Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:46:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Lord Batchelor 5 - The Solution

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Lord Batchelor's Solution (5)
By
Alexander

Chapter 5.

Miss Primm had retired by the time they returned home, rather to their
relief. They picked at the cold plates she had left out for them, but
neither was interested in the food very much. Sly glances from one to the
other could mean only one thing, and it was two happy and excited people
that ascended the stairs at the earliest opportunity, leaving the meal only
half consumed.

"It's been a very interesting day today," Charles said as they huddled up
close, his member already expectantly erect. "Thank you."

"I thought it had been," Albert replied. Did you learn anything?"

"Oh, lots, but I need to think about them before they all make sense."

"And what's the most important thing?"

Charles giggled and gave Albert's penis a slight squeeze. "You know that
already. I adore being with you, especially when we are alone like this and
we can pleasure each other."

"And what about the others? The boys in the Serpentine and the men at the
sauna?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to do anything like this with any of them, not unless
I was really, really, ......"

"Frustrated?" Albert helped.

"Yes. Frustrated. That's just the word. Like I am when I need Symes.. And
like I was at the sauna."

"You were? Frustrated I mean. I thought you were a trifle upset by their
attentions."

"I was. I was frustrated because I wanted to do things with you
straightaway. I was excited, but only for you. And I still am," he giggled.

"I can tell," Albert said, rubbing the offending organ between his fingers.

Charles pulled a face and said, "I feel that I've had enough of being
serious for one day, Uncle Albert. Would you mind if we relaxed now and had
a little enjoyment?"

"What did you have in mind precisely?"

"Anything that pleases you. But what I want to do most is, ......."he
paused, leaned upwards and whispered in Albert's ear.

Lord Batchelor laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Of course we can, if that is what you desire. First though, I want to kiss
you and show how much I am becoming attached to you."

There were no more words spoken for ages as they confirmed their delight in
each other's company, both of them finding it difficult to believe quite
how emotionally attached and dependent upon one another they had grown in
such a relatively short space of time.

As if to confirm these thoughts, Charles reached out, grasped the now more
than half-empty jar of petroleum jelly and looked at his uncle, the
unspoken plea evident in his face.

"Which way?" Albert said quietly.

"May I be selfish and do it to you first? Then I may be able to last longer
when it is your turn."

"There is nothing I would like better."

Kneeling between upraised legs, Charles lubricated himself and with a deep
sigh of ecstasy penetrated his uncle, easily and painlessly. So heightened
were the lad's passions that despite his very best efforts, he failed to
maintain the slow, steady rhythm he had determined on and after just a few
strokes found himself out of control. Knowing what would happen next,
Albert pulled Charles down onto his chest and covered his mouth with his
own, the boy still thrusting away. He was just in time, hardly had he begun
to kiss him when Charles lost control completely, buried himself in as far
as he could and screamed into Albert's mouth as he spasmed time after time.

Withdrawing almost immediately he'd orgasmed, Charles stared, open-mouthed
at his uncle, eyes glazed and mouth wide open.

"Stay as you are," he gasped. Just lower your legs. Hurry."

He moved up Albert's body, grasped his tumescence and lowered himself onto
it without a second's pause. Before he knew what was happening, Lord
Batchelor found himself embedded in Charles completely, who had a look of
sheer ecstasy on his face.

"Please," he moaned. "Please."

The look of intensity the boy gave and the accompanying pleas would
normally have shocked Albert, but he was so aroused himself that he
willingly obliged and began to work himself up and down as hard as he
could. Charles, adjusting to his rythym, synchronised perfectly and
together they shared a unique and long-to-be-remembered ecstatic
experience. Neither of them knew nor cared for how long they were united:
the only thing they knew for certain was that they orgasmed simultaneously,
Charles biting his bottom lip to stop himself screaming out, and Albert
urging his body to eject every last drop of his essence to gratify his
adored nephew.

"I shall remember that for ever," Charles whispered once he'd regained some
energy. "It was unbelievable."

There were no apologies made for their haste and animalistic behaviour, and
none were necessary. Albert understood exactly how the boy felt and how
much he needed the release, and if he were honest with himself he actually
enjoyed the ferocity of the act. He too would remember it for as long as he
lived.

Cuddling the boy to him, Albert kissed him lovingly and allowed him to fall
asleep on his chest. Glancing at the mantel clock, he was amazed to notice
that it was the middle of the afternoon and not the middle of the night as
he thought it must be. Smiling to himself as he realised that they still
had the hours of darkness to come yet, he too fell soundly asleep, dreaming
dreams that are best left to the imagination.

"Will you be attending my birthday celebration next month?" Charles asked
Albert after their dinner. "I do hope you will be able to make the
journey."  "There is nothing would give me greater pleasure," Albert
replied. "Of course I will attend. Thank you for the invitation. Is there
anything particular you would like as a celebratory gift?"

As soon as he said this, Albert knew he'd said the wrong thing, at least as
far as Charles was concerned.

"I am most grateful for what you are doing for me now, by allowing me to
visit you in your home," Charles said cheerfully. The doe-eyes and gentle
smile the lad gave Lord Batchelor said more than enough to add the extra
meaning his statement. "As long as you are present, that will be more than
sufficient."

"And how old will you be?" Miss Primm enquired. "Thirteen, if I recollect
rightly."

"You are perfectly correct, Miss Primm. I shall be thirteen years old."

"Boys of lower social class than yourself commence paid employment before
their thirteenth birthday. You are fortunate indeed not to have to consider
that, but do you have any plans as to what to do with your life?"

"Oh, yes, I have given the matter a great deal of thought. I intend to
emulate my Uncle Albert in every way I can. Study hard, and go up to Oxford
is my first intention."

"To read what?" Albert enquired. "I read Classics, but I fear that you are
not inclined that way."

"I think I will study Medicine. I am intrigued as to how animals function
and the reasons they behave as they do. The trip you took me on to the
Zoological gardens was most inspirational, and the lecture you gave me
today on Homo Sapiens was fascinating."

Albert was unsure as to whether or not Charles was jesting, once again the
insertion of a double entendre in his comment sowing a seed of doubt. He
gave up: the hidden meanings of Charles statements and Miss Primm's
idiosyncratic use of the English Language being too much to cope with at
the same time.

"I hope you didn't overburden the boy with too much information," Miss
Primm said. "The study of Homo Sexuals is too much for a boy of his tender
years. In my opinion the study of smaller animals such as pet rabbits and
domestic cats is quite sufficient to begin with."  "I think a game of Chess
is in order, young Charles," Albert said, fixing him with a stare that told
him enough was enough.

"Tomorrow is Sunday," Miss Primm reminded them, "And I shall be away to
visit my sister and attend church. Would it be agreeable if I packed Master
Charles baggage in the morning in readiness for his departure?"

"Yes, of course," Albert replied, disliking the reminder that the visit was
drawing to a close.

Charles, having one of those faces that betrays every emotion, showed that
his mind was not completely devoted to the games in hand.

"You have lost two games in a row," Albert chided. "We will have a third
and final game before we retire I think." Then added in a whisper, "And if
you lose, you will sleep in the guest room tonight."

Charles looked up at his uncle, shocked, not believing what he'd heard.

"But, ......" he started.

Albert raised his hand to signal that the conversation was at an end.

His game improved remarkably, but not quite enough to beat his more
experienced relative. In fact, it took two or three suicidal moves from
Lord Batchelor to ensure a win for his nephew.

"I thought you were being serious when you told me I would sleep in the
guest room," Charles said as they undressed. "But you lost deliberately."

"Only to teach you a lesson," Albert smiled. "You must not make fun of Miss
Primm She is an old lady who deserves respect."

"I'm sorry," Charles grinned, "But the temptation was too great. She didn't
comprehend anyway."

"No, but I did. And one day she will too, if you are not careful, and then
where would we be?"  "I apologise once again,"he said contritely. Then,
grinning broadly, added, "And how can I make it up to you, Uncle Albert?"

"You can kiss me, and then permit me to undress you."

The pace they adopted was somewhat less frantic than the one they'd enjoyed
in the afternoon, Charles reverting to his simple enjoyment of being
caressed and fondled in the comfort of Albert's arms. Lord Batchelor too
was more than content to accede to Charles mood, he thoroughly delighted in
running his hands over the smooth, unblemished skin of his nephew, toying
with his member once in a while, and sharing deep, loving kisses. He knew
that this was the very essence of their relationship, a caring and
tenderness that went far beyond the physical aspects of their
relationship. In an idle moment, he even envisioned the possibility of them
sharing a home, a bed and a life together. He knew, sadly, that this was an
impossibility. Although perhaps Charles' didn't appreciate it, his life was
pre-ordained. True, he would go up to Oxford, and even perhaps study
Medicine if he wished. But after that, the care and management of the
family's vast estate
 would devolve on him. It was only right, therefore, that the child should
have as happy and carefree a life as possible until then. Looking into the
boy's face, Charles smiled, kissed him tenderly and wondered what life held
in store for him.

"You are feeling morose tonight," Charles said quietly. "Are you out of
sorts?"

"Not in the slightest, my angel," he said. "I was just thinking how
handsome and becoming you are!"

"I am determined we are not going to be sad and despondent tonight,"
Charles said firmly. "Tomorrow night, and for many more nights, I shall be
alone and I want something to give me pleasant dreams to remember you by!"

"And where do we start?" Albert grinned.

"I don't care, because tonight we are going to do everything at least
twice!"

Calling upon every ounce of energy he had, Albert somehow managed to comply
with Charles' request, including using the last of the petroleum jelly. It
was well into the early hours before they both drifted off into a
much-needed sleep, bodies and minds simply too exhausted to do anything
else.

The sun was high in the sky when they came to the following morning,
Charles apparently having fallen asleep with both hands cradling Albert's
much-abused member.

Charles opened his eyes, smiled happily to himself and woke his uncle with
a kiss, his hands remaining comfortably where they were.

"Good Morning, Uncle," Charles yawned. "I fear we are a little late this
morning!"

"Probably," Albert agreed. "We were awake rather late last night."

"But is was most enjoyable, wasn't it?" Charles giggled. "I feel quite sore
in places decency forbids me to mention."

Albert was distinctly aware that Charles' hands were now gently fondling
his member, causing the inevitable, and desired consequence. Whatever plans
his nephew had in mind were rudely interrupted by a tap at the door.

"Come in," Albert called.

Instantly, Charles closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, his hands still
maintaining their delicate meanderings though.

"I though it best to arouse you both, sir," Miss Primm said, gazing fondly
at the recumbent form of master Charles. "I observe the young master is
still sleeping. Your presence must have satiated him. Will you bestir him
soon, breakfast is almost ready."

"I will, Miss Primm. We will be down shortly."

True to their word, and Miss Primm's instructions, they bestirred
ourselves, but not quite in the way Charles wished. Impressing upon him the
need for a little urgency as the housekeeper was anxious to leave, Albert
opted not to indulge themselves and instead they climbed out of their bed.

"Your member seems rather rosy this morning," Albert grinned as he gazed at
the naked Charles. "As well as erected yet again. I do believe I have seen
it in that state more than I have otherwise!"

Charles stared at his organ, grinning. "You are right, as usual, uncle. But
when I am with you, this seems to be its normal state. And it does have a
certain glow to it this morning, perhaps it has been sorely used?"

"No doubt it has. But for now, let it subside. We may find time later to
test its recuperative powers."


Chapter 6

"Will that be all, my Lord?" Miss Primm asked as they sat down for
breakfast.

"Yes, thank you. But could I ask you to prepare Charles' bath before you
leave? We shall take care of things ourselves after that."

"It will be a pleasure, sir. And may I take this opportunity of wishing him
the happiest of celebrations for his birthday in the not too distraint
future?"

"Thank you, Miss Primm. Your felicitations are very much appreciated. I
will remember you especially on the day." Charles said sincerely.

Miss Primm glowed with pride at these words and with a delighted smile, set
about preparing his bath.

"At what o'clock is your father expected?" Albert asked as he watched
Charles bathe himself.

"He intimated it would be mid-afternoon. Last time we were late arriving
home, the latter part of the journey being made tedious because of the
darkness."

"Good. In that case we have about four hours before you must take your
leave."

"Excellent." Charles grinned as he stepped out of the bath and offered
himself to be dried. "Then I shall not dress at all for at least another
three hours."

"In the Lord's name why?" Albert said, in astonishment.

"Because I will only have to undress again later!" he giggled.  Even Lord
Batchelor saw the logic in this and gave his delighted, if reluctant,
agreement. Wearing nothing but a bath robe, Charles followed his uncle
downstairs and into the library where Lord Albert picked up his newspaper
and tried to read it whilst his nephew browsed his books, first selecting
one, then replacing it before finding another. Albert knew what the boy was
trying to do of course, and made no attempt to look at his paper, his eyes
being constantly drawn to the glimpses of flesh tantalizingly displayed as
books were reached for and replaced.

"Come here," Albert said eventually, "And stop teasing!"

Charles skipped over to where his uncle was sat and deposited himself on
his knees, legs astride and hooked his arms round Albert's neck.

Allowing his robe to fall open, Charles snuggled into his uncle and sighed
happily, depositing a light kiss on his lips. Albert, with his arms around
the boy's waist, returned the kiss and savoured the delicious aroma of a
freshly-bathed youngster. An amicable silence descended as the pair
relaxed, each happily lost in their own thoughts. Such was the tranquil
mood they'd created, Albert noted, that for once the captivating organ
between the boys legs remained flaccid, hanging loosely over his perfect
little testicles, its now usual pinkness restored.

Lord Batchelor thought his nephew had fallen asleep, but a smile growing on
his face disproved this, as did his slowly erecting member. For a moment,
Albert thought of asking the lad what he was thinking of to cause the
arousal , but decided against it as he didn't want to disturb the peace.

What was on the boy's mind became evident as very slowly he snaked a hand
down into Albert's groin and searched for his target. Grasping it lightly,
he allowed his fingers to gently wriggle around until it began to awaken.

"Open your legs a little," Charles whispered as he started to unfasten the
buttons.

"The Library is hardly the place ..." Lord Batchelor started to say, but
was stopped by a pair of lips sealing his mouth.

Giving in to the inevitable, he widened his legs.

Charles released the tumescent member from its confines and sank to his
knees, gazing at his prize in delight. Unable to resist the temptation it
presented, he took it into his mouth and proceeded to work his tongue and
lips around it, oblivious to the sounds of bliss emanating from above.

Several times he brought his uncle to the brink of an orgasm but at the
last possible moment refrained from allowing him to relieve himself. Lord
Batchelor would have given anything to achieve the release he so
desperately wanted, and was vastly disappointed to see Charles release his
member from the warm cavern it was enjoying, and rise to his feet. Before
he could remonstrate with the child, he was stunned into silence with his
next manoeuver.

Climbing back astride his uncle's knees, Charles placed a hand on his
shoulders, raised himself up and with the other hand, carefully positioned
Albert's frustrated organ between his cheeks. With a determined look,
Charles slowly lowered his body. Incredibly, Lord Batchelor's organ
disappeared just as intended, and within a few seconds a very proud Charles
was seated on Albert's knees with a beatific smile on his face.

"I thought I could," he giggled. "How does it feel, uncle?"

Incapable of speech, Albert simply nodded his head and stared, open-mouthed
at the boy.

Very carefully Charles leaned forwards and kissed his uncle deeply.

"Let us remain like this for a while, without moving. It feels truly
wonderful," he whispered.

For fifteen glorious, memorable minutes they remained motionless except for
kisses and caresses adoringly exchanged. Once in a while Charles flexed his
gluteus much to the pleasure of Lord Batchelor, thus maintaining what
seemed to be a permanent erection.

Almost imperceptibly Charles started to raise and lower himself, achieving
a state so ecstatic that he stared, sightless at his uncle, mouth
agape. Never before had Albert travelled towards an orgasm so slowly and
erotically. With each movement of Charles' torso he climbed a little higher
towards the goal he so earnestly wanted, until after some considerable time
and with a violent shudder he ejaculated passionately and painfully.

This time it was Albert who called out loudly and noisily as he lost his
fluids, grateful to do so at long last. Not to be outdone, Charles
instantly spasmed, ejected enough semen to draw a line from Albert's chest
to his navel and echoed his uncle's cries of delight.

Even after the energy-draining exercise they'd both enjoyed, the pair
remained co-joined until the drying fluids on Lord Batchelor's chest made
him feel uncomfortable. Gently lifting a reluctant Charles off his flaccid
member, he kissed him once more and suggested they cleaned themselves up as
the hour was approaching when he would have to leave.

Not having Miss Primm to prepare baths for them, they had to make do with
strip washes, which was the source of yet further merriment and
jollification, each taking great pains to remove all signs of their recent
behaviour.

By the time Lord Biggun arrived, they'd calmed down and were feeling rather
dejected at the thought of being parted, comforting each other as best they
could.

"I shall see you on your birthday anyway," Lord Batchelor said. "And I am
sure we will be able to make up for lost time then."

"I hope so," the rather tearful Charles said. "I don't know what I shall do
until then."

"I'm sure you will think of something," Albert said, more cheerfully than
he felt.

They were about to embrace and kiss once more when they were interrupted by
Charles' father who insisted that they hurry along as time was passing.

"And did you enjoy your visit to London?" Albert asked his brother as
Charles was supervising the loading of his baggage into the carriage.

"Oh yes, thank you." Then, after ensuring Charles wasn't within earshot,
added, "My young companion, whom you have met I believe, has decided to
give up the trade much to my regret. He has arranged a replacement though,
which may necessitate a further visit in the near future. Talking of which,
how has my son been this week-end? He seems to be a little out of sorts
these days. Not taking much interest in things, if you understand what I
mean. Did her, err, perform, for you satisfactorily?"

"He's behaved very well, as usual, With regard to his performance as you
put it, he acted perfectly normally," Albert said carefully. "I think he is
growing into a very presentable and determined young man. Perhaps that is
why his interests are changing, he is of that age I believe."

"Maybe you're right, Albert. We must try to find him a suitable young
lady. Or other companion," he grinned. "From what I hear, he wouldn't be
too concerned as to what sex it was! Just like his father, eh?"

With a wan smile, Lord Batchelor shook his brother's hand and stood on his
doorstep, watching them drive out of Belgrave Square. He closed the door
behind him and sat in the Library, thinking that perhaps he should have
informed his brother precisely how his son was changing and what a
veritable little satyr he was becoming. But then decided that perhaps he
shouldn't say too much as it would no doubt spoil the excellent
relationship he had with his nephew, and additionally lead to complications
Charles could do without.

Chapter 7.  Promptly at two o'clock the following afternoon, Lord Batchelor
opened his front door to admit a very chirpy Edward Welcome.

"Afternoon, Guv.," Edward said, hugging him and planting a kiss on his
lips.. "You wouldn't believe how `appy - Happy - I am to see you agin!"

"And me too," Albert said. "I trust you are well?"

"Am now. Told your brother that I ain't seeing him any more, so's its just
me and you now."

"Did he take it well?"

"Better'n I thought `e would. Wasn't too put out, `specially when I told
him that me mate Jack would make himself available. He even gave me an
extra half guinea for me troubles!"

Albert was walking towards the drawing room when he realised Edward wasn't
following him. Turning round, he saw the boy standing at the bottom of the
stairs expectantly.

"Can we talk upstairs?" he said. "I's missed you and I wants to get
comfortable with you without wastin' time down `ere!"

As they nestled together in bed, Edward sighed happily and rested his head
on Albert's chest, doing nothing except savour the moment and hold his man
tightly.

"Did you have a good time with your nephew?" Edward enquired lazily. "You
ain't got to tell me if you don't want, as long as you was `appy is all I
care about."

"I satisfied his needs I think," Albert replied carefully, stroking
Edward's silky hair. "Thanks largely to your lessons!"  "Right. His Pa told
me the boy was changing, losing interest sort of thing. P'raps he ain't
liking this sort of stuff any more. Sort of growin' out of it. An' I's glad
I `elped things along a bit."

"Oh, you did that well enough. At least Charles seemed happy when he
left. He even invited me to attend his birthday celebration in a few weeks
time."

"You goin'?" Edward asked. "You can if'n you wants, now I know he's changed
and he ain't interested no more!" Then, laughing lightly added, "An I'll
leave his knackers alone now I know's he don't fancy you as much!"

"He will never replace you," Albert said softly. He meant it too, just as
he meant it when he told Charles that he adored him.

Lord Batchelor relaxed completely, enjoying the comforting presence of the
lad, not the least pleasing thing being that he was content just to lay
there and be cosseted. Adorable though he was, Charles could be too
excitable and physically demanding at times, as well as unpredictable.

"What will you do for money, now that my brother is no longer providing?"
Albert asked as they fondled each other.

"Dunno yet, milord. I'll fink - think - of something, but I ain't in
desperate needs of it anyway. I hopes to get a better job soon an' that'll
`elp."

"Perhaps I can help in the meanwhile," Albert offered.

"No!" Edward said with surprising firmness. "I telled you afore, I ain't
takin' no dosh for doin' what I wants wiv yer."

Suitably chastened, Albert reconsidered. He wanted to help the boy and his
mother, but without causing offence and compromising his admirable
principles.

"Perhaps you may be able to help my housekeeper or the gardener around the
house once in a while. They are both elderly and may appreciate someone who
can do the heavy lifting and so on."

"I wouldn't mind that. I's be working for it then, and I can share it wiv
me ma seein' as its come by legitimate like."

"Good. Now, young Edward, shall we indulge ourselves a little? I feel in
need of some exercise, and it's been too long since we had the pleasure of
one another."

Almost lazily, they re-arranged themselves so as to take each other orally
and although they were both anxious for relief, took things steadily,
wanting the pleasure to last.

"Tells me when you're gonna shoot off," Edward said after a while. "I don't
wanna makes you do it yet."

Three times Albert was stopped, each time Edward taking a rest and allowing
Albert to calm down.

"Now I's ready for the special!" he said at last. "Let me lay down where
you is."

Quickly they changed places and Edward lifted his legs, holding them in
place with his hands.

"Take it slow, guv. I wants to enjoy this."

There was no need for any lubricant, Albert discovered. Edward was well and
truly ready for the `special', his fundament already visibly moist and
relaxed. He slid in with no difficulty at all, not even a hint of pain from
either party. Edward grinned up at him and clenched his cheeks playfully.

"It's even better'n I remember," he smiled. "Yous still the only one as I
let's does this to me. Your bruvver wanted to do it, even offered me more
dosh but I wouldn't let him."

"How did you say no?" Albert said. "Even I have difficulty in refusing
anything he asks."

"Me arse wouldn't open up for `im. He got really funny about it and made me
do `im twice instead." Edward laughed. "And made me bring `im off again wiv
me `and. When `es in that mood, there `ain't no stoppin' `im!"

Concentrating as much as he could, Albert settled down to give young Edward
all the pleasure he deserved, watching his face contort with ecstasy as he
slowly pulled in and out.  "Faster now, guv., I's gonna spill in a second!"
Edward moaned after a good many minutes, his brow furrowed and beaded with
perspiration.

Albert had held his own release back for so long that it was with intense
relief he allowed himself to ejaculate, just as Edward spilled his own seed
with a very satisfied sigh.

"That was wunnerful," he grinned. "Real special! Gimme a few minutes an'
I'll return the favour!"

And so they spent a most enjoyable afternoon, mixing idle conversation and
gentle recreation in equal amounts. It was with real regret that they
eventually dressed themselves and prepared to meet the outside world in the
form of Miss Primm.

Taking the bull by the horns as it were, Lord Batchelor approached her
nervously. When she was his nurse, many years ago, her word was law and it
was a very brave person who challenged her. Even now, when in theory their
roles had been reversed, he was still afraid of suggesting any changes to
her established routine.

"Miss Primm, Edward and I have a problem we would like your advice about."
he began.

"I am all ears," she said, wiping floury hands on her apron. "I'll be as
much assistance as I am able, I'm sure."

"Young Edward here finds himself financially embarrassed due to
circumstances at home and would like to hear if you have any suggestions as
to how he might resolve the problem and earn a few extra shillings each
week."

"I comprehend," she said, looking at the boy. "He has one job which takes
up a lot of time and so another one with long hours isn't visible."

"Correct. What we need is a job of work with only a few hours, just enough
to produce a little extra income. I thought perhaps we might employ him to
help yourself and the gardener with any heavy lifting and such."

"I don't need any assistance," she bridled, "But old George needs a bit of
a hand now and again, what with his back and all. And if master Edward is
here, he may as well help lift the sacks of flour and potatoes for me, they
are rather cumbersome."  The fact that Miss Primm was at least ten years
older than `old George' seemed to have escaped her notice.

"Good. So that is settled then. Will you tell George or shall I?"

"I'll tell him. He's a stubborn old goat sometimes and needs telling
properly. He won't argue with me." Turning to Edward, she said, "Make sure
you're clean and tidy and do as you're told, and you and me will get on
famously. I know you're a good boy and expect good things from you, just
like his Lordship does."

"Thank you, Miss Primm, I am truly grateful and I am sure my old ma will be
glad too."

Once again, Miss Primm's ample bosom swelled with pride as she returned
gaily to her work firm in the knowledge that yet again she had resolved a
crisis.

Over the next couple of weeks, Edward spent most of the daylight hours
either at work or at Lord Batchelor's house. There wasn't a great deal to
do in the kitchen or garden, and the tasks he was assigned were speedily
done to everyone's satisfaction. Satisfactory too was the relationship he
was building up with Lord Batchelor, `Albert' as he was called in
private. His lessons were progressing well, and their companionship
blossoming. They indulged themselves almost whenever they wished, although
in practice they only used the bed perhaps every other day.. Most of the
time they were perfectly content to be in the same room together, sneaking
the odd embrace and kiss when the mood took them, which seemed to be quiet
often.

The first test of their new-found relationship was when Lord Batchelor
informed his household that he would be away for the forthcoming week-end,
attending his nephew's thirteenth birthday party. Miss Primm immediately
set to and began to gather the ingredients for a special birthday cake,
Edward too the news rather less well, although never showed it outwardly at
first.

They had retired to the bedroom the day before Albert was due to leave and
were taking their ease when Albert sensed Edward had something on his mind,
one clue being that Edward's member had failed to attain its normal
hardened state.

"Tell me what's troubling you," he asked giving him a kiss.

"Ain't nothin' serious," Edward said. "Just that I'll miss you."

"I know you well enough to know that there is more than that, but if you
choose not to tell me, then than is your affair."

"I's scared that that nephew of yours will entice you away from me,"he said
quietly. "Him being better born and mannered than me."

It was true that Albert had given this particular problem a great deal of
thought over the past few days, knowing that this week-end would somehow
bring things to a head. He idolised both boys, but in different
ways. Charles was impetuous, rather wild and never dull company. His antics
in the bedroom, and out of it sometimes, were exhilarating and exciting and
showed an imagination Albert envied.

Edward, on the other hand, was much more attentive and caring in the way he
behaved, enjoying their simply being together as much as anything else. He
was polite, well-mannered and exceedingly good company. In the bedroom, he
could be innovative and just as exciting as Charles, but in a more relaxed
way, ensuring that Albert had just as much fun as he.

There was little to choose between them, Albert decided reluctantly and
failed to come to any decision.

Placing these thoughts to the back of his mind, he gazed at the young man
sharing his bed and whispered, "Charles will do no such thing. We may
indulge ourselves occasionally, as you well know, but he is after all, my
nephew and our meetings are infrequent. You and I suit each other
admirably, and to demonstrate how much I care for you, I have a birthday
gift for you too, although I haven't a notion when it is."

"There's only one present I want from you,"Edward grinned, feeling much
happier.

Yet again, Albert was presented with a pair of raised legs and a sight
which was impossible to ignore.

Afterwards, Edward lay between Albert's legs, his head on Albert's shoulder
making it easier to kiss him once in a while.

"What will you do this week-end?" Albert asked conversationally. "Go about
with your friends?"

"Most of my mates will go boozin' or out with the tarts from the docks. The
booze gives me a headache and the tarts don't bovver me," he grinned. "I
suppose I could go fishing with Jack if he ain't workin'."

"How would you like to go to the theatre or music hall when I return?"
Albert said. "Have you been before?"

Edward's face shone radiantly at this news and gave Albert a hug. "Can we?
I've only been a couple o'times. We used to go up in the God's when I was
littler, Only cost a penny."

"The God's?" Albert said, puzzled.

"Right up in the roof of the theatre, where the man who works the
limelights is. They sometimes let kids in for a penny each, but you gotta
climb millions o' stairs to get there," he giggled. "And then the stage is
so far away you can't see nuffink."

"We'll go downstairs, and right in front of the stage if you wish. You can
see everything from there!"

"There aren't any nudes or anyfing, if that's what yous thinking," Edward
said. "I likes the singin' and comics."

"That's just what I like," Albert said.

"That'd be a nice present for me birfday - birthday - , thank you."

"Oh, that isn't a birthday gift. It's what friends do once in a while."

That earned a slightly tearful embrace from Edward, together with a
question. "If that ain't me present, what you got me then?"

"Miss Primm has a parcel for you which you may collect when you leave, and
not before!"

"That means I gotta give you another present, don't it?" Edward
laughed. "What would you like this time?"

"Guess!" Albert grinned.  Chapter 8.

The birthday party was to be held on Sunday after Church and as he'd
arrived early on Saturday morning, had an entire day free to entertain
himself. He spent the first hour or so with his brother, conversing about
the estate and similar matters. He was reluctant to raise any close family
matters as he would have normally done, mainly because of the things
Charles had told him. Significantly, neither did Lord Biggun except to say
that his wife was ill a-bed with a headache and Charles hadn't put in an
appearance yet.

Albert decided to take a horse and have a ride round the estate, just for
the pleasure of being on horse-back again, and the exercise wouldn't come
amiss either.

On his way to the stables, he came across Charles who had been out walking
the dogs.

"Hello, Uncle Albert," he grinned, shaking his hand. "I'm pleased you have
arrived."

He kissed Albert on the cheeks, and after a glance round to make sure no
one was looking, gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'll see you later, after luncheon," he smiled as he broke the embrace.

The groom who brought the gelding out to Lord Batchelor seemed familiar, he
thought. As he looked at the man, it struck him:

"Joseph!" he grinned. "I thought you'd retired years ago!"

"Ain't no point," he said in his usual gruff manner. "Now the missus has
gone, I ain't got nothing else to do, so's I comes up here and helps out
where I can."

"Nice to see, you after all this time! Perhaps we can have a chat when I
come back?"

"I'd like that, sir."

Albert had a magnificent ride. It had been months since he'd had the
opportunity to be in the country-side on a horse and he took full advantage
of it, exploring places he knew as a child and seeing how well the estate
appeared to be doing. He recognised several of the labourers and gave them
a cheerful wave as he passed by, happy to be back home again.  When he
returned, Joseph was sat smoking his pipe by the stable doors, looking as
morose as ever.

He walked over to Albert, took the horse from him and walked him into the
stable, Albert following along, expressing his compliments on how well the
horse was groomed.

"Aye, it's a fine beast allright," was all he said.

There was something about the man's manner that prompted Albert to wait
until the horse had been unsaddled and handed over to a stable boy for
rubbing down.

"What is it, Joseph? You want to say something?"

"Aye, my Lord, I do. But it ain't really my place and it's a bit sorta
delicate."

The pair took a stroll into the vegetable garden, the only place sure to be
deserted at this time of day.

"It's about young Master Charles," Joseph said when they were alone..

"Go on," Albert replied, concern showing on his face.

"I don't know as to how to say this, Lord Albert, but he has gained a
certain reputation which isn't altogether wholesome if you gets my drift."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, if I may be open with you sir, people thinks he has been doing
things which aren't right and proper with some of the boys on the estate
and in the village."

"Are my brother or his mother aware of this? Have you mentioned it to
them?"

"Oh, no sir. Lord Arthur isn't the sort of man you can talk to regarding
certain things, and I wouldn't soil his mother's ears with such delicate
matters."  "I see. May I ask one question to clarify my mind, and then we
will consider the matter closed if you wish."

Joseph nodded, staring into the distance.

"Is it to do with things below the waist?"

"Aye," Joseph said simply.

Deciding to enlarge, he went on, "Boys will be boys and we knows they do
things which ain't proper, strictly speaking, but they grows out of it and
no harms done. But Master Charles has been making the lads do things which
ain't natural."

"Thank you, Joseph. It must have been difficult for you to inform me of
this, and you can rest assured that I will deal with the matter. And your
name won't be mentioned."

"Thank you, sir. I regret having to burden you with such a thing, but
Master Charles is growing into a fine young man, and I wouldn't wish him to
do himself any harm so early in life. People round here have long
memories."

Lord Batchelor wasn't in the least surprised at Joseph's information; in a
way he'd half-expected it from what Charles has said. He regretted that his
behaviour was becoming common gossip certainly, but it appears that no
permanent harm had been done to his reputation so far. Perhaps a word in
his ear would suffice, after all the lad was not unintelligent.

There were upwards of a dozen people for the informal luncheon party, most
of whom Albert knew and so a very jolly time was had. His brother was on
good form and regaled the party with several fascinating anecdotes, all of
which were decorous and well-received. Glancing round the table, Albert
caught Charles' eye and they smiled at each other, a secretive `we know
something they don't' sort of smile. Despite the surroundings, Albert felt
a stirring in his trousers as they raised their glasses to each
other. Moving onwards, Albert next looked at his sister-in-law, sat next to
her son. Albert thought she was finding the party rather stressful and had
the distinct impression that she would rather be elsewhere, and the reason
why soon became apparent as her eyes kept flickering across to a pretty
young maid standing against the wall, waiting to serve the next course.

That she considered herself a cut above the other maids was obvious by her
whole demeanor and Albert correctly assumed she was the one who had
displaced Charles' mother from her rightful place in the bedchamber.  The
meal was drawing to a close when Charles turned to his father and asked if
he would mind if he took Uncle Albert to his room to explain a difficult
Latin text to him. With hardly a pause in his conversation, Lord Biggun
agreed that it was an excellent idea, and then turned his back on the lad,
dismissing him from his mind.

Once in Charles room, they relaxed and embraced, kissing one another
fervently and with a passion emboldened by their lengthy
separation. Charles, however, made no move to undress himself as he always
did when the prospect of some exercise was in view.

Albert looked at the boy, the unspoken question hanging between them.

"The house is full of guests," Charles whispered as if they were all
gathered outside his door, listening. "I am afraid that we will be
discovered."

"Is there nowhere else, then?" Albert asked, frustrated.

"I can't think of anywhere," he said, "All the other bedrooms are occupied
by houseguests."

Thinking desperately, Albert had an idea.. "What about the nursery? Surely
that isn't in use these days?"

Charles' face lit up and a broad grin spread over it. "Perfect," he
giggled. "I'd forgotten about that, no one ever goes there these days. We
can be quite alone and safe up there."

The nursery had changed very little since Albert and Alfred had used it
when they were younger: the twin beds were there, side by side as they
always were, and across the room the larger bed for the Nurse, in their
case Miss Primm. Albert smiled as he remembered the pleasurable fumblings
which he and his brother indulged in, first exploring their burgeoning
sexuality when they were about eight years old or so. In fact, he
recollected suddenly, it was in one of these beds that Alfred first
displayed his ability to produce seed, proudly demonstrating the talent on
several occasions to his younger brother. By that time, he would have been
about the same age that Charles is now, and now Albert was about to do
something rather similar with his son.

Once undressed, they embraced and kissed in the middle of the room. Charles
sensed immediately that his uncle was unusually aroused, his penis already
leaking the precious fluid onto his navel as they hugged. Smiling to
himself, Charles put Albert's excitement down to their location, and the
also the effect he was having on him. Taking advantage of the situation,
without any further ado Charles pressed his uncle down onto the nearest bed
and hurriedly licked the moist member clean before slipping it between his
lips.

Lord Batchelor was approaching his orgasm much too quickly, and begged
Charles to cease for a while, who happily moved his head up to Albert's and
kissed him deeply and adoringly.

"Birthday." Gasped Albert. "What would you like us to do to celebrate it
whilst we have the opportunity?"

"I thought you'd never ask," laughed Charles, his face glowing with
excitement.

"First I would like to have you on your back. And then you can do it to
me. That will be a fine gift for us both!"

The combination of Albert's fond memories of the room and Charles' evident
frustration at having been without such exercise for so long ensured that
the next hour was filled with a serious pleasuring of each other in every
way they could think of. Should anyone have the misfortune to be anywhere
within earshot, they would have been left in absolutely no doubt as to what
activities were taking place behind the close door.

Silence eventually descended within the room though, as Charles and Albert,
thoroughly exhausted, curled up together on the bed and recuperated from
their passions.

"You were magnificent, as always!" Albert whispered in Charles' ear..

"You always excite me greatly," Charles answered. "And I've missed you so
much."

"You have been doing nothing at all, then? Not even with Symes?"

"Just a little," Charles said. "When I am in desperate need. But he seems
more and more reluctant to indulge recently."

"There is no one else to turn to, then?"

"I have taken some pleasure with Jacob. He is a little younger than myself;
the son of the blacksmith. He seems quite amenable."

There is the connection, Albert thought. The blacksmith was Joseph's son,
and hence Jacob was his grandson. No wonder he was concerned about Charles'
proclivities.

"I would take very great care with the local boys," Albert said, stroking
Charles' soft hair. "They are unable to keep secrets as well as we are, and
they may well reveal something, even by accident."

"So you think I should avoid them? Stop doing things with them?"

"That might be wise, until you find one who is trustworthy. I am sure there
must be one such somewhere nearby for you."

"I will try, Uncle Albert, but you know how difficult it is to restrain
oneself when the mood is upon you."

"I do, but you must take heed of what I say and try."

"I will, I promise. But for now, I have you and we have half an hour to
spare ....."

Albert slept alone that night, rather to his relief as the exertions of the
afternoon had been more tiring than usual. It would have been difficult for
he and Charles to meet anyway as the boy was sharing his room with the
sixteen-year-old son of a distant relative and questions would certainly be
asked if Charles was found to be missing from his bed. Lord Batchelor
smiled to himself, pitying the visitor if Charles had made his mind up to
seduce him.

The birthday party seemed to start at breakfast time the following day and
was planned to go on all day from what Albert could understand. There were
far too many people around for Albert's taste: he much preferred a quieter,
less frenzied life style and the mass of people and accompanying noise
began to play on his nerves. Searching for somewhere more restful, he
chanced upon the games room which was out of bounds to the guests. Mixing
himself a whisky and soda water, he eased himself into a Chesterfield and
watched the activities taking place on the lawn through the French windows.

Hearing the door open, Albert turned round, irritated at being
disturbed. Fortunately, it was his brother, also seeking some tranquillity.

"I fear I must take leave of you after luncheon," Albert said. "I have an
early appointment on the morrow and must be about early." Strictly
speaking, this wasn't true but Albert had had enough of the gathering and
wished devoutly to be back at home as soon as possible. It would be
impossible to have another tryst with Charles anyway.

"I have taken the liberty of presenting Charles with a silver casket for
his birthday," Albert said to his brother. "The family crest has been
engraved upon it, suitably modified for when Charles inherits the title. A
little premature, but I thought it appropriate."

"Indeed!" Arthur laughed, "But it is well thought of and I am sure he will
appreciate it."

"Talking of Charles," Albert went on. "I fear a little closer supervision
of his activities may be required if the rumour I have heard is true."

"Oh?" said Arthur, taking a sip of his whisky.

"I understand he may have been making something of a nuisance of himself
with one of the local boys, if you understand what I mean."

"I see," Arthur said. "Can you tell me more?"

Albert knew he'd raised a very delicate topic with his brother, given the
problems he'd had at his boarding school and also with one or two local
boys.

"Not really. I just overheard something in the stable yard yesterday which
concerned me, and knowing Charles as we both do, it may not be groundless."

"Thank you very much," Arthur said. "I would be most displeased of the
family name became tarnished by youthful exuberances." Laughing slightly,
he raised a glass to his brother and said, "I think we both understand how
easily that can occur. A chip of the old block, is he?"

"Precisely," Albert agreed.

"I will confine him to the house and grounds for a while and find him some
useful occupation to fill his time. That should cool his ardour, I think."

"Good," Albert smiled. "And now, if you will excuse me, I must make
preparations to leave. Will you be coming up to town in the near future?"

"I plan to be at my club in two weeks time for a few days. I trust Charles
will be welcome to stay under your roof? I have engaged the services of a
new messenger and may need to spend some time with him."

It was evident that Lord Biggun saw no connection at all between his
liaisons with messenger boys, and Charles' behaviour, but instead of
commenting, Albert simply said, "Of course. He will be most welcome."

Chapter 9.

After the tiring week-end, Albert was grateful for Edward's placid, more
reserved nature and relaxed completely with him. They still spent a great
deal of time in the bedroom comforting each other but the activities they
engaged in were pleasurable diversions and not in the slightest degree
strenuous.

Albert had been back in his home for ten days only when a letter was
delivered, one marked with the family crest which could only mean it was
from Arthur. Opening it hurriedly, he was disappointed not to find a note
from Charles, and so read the lengthy one from Arthur with more care than
usual.

Charles, apparently had not taken heed of his uncle's warning. In his
usual, rather blunt style of writing, Arthur informed his brother that one
of the local boys parents had discovered signs of blood on their son's
undergarments and under close questioning had revealed that Charles was the
cause. `I have confined Charles to the house pro tem, until a solution has
been arrived at', Arthur wrote.

Albert sighed deeply, shocked at the news, disappointed in Charles, feeling
sorry for the abused boy, and even feeling sorry for his brother. The last
paragraph of the letter however made him sit up.

`I am asking you, dearest brother,' the letter concluded, `If you are in a
position to take Charles to live with you for a time until the commotion
has died down.'

Albert's heart missed a beat as he thought about he and Charles living
together and what a delightful prospect it was. Moving across to the
writing desk, he got as far as putting pen to paper when he paused. This
was the moment he had been dreading for weeks: he was being forced into
making a decision he had put off for far too long. Surprising even himself,
the choice was easily made, and with a flourish, picked the pen up and
commenced to write:

My Dearest Brother, I am truly sorry to hear of Charles' misdemeanours: I
did warn the boy of his behaviours, but I assume his emotions got the
better of him and led him down a path which would have been best
avoided. Both you and I know he can be a very passionate young man, and
once determined on an action will see it through heedless of the
consequences.

To have him live in my household would delight both myself and Miss
Primm. He is happy here and causes no problems at all. However, I feel that
if he were exposed to the temptations that life in a big city offers, no
matter how closely he is supervised, he will find a way to take advantage
of them. You and I are both aware of the ease with which boys of a certain
disposition may be led astray and I don't think Charles would be averse to
it. It is with deep regret therefore, and after long consideration I feel
that his presence here would do more harm than good to the child.

May I suggest that he is sent to a boarding school for a while, until he
learns to control his urges? I believe the one you and I attended is still
functioning and would suit our needs admirably. At the risk of stirring up
old memories, as we both know the school will tolerate certain activities
if kept within bounds, but will also chastise those who transgress the
code. It may come hard to my nephew, but I feel the regime will do him good
and establish a mode of conduct more becoming in him.

I look forward to seeing you in the not too distant future, Yours etc.

Albert re-read the letter several times, each time becoming more convinced
that he was doing the best thing for Charles and bitterly regretting having
to recommend it.

There was only one more task he had to perform to ensure his style of life
changed to a more stable, acceptable one.

Searching Miss Primm out, he sat her down at the kitchen table and
explained that young Charles would no longer be visiting on such a regular
basis as he was being sent away to boarding school.

"The best place for him," she smiled. "He is a clever young man and needs
proper edification in a place with other boys of similar talents."

Miss Primm looked at her master, concern showing on her face.

"And what of yourself? You will miss him sorely if I am not mistaken."  "I
will, Primm. I will. But I have decided on a course of action which may
hopefully satisfy me, but will displease your good self."

"And what may that be?" she asked, lips pressed firmly together.

"I intend to ask Edward if he will become my ward, and live in the house
with me as a a member of my family."

For the first time in his memory, Miss Primm burst into laughter and stared
at Albert, tears running down her cheeks.

"Why bless me sir, it's taken you long enough to make your mind up. I think
it's an excellent notion and I welcome it. I thought for a moment you were
going to close the house down and live on the estate."

"You mean, you mean ..." Lord Batchelor was speechless.

"I raised you and your brother from babies, remember, and there is precious
little I don't know about the pair of you. I think it was a mistake for
Lord Biggun to marry in the first place, but he has produced a fine son and
heir, thanks be to God, even though he seems to have inherited a family
tray."

Taking a pause to wipe away the tears, she went on, "You never married,
which was the right choice, but you still need companionship and I think
Edward will be an ideal one. He will be the son you never had. And the
activities you get up to when you are alone are no concern of mine."

"But you knew?" Albert blushed. "And never said anything?"

"What's to say? You kept your private things to yourself and were the soul
of discretionary always. My only wish is that now the house will become a
family home and you will let an old lady get on with her work unmolested."

Chapter 10.

It took Albert several hours to overcome the shock, hours spent not only
thinking how much his life had changed in just a few short hours, but also
at the amazing Miss Primm who had shown herself to be a most devoted
servant, a friend almost, with an understanding of the frailties of human
nature far beyond his.

He was still not quite himself when the familiar ring on the front door
bell informed him that Edward had arrived. Taking a deep breath, he opened
the door and led Edward straight into the library much to his surprise and
consternation.

"Before we commence our `lesson', Albert started, "I have something to tell
you which may cause you to leave my house straightaway, or remain. The
choice will be yours."

Edward was taken aback at hearing this, and Albert watched his face change
from surprise to shock and then puzzlement.

"Wha, wha .. is it milord. `As I done sommat wrong? What you gonna say?"

Edward was twisting his cap in his hand, tears only a breath away.

"Listen carefully to what I have to say. And then say nothing until you
have thought about it: take your time and consider all aspects of my offer
before you decide."

Biting his lip in apprehension, Edward nodded.

"I have decided that I would like you to come here and live as a member of
my family. To make you my ward."

"To live `ere, wiv you in this great `ouse? For ever? Why?"

"I think you know why, Edward. And it would be for ever as far as I am
concerned, that's why I would like you to become my ward."

"A ward? Wot's a `ward'? The only wards I ever `eard of works in jails and
madhouses and such. An' I ain't gonna be one o' those."

"They're wardens, not wards," Albert laughed. "If you become my ward, it
means that I am responsible for you. For your education, clothing, feeding
and such like."

"Like you was my father then?"

"Sort of, but I can't adopt you properly because I don't have a
wife. Making you my ward is the next best thing; it means we are tied
together until you come of age."

"What, 21? You means you will `ave me until I's twenny-one?"

"Yes, if that is what you wish. Now if you have no more questions, I will
wait until you have made your mind up."

"I ain't gotta fink - think - Guv. If yous means wot I thinks you means,
then I'll do it gladly."

Then he paused as a thought struck him. "It don't mean we gotta stop doin'
stuff do it? `Cause if'n it does then I ain't interested."

"No, it doesn't. But you will have a room of your own of course."

Screwing his eyes up, Edward looked at Albert strangely, then said quietly,
"Yous serious aint'cha? You ain't takin' the piss - err - makin' fun o' me
are you?"

"Come here a moment," Albert said.

Edward approached Albert nervously. Taking the boy in his arms, he kissed
him deeply and ran his hands through his hair.

"Now are you convinced?" he said hoarsely.

Edward nodded, unsmiling, and returned the kiss. "Now can we go upstairs?"
he whispered. "I got a lot to fink about and I finks better in bed."

Laying comfortably in the bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, Albert
could almost see the wheels turning in Edward's mind.

"D'ya know something," Edward mused. "This room's bigger'n my whole
house. I'll get lost in this `un sure as eggs is eggs!"  "Talking of
houses," Albert said. "What about your mother? Will she agree to your
coming to live here? After all, she will be losing a very attractive son."

"She'll agree OK," Edward said. "She's been `inting for ages that I aughta
find a berth for meself somewhere else. There's a new man in `er life and I
get's in the way a bit I think!"

Within a week everything was settled to the satisfaction of all concerned
and Edward had moved in to his new home. The room he was given was rarely
used, the pair still electing to share their bed and bodies whenever the
fancy took them. Miss Primm too, was perfectly content, now having another
young man in her household to take care of and cherish, much as she had
done for Lords Albert and Arthur not so many years ago.

On their first night together, Edward and Albert celebrated their new
relationship just as you might expect, together and harmoniously. Just as
Edward was about to drift off to sleep in the early hours, he turned his
shining face up to Albert's and whispered, "I've just remembered when my
birthday is."


"When?" Albert replied.


"Today. I got's `em all at once!"


The End.

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