The Valet with Benefits, Part Three by Jay Roberts Gay Adult
I awoke with the sun shining brightly into my face. I judged it must be a bit late. Then I heard a soothing voice close to my ear.
"Wakey, wakey Sir Jeffrey. I have planned an exciting day, of course, subject to your approval."
"Sounds interesting enough to get me out of this delicious bed. This was my bed at the old house."
He took my legs and turned them toward the edge of the bed and placed a strong hand under each armpit and lifted me to the floor at standing position.
"I have arranged your teeth and saving gear and you will also find a bottle of 4711 a gentlemanly scent I obtained at the chemists this morning. Did you wish to urinate privately? If so, I will enter when you call me."
Something devilish in me prompted me to say, "Oh no, you are my body servant and there are no secrets between us. But I must hurry. I am so full I risk peeing on the rug."
I was naked as I had slept so. I lifted the seat of the commode and rested my knees against the side. I tensed a moment and then let my full strong stream splash into the bowl. As relief flooded my body I realized that Duval had entered the lavatory and was on his knees, his face close to the stream that seemed to go on forever..
He muttered softly, "So powerful, so yellow, such an aristocratic odor."
His admiration caused my member to swell as I shot the remaining drops off the head and I toyed with the idea of asking for a quick wank but I wished not to appear sexually needy every time I was naked and near my servant.
I did toilet as the French say and ended with a quick pat of the lavender scented cologne he had provided. It changed my usual feeling after shaving. I felt now rather like wealthy gentleman, one who could face the world as a superior person.
"I nipped out and obtained eggs and Irish sausage. That plus strong coffee should enable you to be ready to hear the surprises of the day.."
As I gratefully munched my breakfast I said, "Surprises?"
"Come to the front window. See the first surprise."
I parted the new fangled metal vertiblinds and peered out. There in the short driveway, in front of our garage (It had been converted from a stable) was what appeared to be a formal phaeton in glossy black paintwork.
"It's a Rolls!"
"Even better. It's an Armstrong Siddeley."
"I never heard of that. Is it ours? How could you have arranged such a luxury?"
"First off, in my view, it is superior to a Rolls Royce. The interior is more sumptuous. I know this particular car and its history. It formerly belonged to my Lord's brother. He was ill and mostly abed. It stayed in the garage with a tarp over it. We acquired it as a gift. My Lord hardly requested a drive. It is now ten years old and has the amazingly low mileage of only ten thousand. By it's value in the auto book is low because of it's age, it is nearly new in usage."
"Is is ours?"
"Wait. I drove this car. I attended it like a champion horse. I have been at the repair garage many times for oil changes and Ned knows me well. It is up for sale as of today and I borrowed it for a test drive. You can buy it for a ridiculously low price."
I frown at my eager servant. "My inheritance is finite. I am not sure."
"I have two observations to offer. One is that you need transportation. You can't waste money on taxis. This car is selling for the price of a tiny old car. Secondly, my second plan for the day is to introduce you to my financial adviser who has made my inheritance grow into a sizeable fortune and he can do the same for you."
I shrugged but he knew that I was already sold on both the car and the promise of wealth. I ran up the stairs, ignoring the elevator and Duval followed me. Once in the bedroom he threw open the armoire.
"Shall we wear dark clothes to be a bit formal to discuss money? I think yes. And a gray vest might temper the somber."
After the great breakfast Duval asked me to wait a few moments. He reappeared in five minutes dressed in a chauffeur's uniform with leather puttees and all. A military officer's hat completed his look. He carried forth this charade when he insisted that I sit in the back "Lake a proper toff."
We arrived in the financial district in only a short ride and he led me to the building and office of Wallace DeRide, the supposedly brilliant adviser.
The office proved to be a surprise. It was really a drawing room and furnished as such. Only a dining table suggested that this might be a desk for work.
Duval excused himself "To find a car park" and I was left in the room.
Mr. DeRide was likely in the room adjoining as I noted a closed door. Suddenly that door burst open and he arrived to hold out a manicured hand.
How can I describe him. The word might be theatrical. He was dressed in mismatched attire of red trousers and check jacket. Instead of shoes he wore black velvet slippers with gold embroidered crowns on each.
"So you're the slave master of dear Duval."
My mouth hung open at this odd conversation opening.
"Our relationship is valet to master."
"Sure, sure. I have advice for you. If you haven't yet lay down with your legs in the air and enjoyed the master fucker of all times, you are missing a lot."
I staggered backwards at the torrent of unexpected words. "But I am here to learn of your services."
"Alas they are not what they were. I used to go three times in a night, but now..." he mimed with finger drooping.
This fellow looked to be about forty, handsome in a dissolute way, almost too dandyish. And he was doused in some cloying perfume that was not pleasant in this airless room.
"Yes, that will take only a few minutes, but first, may I offer you a small cordial?"
To cover the strangeness of our interview and agreed and he poured a green colored liquor in two small glasses and into one of the glasses he shook two or three drops of a milky fluid saying, "Just a bit of liquid companionability."
We each drained our little glass and he began to explain his services, sitting on the arm of the chair I sat in rather than behind his desk. At times he grabbed my hand or stroked my cheek as he rattled on about securities. All the while I was feeling the effects of the green drink and its additive, the effects being a warm feeling toward my host and a positive acceptance of his services.
The gist of his explanation was that he used investments that were mostly overlooked by others: those in South Africa and other exotic locations, with names I had never heard. He pronounced each in the native language which further muddled up my comprehension.
I hardly realized how quickly I grabbed a pen that was offered and signed the document before me that had been prepared before our arrival. As I stood, somewhat shakily I thanked him for the privilege of signed on. I heard myself heap compliments on him. What was that about?
I realized that Duval had returned and he had a hand on my elbow and was escorting me to the car park. He opened the rear door and as I slipped in I realized that there was another person sharing the seat.
Duval said in a matter of fact voice, "Meet Toby. This is a friend of mine and he has applied for the position of house cleaner. This will eliminate the need for an agency. He offers to stay as a resident so that he will be available at all hours if needed.
I nodded stupidly as I eyed the young lad. He was wearing the outfit of a seaman. This caused me to ask, "If he still in the navy?"
Toby answered in what I had to admit to myself was an uncouth accent, "No mi lord, I just left the navy on me own accord but once outa these clothes and into a proper dustman's suit, no one will be the wiser.
I think he was a bit drunk. At least I could smell it as he finished that speech. But as the car began the short ride home I regarded this boy. He was, I judged to be about eighteen. A good looker. Short navy haircut that showed off his well shaped head and fuzzy blond hair. His features were of the lower class of course but quite pleasing with full lips and good teeth. His eyes were very light, almost colorless and that lent him a strangeness.
I could see his body next to me, quite slim and lithe, not muscular but pleasing but I shook off these improver observation as though I was judging him as a sexual partner.
We rode in quiet. Duval watched us through the rear view mirror when suddenly my seat partner put an arm on my shoulders and said, quite loudly, "Yur a beauty. I could use a bit of those warm lips around me prick."
As I started to protest his rude statement he exerted pressure on my shoulders and also grabbed my head and pushed me into this white navy trouser panel of many buttons which I noticed were all unbuttoned.
He reached into his under pants and withdrew his rigid member that bore a large drop of fragrant precum. The odor reached me and acted like a sex drug.
I grabbed his organ with one hand and held it upright and took a lick of the head. "That's the way." And to Duval he called. "These upper class gentlemen and the best cock suckers."
Ignoring the humiliation caused by his words and busied myself in the newly found enjoyment of salivating and licking this flesh toy. Soon my ministrations had an effect on the cheeky sailor. He began rubbing my hair and encouraging me to suck harder. "Ye have me near the brink. Oh ye hungry fellow. It is all I kin do to keep from spilling."
I was blind to the world as I increased my sucking. I whirled my tongue. I wrapped in and licked furiously. I was determined to taste his essence and worked hard.
Now I reached deep into his flies and grasped his big swollen ball sac and this caused a howling of pleasure from the lad. I felt his thighs rising and falling and then he shouted, "Ye got me. Yu crazy swell, I can't hold off."
With a deep, loud and long groan he began to buck and then squinted a thick stream into my hungry mouth. Again and again he shook and squirted and finally fell back against the leather back of the cushions and closed his eyes in exhaustion muttering, "This wild fellow is a danger to the British navy."
I heard Duval in the front laughing and then he said, "Good show Sir."
I felt suddenly drowsy and leaned back and sleep for the rest of the ride.
At my driveway we stopped and Duval and Toby each took an arm of mine and helped to the elevator where crammed together like an orgy we rode up to the third floor. They deposited me on my bed and left.
End of Part Three