Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 11:50:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The King's Favorite

The King's Favorite

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.


George was a beautiful boy and an even more beautiful man. It's odd to call
a man beautiful, but that is the only word that described him. He was every
inch a man, aggressive, randy, rowdy as well as daring, dashing and
brave. He was a joy to be with.

I am Ralph, his man servant. I was a few years older than him and we hunted
together.  His father was an important man in the county, a busy man, so I
taught George many of the things a father might.  My family was poor and
when George was older, I became his servant.

George had many companions and was the center of attention wherever he
went. He was the perfect gentleman, admired by all. He was a jokester, a
scholar, a poet, a writer of sonnets. He was curious about all and willing
to try any mad scheme that might produce enjoyment, pleasure or
stimulation.  George knew how to have fun and he knew the meaning of
pleasure.

While I am older, it was he who taught me the meaning of pleasure, physical
pleasure. He was a great cocksman. Handsome as he was, he also was well
endowed in his private parts. While my knowledge of such things was
limited, it was hard to believe many men could surpass him.

While his features were elegant and refined, George's privates were
anything but dainty. They looked as if they belonged to a great bull or
fierce stallion. His balls were huge and lung low. While many worthies
affected padded cod pieces, George had no need for padding.

Some would say he was a libertine, but I knew him well. He was a man who
knew pleasure and knew how to give pleasure.  He never forced himself on
anyone.  Men and women came to him.  He never promised more than he could
provide. Most were grateful to be with him. He told me once he needed to
drain his balls daily or else they might burst. If someone wanted to take
his seed, George was more than willing to share the wealth.

While his friends and companions were often the recipients of his gifts, I
too shared the wealth. While there was a great gulf between our stations,
George was a true friend, even after he became the Duke of Buckingham.

He was an explorer of all things' sensual. George was an ambitious man who
wanted to become the ornament of the age.  He used his beauty, his energy,
his intellect and his private parts to get what he wanted.  Bigger than
life, there was more than enough to go around.

One of George's close companions was William DeVere, a gentleman of high
station.  Will and I were among the rare men who could take George's horse
cock in the bum. In truth, many took it. We enjoyed it. That was important
to George. He felt more pleasure if his bed mate felt pleasure. He told me
a good long fuck was his greatest joy. He could screw me, or Will, and
sometimes both of us, for an afternoon, We never got tired of it. George
could stay hard for hours too, so it was perfect for all of us.

Will was a great friend of the King's favorite, Robert Carr. Carr was a
young, handsome boy who enjoyed the King's favor and had risen to become
the Earl of Somerset. Will was both a friend and bed mate of Carr. Carr had
begun to lose the King's favor when his rapid rise led him to put on
airs. The King was not pleased.

The court is filled with secrets and intriguers. It was clear to me while
there were many secrets, few secrets were kept. A member of the court
talked to Will about becoming Carr's replacement.  They knew Will shared
Carr's tastes, and he was handsome enough to please the king.

Will was not ambitious and was too simple in many ways to survive in the
court. He was happy living on his estates and hunting.  If you were looking
for a man with ambitions, physical beauty and a taste for pleasuring men,
George was obviously well suited.

One afternoon we were at a small hunting lodge in the park of DeVere's
manor, Stangate. I was on my back as George thrust his cock into my
bum. Will talked with George and played with my tits. From time to time he
would stoke his member and feed me his ball juice.

"Is Ralph's bum as tight as mine?" Will asked. "It looks as if he likes
your cock as just as much as I do."

"It would be hard to make a choice, dear Will," George replied. "His bum is
more muscular, but I love the way you moan."

"He's hairy like a bear," Will continued. "I thought you liked boys?"
George gave me three hard thrusts, almost pulling his entire organ from my
hole then ramming it in deep each time.

"I like cocks.  If you like cocks, you'd better like men," he
replied. "Ralph's with me in the morning when I wake and at night when I go
to bed.  A bear's a good thing to have in bed when it's cold."

Will laughed. "You have a point there. Robin's of no use at all."  Robin
was Will's servant, a boy of 13.  Will continued. "If you like older men,
there is a great prize becoming available."

"A prize?" George asked.  I felt his cock twitch as he said the word
prize. Wealth and advancement were aphrodisiacs for him. For a moment I was
afraid he would shoot off and the afternoon's play would be over.  I didn't
need to worry.  George rarely lost his control, even of his cock.  He was
still for a few moments, then slowly resumed thrusting.

"The greatest prize of all, the king's affection," Will said. "The king
needs a friend, and may soon lose his favorite."

"The Earl of Somerset?" George asked.

"He has forgotten the man who made him an Earl," Will said.

"The King seems distant," George said. "A crude Scot."

"He is the King, but he needs to be loved," Will said. "It can't be easy
when your mother murdered your father and then was beheaded by your
cousin. A cousin who would eventually make you King of England. I saw him
once when he was walking and he seemed weak, an infirm old man.  Yet
another time I saw him riding a horse like a wild man, crazed and daring."

"He is not handsome," George remarked.

Will laughed again. "You have your cock deep in a hairy bear's bum. He's
damn better looking than Ralph," Will said.

George looked at me and smiled. He made a few quick thrusts that made me
lose my breath.  His cock twitched a few times.  "Ralph is my bear," he
said.

"Give him some time to breathe and take care of me," Will said. "I've got
an itch in my shit hole. You have the only thing that can scratch it."

George pulled out and I traded places with Will. Will was much smaller than
me, but his ass opened wide to invite George into his bowels. When it was
Will's turn to be screwed, Robin appeared.  He loved to watch George's
member slip deep into his master's ass.

"Oh, it's so big!" he exclaimed. "It would rip me in half." Will and George
laughed. Robin continued to chatter like a magpie about George's cock and
Will's commodious ass. It was pure flattery. You could shove the Tower of
London up Robin's ass and he could take it. That is, if it was to his
advantage. Robin was that kind of a boy.

Will continued to talk about the King and the wealth and power that went to
the King's favorite. As I guessed, fucking for three hours wasn't enough to
make George shoot, but ten minutes of talk about gold and power was too
much. It took a long time for his balls to fill Will's bum. It was fun to
watch.  As George filled his ass, Will's cock shot like a lust-filled
pistol.  Bullets of man seed spurted across his body and spattered on
George.

"Promise me you won't have my baby," George demanded in a mock serious
voice.

"Oh, kind sir," Will replied in a falsetto. "I trusted you and you took
advantage of me. You won't marry me?"  We all laughed. Nothing more was
mentioned that day about the King.

That night, we were in a bed chamber in Will's manor, Stangate. I got my
master ready for bed.  The day had been warm, but the thick stone walls of
the house were cold and the room was damp.

"It has been a long day, but I don't feel like sleep," he said. "My mind
seems to jump from fantasy to fantasy."

"Do you dream of the King or wealth?" I asked.

He smiled. "You are a sorcerer, my dear friend. You can read my mind," he
said. "I have a suspicion the king and wealth are the same thing. It is
cold here, join me in bed."  Most servants slept on the floor or in the
hall at the door of his master chamber.

"Will is wrong about you," George said. "I like manly men. You will never
be a gallant at the court, but you will always be a good man and true." I
took off my clothes and got into bed with my master. He cupped my balls. "I
love your hairy bag of balls," he said. "Are they still full, or did you
fill Robin's arse?"

"I think Will took care of Robin," I said. "I suspect Bardolph, Nim and
Pistol had their way with him too."  George laughed since he much admired
Shakespeare's plays.

"Is there anyone in the household who has not had him?" George asked.

He did not wait for my answer.  He slipped under the covers and enveloped
my cock in his mouth.  He treated my cock like the rarest and most
delicious delicacy.  It didn't take much time for me to fill his mouth with
my seed. George loved man seed. He swallowed it as if it was the greatest
gift in the world. I didn't know it then, but George's worship of man seed
would serve him well with the King.

Three weeks later, my master got a message from Sir Andrew MacDonald, Laird
of Colonsea, asking him to visit. Sir Andrew was one of the King's Scots
companions.  No one knew his true role, but he was known to be a
confidant. MacDonald had an ancestral fortress on the western isles of
Scotland, but was now living in a house near the Palace at Theobalds. He
mentioned our common friend, Will, who had suggested George would be a good
company for hunt.

I thought it was odd to get an invitation from a man we didn't know. Will
sent a letter also. He said George would be well advised to make the
visit. "Your future and your fortune may depend on it." Curiously, he also
said that I should be sure to accompany him.

I was unsure of the visit, but George was wildly excited. It was an
adventure. He loved going to a new place filled with strangers. For him
such a place was a chance to show his charm and beauty to a new
audience. Two weeks later we went to MacDonald's house, Little Richmond
Place.  The house was neither small nor large. It was new and as we road up
at dusk, scores of huge bay windows glittered in the reflected light of the
setting sun. It looked more like a jewel box than a house.

There was a stone and glass turret at each corner of the building.  Someone
must have been on watch, for Sir Andrew was waiting at the gate. He was a
big, bluff, hearty man with a monstrous beard, wearing the clothes of the
Protestant party. His clothes were all black, as was his beard. He wore a
great chain of gold.

He greeted us warmly. We went into the hall and found it set for a banquet
for which we were the only guests, other than his household. I saw he did
not follow the modern arrangement of seating gentlemen in a separate
room. All of his retainers were in the hall, some modest yeomen, others of
higher estate.  Later, I noticed another oddity.  There were no women.

While he dressed austerely, Andrew regaled us with a banquet fit for a
king. Wine flowed freely and course after course of food appeared for what
seemed like hours. I sat with Andrew's man Rolf. Rolf was a hearty, good
natured fellow with a good laugh and a fine collection of bawdy stories.

Rolf went off to fetch more wine, and I looked at George and Sir Andrew at
the high table. The knight was much taken by George and, much to my
surprise, George seemed much taken but his host. Sir Andrew was built more
like a blacksmith than a courtier.  He struck me as more manly than
handsome. Sitting with them was Robert MacDonald, a nephew, and the three
men formed a happy group. Robert was a younger, more handsome and somewhat
slimmer copy of his Uncle.

The banquet came to an end. Sir Andrew rose and said good night.  In the
old style, many of the men would sleep in the hall.  Rolf took us up a
winding stair to an upper chamber. "The house is small," Sir Andrew said,
"so we may have to share some beds."

"With such good company, sharing a bed is an honor, not a hardship," George
said.

"Gallantly said," Robert exclaimed. "Uncle and I share the great bed.  You
can join us."  We entered the bed chamber.  The room was large, but barely
large enough to hold the bed.  It was richly carved in many ingenious and
curious ways. The bed curtains were worth a prince's ransom.  I had never
seen such embroidered work, all in gold or silver thread. To one side of
the room was a small bed, built into an alcove.

I was to share the small bed with Rolf while the three gentlemen shared the
great bed. There was a guard robe to one side, where we relieved ourselves
and found ewers of warm water to wash in. While some aspects of the
household seemed to be old fashioned, Sir Andrew washed regularly and
seemed quite fastidious. He and Robert also slept naked.

When George finished washing, Robert was already in the bed, but Andrew
looked at the young man closely.  I saw Andrew from the ass side.  I
thought I was hairy.  Andrew was hairy like a bear. His muscular back and
buns were covered in curly black hair. The two men embraced, and then went
behind the bed curtains.

"Your master is a randy one?" Rolf asked me in a whisper.

"He knows how to please himself and his friends," I said.

"That describes my master too," Rolf said. "Sir Andrew doesn't stand on
ceremonies, or station when it comes to pleasure. He gives and he takes.
No one has a more loyal household than he."

"You can say the very same about George," I said.

Rolf leaned close to me and whispered. "My master is second to none in
manliness.  His manhood is the size of a bull or ox.  Young master Will
said George was nearly his equal."

"Is that why we are here?" I asked.

Rolf chuckled. "That may well be part of it," he said. "But other reasons
are too lofty for me to understand. My Master moves in high circles. He is
trusted." Rolf moved his hand and stroked my privates. I felt him and found
he was already big and getting bigger.

"Does Robert move in lofty places?" I asked.

"He is a friend of the Earl of Somerset," Rolf said. "He advised caution,
but the Earl followed his own council.  It was a bad choice."

"Robert is young," I said. Rolf had his hand on my balls now.

"He is level headed and an honest man. He is not a flatterer," Rolf
said. "His father lost his head that way, but Robert takes after my Master,
his Uncle.  The King likes him since they both were infants when their
fathers died.  Robert's mother is a woman of great virtue and great
modesty. Her virtue and good sense reflected well on Robert. When her
husband was executed, she maintained the estates."

"How did Sir Archibald survive?"

"The night isn't long enough to give you a lesson in Scots politics," Rolf
said. "Everything is shifting.  Nothing but ghosts and apparitions barely
visible in the fog. Today's enemy is tomorrow's best friend." He was still
playing with my balls. "Keep your balls full," Rolf said. "You may need it
tomorrow." It was a cold night, but Rolf and I were warm in the alcove. I
slept well.

The next morning was bright and sunny.  It was a perfect day for the
hunt. We left the house early and had a particularly successful day. George
bagged a stag. We spent the day in the manor's wooded park.  The park was
large compared to the modest house. Rolf told me this had been the privy
lodge to Essex, when he was the late Queen's favorite. The queen didn't
like the love nest, especially as she wasn't the object of Essex's love.

After Essex's death, Little Richmond Place passed through a series of royal
favorites and friends until it was given to Sir Andrew. While the true
purpose of the park was to let Essex bed his paramours beyond the limits of
the Queen's eyes, the large hunting park was an elaborate mask, intended to
hide Essex's true design.

The day became hot and we stopped by a brook to swim. Sir Andrew could
change from being a mountain of dignity to a fun loving boy in seconds. He
stripped and jumped into the water with surprising speed and agility.  He
was a big man. He sported with George and Robert and demanded that Rolf and
I join them in their play.

It was then I saw Sir Andrew and his privates for the first time. His chest
was huge, but his waist was somewhat thinner. He had less belly than I had
thought.  The hair I had noted in the pale candlelight the night before
covered his entire body.  His privates rivaled George's in size. While he
wasn't hard, his cock wasn't at rest either. I guessed he wasn't as long as
George's, but would have been even thicker when fully excited.

Robert was a slim and almost elegant version of his uncle. He was neither
as massive nor as furry, but certainly no one would mistake his for a
girl. His cock was long and thin, looking like a white snake. Next to me in
the water, Rolf was a red bear, solid and massive. His cock was wider than
it was long and he was fully erect. No one seemed to mind that. One other
man, or rather boy, was with us in the pond, Angus Mac Duffie. He was
Robert's servant.

With sandy hair and clear blue eyes he was growing his first
beard. Apparently he was the orphaned son of one of Andrew's retainers. He
was treated as son and friend rather than as a body servant.

The day was surprisingly warm and the cool water was welcome, especially
for the gentlemen. Even on a hunting trip they were elaborately dressed and
they couldn't strip down to a shirt like the servants. After the swim we
sat on the grassy bank and dried in the sun. I was sitting with Andrew and
Rolf. George, Robert and Angus sat a short distance away.

We were talking about the hunt, when I glanced over at the other trio.
Angus was nursing on George's cock. Andrew noticed too, but did not
object. As we talked, Rolf bent over and began to lick my member. Angus and
I still continued to talk. My cock began to rise as did Andrew's huge
tool. The thick foreskin parted and the knob appeared, a deep reddish
purple. Cock juices were already drooling from the wide slit.

"I would hate for you to think I'm a schemer or a libertine," Andrew said,
"but when Will was hear a month ago he told me about your amorous
skills. Will was one of the few men who has enjoyed my cock.  He told me
you were better. He told me you had served your master well and with
enthusiasm.  I confess to being curious."

I wasn't sure what to say, but by now Rolf had me fully erect and my
judgement was clouded by lust. Instead of saying something, I reached over
to Andrew's cock and took some of his ball juice on my finger and licked
it.

"Last night George told me you were a magician in the arts of manly
pleasure," Andrew continued. "He said you were a joy, even better than
Will."

"Rolf seems skilled in the same arts," I said.

Andrew laughed, "That he is. Rolf and I are companions and friends since we
were children. We share the same tastes, or some might say
vices. Unfortunately his bum gives him no pleasure. For me, I enjoy nothing
more than feeling my cock in the tight confines of a man's ass.  You must
forgive me when I tell you, I asked George if I could have you. He said it
was your choice."

"You are a gentleman," I said.

"My Uncle introduced me to the ways of man lust when I was young," Andrew
replied. "It wasn't my choice and I vowed I'd never force a man to do my
bidding."  Rolf had pushed me back, so I was on the grass. His licks had
progressed from my cock to my balls and he was now trying to force his
tongue into my ass. This was new to me and my member almost hurt it was so
hard.  It is difficult to say no when you are in this condition.

I glanced over at my master. Robert was getting on his hands and knees, so
I knew he was preparing to play the bitch to George's dog in heat.  Angus
was slobbering on George's cock and Robert's hole.  I then realized what
Rolf was doing.  He was preparing my ass for Andrew's cock.  Rolf spit on
his fingers and began to work them into me.

He was gentle but insisting and his thick finger slipped in deep. He
pressed something and I moaned and pulled my legs up to make it easier for
him.

Andrew laughed. "Rolf can play the sorcerer too. He should be at Oxford
studying anatomy. He discovered a small gland or organ that gives almost as
much pleasure as the cock itself.  Those worthy scholars would do well if
they explored that rather than the foolish pursuit of alchemy," he said.
"I think that little nut is why men like their own company. It takes a hard
cock to make it work and come alive."

I heard Robert moaning. George was slow and careful, but I knew one's first
encounter with his organ could be a shock. Some men cried. That Robert
moaned was good. Rolf was now alternating between sucking Andrew and
licking my ass. Andrew's cock was dripping with spit.

Andrew was ready. Rolf moved and Andrew grabbed my legs and pushed them up
and apart.  My hole was defenseless and he pushed me back so my hole was
even with his cock. I must have looked frightened.

"Fear not," Andrew whispered as he pushed the blunt end of his battering
ram into my bowels. He pushed in a finger's length, the pulled out. Rolf
returned his tongue to my stretched hole. He then slobbered over Andrew's
cock. Rolf had straddled my head and I was able to lick his balls as the
dangelled in my face.

Andrew entered a second time, thrusting deeper. He made quick thrusting
motions, not going deeper, but rubbing my ass lining. He pulled out again,
and again, Rolf's tongue was in my ass. I was bing tongue fucked by Rolf as
Andrew cock fucked me. I understood Andrew's excitement as he penetrated
deeper.  I knew that from George's enthusiastic love of man sex.  Rolf's
interest in my hole was all new to me.  As my bum hole stretched wider with
each push, my hole stayed open for a longer time when Andrew pulled
out. Each time, Rolf could get more of his tongue into my ass.

Because I was on my back, I would watch Andrew and I knew he was getting
close total penetration. He pulled out and Rolf put his cock at my hole. I
thought he was going to fuck me.  He didn't.  He shot his seed at my
ass. My hole was tender by then, and I could feel the warm seed splatter
against my hole. A moment later Andrew was back and he used Rolf's seed to
lubricate the final thrust.

It couldn't believe it fit and fit so well.  At first it was more exciting
than pleasurable. Once my ass adjusted to the diameter of the organ it got
better.  Andrews cock head was huge and once it was in me, I felt better.
Andrew was much like my master.  He liked a leisurely build up to the
final, lust-filled explosions.  Some men are in a race to see how fast they
can drain their balls.

I think this may be because usually you must do it secretly, so no one will
discover you.

A great gentleman on his own estate surrounded by like-minded men could
afford to take his time. Andrew had the whole afternoon. So did I.