Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2016 09:30:14 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: The Valet with Benefits, Part Two     by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult Friends

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