Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 16:15:20 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Rammer, the Hound of the Manor, Part One"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical

"Rammer, the Hound of the Manor, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical


+++This is not school book history.  If you are under eighteen you must
       go to your room and read Mother Goose, but do come back when
       you are of age.  I have many stories to tell.



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       contributed a euro, or preferable a bunch of dollars to this inestimable
       site of pure fun and special education.  You must remedy this oversight
       immediately.  Our archivist will definitely appreciate it.


When the old Duke died on 10 August 1871, I as his ward was both pleased
and saddened.  The former because at the age of twenty I would be free to
follow my own life decisions.  The latter because the old eighty year old
noble was a fine gentleman and took me into his household when dear mater
and pater were murdered by highwaymen.  I was ten years old at the time.

After three weeks in the great mansion I began to feel lonely.  The
servants had been trained to be well invisible, so it was as if I was truly
alone.  I amused myself by sleeping each night in a different room (there
were fourteen) but that soon flagged in interest.

I didn't enjoy eating alone in the great hall although old Jarvis was kind
in seeing to my needs.

I did ride.  Yes each day I donned my habit and walked to the stables, rain
or shine, and mounted my horse Reggie.  I liked animals and had traveled to
the London Zoological Park on three occasions and marveled at the variety
of beasts.  I also read Aesop's Fables each night and felt at one with the
human-life protagonists in animal form.

Tom, the stable lad was my age but class distinctions prevented a
friendship.  I know he desired it for he lingered long on my thigh as he
hoisted me up to the saddle on Reggie.  I could have mounted myself but the
horse was very tall and Tom did seem to feel it was his duty.  However, it
surely was not his duty to discuss my aspect as I heard him do to Knealton
the stable master.  He said, as best I can reconstruct, "'e's as lovely as
any girl and I would gladly muss that pretty blond hair."  He was angrily
silenced by Nealton and I restrained myself from remonstrating as I felt an
unexpected rush of pleasure at his words.  That night I let them play in my
mind as I took my bedtime pleasuring.  A day or so later, Tom came to the
kitchen door and asked to speak with "The Young Master."  I had just
completed my dinner and was a bit wobbly from the three glasses of Port I
might now request without the Duke's watchful eyes.

The Butler relayed to me that the lad was in the kitchen requesting to
speak to me.  I rose, a bit unsteadily, and wove my way to the servant's
area and on to the kitchen.  There stood Tom, looked scrubbed and clean,
his wool hat rolled and clutched in his hand.  His eyes opened wide seeing
me in full dress for dinner.  But he gathered courage and wiped his large
hand on his trousers and held it out for me to shake.

Of course that was insolence but I knew it was his own innocense that
allowed him to make that gesture and I took his rough hand in my smaller
one.  I felt a strange thrill in this occurrence and I had to master my
voice when I asked, "Yes Tom, is there a problem at the stable, or worse,
with Reggie?"

"Oh no your Grace (of course the dear boy had the wrong address.  I was not
a Duke but a mere Sir.)  All is well there.  It is about Rimmer."

"Who is Rimmer?"

Tom threw his head back and laughed gaily.  I noticed that he had perfect
white and well shaped teeth and the gesture exposed his strong neck and
Adam's Apple.  I felt a strange surge of my prick.

Coming to himself Tom said, "Rimmer is a beautiful English Spaniel.  A mix
with some other breed but in all a fine result.  He is a friendly and
clever dog.  'e appeared mysteriously at the stable two days ago and seems
to have made it 'is 'one."

"Yes," I said to encourage him.  "Why do you bring this up?"

"I hope I am not too forward but I thought..."

"Yes, yes?"  I was becoming a bit impatient and the wine was making it
difficult to stand for so long.  At one point I listed to the left and Tom
righted me with warm hand on my shoulder.

"To be short, I feel he would be a friend for you, now that his Grace is
gone and the house is empty and..."

At first I was going to get all imperial and toss him out but one look at
his open and concerned, and not uncomely face, calmed me and I said,
"That's kind of you.  Have him a the stable in the morning and I shall have
a look at him."

I was glad to turn to leave as the immensely, and emotionally touched by
this simple boy's concerns with my well being.  My eyes were brimming over
with tears. It had been a long time since someone cared so for me.  I
determined to accept the dog no matter how ugly or mangy he might be.  I
also secretly hoped that the dog might ease the potential relationship
between the boy from the stables and the boy from the mansion.

That night, a bit inflamed by the wine and more so from the impact of the
visit from the sexy lad, I wanked myself with especial vigor and was also
over come as I spent a great amount of essence.  The self pleasuring did,
however, nearly throw me into a deep dreamless sleep.  I awoke the next
morning as Jarvis drew open the heavy damask drapes to reveal a blindingly
early spring day.  The gardens had already been busy and the smell of fresh
cut grass was pleasantly and sweetly wafting into the room.

Jarvis placed the tray on my lap.  I looked down at it.  There was kippers
and bacon and three fried eggs and several slices of bread.  I believe the
wine was still in my body for I felt my gorge rising at the display of
food.  I waited until he left and took a bit of bread and cocoa and left
the rest.  As I tossed back the covers I saw the large stain from my sex
emission of last night.  But I was not embarrassed by it nor would I offer
any explanation to the servants.  It was my right as Lord of the manor to
indulge myself any way I wish.

I sponged myself and used the new tooth power that Jarvis had suppled.
Then I dressed in riding attire that had been brushed and layed out.  Just
as I was about to draw on the boots, Jarvis reappeared and the old fellow
sunk to his knees, a painful operation, and helped draw on the boots by my
resting my foot on his skinny thigh.  I determined to discontinue the in
the future and don my boots myself.

As I neared the stable I saw Tom walking with a handsome dog who walked
placidly at his heel.  Because of the spring warmth, I suppose, Tom was
wearing a light shirt and several buttons were unfastened revealing a
reddish blond hairiness that caused my ears to buzz.

With a wide smile he brought the dog to me saying, "Rimmer, please say
hello to his Lordship."  The dog seemed to understand the words and came
close to me with wagging tail and friendly face.

I scratched his head and he commenced such a vigorous tail wag that his
entire hind quarters went along with the wag.  Tom laughed in glee.
"Surely sir he loves you already."

The extravagant expression struck us both silent for a moment.  Not only
the word love, but the sincerely and quake in his voice was powerful.  This
coming intimacy between us was heralded.  We might communicate through the
dog.  This was immediately demonstrated by Tom's work harden hand almost
joined mine in our petting.

"I shall not ride today," I announced.  "I will take Rimmer for a walk and
then make accommodations for him to sleep in my room."  As Tom nodded,
happy that his presentation of the dog was well received.  As I called the
dog to follow, I turned my head and called back, "You bathed him well."

"Yes, he seemed to like being spruced up and combed.  He's definitely of
the better class."

I laughed gaily as we walked, almost ran briskly to the rear entrance.
Jarvis looked disapprovingly at the dog.  "You do not intend to bring this
cur inside?"

I gave him a hard look and set him right.  "I certainly do and I expect you
to treat my dog with respect and prepare his meals, as well."

That over with I climbed the stairs to my quarters.  Inside, I realized
that they had not yet been cleaned and made up.  The cleaning staff usually
began its work a bit later.

As soon as we entered Rimmer jumped on the bed.  First he smelled the area,
now dry, of my essence.  He whined slightly, as if it pleased him.  Then he
curled up on my pillow and prepared for a morning nap.  I laughed at the
lack of hesitation to inhabit my bed.  It was as if he had been born to do
it.

I looked down at him luxuriating in total abandonment to sleep and our
bond, early as it was in our relationship, caused me to be overcome with
sleepiness.  I pulled off my boots and the rest of my clothing, including
my draws, and naked as Rimmer, I lay on the bed and immediately fell into a
delightful sleep.

The dream that over took me was exotic.  It cast me off to the Orient with
is odors of jasmine and ginger.  I heard harp music, glissando running up
and down my back and my sensitive fundamentals being played on.  It finally
reached a point where I had to save myself from unbearable and
insupportable stimulation.  If the pitch continued I would die.

I awoke with a start and realized that Rimmer's head was on my arse and his
over sized tongue was laving my nether hole.  The sensation was so
exquisitely thrilling that I held still so as not to disturb the process.
Suddenly my backside reared up and the dog's tongue found a new depth that
caused a rapid vibration inside my track.  I shouted out as my orgasm
overcame me.  As I spewed Rimmer changed position and placed himself at my
penis and licked and swallowed my sperm.

I lay gasping.  This was the most intense spending I had ever felt.  I
picked up the dear dog and hugged him in gratitude as he lovigly licked my
face.  What a gift Tom had bestowed but I dare not confess to him the
extent of my gratitude.

Each night for the next three nights I could hardly wait for the moment
that I lay naked on the bed and my dear Rimmer would perform his lovely
ritual on me.  All was thrilling until the fourth night when he failed to
join me, but lay listless in the bed I had made of silk pillows.  He stared
at me.  I knew he wanted somethiing, but what it was I could not fathom.

I decided to seek advice from Tom the next day.


End of Part One