The Agency 2 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Case Two: General Markham
General Montgomery Markham was rising star in the army who had distinguished himself in the Afghan Wars. He was one of the few officers to do so. He had returned to England to recuperate from a tropical illness, but he was to return to India as the Viceroy's chief military advisor in several months.
While he was in England he seemed to have let his guard down and was indiscrete. One might think that a successful career would generate admiration. Many admired him, but others saw him as an obstacle to their own advancement. One of those rivals sent him a letter that was conventionally polite but threatening if one knew the General's sexual tastes.
The General had some deep attachments and he couldn't believe they betrayed him. There could be a spy in his household. He had an army batman, so I was hired as a butler. One of my younger men, Alfred, was hired as a gardener.
He was renting a house, South Winds, on the southern coast, near Cornwall. The house was a summer place and was large but not huge. The garden was overgrown and neglected. The house was not up to the standards one would expect for a person of rank.
I'm am not partial to officious butlers, but I know how to imitate one. I took control of things quickly. After a few days the servants responded to my expectations, and the house looked like a gentleman's residence. They must have expected my strict rules and didn't complain. Alfred was an energetic man and started working on the garden immediately.
I didn't know if I was hunting for a spy or a traitor. Because the staff was small, Alfred joined us for meals. He was thirty, tall, friendly and talkative. He quickly made friends with the cook, Mrs. Beatty. He complimented her food, and within a day or two he was the son she never had. The housekeeper was aloof, and the groom, Peter, was friendly, but not too bright. The general's batman, Roger, owed his life to the general. They were deeply attached but not sexually intimate. The General would not fuck subordinates. He thought that was taking advantage of his rank.
The blackmail letter referred to medical experiments. The General thought that referred to Dr. Barnaby Smith, his physician. The general never admitted to a close relationship but referred to Smith as "my dear boy." I would need to meet him soon.
South Winds was built in the reign of the Prince Regent and was architecturally modest. The next to us was "The Villa" and it was anything but modest. It was built in the early part of the Queen's reign in the Italian style. It was large and massy, with two tall towers. It sat on a bluff, and the sea was barely visible from the house. The best view of the sea was from the towers. The top room of one of the towers was a glassed-in conservatory. The other contained the master's study.
The house was owned by a Sir Percival Leghorn. I had no idea who he was, but I soon found out. Sir Percival was the father of the wife of General Dewhurst, one of General Markham's rivals. I told the General about that and he dismissed the possibility of Sir Percival's involvement. "He is a Gentleman," he exclaimed, "He wouldn't stoop to that level!"
Since I am the illegitimate child of a nobleman who had his way with a maid, I have a different understanding of a nobleman's ability to stoop. Sir Percival came from an ancient line. General Markham was a commoner knighted for his services to the nation. For many noblemen, that was an unforgivable sin.
Alfred told me he had met The Villa's gardener, Rollo Smith. He was in his late fifties and Alfred described him as an old reprobate with a drinking problem. Alfred was a good-looking man and Rollo looked at him and his crotch with barely disguised interest.
Rollo wandered around the gardens grumbling unintelligibly. The physical work was done by his boy, Toby. Toby was forty, strong as a horse and reminded me of my step Father, Will. Will was a good man, a hard-worker man who was true to his word.
"Toby liked my look too but was not obvious about it. I gave his crotch a glance and he noticed," Alfred said. "He told me there is a sheltered bay with a sandy beach just to the west of South Winds. It is invisible from the bluffs. Some of the blokes around here swim there at night." I told him I love to swim, and he asked if I would like to join him. I said I would.
This was my half day off so after the mid-day meal I went looking for the beach. It was near South Winds, but surprisingly secluded and hard to find. The path to the beach was rough. There were two men on the beach, one was in the water, the other, older man sat under a stone outcrop.
"Is this a private beach?" I asked the older man.
"It's free for everyone. The water is warmer here that anywhere else nearby. Jump in, I will watch your clothes. I'm Parson Brown."
He was wrapped in a blanket and a towel. He opened the blanket exposing his body and impressive genitals.
"I am in the land of the giants," I said.
"God loves all of his children," he replied.
I undressed and jumped into the remarkably warm water. This was a shallow area that could be warmed by the sun. I swam out and met the other man. His name was Robert and he was the sexton for Parson Brown's church. We stood in water that was up to our waists, and you could see our cocks. I rearranged mine and Robert did the same. In the next few minutes we both became hard.
"I need to get out of the sun," Robert said. "I will get burned."
"I should do that too, but I'm not decent," I replied.
"Don't worry about that. Parson Brown is a man of liberal tastes." Robert said. we got out of the water and went to the Pastor. He was wrapped in his blanket and was fully erect.
"I see you have made friends!" he exclaimed. We sat on the blanket.
"I should warn you that some of our entertainments might seem unusual and not to your tastes," Brown said, "Are you bothered by nudity?"
I smiled. "We are dressed like Adam," I replied. "Are there any apples nearby?"
Robert laughed. "They aren't in season yet. It's time for strawberries," he pulled his foreskin back exposing his knob. A drip of his cock ooze emerged from his slit.
"I love strawberries and I see they are nice and juicy," I said. "Berries and cream are a favorite of mine." It didn't take for us to become involved. Robert and Parson Brown were experienced and sexually generous. After the initial excitement we relaxed and talked.
"My I be direct with you?" Brown asked. "Robert and I are friends, but we are not completely suited for each other. I have a taste for penetrating a man's fundament. Robert doesn't share that interest. Are you troubled by that interest?"
"No, by I do like reciprocal relationships," I said.
"I agree with that in general, but your organ is a bit oversized for me," he said.
"Has Robert investigated your inner depths?" I asked.
He shook his head. "It seems undignified."
"I'm not sure the creator mentioned dignified," I replied.
Brown looked at me and laughed. "You have the makings of a theologian. You are right about that. I can take Robert."
"I have one more request," I said. "If you achieve ecstasy in me, you must allow Robert the same pleasure in you?" he nodded.
I got on my hands and knees. Robert sucked on Roberts tool. The Parson was careful and gentle until he made full penetration. he seemed relaxed until He became frantic and unloaded. Sometimes you can feel a man's satisfaction transmitted from his cock into your body. I felt that satisfaction.
We all returned to the water for a little while and then returned to the shelter of the outcrop. I sucked Robert to full erection. Brown assumed the position. I slid under Brown so that I could booth suck him and watch Robert's penetration. Robert shoved it in with single thrust. I was afraid that was too crude, but as I was sucking Brown's organ his sweet ball juices indicated he was fine.
Robert continued to thrust for perhaps ten minutes. When he shot his sperm, Brown rewarded me with his seed, ant then greedily took every drop of mind. It was all spontaneous and satisfying. We had a nice talk afterwards. Deflating cocks seems to encourage candor. Parson Brown was a gossip. While he thought highly of the General, he disliked Percival. "Many man are born to high station and have no need to be rude," he explained.
That night Alfred went with Toby to the beach. Toby knew an entirely hidden path. There were two other men there. Toby told Alfred that some playful men knew about the beach. If you waved at them they would join you, if they didn't come they were already going at it. Alfred made a friend by sucking on Toby's cock when they were in the water. Alfred was a master at that skill and Toby soon rewarded his efforts.
They went back to the beach. Alfred took his load and then asked him how any times could he shoot off in one night. Toby replied that he didn't know but would like to find out. The normal practice was to spit out man seed. Alfred's efforts increased the intensity of the orgasm.
Like all servants, Toby knew a great deal about Sir Percival and his family. Sir Percy was unpleasant, but mostly uninterested in the house or the servants. His son, called Little Percy behind his back was a piece of work. He had a taste for man cock but liked to beat his playmates. It did the same to his servants and then discharged them after he sodomized them. To the outside world, he was a hard to please bachelor. He had tried to molest the servant girls but couldn't get it up. That was not the case with men.
I asked him about Rollo. Toby said that once he fucked you, he could be pleasant, but being pleasant wasn't his strong suit. He had been Little Percy's instructor in man sex and that was why he hadn't been discharged years ago. As far as Toby could tell, no one in the family liked anyone else in the family except for Emily, General Dewhurst's wife. There was no expectation that Little Percy would have children, so Emilie's son was the most likely heir. As was typical, the title descended only to male heirs.
Alfred knew how to make friends. He eventually sat on Toby's cock and bounced until Toby couldn't see straight. We now had a spy in the Villa.
The next day I went meet Dr. Smith. Dr. Smith was young, handsome and thin. He had a thick, well-trimmed beard to hide his age. I told him about the General's problem and asked if he had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Smith produce an almost identical letter from the blackmailer. It demanded money, with no mention of the General's promotion.
The doctor seemed to be intelligent, but he had little information. I asked if he had other men with whom he was intimate. Was jealousy a problem?
"I'm a local boy here. I had some fun with friends, but there was only sex involved, no affection," he said. "My father was an apothecary, but a good portion of the poorer men don't get married. They can't afford a wife. They know how to let off steam with their friends. For most of them betraying a friend is beneath contempt. We have our ways and don't want anyone else to know them."
"Is there anyone you know with information about Sir Percival Leghorn's household?"
"I try to avoid him as much as possible. He is not noted for paying his bills. He seems to think that working for a man of his station is reward enough unsullied by money. You could talk to Black Tommy. Black Tommy has a running feud with Little Percy," Doctor Smith said.
Not unexpectedly, Black Tommy was a blacksmith. He was a giant of a man. He was the size of a bear, and just as hairy. I was surprised that he was clean shaven. I later found out the previous blacksmith died when his beard caught fire. The shop was closed, as I turned to leave, Tommy was walking up to the shop. He had been to a funeral. I told him who I was and said I lived next to Sir Percival. I said I had talked with Doctor Smith.
"He's an old friend," Tommy replied.
"I wish I had old friends like you," I said as I glanced at his crotch.
"Come on in, I have to get out of these clothes. If I wear them for more than an hour or two they get dirty. That is the curse of being a blacksmith," he said. We walked around to the rear of the shop and went in his place. it was warm, there was always a fire going in a blacksmith shop. He stripped naked in the corner of the room, carefully folding his clothes.
"It is hot in here," I said.
"I don't wear many clothes back here in the summer," he said. I took off my coat.
"If we start something, it's hard for me to stop," Tommy said. He was naked by then and his cock looked huge. He noticed I was looking at it. "Can you take it?"
"I surely want to take it," I replied. I stripped. He liked what he saw. I sat on his bed and licked the puckered tip of his foreskin. I worked my tongue past the pucker and immediately tasted his sweet ball juices oozing from his slit. I first worked my tongue into the slit intercepting the juice in the cock. I then swirled my tongue around his cock head. I concentrated on the underside of the head where a delicate skin connected the head to the foreskin. That is usually the most sensitive part of the cock. Tommy shivered a little and almost spurted out a blob of his juice.
"Can we rest a little? I'm afraid I'm going to shoot," Tommy asked. He got on the bed.
"Lie back, I'd like to straddle you and sit on your tool," I said. He did as I asked. I coated his cock with spit, straddled him and sat back. I didn't know if it would fit, but Tommy must have been oozing enough to lubricate the way.
"I've never done it this way," he said.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" he whispered. As he said that the last few inches of his cock slipped into me. It was thick and long. He filled me, and I rested before I began to bounce. I bounced, wiggled and rotated on his tool. I played with his nipples and his hairy chest. I had thought he was fully erect, but his cock grew a little as I bounced.
"I'm going to shoot. You need to get off," he cried.
"Relax and let it flow," I replied. I could feel him squirting. I tightened my sphincter to milk him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he looked at peace. He was perfectly calm, except for the ejaculating organ in my ass. We talked after he completed the orgasm.
"No one has done that to me before," he said. He told me that he had never been with a dandy such as me and no one had treated his cock so gently. Fooling around had been rough and quick. It had been a race to get hard and get off. His cock had gone soft in my ass but still felt good. I squeezed my ass in appreciation and he moaned.
Many treated him as a trained bear or dolt. He was useful, but barely human. The Leghorns were the worst of the gentry. They were demanding, rude and adverse to paying him. "They thought I should be honored to serve them. I thought Sir Percival was bad, but he was a prince compared to Little Percy," he said. "Most of work was standard items. Repairing wheels and coaches, new gates and the such. Recently he wanted a fancy mount for a telescope in one of the towers. He had a design, and he said it was to look at stars. His design wouldn't let it rise much above level. I told him that and he told me to shut up. He knew what he wanted."
"The telescope was a big thing, maybe six feet long. I looked through it when I got it done. You could see sandy beach where the boys swim sometimes. I figured he wanted to look at the naked boys," Tommy continued.
"Could you see South Winds?" I asked.
"South Winds was easy. I could see a maid making the beds in one of the rooms," he said.
I squeezed his cock once more and said that I needed to be on my way.
"What can I do for you? You've done all of the work, it has been one sided," he said.
"I am not a tit for tat man. I enjoyed it. That is enough," I said.
"I've never taken it up the ass or slurped up man cream before, but I think I'd do it for you," he said.
"Thank you, Tommy. I have to get back to South Winds, but if we can get together again, I would like that," I said. We disentangled, and I raced home. I went to the General's bedroom and looked out the window. The Villa's towers were clearly visible. That evening I asked the general where he met with his friend. as I guessed it was in his bedroom.
I now knew how Sir Percival got the information. I had to find a way to foil the blackmail plot.
At breakfast in the servants Hall, Mrs. Beatty, the cook was gossiping with the maid. The maid was the sister of one of Sir Percival's maids. Emily, General Dewhurst's wife and the mother of a son who would be Sir Percival's heir dreaded the thought of serving in India. Her son was not particularly strong, and she was afraid he wouldn't survive in the Indian climate. Her husband and father wanted the prestige of the command of the Indian army.
"If Sir Percival died the son and then the grandson would inherit?" I asked. Mrs. Beatty knew everything.
"The will gives the son an allowance, but the major part of the estate goes to the grandson," she said. "Sir Percival knows his son is lacking."
"What happens if the grandson dies?" I asked.
"It all goes to Little Percy," she explained. The plan was clever. The victim was to be Lady Emily's son. The murderer was the Indian climate and little Percy was to be the beneficiary. Technically there was no murder.
Later that day I told Alfred about my theory. I asked if there was any way to get to Little Percy.
"Little Percy answers to no man. Sir Percival lets him do what he wants as long as it is just molesting the lower orders," Alfred said. "He knows what Percy is and doesn't care."
"Does Sir Percival like his daughter?" I asked.
"Yes, Toby says he is deeply attached to his Grandson. He is the heir and the next generation to have the family name," Alfred said.
"Is there anyway to let Sir Percival know about the plot?" I asked.
"That is difficult, he is not a trusting man," Alfred replied. "There is one possibility. Rollo and Sir Percival were childhood friends and are close. If Toby were to tell Rollo from a servant that something was afoot, he would be interested. He is deeply attached to Lady Emily. He had an older sister who had protected him from their violent father. She died when Rollo was 14. He thinks the sun rises and sets for Lady Emily."
"He hates Percy. They have the same tastes in men, and if they have been with Percy they are ruined for Rollo. Toby says that Rollo is a difficult man to work for, but he is careful and gentle in intimate situations," Alfred added. I asked if we could get a handwriting sample from Percy. That wasn't a problem. All the trash from the house went to the gardener's shed to be burned.
Alfred had free access to the shed. Rollo lusted after Alfred and had hopes for a roll in the hay. Alfred went off and returned with a letter. The handwriting and the stationary matched the blackmail letter. Percy was the one.
Alfred told Toby that something was going on with respect to the grandson. Toby told Rollo. Rollo tended to believe servant's gossip. He asked Toby to find out more and later Toby reported back that the servant who had told him about the problem would be at the sandy beach that evening. Rollo had been a regular visitor to the beach when he was younger.
At dusk that evening, Toby and Rollo met Alfred and me at the beach. We had been swimming and were nude. Nude men can hide nothing, and Rollo knew there was a potential for sex, so he was predisposed to believe what I told him.
I told him about the scheme, and he had no problem believing it. He knew Little Percy too well to have doubts. He had stripped to go swimming. He asked if Alfred and I were close. I told him sometimes we were so close, that we overlapped. He laughed. I leaned close to him and whispered, "Alfred is a bit young for me. I like more experienced men." I played with his tool in case he didn't understand.
Eventually I was sucking Toby as he sucked me, and Alfred plowed Toby as Rollo did me. It was complicated but good for all of us. There is no better way to prove you are truthful than trading man seed. Rollo must have spurted twenty times into me as I enjoyed Toby's seed. He took every drop of mine.
Rollo talked to Sir Percival. Little Percy had been away, so they searched his desk and found a copy of the blackmail letter. It was burned and three days later Little Percy was on the way to Nova Scotia.
I received a good fee from the general, and an unexpected sum from Lady Emily. Her husband was ambitious, but he was also a gentleman confirming General Markham's beliefs. Little Percy had a bad life in Nova Scotia. He lived on a remote island near Halifax and the local men were not tolerant of him. I returned to London, to deal with another case.