Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 09:54:34 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Body Servant, Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay History

+++Gee, I don't know why you under 18 year old guys are still hanging
around here when I distinctly told you to scram, but in a nice way.  Please
begone!  The rest of you, who share my odd way of looking at the world are
welcome as the flowers in May.



1890 was an important year for me.  It was the year of my 18th birthday.
Times for me were exciting as I made ready to leave for Harvard at the end
of the summer.  But the external world, now with the turn of the century in
sight, also brought many new ways of living.  I read about Dr.Bell's
telephone experiments, electricity was already wired into our mansion in
Westchester where we lived.  The most thrilling were the horseless
carriages that were occasionally seen, especially in New York City.

I knew that I was present at the epicenter of the past and the future.
This echoed in my own breast as my body had changed from a stripling to the
young man I am now.  I gloried in the changes, the faint hair on my chest,
the need of stropping a razor each morning for shaving, but most of all, my
growing sexuality that often was so compelling that it would overtake my
soul.

Father, (you know him as Phelps Cole, the billionaire) called me into his
upstairs study.  This was an inner sanctum to which I had not previously
been admitted.  It was always heavy bolted when not in use.

Being rich, being a billionaire today, was hardly dreamed up before.  Such
wealth assured he and his family of security against ordinary wants,
perhaps forever.  As an only child, my future was assured.

He was a good father, though distant.  I believe he was still mourning the
death of my mother, even though that was tem years ago..  More than enough
I thought. Today, standing in front of his large carved desk, I saw in his
face that he had made a decision concerning me.

"David, my boy, I have decided to hire a new servant.  He will be your body
servant, or as the English call that position, valet.  My own valet, Henry
was hired for my 18th birthday, and now, following the family practice, I
have hired one for you.  Henry has been an everlasting companion and source
of...shall I say....comfort.  I believe this new servant will be for you as
well."

"I most certainly appreciate your concern and this fine gift of a servant
for me, but I would hardly know how to deal with him, how to keep him busy,
and how to maintain my own privacy."

"You will find a great deal to occupy him.  He will accompany you to
college.  His assistance will be welcome in your busy schedule.  And as far
as privacy, you will learn that your man will know more about you than you
wife."

I let out a reluctant sigh.  "So you have already hired this fellow.  I
wish I might how interviewed him beforehand.  I hope your choice would have
been my choice."

He clapped his hands.  "Well let's see.  First off he is about your age.
He is an orphan.  His name is Billy Wright.  He is very intelligent and has
taught him self two languages.  His list of books read is very impressive.
Finally he is a merry sort and will balance your somewhat grave nature.
Oh, and he is a rather good looking lad, as you will see."

Father pressed a button on his desk, it was an electrical contraption that
caused a buzzer in the kitchen to activate.  Then he took the voice trumpet
from the wall and spoke to the person at the other end.  "Send Mr. Wright
up to the upper study."

As I waited for the servant to traverse the stairs and halls to arrive, I
was ignorant of the what the future would bring, and how owning a servant
would change my life.  My thoughts were interrupted by a double, polite tap
on the door.

"Come in Wright," father called, using the last name, as was customary with
servants.

A lad walked through the opening produced.  He looked to be about my age.
He was a bit shorter than I was, but his shoulders were broad and his chest
full.  He wore a cotton shirt with a side neck-closing, sort of a Russian
blouse.  But I failed to tell you than the boy as quite beautiful in skin
texture and feature.  He smiled slightly, his full pink lips sliding back
to reveal perfect white teeth.  He spoke now with head bent respectfully.
In that position, I could see the whirl in the center of his head and the
curly light brown hair that grew from that area. His voice was throaty and
pleasant.  "I will serve young sir to the best of my ability.  There is no
request I would not satisfy, my life is pledge to him forever."

It was such a pretty speech that tears sprang to my eyes.  I mastered
myself and spoke to him in a manner that a master would.  I felt I should
start out on the right foot.  "Wright, I approve of you for this position.
You may stow your bag in the small bedroom near the kitchen and now follow
my to my suite of rooms."

There is an alcove outside my bedchamber.  As we passed through, he said,
"If I may be so bold, sir, might I sleep outside your bedroom in that small
cot?"

I looked at him in surprise.  It was truly a bold request.  I returned to
him, my face expressing anger.  "Why should you ask to sleep in the family
quarter floor rather than in the servant's quarters?"

He drew himself up proudly, "So I might be close to protect my master and
to be able to attend to his every requests.  Now sir, shall I bring a tray
of tea and some scones?"

I was taken off balance for the moment.  "Wright, that is a good idea.  I
need something to hold my hunger pangs until dinner in three hours."

He seemed delighted to have a duty to perform.  He jumped to his feet and
hurried out.  About ten minutes or so, there came his two beat tap on the
door and he walked carefully, tray in hand.

He drew up a small table in front of the love seat near the fireplace.  Of
course it was cold in the summer.  He rather elegantly spread a lace doily
and placed the cup and plate before me.  "Shall I pour?  I must learn your
preferences.  Strong I guess with country cream and two lumps?"

I nodded.  With pastry prongs in his hand he pointed to a pastry.  It was a
cheese-encrusted biscuit.  I shook a negative.  His face lit up as he
cheekily selected a scone covered with dark chocolate.  "I think this shall
be to your taste, sir."

I hated to comply with his decision, but I ate it hungrily.  With my mouth
full of chocolate sweet, I drank some tea and spoke to my servant.  "I am
quite democratic.  Whilst we are alone, we can be less formal.  Would you
care for a sweet and I have finished with my cup, you may use it.  Next
time bring two cups."

He smiled with delight and poured the tea and delicately ate the scone,
holding it in a napkin.  I was quite impressed with his manners that were
patently superior to mine.

He helped me dress.  Evening clothes were required for dinner.  I undressed
with his help and felt quite comfortable being almost naked in front of
him.  He refreshed my body with a warm soapy cloth.  "We can save the bath
for later, Sir, if that meets with your approval?"

I nodded.  After I donned my jacket, we headed downstairs.  Dinner was to
be in about a half hour, but I usually socialized with Father as he had his
cocktail.  As we entered to living room, Father instructed Wright to wait
in the dinner room.  "Henry, my manservant will instruct you to help with
the dinner serving."

"David, you may have your first cocktail, now you are of age.  How about a
Manhattan.  They make a good aperitif."

I sipped my drink.  It was boozier than I expected.  After finishing it, I
had a pleasantly distant feeling of being wrapped in a soft blanket.  I was
very relaxed at dinner, I felt spoiled as Wright watched me and attended to
my every need, including filling my wine glass many times.

Before coffee and desert were served I asked Father if I might be excused
as I was feeling tired.  He smiled indulgently.  "I think my son is
experiencing his first experience of being drunk.  Every young man must, it
is a right of passage.  Wright, will you help David to his room.  This gift
I have for him will wait until morning."

Wright put his arm around my waist and helped me to walk with dignity, but
in climbing the stairs I felt weak and lay my head on his strong shoulder.
I distinctly heard him murmur in pleasure.

In the bedroom, he sat me on the bed and removed my shoes and socks.  "You
have fine feet.  The feel of a gentlemen," he said.  I was pleased at the
compliment.

Next he removed my stiff front shirt that buttoned in the back.  He opened
the cuff links and pulled it off, my pants slide down, now he unbuttoned my
union suit, drew it off my shoulders and pulled the whole affair down my
legs and off my body.  I was naked now, as I lay on my back, awaiting
Wright's continuation of my preparation for sleep.  It seemed to me that
time kept passing, marked by the loud clicking of the grandfather's clock
in the corner.  I heard a sound of audible breathing.  I opened my eyes.
Wrights luminous gray eyes were open wide and glistening in the gaslight.
I looked questioningly at him.

"Oh sir, I am blinded by your manly beauty.  I apologize."

Quickly he took a fresh nightshirt from the cupboard and in a moment I was
decorously enshrouded.  "Good night Wright, may you sleep well."

"And you too sir, may the angels guard you."

As I fell comfortably in sleep, I thought how charming that speech was.  It
warmed me.  In fact, I began to lift slightly from my deep sleep as a
familiar stiffness overtook by penis.  I lifted my gown and placed my hand
sound the ill-mannered organ.  I closed my eyes in pleasant feelings, my
mouth opening to help my intensified breathing.  Suddenly I became aware of
a smell, or perhaps more accurately, a fragrance.  I now recognized it as
the smell that Wright emitted.  It was lusty, yet spicy.

I opened my eyes.  He stood next to my bed naked.  I gasped at his beauty
that rivaled the Greek statues in my ancient history books.  But he had no
leaf to obscure his rampant organ.  It stood away from his body, trembling
slightly.  "Sir, I brought a small hand towel.  You might need it."

I felt myself blushing hotly from embarrassment, but then I realized that I
was supreme in this situation and I had no need for shame.  "Thanks, I
think I will need it soon."

"May I assist you sir in the object of your actions?"

I already was becoming enamored of the handsome servant and it with no
difficulty that I assented.  "Yes, I am in a state.  Do wank me, but
gently, please."

He signed with pleasure and took his smooth hand and wrapped it around my
leaking prick.  I moaned slightly.  "Oh sir, do not restrain yourself on my
regard.  Do howl as much as you wish.  I shall consider that a compliment."

He then proceeded to tantalize me with fast, then slow strokes.  I think he
obtained pleasure in seeing my writhing in passion.  I noted that he began
to pay some attention to my nipples, something I had never experienced on
my own.  It was a very powerful addition to the prick handling.  I was
almost crooning in delight.  "Oh Billy, I am close to making my gift of my
essence.  Please hold the towel closer."

"Oh you called me Billy in your passion.  Thank you sir.  Now David let
yourself fall deep into the orgasm that awaits you."

He stroked me rapidly, but somehow the strangeness of the situation and use
of first names was off-putting and I remained on that plain of excitement
without tumbling in my orgasm.  He watched me like a doctor, then shook his
head knowingly.  "I know just what you need."  He leaned his head down and
licked my pulsing organ.  My song grew louder.

"Yes, yes body servant, do it."

He engulfed my prick completely and began suckling me like a baby lamb.  I
was transported, in orbit of passion.  I hugged his curly head and fucked
his mouth greedily.  Then in a shattering instant I began to thrust wildly
and shoot great quantities of sperm into his young, willing mouth.  He
drank it all and even licked his lips.  I realized that upper class spooge
must be delicious to him.

He wiped me clean and pulled my night dress down and rearranged my covers
as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I must have slept late, the light from the windows was very bright.  Wright
heard me stirring and came into the room.  "Sir, do you wish a coffee, or
(noting my morning erection) some relief for your proud cock?"

I said nothing, but lifted the nightshirt exhibiting my seven inches of
warm cock.  He hesitated not a moment and began a vigorous morning suck.
In no more than a minute I arched my back, cried out (to my embarrassment)
"Oh you lovely boy, you have brought me such joy.  Here I go.  My sperm is
for you."

He hot mouth and tongue urged my orgasm to great height and when I
finished, I almost fainted.  He patted my head.  "Just a five minute rest
sir, then we must bathe and present ourselves for breakfast."

I heard him drawing my bath.  I arose and took off my nightshirt, now I was
bold in front of my servant after our intimacies.  He smiled and helped me
into the tub.  The temperature was perfect.  He soaped me all over, with
special attention to me still sensitive prick and balls.  I began to erect
slightly.  He smiled.  "No time sir, but tonight we will make up for it."
And smiled with comic evil face.

At breakfast, when Wright was in the kitchen and out of hearing, Father
asked me if I was satisfied with Wright.  "Oh yes sir, he is a perfect."

Father laughed.  I see by your relaxed happy aspect this morning, that he
has been a help to you."  He clapped his hands.  "Now while the servants
are occupied elsewhere I can reveal you gift.  I have booked, and prepaid,
an overnight at the famous pleasure palace of Mrs. Phelps in Chelsea in New
York City. Her girls will delight you.  Just let me know when you wish to
attend."

He sat back smiling, but his smile faded somewhat as I did not seem
enthusiastic.  "What's wrong son?  Do not think because you have some
dalliance with a lowly servant that you can eschew the delights of women."

"Of course you are right, Father.  Just give me a few weeks."

Those few weeks were filled with the most earthly delights as Billy became
more and more familiar with me body and my passion.  He was a skilled
lover, almost demonic in his ability to bring me to high and higher passion
as the days worn on.  One day I asked him if he found it difficult to bring
me to orgasm whilst he must remain unsatisfied.  "Oh no sir."  He cast his
eyes down.  "I glory in making you happy, but if I reach a point of great
frustration, there is always Henry I can fuck."

Strangely I felt a bit of jealousy, but of course, in my position I could
not offer myself to him, certainly not to be fucked.

End Part One.