Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 07:21:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kenneth Rodman <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Butler Did It. 1916

			     THE BUTLER DID IT

    Kenny was idly fondling his erection through his pyjamas as he looked out
the window at a driving rainstorm. Rats. It would be a dull day at Farnsleigh
Manor. Normally he would be working in the yard, having been pressed into
service helping the aged gardener, Jake, who operated the horsedrawn lawnmower
and took care of roughly three acres of grass surrounding the manor house. Ken
took care of the trimming with a hand mower and did  a bit of hedgetrimming as
well. The servants had been pared from the usual seven to Jake, Wilson the
butler and Kate who came in the afternoon only to cook dinner. He started at the
knock on his bedroom door and Wilson entered. Wilson was a fit thirty six,
handsome, and should have been in France fighting the Hun as were most of the
men in England at the time, but because of  a history of childhood seizures and
a rumor that he was a homosexual, he had been passed over by the draft board.
Besides, someone needed to remain home to look after   the property.

     "Master Kenneth, I have brought your morning tea, and it you don't mind, I
would like a word with you." Wilson pulled a chair up to the bedside and sat.
"I'm somewhat uncomfortable about this, but your father is not expected to
return soon, and it is past time for a man to man talk. Since I am also the
launderss these days, I have noted you pyjamas have been for a few months
periocically stained with semen, indicating you have been having, so called, wet
dreams. If you would kindly remove your pyjama bottoms, I need to examine your
testicles." He noted the boy had a half erection, and after fondling his balls,
Ken's erection was a hard six inches of throbbing boydick. "Well, as I expected,
these orbs are no longer childlike, so you must treat them with utmost care. I
have been concerned at the manner in which you mount your bicycle that you might
hurt yourself. These testicles will continue to enlarge, hang lower and could be
permamently damaged should you not be more  careful. You have been spared
circumcision by a caring father, but cleanliness is now paramount. I will now
withdraw your foreskin....but it may be slightly uncomfortable since it has a
rather small opening. I will be gentle and as long as you let me know if you are
having pain, I will proceed. Ah, there, that wasn't too bad, eh? Note, Kenneth,
this groove behind the glans, the head of the penis, tends to accumulate smegma
which is smelly and should be washed off with each bath, if not more often. This
spot, on the underneath side where the head meets the shaft needs particular
attention, since it is quite sensitive." Wilson moved to the washstand, wet the
washcloth   with water and a swipe of soap and ever so gently swabbed and
cleaned the areas in question. You are only thirteen, but your penis is mansized
already and will continue to grow so you will need to withdraw your foreskin a
few time a day to make sure it doesn't become permanently trapped and unable to
bare your glans for cleaning. More important for you, since your glans is
substantially of greater girth than the shaft of your penis.  Let me
demonstrate." And he gently pulled the boy's foreskin  back over the glans and
retracted it twice more. Then, the boy's hips heaved and a small dollop of
sticky, grainy white boycome oozed from the tip of his organ, to be followed by
two more of the same.

     Kenny had been experiencing sensations never before felt as Wilson had been
touching his hardness. Far from being uncomfortable, they were, to put it
mildly, wonderful. Up until Wilson repetedly moved his foreskin back and forth.
Then he felt an brand new, and scary sensation of progressing tightness in his
groin. As though a rubberband was being stretched to its limit and beyond.
Tighter and tighter until something would certainly break inside. Then,
KZZZZZZAT!  His cock throbbed and a feeling that he was urinating a cherry pit
coursed down his urethra. ZZZZZZat, twice more and he noted with wonder and no
little fright that something had indeed broken loose inside and was leaking
from his wee wee. The tightness was gone, and he felt rellieved and relaxed
almost to a degree he felt half asleep. Oh my God, that felt sooo good!

    "Congratulations, Master Kenneth, you have achieved your first awake orgasm!
Did it feel good?"

    "Oh, yes, yes indeed it did!", said the boy.

    " You will, no doubt, be annoyed quite frequently with unwnted erections, if
that has not indeed been a problem already. There are time when the little
fellow becomes hard and embarrasing and/or distracting. It will get in the way
of concentrating on other pressing tasks such as schoolwork and the pressure
must be relieved to get back to the work at hand. Your wet dreams are nature's
way of relieving the backup of semen, but there is a way of relieving the
pressure as we just did, but that lesson requires an erection to demonstrate,
and I'm afraid you won't be able to supply the required equipment for a few
hours."

   "But, Wilson, unless my eyes deceive me, you have a tent in your trousers
which may allow you to demonstrate the proceedure yourself."

   "Well, this is highly irregular, but it is wartime, and everything is
irregular so perhaps you have a point.", said the butler, and he proceeded to
take off his trousers and bloomers. He did indeed have a solid erection dripping
precum.

    "What is that?, said the boy pointing to the clear liquid oozing  from
Wilson's boner. "Did you already have your orgasm?

     "No, that is nature's lubricant to facilitate entrry into the lady with
whom you are attempting to make a baby. The boy reached out and smeared the
precum about Wilson's glistening glans. "Ah, lad, that feels right lovely, but
it's not enough stimulation to get the job done. Now, wrap your hand around the
shaft of my organ and slide the skin up and down. Good, but not so tight a grip
and a little faster. Excellent, but include the head of the penis in your
stroke. Ahhh, lovely! You have a natural talent for this kind of thing." After a
few minutes, Wilson said, "Slow down a bit, boy, I'm getting close and it feels
too good to rush into. Ah, Ah, AHHH, OOOhhh! I'm cumming!" The boy watched,
transfixed as Wilson's cock throbbed in his hand and jets of cum spurted from
the swollen deep red glans in his hand. Willson's head was thrown back, his eyes
clenched and with a grimace of apparent pain contorting his face.

   "I'm sorry", said the boy, "Did I hurt you?"

    "Hurt no, you sent me to heaven!  Well, we made quite a mess of the bed,
didn't we?  I'll clean it up, you get dressed, finish your tea and get to work
memorizing that Emerson you need to do."


    The week to follow was memorable: the boy now felt more like a man (he could
get hard at will, cum, make a baby etc) and his gait became less tentative and
with something of a swagger. He was happier than he had been in a long time. And
he exercised his cock at every opportunity: in bed, in the bathroom, in the
woods, behind the barn (Wilson caught him there and smiled broadly) at least
daily and often twice a day. As predicted, his cum became progressively more
liquid with increasing volume. Now he was proud to note he could even squirt a
little! The weather having been good, he caught up on his yardwork and saddled
up Rex. Rex was a magnificent bay with a smooth gait,but a bit long in the tooth
for calvary duty. He packed his flyrod and vest and headed up the lane to
Benjamin's manorhouse (Farnsleigh) some five miles east. Ben was his closest
friend, a year older and equally bored with the absence of other kids  during
the summer. Ken and Ben were encouraged to fish: meat was scarce since the Great
War began. By the stream about 150 yards behind Farnsleigh Manor, the fishing
was slow and Ken began to woolgather. His penis created a quite visible tent in
his trousers which, when noted by Ben, caused a large bulge to appear in his
pants as well.

    'Ben, not to get too personal or anything, but have you figured out how to
give yourself an orgasm yet?

    "Oh yeah. My cousin showed me how when I was twelve. Couldn't squirt until
about a year later, but it was still fun. How about you?"

    "Just figured it our a week ago. Uh, it looks like we could both use some
relief.". said Ken. "I think it would be fun if we sat down and did it."


    So the boys sat side by side with their pants around their ankles and began
to stroke themselves, eyes glued on each other's cocks. Ken was pleased to note
tha his penis was longer than  Ben's even tho Ben was a year older. Shortly
thereafter, Ben reached over, picked up Ken's hand and placed it on his own
member. Then he wrapped his hand around Ken's now leaking cock and began to
stroke him. Ken thought wanking was fun by himself, but this was a whole new
level of pleasure! Ken's legs began to twitch and he began to moan, "Ah, I'm
gonna cum. I'm gonna cuuuum! Ken felt  Ben's cock grow even bigger, then it
throbbed and gobs of boycum oozed out of Ben's glans and ran down over Ken's
hand. That was enough to trigger Ken, and the tightness in his groin got almost
unberable. Then he felt the hot cum racing down his dick and he sprirted a good
two feet of  jizz in the air. The  next four spasms released progressively
smaller spurts, but it was the biggest load he had ever cum and the sensation of
release was so gigantic he was afraid he would pass out.

TO BE CONTINUED