+++This barn is limited to folks over eighteen. If you are younger, please leave and close the barndoor quietly.
Our mums were servants at the estate house. Neither of us knows who our dads were. We don't fuckin' care, at least I don't, Blake is like a father and mother to me. He's like to say, "George, you have not eat yur oats today and yur gettin' thin. And he knows too cause he sees my ribs often at night you know.
Westermere is a large house. You'd get tired just walkin' from one end to the other. That's outside, of course, I ain't been inside since I was too young to remember, perhaps the first two days of my life.
Blake about eighteen years old. He's a hearty fellow strong and always ready to have a toss. I'm two years younger and haven't had my full growth yet. Blake says I'm as willowy as a girl.
We live in cosy quarters in the hay loft. No hay there, but it once had such. Most of the year it's comfortable, but winter times we have a small stove that helps. We each have a mattress roll and hooks for our clothes, such as they are. We each have rough work clothes and dressier clothes of jodhpur and shirt and stock.
The work ain't hard. We take care of six horses, currying and feeding and cleaning the stalls, the usual groom work. Unless the house has guests, we can lounge about and have fun with each other and gossip about the Duke and his lady, various servant girls and lately we have taken an interest in the young Lord. Lord James is about our age, but that's where the sameness ends. He seems to have a thousand outfits of clothing of all colors and fabric. I saw him in his black dress clothes and dressed hair when there was a party at the house. He looked like the prince in a picture book. His skin's was so white and soft looking while we look kinda tanish, but Blake says that the fine fellow's skin is never out in the sun like ours is and he says that my belly is just as white as a fine girl's. I like it when Blake says kind things about me, usually he can be rough like when he get riled up and makes me suck his member that is as big as as the handle on a currying brush. I used to cry when I had to do it, but lately, I asked him if I can. He laughs at me, but most of the time, he lets out a long sigh and says "I'll let you, but you must clean the stalls for me." I always agree.
The butler, Mr. Ward told us that Parliament passed a law, this year 1880 that servants must be educated until their thirteenth year. Lucky for Blake and me, it has no effect on us. I think we are educated enough to tend the horses and such.
Last night Blake whispered to me that Mr. Ward had taught him a new trick and he wanted to try it on me.
I was wary. "And pray tell, what is it. I warrant it is something I won't like at all." I pictured handsome Blake, his well set up body being touched by the sour butler with distain.
"Come over here and take off your britches."
"It's too windy tonight for that, besides, I don't like it when you pinch and slap my bum."
He laughed merrily. I joined him, I couldn't help it.
"George, you fine boy, your bum is a thing of beauty and I admire it. Come here, let me be gentle with it."
It's strange, but his talkin' so sweet about my arse make me feel warm, especially around the hole in the center of it. That hole was movin' in and out. I found I had trouble talkin' but I did move up close to him, my back up against his warm body. I noticed he had removed his own britches and my arse fit nicely against his bare middle. Of course, his hard member kept pokin' me.
He was whispering in my ear. "Mr. Ward, Toby he wants me to call him, is an older chap, forty at least, you know, but he's still able to have fun. Now his prick is not as large as mine, or even yours, sweet George, but he has experience in fucking. You know what fucking is?"
I pulled away a bit and gave him my angry face. "'Course I know. I seen horses and cows do it, but..." I added quietly, "Never humans, but still, that's likely how we came to be. Our mothers were fucked by men."
Then Blake began doing somethin' he never did before and it quickly turned me into a bowl of steaming porridge. He began lickin' my ear and kissin' my neck and purring soft words at me. We had never kissed, 'course I kissed his member. Now that's another problem. He has his finish of spurting a lot of cream into my mouth and then goes right to sleep, leavin' me cryin' with want, but that's the way with older boys and younger boys.
Wasting no time with more kissin' my neck, Blake says a bit harshly, "Fucking is what Toby did to me and I liked it, not at first, but the third time and you will too. Now I'm going to show you how."
I sat up. "You must think I am a fool, Blake, I don't have a girl person's hole. You can't fuck a boy, don't you know."
He gave me a heavy slap in the face like he was wont to do at times. "Didn't I just tell you that Toby fucked me and I'm a male person."
Suddenly it came to me what he was saying. He wanted to push his broom stick into the hole 'tween my arses. It fairly shrunk with fear at the thought. "Blake, let me pleasure you like always. My mouth is watering and hot for your member. You know the pleasure it brings. Let's forget about this fucking.
He was gettin' into his sexed up mood and there is no reasonin' with him when he's that way. I could tell cause his handsome face was set and hard and his voice had a rough hoarse rasp.
"I made up my mind. Now I'm going to do it in a kindly way, not the way Toby did the first time with me presenting my backside like an animal. No you will be on your back and we can see each other. That's sweeter."
Oh my. He was really gettin' me into it. He rubbed my cheek softly. That really makes me turn to helplessness. He then passed his hand back and forth over my soft smooth belly saying, "It's as fine as the young Lord's I bet, smooth and pale. His hand began circling around and around and my eyes began to close from passion. Blake saw it and knew he was winning the battle.
He said with a strong voice, "Georgie boy, git on your back."
I lay down and turned on my back. I knew the deed was close and I was sweating with fear.
He said again with the voice of a master, "Now lift your legs high in the air and reach down and hold the bottom of your legs. I knew his object. This put my arse hole in the air, unprotected, for his hot eyes to see. And he looked. I could almost feel his eyes. Then he took his rough hand and rubbed my arse. I signed loudly. It felt friendly. I peeked at his face. He had a cheeky grin. Oh shit, I was in trouble.
He slide his hand into that place between the two halves of my arse. He muttered, "It's a beautiful thing, your arse, so smooth and pale and tight." He touched the very center of it. I found myself makin' strange sounds. I was caught 'tween lovin' it and fearin' it.
Then all was lost. He put a finger into the hole and he saw me move my bum to help him get deeper with that finger. Then that finger touched somethin' inside and I began makin' squeaky noises. He looked down at me and said, "Should I stop all this?"
I didn't answer for a long time, then I said firmly, "No Blake, I shall surely die if you don't fuck me."
He let out a loud wail of desire and in a moment the head of his prick was rubbing that puckered hole. Sweat was pourin' down my body. He kept tryin' to push in, but the hole wouldn't open. Then he did somethin' he had never done before, he began rubbing my own slim long member. This is somethin' I had dreamed about. Oh it was so good. I was drippin' honey at the feelin' and somehow my arse hole opened to his big prick and in a thrice I was being entered and shortly thereafter, fucked heartily.
I looked into Blake's face as he fucked me. It was pushed together, his tongue was out, I almost didn't recognize that face that I secretly loved. But soon the feelings inside my arse were so wonderful that I no longer could think. The two of us were makin' sounds so loud that I feared someone from the house might come to enquire of the a horse was ailing.
"I love you Georgie, always have," he said very softly, almost to himself and that confession made me so overcome that my prick began to emit streams of my cream and my arse hole began squeezing and unsqueezing like a milkin' hand. Blake shouted in fear of a finish that might kill him. His eyes opened wide and he began a squirting of his essence into my pulsing hole. He moaned loudly in pleasure, pain and fear as he bucked and cried and drooled. Finally he stopped and fell against me, his strong body rubbing around in my own spooge that coated my chest.
At last he came to his senses. "That was beyond all. I don't know if I ever want to fuck you again."
I began to cry, something I hadn't done since I was a tot. He embraced me and patted my bare back. "There there little Georgie, perhaps I will feel differently tomorrow, now go to sleep, we have special work to do at the house, tomorrow."
End Part One