Mr. Ward leered at me from his drop seat in the carriage as I entered. "Morning my pretty lad. I see you have dressed with the donations from Jamie." I flinched at the liberty he took to say Jamie.
I moved in to sit opposite him, our knees touching. I was not at all pleased that he had designated to use of the small carriage. His remark about my clothes were true. I slept the night on a small rug at the foot of my master's bed. When he awoke, we shared a breakfast of break and coco that I obtained from cook. Later, he went to his clothing armoire and studied the contents. To me, the quantity of clothes looked like what one would expect to find in a clothiers store. He extracted, what he said was his only muted daytime outfit. "The rest are too fancy and would tell the world that they came from me." What he chose was a pair of pale tan canvas trousers and a stripped sweater to allay the morning chill.
"You look quite the sailor on the quay," he said, his eyes glowing. I knew I must leave quickly to forestall another sexual event. My young Lord was a randy fellow.
As the couch, driven by the estimable Chris moving forward I spied Blake looking wistfully after it. I began to again be filled with regret that he was relegated to the barn, and I to the big house. However, it was not of my doing. My mind switched to my present situation in which Mr. Ward's knee caps were pressing against my own. In spite of his visage resembling one that had just eaten a bitter fruit, I noted reluctantly that he, in spite of his age of forty odd was well set up physically. He had eschewed his usual somber butler clothing for a chambray shirt that was open at the throat, in fact, three buttons open and I could see the swelling of his chest and the smooth paleness showing. But the rubbing of knees and his more appealing appearance was causing me my sex to swell and become quite visible in my canvas trousers.
"I see your prick has woken up to this honeyed morning." Looking into my face, he asked, "May I?" His hand poised over my trousers with its hillock betraying me. Truthfully I am a young passionate lad, my prick ruled my head as I convinced myself that a nice toss off would be welcome. Spending the night, listening to the delicious soft breathing of Sir James, and I must confess frequent moments of staring at his appealing face in blissful sleep.
I nodded assent and Ward quickly went to work undoing the buttons. As my eyes grew heavy with desire, I appealed to him to double my passion by asking him to remove his shirt and trousers. He managed to do so, in spite of the heavy rocking of the carriage, and soon his very fine body was revealed. Muscular legs and broad chest with fine brown hairs in the center beneath his chest muscles. My eyes surveyed his prick. It was a curving wonder, its pink head evincing his excitement by the beads of his essence there.
He licked his lips and then licked the head of my penis. I utters a long sigh. "You are not used to others attending to you young sir? You have always been the one of please others, today you are fortunate for I cannot believe the passion I have to suckle you."
He was good to his word. His spit filled mouth enclosed my organ and his tongue slid around on the underside. My prick got harder. He began an up and down motion that made my mouth drip saliva and my voice deliver words of pleasure. "Yes, suck well. Do it harder. That's a good servant." Then suddenly I pushed him away. I decided to take advantage of his lust for me to slate my greatest sexual hope, to fuck.
"Lay back on your seat and let me fuck you," I said, hardly believing that I would utter such an insolent request, but to my surprise, he meekly lay back and lifted his handsome legs, exposing his lovely arse hole decorated with fine hair.
He was mewling in fear I believe. This must his first time to be fucked though he took advantage of my dear Blake with impunity. I will repay him for that. I thrust forward with a hard push. He gagged in surprise. I allowed him no recovery time and thrust in completely and began such a vigorous fucking that the carriage was swaying in an alarming fashion. At one point Chris called through the sliding door, "Sirs, control the vigor of your activities for fear the carriage with tip over."
I subdued myself a bit, ramming in a straighter fashion. Soon Ward became almost incoherent as he cursed me. Words so vile, I had never heard before, but they stimulated my ball sac and it began to vibrate, preparing for ejaculation. Just when I felt myself falling into a helpless spending, Ward's lower body began a rapid fucking motion and his cursing increased. His cock slit opened and a long thick white stream of clotted cream sped to his muscular chest, then another pooled in his navel, followed by several other lessening output. He grunted, pig-like with each spurt. I soon joined him, my prick shooting a stream right up to his mouth. He liked it like a puppy and further emissions coated his body as it he had been painted by an artist.
We regained our clothes and composure. We spoke not for the butler was red faced with shame that he had permitted a child to have taken advantage of him.
At least we reached the great store. He muttered that he had business to attend to and that I was to take the carriage back to the estate alone. Chris advised that he would wait for me, here, by nearby.
I entered the store. Immediately I could see that I was not dressed as the usual customer, I was eyed with curiosity and some admiration. I made sure my fly buttons were closed as many eyed that area. Using the directory I found the department that attended to servant needs. I young salesman approached me and asked if he could be of service, his pale eyes running up and down my body.
When he heard the estate was Westermere, he became very solicitous. "We have been petitioning the Duke to serve his needs for his servants, and at last, here you are. What position in the household will you be filling?"
I handed him a letter with the coat of arms on it. "Oh Sir James has been quite explicit in your requirements. Please step into that booth, the one on the end, I think, and I will bring you examples of his requests."
I entered the small booth and removed my clothing. I had no underwear, James had not offered it. I stood naked awaiting the young fellows return. In a while the door opened and he entered, stacks of garments on his arm. His eyes opened wide at the sight of me and his tongue swiped across his full lips. "Perhaps I should also be natural as you are."
Truthfully, I was very curious to see the bared body of this tall lad. He wore so much clothing. He removed his jacket, waistcoat, opened his collar, removed it and his tie, then his shirt, vest and long underwear and socks. There he was revealed, a strong fellow with large arm muscles, hairy belly and long dangling cock. While he was not as lovely as a statue, he was exceedingly sexual. His prick began to rise up and lay against his belly.
He seemed ignorant of his next move. "Shall I bum you?" I asked, remembering my luck with Ward. He seemed surprised. I think he expected to be serviced by me, but he was an agreeable fellow and scrambled to the floor, assuming the position of an animal awaiting coupling.
I obliged immediately. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and steered my eager cock into his hole that was hairless and puckered charmingly. He couldn't wait. He pushed his handsome arse back, impaling himself on my prick. He continued to fuck me with his arse until he cried out that he was cuming. I had not reached my peek yet but allowed him to slake his passion. His prick shot streams of thin essence on the carpet below him and he bucked and cried out with enjoyment. Soon he finished and rose, blushing with embarrassment. "Oh sir, I have been so gross with you. I hope you will not let this affect your purchase."
I thought about my advantage over him and decided to fulfill a fantasy I had always had. "Your name lad? Ah, Tom. Tom I wish you to attend to my arse. Use your tongue freely and your imagination strongly."
At first he was dumbfounded, but then, this experienced by pressed on my neck to forced me into the position he had so recently exhibited. In this position, my arse was fully exposed. I heard him expel a breath of admiration. "It's the finest arse I have ever seen. Those pear mounts of perfect skin and the pink arse hole between them." His talk was making me very lustful and I ordered him to cease his talk and get his tongue into other activities.
My fantasy to feel such attentions were realized and they turned out to be much more wonderful than I had imagined. I must try to give that fun to James. The fellow folded his tongue into a small prick and pierced my pucker. He commenced jabbing it quickly in and out, paying special attention to that source of pleasure just inside. In a moment I was rocking with helpless passion. He was relentless in his application of tongue, then fingers. His clever manipulation of my ass was quickly bringing me to my completion. Just as I groaned that I was about to cum, he wheeled me around and fastened his full lips around my cock and sucked hard. My flow began, short bursts of boyish fluid flew into his sucking mouth. This young salesman was a master. He left me weak, unable to regain my shaky legs. At last I stood naked, this fine fellow helping me with my clothes. Then he showed me the valet attire he had brought for my approval.
"I must reply on you," I said, "I have no knowledge of what is correct or not."
He had chosen a three piece black suit, two white soft front shirts and two separate collars. He even remembered black shoes and several pair of sulk socks. A bowler hat and grey overcoat completed the formal clothes along with shirt studs and collars buttons.. For every day, black trousers and a stripped tunic with black sleeves. "Ah yes, underwear. What do you prefer?"
When I confessed that I had never worn under clothes, he suggested one piece Union suits. "How does one shit? I do not want to get totally undressed to do it."
He laughed merrily and kissed my cheek. He showed me the flap in back. This enables you to lower your trousers and then the flap so you may tend to your needs. Then his eyes twinkling he confided that it is useful to get fucked without undressing.
All was delivered to the rig outside and Chris handed me a tea and scone that I finished before we traveled back to Westermere and my longed for James.
End Part Three