Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 13:44:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Butler Did It 2

    When Wilson saw the two boys getting ready to fish the bass pond, his
gaydar beeped loudly. They had caught only two trout on Benjamin's stream
two days before and told Wilson they were going to try to bring more to
Wilson's pantry.  The pond was about a quarter of a mile away in the woods
and Wilson gave the boys time to get settled before he followed and
concealed himself in the bushes.  He was not surprised to see the boys
naked and immediately his cock strained against his trousers. He dropped
his drawers and let his cock spring free.

The boys, after a brief conversation, stripped naked. They began sitting
side by side but soon switched to a 69 position. Ken loved it. He was
stroking Ben's rock hard cock only inches from his face, revelling in the
bulging veins
 on his shaft and the tense glistening glans dripping precum.. Ben was
fondling his balls and teasing him, which was all right! Then Ken felt an
entirely new and wonderful sensation. He looked down and Ben had his dick
in his mouth! Wow! So he followed suit to taste precum for the first
time. He eagerly licked and sucked Ben's straining penis and moments later
his mouth filled with warm cum. He didn't know what to do with it, so he
swallowed the whole mouthful.  Not as tasty as precum, he thought. Then he
came. Hard. It kept going and going until his prostate was finally
drained. God, it was the best orgasm yet!

    Wilson climaxed right along with they boys and was careful to catch the
flying cum in his handkerchief. He quickly pulled up his trousers, tucked
in his shirt and retreated to the manorhouse.

     When Wilson served dinner that evening, Ken had a request: "Wilson, I
would like morning tea brought up to my room. I believe I need more sexual
education."

     "Master Kenneth, I brought you the 'Young Man's Guide' from the
library, and that should be sufficient."

     "Hogwash! It was hogwash. Line drawings, and minimal
education. Mostly, Thou Shalt Not, and all sorts of warnings about serious
injury from self abuse, like going blind. Now really, if that were true,
all the men on the planet would be quite blind!  I'm sure there is much
more to be learned. You are quite aware of the fact that I have enjoyed
male to male sex and I am eager to learn more."

     "On the contrary, I have no idea concerning your sexual interests.",
said Wilson.

     "I believe you do.", said Ken, and he handed Wilson a damp
handkerchief still reeking of semen. I found this in the bushes by the Bass
Pond."

     "I have no idea where this originated.", said Wilson.

     "If you will examine the corner, you will see a W embroidered. Do we
know anyone else hereabouts with the last name beginning in W? Tea at
seven, Wilson, and come prepared with a lesson."

     Ken was idly leafing through the pages of the Victorian sex manual for
teenagers when Wilson knocked and entered with the tea tray and a satchel
over his arm.  Ken poured his tea and asked Wilson what the lesson for
today was to be about.  Wilson noted with some pleasure the tent in Master
Kenneth's pyjamas promising an interesting morning.

     "It would appear that you have learned something of manual and oral
sex and there are many lovely nuances yet to be learned, but clearly you
are on a path of discovery which will probably be self fulfilling. I need
not add a great deal to your education in those areas. However, there is
the other venue. I speak of rectal sex."

     "Ah ha, Wilson, I knew you had more to offer. I don't think of rectums
as being particularly tasty items, so clearly I have avenues to explore."

     Wilson reached into his satchel and withdrew an enema bag and its
accoutrements.

"Master Kenneth, have you moved your bowels today?"

     "Not yet.", said Ken "but if you're thinking about an enema, school's
out!"

     "Patience, my lad. You have had experience with 'cleansing,
threapeutic enemata' from our local GP which, if you will excuse the
vulgarity, are a pain in the ass to be sure. What should be done is to use
perhaps one third of the water he prescribes merely to empty the
rectum. Had you had a movement today that would net even be necessary. To
the loo, laddie!"

     Wilson took a bit of lard from the can in his satchel to lubricate the
tip of the enema nozzle and gently inserted it into Ken's rectum. He held
it in place while slowly infusing the warm water, noting the boy's erection
remained solid throughout the proceedure.  Back in the bedroom after Ken
had evacuated the water and a bit of poop, Wilson explained the essence of
rectal sex. "Well then," said Kenny, "put it in me, I'm primed and ready!"

     "I think not, Master Kenneth, I'm sure your anus is far too small to
enjoy my entry.  Wilson dipped a finger in the lard tin and gently,ever so
gently inserted it into the boy's rectum. "How does that feel?"

    "Quite nice, actually.", said Ken.  Wilson then lubed his thumb and
again penetrated the boy's pooper. "Oof, not so good! Too tight, take it
out!"  Wilson reached into his satchel and withdrew two ivory
objects. "What are those things?", said Ken.

    "Rectal trainers.", said Wilson. "Butt plugs, in the vernacular. Used
for many a
 campaign over many a decade, They are used to relax the anal
sphincter. Start with the small one, with lubrication, put it in as far as
is comfortable and in time it will enter to the groove. The sphincter will
pop into the groove and be less uncomfortable. When you can wear it in
place for fifteen minutes, switch to the larger size. When that is
tolerable for fifteen minutes, you will be ready to receive a penis."

     "And are you so trained?", asked the boy.

     "Indeed.", said Wilson.

     "So I could, er, enter you from behind?  I'd like to try it.

    Wilson had been eyeing the oversized head of the boy's penis, now
dripping precum, with hopes of sampling that lovely organ. "Well, I suppose
it is just part of my duty to continue your education....", and he rapidly
removed his trousers to reveal a rockhard cock. Again he reached into his
dittybag and removed a condom.

    "I know what that is, and I think your becoming pregnant after our
lovemaking is a slight chance at best"!, said the boy.

    "To be sure", replied the butler, "but some rather unhealthy bacteria
inhabit anyone's nether regions and best not to expose your delicate
plumbing to any more risk than necessary. And there is the matter of
sexually transmitted diseases, which we will discuss at a later date. So,
better safe than sorry." He then applied a coat of lard to the condom which
he had rolled onto the boy's cock. Wilson thought surely it had grown an
inch in length since he had last been close a week ago. Impossible, he
knew, but it was now a very respectable penis and he wondered how big it
would be when the lad was fully grown....  Wildon lay on his back, pulled
his legs up and invited the boy in. "Gently and slowly, lad, trained or
not, a gentleman always proceeds with caution."

    Ken looked down at the pink pucker awaiting his hard penis, now
positively itching in expectation. He placed the swollen cockhead against
Wilson's arse and slowly pushed. He felt a little "pop" when the corona of
his glans passed Wilson't sphincter.

    "Ah, ah!", said Wilson, "that's lovely, please do it again. Oh, yessss,
yes!  Now all the way in. Wilson felt his rectum fill with boycock and it
was as lovely as the entry.  It was not long before he felt the boy tense
up, and then felt his penis throb, and throb with decreasing intensity for
a half dozen more orgasmic spasms.  "Your butler thanks you for your
service, as a nice turnaround. It felt just sweet and lovley."

    "Moreso for me, probably. I'm joyfully relieved and drained, but look
at you!  All hard and drippy! May I suck it and relieve the pressure?"

    Without a word Wilson rose from Kenny's softening member and placed his
aching dick in the boy's waiting mouth. It had been weeks since he had
enjoyed a tongue lashing and the lad did have a Godgiven talent!  Kenny had
to open wide to accept Wilson's dick. It was quite a bit larger than his
fishing buddy and tasted sweeter. He could get the whole package in his
throat, but licking around the weeping glans was more interesting and it
made Wilson writhe and moan. He reached around to the man's arse and found
the condom hanging therefrom. He pulled it out and replaced it with his
finger. Moving his finger in and out he felt a firmer area in the rectum
and every time he touched it, Wilson moaned. The boy did not know what a
prostate was, but he was massaging it with obviously pleasurable results!
Occasionally he would take the man's whole penis in until it banged against
the back of his throat, and Wilson liked that too.  He spent most of his
time licking around the glans, pausing to rub the underside with his tongue
and then tickling the pisshole. Then the prostate enlarged considerably,
became much firmer, the anus squeezed his finger and the first squirt of
cum tickled the back of his throat. His mouth quickly became full or warm
cum and he valiantly attempted to swallow it all, but the volume was too
much too fast and a goodly portion dribbled out and ran down his chin.

    "My god, Kenneth, how did you learn all those wonderful things to
please a man!

    "I guess it just cums naturally." the boy said, "No pun intended...."

			      TO BE CONTINUED