I had a moment of doubt. What right had a poor, uneducated stable boy have to violate the tender anus of a high born lad. My mind was in turmoil but my rapidly rising passion overcame any further delays.
I put the head of my cock against his pale pink, hairless, soft puckered hole. He shuddered in dread. I reached out and touched his pretty male nipple. I could see his face relax a bit and I felt that aristocratic tit harden and erect as would another stable boy's. Erection is the final equalizer, isn't it?
He was breathing short shallow breaths. I saw the squinched face. He boy was terrified. I frozen in my current position, but then, to my amazement he wantonly thrust his perfect bottom forward pushing my stiff member part way into the steaming hot passageway. He grunted, feeling a little pleasure, I hoped.
I touched his tender cheek, damp with tears and sweat, "Shall I continue Jamie?"
That was the first time I called him by that name. It would forever become my fuck name for him.
"Yes dearest. I trust you."
I slid in, inch by inch. Each time I experienced waves of delicious pleasure, but I tried to ignore them, concentrating on Jamie. Each inch had its effect on him. He was almost bathed in sweat, his face was piteous , a tear was rolling down his fine cheek. I screwed up my resolve and continued, finally my pubic hair was tickling his arse cheeks.
"I am totally inside you. You are mine," I whispered hotly.
He opened his eyes and fixed me with them. "Yes, I am yours."
I pulled back slightly, then slowly submerged my member. He smiled slightly. I did it again. My mind was whirling with sexual pleasure, but I was concerned with my master. He cooed at the second time. Then the third, and this time he pushed his hips toward me and jiggled them as an order to proceed vigorously. I was gasping with pleasure and the dear boy stroked my cheek to pacify me.
How different this experience was from that with the odious Mr. Ward. His body was surprisingly fit, but his odor was sour and his arse passage with stiff and rough and unwelcoming. Jamie was soft, yielding, and at time saucy. Just now he thrust forward firmly several times and almost caused me to succumb to an orgasm.
He was able to speak now, but it was raspy and breathless. "Rut with me. Forget I am your master. I wish to be a whore for the time."
That was all I needed to hear. This aristocrat, the living "Blue Boy" was mine for the enjoyment and I would do it. I began thrusting, giving way to my strong need to fuck like a man. He seemed to love it by his cries of "brave George."
Soon we both lost our sense of self. We had become one animal with four legs. Our cries were a duet of passion and one that reached such a pitch that it could not be sustained without madness. Jamie called that he was peaking and I was growing stiffer and longer preparing for my own climax.
I saw Jamie's prick seeming to pull within it self and then length and a long stream of noble offering splashed on his chin. His arse hole quivered and pulled in and out with his ejaculation and it masturbated me into my finally giving way to heavy streams of cum rushing into his insides. We clung together like orphans in a storm as our orgasms raged.
Minutes later we were smiles and kisses. We openly professed our love for each other as I began to reassume my role of valet. "I will draw your bath, sir."
"And you will join me in the tub."
We laughed like kids in that tub and emerged sweet smelling and ready for sleep. "You will sleep with me tonight," Jamie said. This is like our wedding night.
We lived in happiness thereafter. James decided to sell the estate. After the Duke died, it was too much of a effort to manage it. Mr. Ward went with the new owners, and my old friend and groom stayed as well.
We moved to the three story city house in London. James engaged a tutor for me. In one year I was writing in a fine hand and reading books for his library. Gradually I became more than a valet as I learned to keep the house books and manage the staff. This poor orphan now had a brother, father and mother in James and the future looked wondereful.
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