Valet with Benefits, Part One by Jay Roberts Gay Adult Friends
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I won't bore you with my dismal life story. Here it is as if I were sending a telegram: parents died in the blitz. Raised by old grandfather, a baronet in A moldy old house standing on four acres. The past glory with thousands of acres and tenants were past. The Lord of the Manor was the poorest peer of the realm. We had one local woman to "do for us" and we ate like church mice.
I managed to obtain a good education at Oxford as the funds were part of my parents estate. In fact all of the estate. Now this day I finished my reading of law and returned to the manse for the old man's funeral.
In succeeding days I was approached by an educational institution to purchase the house. It was an unexpected largess and enabled me to leave the old place and buy a spiffy three story residence in Mayfair.
I moved in yesterday. I furnished it with what was left that was usable from the house. It clashed badly. The residence was very modern with a full glass brick exterior, but I thought the jarring effect was interesting.
The house was arranged so the street level floor contained the dinning area and kitchen, as well as a small bedroom for a servant.
Second floor was the large living room and elaborate powder room the upper floor had the master bedroom and smaller one as well and a palatial bathroom fit for a monarch.
"Name is Sir Jeffery Nothwell, now" I intoned into the phone. A well known agency was at the other end. I hoped to find a younger fellow to serve as valet, houseman and light cook.
"You are in luck." said the unctuous voice at the other end. "Duval Field, has just applied today. He was the manservant for Lord Willingby and as such he performed just the duties you mention."
I was mailed a resume. A picture was attached. This lad of odd name was quite handsome. His regular features shown well in the photo that also bore his light eyes peering out. He was only a year older than I was but it appeared that he worked for the now deceased noble for four years. My goodness, I thought, he was a mere lad when he started.
I telephoned to the agency to contact Mr. Field and arrange an interview for the very next day.
I sat reading a newspaper in the large chair that came from the old house, the chair my grandfather favored. The door chime rang. It was a silly tune consisting of the beginning notes of Hail Britannica. I answered the door, hoping this would be the last time I performed this duty and sure enough, there was Duval.
In person he was huskier than the photo had suggested and as he walked with me up the stairs to the living room I marveled at his thick thighs that filled his gray trousers. He was taller than I expected, perhaps six feet two inches. With his blond/red hair that hadn't shown in the black and white photo, nor his aqua colored eyes. I thought his bearing, upturned nose and wide mouth gave him the look of a German alpine hiker boy.
He was dressed in the conventional style of a butler or valet out in the street. That is, gray trousers, black dress jacket and a bowler hat. He was in fact better dressed than I in my tattered silk dressing gown and bare feet in slippers.
"Please have a sit," I said democratically.
"Oh no sir Jeffery it wouldn't be proper."
"Yes but if I order it?"
In reply, he sat stiffly on the edge of the chair opposite me.
"Tell me more about your duties with former employer."
"His lordship was a brigadier general in the last war and he was accustomed to have a body servant, a batboy, as it were and I did so."
"Exactly what did you do. I helped him bath, dress and I drove the car when he had appointments and also prepared an occasional supper on the cook's day off."
"Then the house had a full staff?"
"Six. What other staff do you plan to employ?"
"Well, if you are hired, you will arrange for an outside cleaning company to come in her once a week and my clothes will go to outside service and laundries. " I paused a moment having suddenly a picture of me naked and this attractive young lad washing my back. "So you will be my body servant alone."
"Will I be required to handle the household accounts?
"Yes."
It was evident that both of us had reached the point of seeing the future together. Suddenly he stood up and said, "Sir Jeffery I can't thank of a more pleasant employment than here in this lovely house, eh...if you'll have me."
In answer I also stood up and we shook hands, our first physical contact. I was taken aback by the his large, warm, smooth hands. Their size and texture and warmth made this ordinary shake an almost intimate embrace.
To shake off the mood I briskly questioned him about his luggage.
"They are all at the station," and he brandished the brass check receipt with it's incised number on it.
"Do you know, the former owners installed an elevator. Let's avail ourselves as I want to show you how it works.
The car was at the second floor with the door open. We could see the heavily decorated interior of red satin and gold damasque. He made an admiring sound was we squeezed into its small space. It must have been designed for very small people and my buff size together with Duval's bulky body quite filled the small space. We were facing each other and I definitely felt the heft of his penis pressing against my body which was naked under the tatty robe.
The ride was slow for only one floor. I started when Duval said, his warm breath in my ear, "Me first duty, when I return will be to fulfill my role as body servant."
I pretended not to notice the sexuality of his remark and said, "A bath might be excellent."
End of Part One