Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 22:43:38 +0100 From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com> Subject: Busman's holiday 5 Busman's Holiday 5 This is a work of gay fiction. The people and places reflect the writer's own imagination and are not meant to be real. If you are underage please leave now. If reading such literature is illegal where you live then leave now and maybe find a better place to live. The m2m sex depicted is not meant to encourage anyone to follow these same practices. It's better to be safe in this age. If you enjoy this story and others on this site please contribute to nifty to keep this worthwhile site available. Comments welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com Ok unzip and enjoy! Busman's Holiday 5 My local train arrived at the small town. The station was not large. I walked into the waiting room and immediately saw a young man holding a sign with my name. Walking up to him I noticed that his blond hair was cut short. His shirt clung to a well muscled body and his shorts displayed his lower body well. I identified myself and he shook my hand with a firm handshake. We walked out of the station to the parking lot where his small car was. It was near the center of the pretty little town square. On the ride to the resort my driver told me all about the area and the resort. It was located in a secluded estate that had been the home of a local noble family before the war. A group of gay investors had bought the manor house and farm some years ago. It was originally to be a retreat for a few of their friends but it's popularity grew until the owners decided to open it as a gay bed and breakfast. A number of changes had been made to the property to accomodate the tastes of a variety of their guests. Karl, my driver, offered to give me a tour after I settled in. He and his lover managed the place now. Karl assured me that anything I needed would be made available to me. We pulled onto a small, dirt road for about 5 minutes before coming to a formitable looking gate. Karl pressed in a code and the gate swung open. The driveway was bordered by hedges and opened into a large forecourt in front of an imposing building. A young man came running out to get my bags and Karl gave him my name and pre-assigned room. Karl's lover, Max, waited for us just inside of the front door. When we entered he grabbed Karl and gave him a deep kiss. Turning to me he pulled me into a hug to welcome me. They took me up a stone staircase to the next floor and my room. It was decorated in a style befitting the manor house with a large bed, a fireplace, and an armoire for my things. Max pointed to a folder on the table. It contained a list of activities as well as a map of the house and estate. They left me after telling me again that the estate was clothing optional and that the staff was there to see to my every need. After they left I unpacked and decided that a shower was a good idea. The facilities were just down the hall from my room. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out. The shower room and toilet were in separate rooms. The shower room had a large walk in shower with multiple shower heads at various heights. It could easily hold five men. It provided a very relaxing shower. As I stepped out of the shower I saw the young boy who'd brought my bags up waiting for me. He held a number of folded towels for my use. This boy was stunning. His sandy blond hair fell just over his pale grey eyes. His slim body was now wrapped in a single cloth which exposed a beautiful, almost hairless chest. His very short cloth wrap just barely concealed his vital parts. It left little to the imagination. He spoke only a few words of English but those words were enough to give me an instant hard cock. He looked at me coyly as he said "I am to be your personal servant while you are here. My name is Hans." He then proceeded to dry my body before escorting me back to my room. I was now naked and with this stunning god of a boy. In the room I lay on the bed as Hans removed his one garment to display all of his boyish charms. Laying on the bed my hard cock pointing at the ceiling, proved to be all of the invitation that Hans needed. He crawled on the bed until he lay between my wide open legs. Gently he took my cock between his ruby red lips to give it a tongue massage that brought me to the edge of orgasm. Sensing my nearness to explosion, Hans positioned his pert little ass over my straining erection and slowly lowered himself down until I was firmly imbedded in his warm tunnel. It took him only a few minutes of riding my cock before I exploded filling him with my American juices. Sensing that I was finished, Hans lifted himself from my cock and lovingly cleaned it with a nearby towel before he left the room. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the soft pleasures of that boy's body. ______________________________________________________________________________ Ok, guys that's just the start of the adventures that awaits Bill. Let me know if I should continue.