+++++The word "boy" in the title does not mean that this is a charming little tale for younguns' no, it's porn for older readers, those over 18. If you have not reached that age, go away. The author does not want you here.
Jamie O'Reilly stopped for a minute and wiped his brow. The Summerfield estate was the hardest landscaping stop that the boss, helper and Jamie made. It was about ten acres of grass and flower beds. The latter took a bit of hand work to keep them nice.
The boss was John McAllister, a sly drunken, lazy fellow of low morals and poor personal hygiene. Jamie took care to wash himself everyday at the little wash stand in his room. When John came close, Jamie had to stop breathing the stench and hope he would move away quickly. Sometimes he couldn't hold anymore and he would expel his breath loudly. "What's ailing ye?" John would say impatiently.
John was also annoyed because the owner of the Summerfield mansion would stop and talk to Jamie. The would discuss the grounds and some improvements. Jamie was always careful to state, "I agree with you, but you must talk to me boss, John McAllister over there." But Summerfield never did. He just nodded.
John had come from the old country in a small, smelly, leaky boat from Ireland. Jamie was now seventeen, then he was a fifteen year old lad whose Mother had died during the crossing. John latched onto the boy and promised to look after him when they reached the United States. But Jamie saw him as an unnatural man who frequently tried to insert his hand in the boy's trousers. It was a miracle that Jamie had been able to withstand the advances. But Jamie had grow taller and stronger and now that gave John pause.
The little crew, the black man, John and Jamie traveled from Brooklyn each day to the large estate on Long Island. In spite of the fact that this was 1895, John still did not own a gasoline driven vehicle and they made their way slowly, the large farm horse pulling the heavy dray. The black man named Ned usually slept off the nights drinking and John sat on the driver's seat, curing the poor horse all the way.
This estate was Jamie's favorite. The lawns rolled pleasantly and charmed him. The other attraction was Colin the master's boy. He appeared to be about Jamie's age, but he was fashioned more delicately as befits his class. He was a blonde, a blonde angel Jamie thought. Often when Jamie stopped to wipe his brow, he would catch a glimpse of the boy in the upper balcony window, stretching on awakening. Jamie caught sight of the lad's slim, fair arm exposed as sleeves of the white sleeping gown slid down. Once the boy went out on the balcony and seemed to be watching Jamie as he worked. Jamie would have waved, but that would be insolent.
He found that the angel boy entered his dreams at night. Once he awoke and his prick was stiff and hard as the angel boy rubbed it and smiled at him.
This morning Jamie arose and stripped off his night shirt and stood in front of the washing stand. He examined himself in the old cracked mirror. This self looking was discouraged by Father Murphy, but he was proud of his newly strengthening body, and maturing face. He had the shadow of a moustache and his cheeks were fuzzed with dark whiskers. And today, he noticed for the first time that his tanned chest was decorated with a growth of chest hair between his breasts and trailed down to his dick. His sex organ had grown considerably in the last two years. He had nothing to compare it with, but it seemed to be large and often insistent when it grew larger and stiffer. He was about six feel tall, his shoulders were broad. as a barn door tapering down to slim hips and waist. Hard work had produced bulging arm muscles. Out of self pride that was a sin, he wore his sleeves rolled up to show off these smooth protuberances. He also hoped that the angel noticed them.
By observation Jamie had decided there was two types of Irishman. There was the pale, then, freckled red heads with watery blue eyes and Jamie's breed, dark eyed and muscular with black curly hair and square strong faces. His mother had told him that his dark eyes contained secrets that only he knew.
He finished the long task of mowing and was putting away the mower. It was heavy and required a great effort to make the blades whirl, but he would go into a sort of trance and didn't mind the work so much. While he mowed he made up dreams of living in the big house with the white pillars, eating at a large dinning table with the angel boy. As he rounded the rear heading for the barn to stow the mower, a lithe figure stood in his way. It was the boy.
The boy was dressed in tan trousers and a heavy ribbed sweater. He held out his hand. "Hello fellow, I am Colin Summerfield. I know you are Jamie."
Jamie was dumbfounded and stared at the ground as befits a servant when addressed by a young master. Colin spoke again. "Aren't you going to shake my hand?"
Jamie wiped his hand vigorously on the side of his heavy canvas trousers and proffered it. "My you have a large hand." He continued to hold Jamie's hand.
"And you young sir have a small elegant one. It's softness takes my breath away."
"I see you have the Irish poet in you. That was a pretty phrase." He took his hand back and his brown furrowed seriously. "The reason I stopped you is that my father sent me to ask you to come into the kitchen. He wishes to speak to you."
"To me sir, shouldn't he speak to the boss?"
Colin laughed. "You do all the work and do it well. Your boss just sits and drinks in the shade and the black man is old and useless. No, it's you that is wanted."
At that last phrase, Jamie could have sworn that the boy stared hard at him to lend another meaning to the words.
He followed Colin's lovely shaped arse into the kitchen. Mr. Summerfield sat at the rough kitchen table drinking a mug of coco. He signaled to the fat cook. "Pour another mug for Jamie here."
The squire arose, he was a big man, taller than Jamie. He clapped Jamie on his strong shoulder. "I've been looking for the opportunity to speak to you away from the two others. We have to conclude our business quickly to avoid suspicion."
Jamie drank the delicious coco and looked over the cup. "Yes sir, is there some extra work you wish." He clutched his cap in his hand nervously. "Or perhaps some work I have done poorly."
The father laughed heartily in chorus with young Colin's young musical laugh. "No my boy, your work here has been excellent, couldn't be better and that's what this meeting is all about. Now sit down and listen and decide."
He also drew up a chair and sat with Jamie as if Jamie was his equal. Jamie's head was whirling from the unexpected event. "Jamie I would like to hire you as a full time gardener for the estate. Mrs. Summerfield has some ideas for bring our grounds into greater distinction. I am stealing you away from John. It is a terrible loss to him, but a gain for you. You will be paid a good sum. And...."
Colin chimed in, "And we will prepare nice quarters over the garage and you can stay here all the time."
"What do you say? Oh yes, you can get that gasoline truck in the garage working to haul what you need. Horses are going out of style."
"What can I say but yes. This is a heaven sent offer. I will work my heart out for you and never let you regret your decision." He stood up. "I must go and tell John."
Colin called after him. "Start tomorrow. I will see to your quarters."
Within two weeks the arrangement worked out splendidly for the Summerfields, but also Jamie was sure the heavens had blessed him. He ate the wonderful food the cook saved for him, he drove the repaired truck into the village for supplies, he worked from dawn to dusk happily. He developed a respectful but fruitful working relationship with the madam and best of all he was able to cast his worshipful eyes on handsome Colin, often.
Tonight he fell asleep at 8:00. His long working day and his drive to please the Summerfields caused his early bed going. He heard a commotion outside the garage. He looked at the wall clock. It was 2:00AM. Then he heard the squeal of brakes on a gasoline vehicle. From his window he saw and spiffy white roadster head out of the gates. Below him he could see the body of a young person leaning against the outside wall of the garage. He hurried down, still in his night shirt, across the gravel that cut at his bare feet. There was Colin dead or hurt. He lean down to speak to him and he could clearly smell the beer on his breath. He realized that the vehicle that sped away contained naught drinking companions."The bye is drunk as a lord and passed out like a common drunk," he thought disapprovingly, but then sympathy rushed to the fore and he tenderly pulled Colin to his feet. However he could not stand. Jamie was afraid to wake the household so he hoisted Colin on his shoulder, fireman style and brought him up to his own room upstairs.
He deposited Colin on his bed and scratched his head wondering what to do next. Colin moaned, "Put me to bed and let me sleep it off. The Gov will kill me if he sees me like this."
He struggled to get his shoe off. Then Jamie got into action. He kneeled down and removed ths shoes and hose from the Colin's legs. He took a sharp intake as the delicate, aristocratic feet and lower legs were revealed. Surprisingly strong looking, hairless and well formed. Colin said impatiently, accustomed to services ministrations. "Hurry, undress me, I must sleep."
Jamie sat him up, as he sagged against his chest. He removed the dress jacket and pleated shirt and then the silk undershirt. He was surprised that Colin, though spare of build, had a lightly muscled hairless chest, it's ivory tones glinting in the moonlight. Colin was out and now snoring lightly. He pulled off the pants and the bottom of the Union Suit came away with it. Jamie stared at the sweet cock lying serenely against one smooth hip. He couldn't help touch it. It responded and rose slightly to hover over the pink generous ball sack. Jamie's hand seemed like a side of beef compared to the princely boy's body.
He tucked Colin in and covered him and then sat on a chair nearby to see that he was okay. It was a little chilly, but he managed to fall asleep. About an hour later Colin stirred and attempted to get up. "What's wrong Master Colin?" Jamie asked getting up.
"I must urinate. Can you help me."
Jamie put one of the young master on his shoulder and walked him over to the slop pale. Colin stood there swaying. "Can you hold it over the pale, my hand seems numb."
With a shaking hand Jamie took the pale smooth penis in his hand and held it over the rim. Colin grunted, trying to start his flow. "Maybe if you would piss, it would help me."
Jamie shrugged and lifted his night shirt. He was a little embarrassed to see that his meaty cock was at full arousal being so close to the beautiful boy. He held it on the rim, next to Colin's penis and pushed hard to get started because it was hard and pointed skyward. At last a dribble, then a torrent of pale yellow piss flew out. In a moment Colin sighed as his followed suit. He smiled at Jamie. When they finished, Colin remained with his cock at the rim. "Can you shake it Jamie?" He said in a low shaky voice.
Jamie was breathing loudly. "Yes sir, that I will because you ordered it." He took the pure pink white organ between two large fingers and gently shook it. Two drops fell into the bucket. Colin was breathing hard now, his eyes closed.
"Yes, that's good, don't stop. Shag me off."
Jamie realized that young men of his social standing had no compunction of requesting intimate services from inferiors. The young footman and driver Jamie had seen was probably another one who Colin could order about. But Jamie was so enamored of the beautiful boy he did not hesitate to follow the orders. He began delicately moving the skin on the prick. Colin murmured at the pleasure of Jamie's rough fingers. He also realized that the insolent gardener had put her cheek against his soft face. He was surprised that he liked it and it added pleasure to the wanking. Colin thrust his hips back and forth hinting that he wanted more action. Jamie clutched the smooth organ more firmly and began to stroke the long shaft with greater vigor. Colin showed his appreciate by mewling steadily. It may have been the drink he had consumed but his climax didn't arrive and he was a bit frustrated. He stepped back. Jamie looked at him in surprise. "Put your mouth on my penis and suck?" he ordered firmly.
Jamie was in a quandary. Part of him yearned to put his mouth on the cock of this beautiful boy, but his pride fought that. He knew he was a social inferior, but he knew that he was probably more powerful physically and perhaps smarter than the elegant young man. It was only wealth and social position that separated. He finally decided to do what was asked and then, in the future, he would extract his revenge.
He placed Colin on a tall stool and licked his lips anticipation. He found that he was getting very excited and desperately wished to excite Colin and make him expel his spunk that was surely to be a sweet as flower honey. Colin was already moaning. He enjoyed that the handsome Jamie was bending to his will. Then he felt the warm puffy lips surrounding his prick head. He felt his covering moving backward quickly, exposing his reddish venerable head, covered already with pre cum. He pushed his prick into the hot mouth. Jamie was compliant and allowed it to enter his steamy interior mouth. His prick sawed back and forth over his tongue. His own passion moved him to allow the organ to go past his tongue and into his throat. "Oh you lovely garden boy. I never felt anything so good. I'm about to spew. Keep this up."
In a moment Colin shouted his abandoned cum song and fucked the mouth of Jamie wildly, grabbing him around the next and giving up to the strong feelings, his cock jetting cum into Jamie's gulping mouth.
In a few moments it was over. Colin smiled his angelic peaceful smile. "That was a good job. If stay a good boy I will reward you with more of my cum in the future." He looked down at Jamie's long stiff prick jumping in time with his heart beat. "I see you are greatly excited yourself. Perhaps you may wish to wank off after I leave."
Colin retrieved his clothes and crept out of the upstairs room and down the stairs and catlike entered the mansion.
Janie lay on his bed. He decided not to wank. Partly out of disobedience of the lordly boy. "I will have my pleasurable revenge, I swear."
A few days later Colin came up to Jamie who was working on planting tulips along the sweeping entry road to the estate. "The Gov wants us to go to town to the Fence maker and pick out a style, then take a perimeter look and suggest the placement. We can use the truck you go working."
He was rather abrupt and formal as befits the young lord speaking to a servant.
Janie wash up and got the truck started with the crank and slowly put it into position near the portico in front. Colin was dressed in rough pants and a tweed jacket looking like the young squire.
In town, at the fence maker, they both agreed in the same style of fence. That pleased Janie that their taste coincided. On the way back they drove slowly on the grass following the way the fence would be lay out. Colin began to drop his superior manner as they drove and Jamie's cock stirred as Colin leaned heavily on his shoulder. "Jamie, stop here. I think this would be an excellent place to erect a pole." He laughed merrily and took Jamie's hand and placed it on his trouser fly. Jamie could feel the stiff organ through the heavy fabric.
"Are ye wantin' again sir?"
He whispered fiercely "Jamie, my prick is calling to you. Open the buttons and take the thing in your warm wet mouth and caress me until a deliver my cream."
Jamie signed. He didn't like to be used as a convenient plumbing fixture whenever the young sir felt horny, but their didn't seem to be anything he could do. But first, to the wide- eyed surprise of Colin, Jamie opened his belt and shoved his pants down to his ankles. He then opened his fly button and extracted his large stiff prick.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm givin' me friend here some air and hoping when I suckle you, that you will stroke it friendly like."
Colin snorted. "This is no love affair we are having. If you do not want to suck me, I'll will say goodbye to you and you will have to find another job."
Jamie thought a moment. "Sir, my freedom to chose me fuck partners is valuable to me. If you feel that way, perhaps I should be on me way." He began pulling up his pants. But then Colin put a warm hand on his wrist.
"Hold on. You are an attractive fellow in a rough, but compelling way. Perhaps you are handsomer than may gay friends. I might just play a bit with you, if you have a mind to. But suck me now."
Jamie lowered the boys pants over his strong white legs exposing the slim cock poking up in the air, it's pale pink tip already dripping in pre spunk. He bent down and took the organ into his mouth quickly, swallowing it deeply. Colin reared up in surprise and overwhelming delight. He was almost immediately on the verge of cumming. He remembered his promise and reached out and took Jamie's hard, big headed cock in his soft hand and gently stroked it. "How is that garden boy?"
"It's as delicious as dew on the flowers in the mornin'. But dear lovely boy, I am strong, you need not be gentle. Stroke hard."
Pretty soon the two young fellows were moaning loudly. Colin sought Jamie's warm lips and they lapsed into intimate passion like old lovers. The feelings intensified and soon Colin pulled away. "I shall cum soon. Play with my bullocks."
Jamie grasped the tender sack. The balls were lifting up the shaft presenting themselves for petting. Colin was crooning wildly. Jamie took advantage of the boys strong passion and reached behind the balls into the ass crack and stroked the moist area and then the tender puckered hole. Colin began fucking Jamie's mouth, so over come with passion and the sensation of the ass hole petting.
Jamie stopped all motions and whispered into Colin's ear. Do you want me to fuck thee, sweet sir?"
Colin moaned loudly. "I do sweet Jamie, but I am afraid, I have never done that and your cock is thick and sturdy."
"Yes it is thick, but that will make you feel so good. Let me just try a small bit."
Jamie rose up and placed his bare legs on either side of Jamie's fuzzy legs, he faced Jamie. Colin's forehead was furrowed with consternation and his eyes showed fear. Jamie kissed him and petted his head and cheeks. "Relax my sweet, I wouldna not hurt thee for the world."
Colin signed and allowed Jamie's cock head to lodge just inside his ass hole. "Stop," he called. "Do not move. It feels gigantic, let me get used to the intrusion of the monster."
They stayed like that. Then Colin allowed more of the flesh tube to enter him. When it was about three quarters inside, Jamie push up, then allowed it to exit some, then repeated this several times. "Oh Jamie. The gates of heaven have opened. New feelings are flooding my body. You are a wonderful in fucking. Do it harder and faster."
That was all Jamie wanted to hear. He began a vigorous fucking of the howling boy, stopping only to insert his tongue in the boy's mouth, then resuming, almost battering his ass. Jamie felt his own ejaculation just on the horizon. He hadn't cum in two days and the stimulation yesterday had left him yearning, and brimming with spunk.
Colin began a sing song cum song as he entered the grip of orgasm. In a moment his aristocrat cock shots streams of sweet cum all over his chest and Jamie's. Jamie held back no long and closed his eyes and surrendered to the delicious uncontrolled ejaculation. He filled Colin's virgin hole with his cum and Colin moaned as his insides received the hot cum. They clung to each other like children riding out the storm of the post orgasmic shivers. At last their breathing normalized. Jamie helped Colin to a sitting position and smiled at him. Colin returned the smile happily. "Oh you brute of a man, you have introduced me to heaven. I shall never forget this day. He kissed Jamie gratefully.
Days passed and circumstances were not propitious for them to come upon each other at the large estate and because of each of their duties. But one day, Jamie was picking weeds that grew on the lea side of the tall hedge that served as a wind break for the tennis court. He watched through the branches and saw his love boy, dressed in white trousers and short sleeve shirt playing tennis with one of his friends. He marveled at the grace and power as he caught difficult shots and returned them with smashing shots. The other boy looked like his twin. Jamie thought that these rich heirs ate the same food and looked similar. They were both of the same height. Colin was blonde, this boy red hairs, but shared the same lithe physique tanned face and flashing white teeth. Exhausted the two boys came close to the other side of the hedge and flopped down, breathing hard. The other boy, who was named Eric, Jamie determined, spoke in pants to Colin. "That delicious gardener you have hired. Have you had a go at him yet. His strong body and devilish face make me vary warm in my lower regions."
"Oh yes. I've gotten a few blow jobs and have fucked his Rose of Shannon arse. He's a hot fuck and now is after me to fuck him again. I may comply is I feel gracious. Maybe this afternoon."
"Oh, you're killing me. Do you think I might get him to bugger me?"
"It's possible. Stay for tea and we will see."
The cook prepared an elaborate tea tray with sandwiches and strong tea for the boys. Colin asked her to invite the young gardener to tea.
She felt odd doing this as servants never sit to tea with the gentry, but she found Colin, invited him and he accepted.
As he neared the little table on the lawn, he smiled with his brilliant teeth at the two boys munching biscuits and slurping tea. "Howdee fellows. I won't, for the sake of class, draw a chair besides ye, but I'll take me tea here on the ground where I belong."
Eric was charmed with the humble response. He decided to tease the servant. It was perfectly safe as no lowly person would challenge him. "I say Jamie. I heard round about that you like fucking."
"Aye I do."
"Do you long for fucking right now?"
"Yes young sir, I could fuck right now as my sex organ is already stiffening at the suggestion."
Eric arose and motioned for Colin for follow. "Suppose we go to the barn and see about this?"
Once inside the barn, Jamie wasted no time and to Colin's surprise, at least, he took off his heavy shirt and let it fall from his muscular shoulders. His strong slightly hairy chest was revealed. Eric let out a painful groan of admiration. "Lift your arms, garden donkey boy!" he ordered, ignoring Colin's warning that he was going too far. Apparently Eric wanted to see Jamie's underarms. Apparently they were more than he hoped for. They were thick and black and beads of sweat hung on in some places. The manly odor from heavy work in the garden wafted to Eric's nose. He swayed in sexual excitement. He said hoarsely, "Drop your trousers and show us your Rose Bud of Tralee." He laughed at his witticism as his giggle was cut short by the half naked mans grab at his waist. He was drawn close to Jamie's body and a big hand pressed his nose against the underarm hair.
"Now ye whelp, breathe deep. Fill your body with my perfume, turn you mind over to be. I shall master you soon."
Eric noisily sniffed in the strong, mind controlling odor until he staggered back, his eyes wild and his mouth gaping open. "Oh, oh you great hulk of a man. Let me lick your body."
Jamie stood tall, grinning with his power. In one motion he unbuckled his belt and let his rough pants fall to his knees. His Greek column hairy legs were locked and waiting. His great prong elevated and moving with his young heartbeat.
"Young lad, suckle me. Git on yur knees now!"
Eric obeyed instantly, his mind had blocked out Colin who stood there breathing hard, his prick making his white cotton trousers stand out in front. He watched Eric drooling his tongue lashing out to lick the wet head of Janie's prick. Jamie nodded his head in approval and patted Eric's red head as though he were a pet dog. Then he beckoned to Colin and pointed to the ground. Eric as if in a trance came close and knelt on the ground.
"Now you two pals must learn to share. Take turns licking my prick and then my balls. If you have adventure in you, you can taste my arse hole. If you behave like proper gentlemen I will allow you to undress and assume as position to be fucked. Now byes, git to it.!"
The two puppies, their knees hurting on the cement floor moaned and licked like collies. Pushing each other for better positions. Jamie enjoyed the sight of them as well as the wonderful feelings they imparted to his prick. Then, suddenly he turned and they were faced with his large muscular arse, his fragrant crack waiting for them. They wasted no time and dove in, jostling each other for the best angle to lick his hole and push their young boy tongues inside.
After about fifteen minutes of this pleasure, Jamie decided to get to the serious business. Now he grabbed Colin by the shoulders and drew him up. "Colin lad, I heard you fucked me. Is that true?"
"No dear Jamie, I lied, pure and simple. You fucked me and I loved it and I am hurting to be fucked again. Please, please treat me as a field to be plowed."
"And what about you Eric. You heard what he said. Do you want to be plowed too?"
Eric's pretty lower lip was shaking. "I have never been fucked by gentleman or servant but ti is something I have dreamed of. Please fuck us both."
Jamie laughed with his deep bass rumble. "Righto byes, get on your elbows and knees and I will oblige ye." The boys obeyed, and there they waited both breathing heavily their young asses in the cold barn air. There was Eric's fuzzy red ass and beside him shaking in anticipation was Colin's pure hairless dimpled rear end. Jamie stared and grinned, then he took his workman thumb and placed his left thumb on Colin's puckered anis and his other thumb on the red headed boys arse hole. He rubbed steadily, back and forth until the puckers protruded in fuck need. Their holes opened up and kissed the air. They moaned like the Anvil Chorus, Erics deeper voice alternating with Colin's high voice. They shook their asses to entice Jamie. They looked pleadingly over their shoulders. Finally Jamie took pity and he began to enter Eric, who wept in pain and pleasure. Once his hole was open he plunged into Colin who cried out in fulfillment.
Now he alternated from one to the other, bringing both boys to the point of shooting their young milk through the stimulation of their prostates. Each time he felt one boy was about to cum, he withdrew and fucked the other vigorously. Soon they were both howling for release.
Finally he himself could not long stand the stimulation and he let out a victory shout and impaled himself deep into Eric and pumped vigorous. Within a moment Jamie felt his spunk shoot out. He quickly withdrew and deposited the remainder in Colin's rectum. The boys fell over on their backs, each reaching for their cocks and shagged themselves into a juicy release.
"Well mates, you are both well fucked and I am satisfied......for the moment. When I call either of you beautifies to attend to my needs, you will come arunning. Correct?"
They chorused, "Yes Jamie."
End
Jamie stayed on for many years as head gardener and landscape designer for Summerfield. The boys grew up and moved away, but their were always other lads to conquer.