The Valet with Benefits, Part Two By Jay Roberts Gay Adult Friends
Duval returned in thirty minutes past carrying two large suitcases and a smaller one under his arm. He was sweating mightily and the aroma quite made my head whirl as I opened the door.
During the time he was away I decided to make myself more presentable and consequently I was now attired in fawn whipcord trousers, a solid rust colored Harris Tweed jacket and a brown ascot tied under my tan shirt. Duval took in my clothes, frown slightly and said, "It is afternoon in the city, you are dressed for morning in the country but I applaud your effort. But that ascot is tied incorrectly. Here let me adjust it."
His large hands went to my neck and unfastened the cravat his knuckles grazing my neck. I shuddered at the suggestion of being undressed but he quickly retied it.
"Sir Jeffery," he said holding up a familiar paper sack with the letters Fortnum and Mason on it. I took the liberty of making a small purchase and F & M to create a supper for you. Here is the sales slip for reimbursement. I also placed a large order to stock the larder but with instructions that you must approve it before delivery."
"That's find. Did you include wine?"
"Yes Sir. I fancy myself a bit of a wine expert, almost a sommelier and I think you will approve of my choice though it is rather strong being a higher proof than usual wines."
He paused a moment looking at the living room or better named, the entertainment parlor. His eyebrow raised in concentration. "The walls are pitifully bare. We must obtain framed pictures. Copies are most we can afford. {I took note of the word "we" and vibrated with pleasure.}
"I shall defer to your superior knowledge of art."
"And those endless bookcases cry for books. There is a bookseller in Soho who has fashioned wooden planks with the bindings of books. They will create your library butt those never add to your knowledge. Then to himself, but overheard by me, "That will be my job."
Then aloud he continued, "Now sir, shall I drop these cases in my room and wash and change before preparing our repast?"
As he was almost out of sight he said over his shoulder "And Sir, after dinner, the bath."
"Yes," I said breathlessly, giving away my feelings. "
I sat in my threadbare chair stupidly awaiting the appearance of my servant as though I were the valet and he the....but then I heard him speaking to me from the kitchen, "The ice chest is bare as is the pantry. We have much to shop for tomorrow, but tonight we are camping in, so to say."
He refused my invitation to join me at the kitchen table for our repast but preferred to grab bites while standing at the counter. He had changed into an attractive white buttoned up semi military jacket. He told me that his former employer had this made for him and that the buttons where real gold.
"A button a day could support me for two months."
With stuffed mouth I said, "The jacket attests to the high esteem to held you."
"Yes, possibly, but more likely for services rendered," he said softly.
I was feeling the strong wine in that the conversation and even the room seemed as though it was viewed through the wrong end of a telescope. Suddenly I was aware of Duval's face close to mine was he peered into mine.
"I think we had a little too many glasses of port Sir. It's bathy and beddy time."
I nodded like a good ten year old and allowed him to put a muscular arm under my slimmer one and be hoisted to a standing position.
"Onward to the lift," he said propelling me along.
Once inside we were almost in a close embrace as he held me upright. I think I was a bit better but enjoyed the closeness and the rush of blood to my lower regions.
He sat me on the closed commode and ran the bath, feeling the water constantly for a perfect temperature. When it was full he turned toward me and said, "Off with the duds," and began undressing me.
I stood docilely. These was my first experience with a valet. Soon as was totally nude. Duval stood back and swept his blue eyes over every inch of my body. I could feel those eyes like warm air.
"You are a beautiful lad, if I dare take the liberty of stating. The girls must faint over your appearance. You must be very experienced with ladies giving in to your sexual needs."
"That it was so, but in truth I am totally inexperienced in that field except what pleasure I may give myself."
I had said too much, especially to an inferior. But he took the lead after that confession and said, "You must yearn for a release and sexual companionship."
He accompanied these words with a warm hand on my bare shoulder. I could feel my member rising from my lap and I was breathing audibly.
Duval looked down at my erection. "Good Heavens, you are built on the large size. May I verify its girth?"
I nodded my eyes closing in anticipation.
As his hand lifted the heft of it his breath bathed my cheek. He too was breathing deeply. In a soothing voice that quite took away my independence he said, "Shall I comfort you?"
I nodded slightly and leaned back to better provide access. In a moment he leaned over me. Somehow I hadn't realized that he had removed his jacket and now his chest was naked. He was built like a farm boy with muscular arms and chest. It was hairless and as smooth as marble especially with a sheen that had appeared from excitement.
He held my cock lightly and stroked it with an almost imperceptible pressure which was maddening but there was no chance I might correct him, it was overwhelming me.
"Is that comforting Sir? He said with respect but his other hand was very familiar, not servant like as it caressed my dark hair and traveled to my hot cheek.
"Yes, but man do take a firmer hold and perhaps more speed."
"Like this young Baronet?"
I couldn't speak but he knew as my knees rose slightly and a sex sweat appeared on my chest. I could smell it myself, as could he. "Do you wish to finish or shall I play a bit longer."
"A bit," I managed to croak out. He laughed slightly.
"After years as a body servant with Lord Willingley's wrinkled body to play, this is heaven. You are a sweet chap."
I was fast reaching my culmination and the familiar feelings rose from my feet to my calves on onward until my large testicle sac began to rise until the balls ended up on each side of my shaft.
"I see you are about to discharge. Let it go sweetie, soak yourself, we are going to bathe anyway."
I emitting an embarrassing howl and several loud grunts as the sperm rushed up my shaft and shot out in a long stream of pearly white essence that coated my chest and neck. I finished and sagged back against the rear panel of the commode.
Duval, his own trousers poofed out obscenely lifted me and brought one leg over the side into the water.
"You feet are truly perfect and aristocratic and your legs rival a ballet dancer."
I made no reply but slipped completely into the water and allowed my manservant to soap me up completely and finally cleaned my hair. He helped me out at the end and he sat on the commode and I before him.
I allowed him to dry me roughly and cover my face as he dried my hair. When he finished he asked me to wait as he retrieved my robe and I slipped into it.
I stood besides the bed, I was very tired and swayed a bit. "Pajamas?" he said.
Sleepy as I was, I blushed. "I sleep nude."
He made tsk tsk noises of disapproval. Duval was a mix of the conventional and the wild. I should learn about this in full effect as our relationship continued.
End of Part Two