Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 02:50:13 EDT
From: earthdraco@hotmail.com
Subject: The Glorious Court of Versailles part 1

"Will you hurry up, you fool!" screamed Claude de Beaux, Marquis of Bienvenue
to his incompetent servant, Augustin.  He was expected at court thirty
minutes ago and he was quite certain that his tardiness was going to be held
against him by His Majesty King Louis de Bourbon XVI. Time was of the essence
and this peasant he had graciously allowed into his household was going to
get him kicked out of Royal Court for certain.  Finally, Augustin finished
tying the ribbons on his dark blue slippers, and began making sure the satin
ribbon holding back Claude's luxurious dark brown hair that was in place.
Claude dismissed Augustin and practically ran towards the door to get to the
carriage waiting outside to take him to the palace.  he forgot courtesy and
jumped in screaming for the driver to quickly drive on.  As he left the front
gates of his chateaux, he looked back at the large mansion as it sat
dominantly in the center of his spacious seven hundred acres of woodlands and
meadows.  His grandfather had bought the property during the time of the
present monarch's great grandfather turned a small hunting lodge into a
magnificent palace as well turning the small village into the seat of
government and a rambling city.
       He looked out the window to his right and noticed the gates to the
palace come into view.  His carriage lurched forward until it approached the
palace, close enough fitting to his rank of nobility.  He ran up the broad
marble stairs towards the giant doors of the Queen's staircase, then up to
the Queen's apartments where the King was visiting his new Austrian wife,
Marie Antoinette.  He had to be present, along with other courtiers of his
social standing, before his majesty took his bride of three years into her
bedchamber to try and, probably fail again, in consummating the Royal
marriage.
       The doors were shut to her antechamber, but being undaunted, he flung
them open to reveal over one hundred fifty of the highest nobility looking
back at him in slight disgruntled expressions.
"How dare this new comer make such noise in the presence of the queen
herself!" was what Claude heard from a lady standing next to the doorway, her
dress blossoming out from her tiny waist as she stared in disbelief at him
before she turned once more to the gentleman standing next to her listening
to her gossip and apparently enjoying it.
       He looked towards the north side of the room where Marie Antoinette
stood, obviously amused at the court's attention being taken away from her
and towards the Marquis standing in the open doorway.
       Claude walked, quietly this time, to the queen where he would bow low
towards her and then began to talk to her as if they were friends from
childhood.  It baffled everyone how she warmed to him so quickly while
everyone waited for the king to arrive.  He told Marie of the latest gossip
and how he had heard of the Baron de Vermonte from Paris was holding a masked
ball in Paris.  She enjoyed listening to him, as he seemed to take away her
jitters of what the night would bring.
       The doors opening from the western side of the large gilded room.  The
low rumble of conversations came to a quick halt as the king walked through.
His path was cleared to the queen and Claude stepped back in the crowd,
making his lowest bow like everyone else.  The king, with a quickening pace,
went towards the queen, seeming to mutter,
"Lets get this over with"
       Claude watched as he took Marie's hand and went to her bedroom,
shutting the court out with the bolt of a gilded latch on the other side.  It
was a sign that the court was free to dismember until the next morning.
       Claude began to walk to the door he had entered when he felt someone's
eyes on his back.  He turned.  Then noticed a set of deep ocean blue eyes
staring into his own black eyes.  He stepped back for room, embarrassed of
the close contact with this person.  He realized what was before him. It was
a tall beautiful man.  Obviously a new comer like himself, for he hadn't met
him before.  The gentleman wore an emerald green coat, pulled tight around
his small waist, as well making his broad shoulders more prominent.  He was
extremely more muscular than Claude and as well carried an air of not caring
for proper etiquette, for a presentable nobleman would not have stood so
close to another, no matter how high his rank.
"How are doing, dear Monsieur de Beaux?"
       His voice was so erotic, so deep, and so arousing, as Claude felt his
breeches becoming extremely tight.  His cock was growing hard, while Claude
caught himself from looking over this creature of masculine beauty before
him.
"I am sorry, I do not recognize you? May I ask your name?"

"I deeply apologize, I am Louis de Normandy. I noticed your bold manner and I
just had to speak to you.  I have recently arrived at Versailles yesterday.
I hope you don't mind my way of addressing you, for I am of lower rank."

"It is alright, Monsieur de Normandy.  I forgive you.  Would you care to walk
out in the gardens while we talk? It is so stifling in here."
       Louis accepted and continued to talk as he and Claude made their way
outside to walk amongst the fountains glistening in the sun.
       Claude began to like Monsieur de Normandy the more they talked.  While
Louis would look away at the fountains Claude had seen his whole life; he
would look over Louis, and still keeping his large cock painfully confined in
his ever increasingly uncomfortable breeches.
       After the sun began to set, Louis was still in full conversation.
Claude attempted to flirt every chance he got and was straining to see if
Louis would return the attention.  Then Claude had a wonderful idea.

" Louis, would you like to come to my chateaux this evening for a glass of
wine?  We could swim in the marble fountain as well if you like?"

       He beamed as Louis graciously accepted. He would arrive at eight,
giving Claude plenty of time, for it was only six thirty and he would need
much time to prepare.
       They parted and Claude raced home to have the preparations arranged.
All the servants would be dismissed after serving dinner, leaving him and his
new friend alone.
       Claude was excited, realizing that he had only gone so far as to kiss
another boy he had known in Paris when he was younger, and Louis was the
first to ever give Claude such an arousal.  There was still time after his
orders were carried out, to have his appearance freshened up.  Before he
realized it, it was eight.
    Claude decided to wait in the red salon, closest to the front door.
After waiting for what seemed eternity, but only being five minutes, a
scratching at the salon door came.

"Yes?"

"Monsieur Louis de Normandy is here to see you, Monsieur."

"Bring him to the salon and have Augustin bring in the wine from the cellars
that I have chosen for this evening."

"Yes, monsieur."

Claude heard the door open.  He tried not to look too eager as he looked up
from the fireplace he had been staring at towards the beauty he had seen at
the palace earlier that day.  After his servant left Louis standing in the
salon looking towards Claude, he realized his rudeness in staring.  He
quickly jumped from his chair and extended his hand for his guest.
After the exchange of their greetings, they sat down and talked of recent
events in Versailles, such as the absence of an heir to the French Throne.
Then they began telling of their past histories.  Claude clung to every word
that came from Louis's deliciously full lips, only now and then noticing his
hardness inside his breeches.
The wine was brought moments later and they began new conversations.  It was
four hours after Louis's arrival when Claude finally suggested going to swim
in the fountain.  He had done it several times since his return from Paris
the last winter and it was so invigorating.  The fountain had been built for
beauty as well as the occasional dip; coal burners in the cellar in fact
heated it.  It was a revolutionary idea of the time, which the family and
guests of the Bienvenue Chateaux enjoyed.
Claude suggested to Louis about giving him the guest-room across from his own
to change in, which Louis declined, explaining that he did not wish to be an
inconvenience.  He expressed a peculiar wish to just dress Claude's room.
Claude was ecstatic as he led Louis up the grand set of stairs and down the
marble corridor to his bedroom.   Louis began undressing with the use of a
servant, which Claude admired, he attempted the same after sending Augustin
to the servants quarters on the third floor above.
Claude kept his back towards Louis, not wanting to embarrass them both, but
turned around to soon.  Louis was still not through undressing while Claude
was already in his old pair of red velvet breeches and a loose white shirt.
He looked at Louis pulling down his emerald green stockings, then standing up
to reveal a tight, muscular body with a hairless chest and brown large
nipples that were aroused.  Claude looked down to see Louis's uncut cock that
was thicker than his own as well as being longer.  He could only imagine how
large it was hard, not to mention how it would feel going inside of him.

"Don't tell me, Marquis, that you are unnerved about seeing another naked
man?"

Claude snapped to attention and noticed the smirk Louis gave him.

"No.... No, I just am not used to it.  Come; let's hurry up.  I think the water
is warm enough."

Louis's smirk disappeared, look at Claude and said,

"Then, I hope you don't mind my swimming with nothing on.  I must admit that
have always swam with nothing on."

Not wanting to spoil the moment by offering him something to wear from his
own vast collection of apparel got an idea.

"Well, monsieur, I guess to save both of us embarrassment, I will go nude as
well."

Louis began pulling off his own clothes, exposing his own tight, but less
muscular body.  His cock was fortunately only semi erect, but his nipples
were still hard.  He laughed to play the moment off, and then reached for two
silk robes, one of rich red and the other of his favorite dark blue.  He
threw the red one to Louis and then after they both put them on, They then
left the room, with Claude leading the way towards the direction of the
stairs...

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