The Valet with Benefits, Part Four by Jay Roberts Gay Adult Friends
The next morning I lifted my head from the pillow and listened. There was no sound. It was pure silence which was so unusual as Duval should have been making some noise of breakfast preparation. Then with rough Toby, he might be expected to be banging around.
I put on a dressing gown and slippers and crept down the carpeted stairs. All continued to be quiet and I passed on into the kitchen. Duval was not there but there was a note. "Coffee on stove to be warmed. Toast in rack to be put in toaster. Valet up late with the excitement that I will explain."
I fired up the coffee and toast and sat munching it at the small table. As I looked idly around I noticed a small tank in the corner. A tank with valve on top that was like the one my grandfather used for oxygen. This was a mystery. To whom did it belong? What was it there and what did it contain?
I had not too long to wait as Duval entered the kitchen. He was not his usual urbane self. His face was fuzzy with whiskers and he walked slowly.
"How are you? You look the worst for wear."
"Thank you sir. Just what I needed, a critique of my appearance. But the explanation is that at three o'clock AM the block was lit up with police searchlights and the peace broken by loud knocking on the door."
"What did they want?"
"Toby. Apparently a bobby had reported the license of our limo and they traced it here
"So they took Toby away? I shall miss his slimness."
"And that delightful curve it had. Oh, you didn't mean his penis, did you. No more Toby. I shall have to think of an alternative solution but a temporary one has presented itself if it meets with your approval."
"What's that?"
"I ask permission to invite my two brothers to stay here temporarily. They are on a short visit to London town. They have their sleeping bags and might be able to set up in the dining area."
"Two?"
"Yes Ian eighteen and Grant twenty four. Good fellows handsome and strong."
I didn't like this smallish building to be cluttered up with Duval's family but I owed so much to my valet that I consented.
"Duval, what is that tank in the corner?"
"Oh my, I meant to leave it in my quarters, but to answer, it is an almost full tank of nitrous oxide."
"Are you ill?"
"No it is for recreation. I shall demonstrate later."
"I suppose I can wait, any way I require a bath. Please run the tub."
We were back at the old footing and it felt correct for me to exercise my role as master. As for Duval, he smiled with a secret smile and hobbled up fulfill my request.
The bath was excellent but too short. I liked when he scrubbed my back and washed my hair. I would lapse into a somnambulistic state. But still there was something new this time. As I stood dripping in front of him like a small boy and he dried me vigorously, he suddenly stopped and stared into my face. A second later his lips fastened on to mine in a feverous kiss.
He drew back quickly. "Oh sir, that was unforgivable."
"Only because it was too short," I murmured still reeling from the intensity of his kiss. "I couldn't help it. Your lips are so inviting. Pink, full and this morning pouting."
Duval lips had caught my interest immediately. He had a very full lower lip and his upper lips was bow shaped and thin. When he kissed me it was not just a pressure but a possession of my inexperience.
Nether of us said anything more about the powerfully enjoyable moment. He retired to clean himself and shave and dress. I just lolled on the bed and used all my will power not to initiate a funky wank.
Soon I heard him climbing the stairs rapidly. He stuck his head in the doorway and announced that he was going to the tramway to collect his brothers. Until he was gone for awhile did a realize that these fellows were on their way whilst he just asked permission. Oh well, what is, is.
The station was not far and soon I heard male voices in the downstairs foyer so I came down the stairs engineering my most dignified posture. I stopped dead when I saw the boys. They were quite a sight to see.
Ian was like a marionette or perhaps Pinocchio after he became a boy. He had the same humorously wide mouth a loose jointed walk. He was dressed, not as an eighteen year old but rather a much younger boy. I say this because of his very short shorts. They revealed his smooth brown legs but later I noticed, when he sat down and they drew up that all was pale white above.
His brother was the woodsman in fairy tales, tall, beaded and wide as a barn. While Ian spoke in a high, somewhat sissy voice, Grant was the Wagnerian of speech...and loud.
Grant stared up at me with his dark, almost black eyes, his hands on his hips with scrutiny. "Come ye down highborn lad," he ordered unimpressed with my position of master of the house.
Stupidly I obeyed and completed the distance between us until I was within arm's reach. I glanced sideways at Duval who appeared embarrassed by is brother's rudeness and presumptuousness. But the husky, muscular fellow was not through. "Comey here, let's have a feel of that fine arse."
I stood docile as he not only petted my bum but actually traced its contours with a practiced hand.
"I shall be in it `fore the days is gone."
I jumped back, this was too much and turned and ran up the stairs apace until I was in my own room. A few minutes later Ian knocked at my door.
"Me brother Duval says that you might move yur self to the smaller bedroom next door `cause this un is larger for we two visiting brothers."
I looked at him amazed at such a suggestion but he looked so cute and plaintive that I slowly had to admit that such a plan had merit. I nodded which he took correctly for approval, but he lingered.
"Handsome Sir, I have had a long trip here and was unable to piss or more and it left me with a hard on o'me prick and I thought ye might give me a quick wank."
He accompanied his words by sliding down his shorts and revealing a long quite thick prick, totally out of size for his small body. It flexed and reddened as I stared at it.
"See he likes you. Use yur soft toff hands on it." He pleaded with pained voice.
I reached out my hand and touched the head. This was wrong of me but his offer was too inviting and his personality too affecting.
He gasped loudly.
"Shush!" I warned fearing I would caught in this compromising position.
He clamped one boyish hand over his wide mouth and nodded while pushing his hips toward me. I grasped the hot flesh and lightly moved my hand up and down.
"Thanks perfect. You musta have done this before."
Ignoring that remark I attempted to shut off his conversation by tightening my grip and moving me hand rapidly up and down and on the upstroke using my thumb to caress the head of his cock. It was leaking and slippery and that produced lubrication for my wanking hand. I know myself that if I use an oil when wanking that he doubles the effect.
I continued and knew that his young age would prevent him from making the pleasure last. I took his hand from his mouth and inserted one of my fingers in. He sucked it avidly and that seemed to produce the trigger for him to stiffen and cry out and then lapse into a sort of song of cumming.
I wasn't prepared for the amount of spooge this boy could produce. It flowed over my hand and then produced spurts that flew onto the carpet and this continued until I though he had emptied his entire life force. But it was just a nice cum for him. He ended his ejaculations and then became his chatty self as he walked around the room picking up valuable ornaments and asking questions about them. I had to answer in a husky voice as I was still under the spell of the intense moments before.
His visit ended as Duval entered shooing him away.
"It was not my idea of dispossessing you but it does seem logical for the few nights."
I nodded slightly. "Should we move my toiletries and other things?"
"No hurry. I have something else, more important.
"What is that Duval?"
"It has to do with your bum."
"Your brother has explored that subject already."
"And that is why I must move quickly. Get undressed at once."
His voice had became commanding and that change and a strange yearning in center of my backside produced compliance."
But I never dreamed that this impending sex play would change my life. He ordered me to lie on my bed on my stomach and then...
End of Part Four