Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2011 12:01:27 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "My Father's Son, Part One"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

++++Hey you kids, under 18 peeking in.  I see you.  Please say a polite
goodbye and leave.  Of course you may return when you reach that magic age
of ...my...consent.


Since both Lady Clarice and the Baronet died in that dreadful attack by those
dastardly highwaymen, I have remained at the manor under the watchful eye of
Wilson, our butler.

Although I know nothing of Wilson's personal life, I can only judge him as I see
him.  Wilson is a strong chap of forty and five.  His bearing rivals any aristocrat
and he is the handsomest of mien.

Besides Wilson, my mum's youngest brother, Hon. Lackly Norman visits me
once a month.   He is also very handsome, but in a different way.  His devilish
chin whiskers and glinting dark ways offer an aspect of dark warmth and
merriment at the same time. Those visits are strange.  We meet in my bedroom
and he asks me to undress.  He carefully checks my fifteen year old body for any
abnormalities.  When he finishes, he seems quite wan from the task and his face
is often flaming red and perspired.

I love Uncle Lackly and often find that my member stiffens when I think about
him whilst falling asleep.  I confess that I have culled up imagines of him without
his trousers and underwear,  and...oh I must not become too inflamed as Wilson
is now calling me.

"Blake, the tutor has arrived and awaits you in the study.  I'll set out milk and
cookies to sustain you during your lesson."

My old teacher has recently announced that he is retiring from his profession and
deems me so proficient in Greek and Latin that I will easily gain admission to
Oxford in spite of my tender age.   I look forward to being with lads my own age
as I feel intense curiosity about them.

Later that day Uncle made an unexpected visit and he was closeted with Wilson
in the library.  As is my custom I listened at the door.  Without this vice, I might
never know what was happening at Sandibog, the estate.

I heard him say, "My late brother in law had a secret liaison with a servant of
mine."

"Ah," was all Wilson said, obviously wetly enjoying this piece of family bastardy.

"The result was a baby boy whom she reared in London.  The lad is now sixteen
and his mother asks that I act was his protector and see to his education as a
gentleman.  I met the boy for the first time yesterday when his mother brought
him to me.  He is quite the image of the Baronet, tall, blond with the same
aristocratic nose, and named John after his father."

"What are your plans, sir."

"I propose to install him here at Sandibog.  He can be a companion for young
Blake.  He's a bit rough from his rearing in the back streets of Soho, but lively and
intelligent.  They will learn from each other."

My heart lept with joy.  I shall have someone to share the hours with, as I learn
about his life and test myself against him.  I sat there in great delight when
suddenly Uncle's voice called out, "Blake, you scamp, I know you are there
listening.  So you know all now.  Later today I will present your half brother to
you.  I'm sure he will be honored to be with you."

Then he turned to Wilson.  "Wilson, the boy is pretty.  What with those black
ringlets and pale skin, he not only resembles his beautiful late mother, but he
surpasses her in comeliness."

As I took my leave and began the long ascent up the three stair cases to the floor
that contained bedrooms, I began to feel a drowsiness and decided to take a short
nap before dinner.

As I rested I began to go over some of the strange things that had occurred the
last few weeks, at night.  Let me first tell you that a few years ago, when he was
younger and more able, my tutor took me on an educational train trip to north of
Scotland.  "It's 1850 lad, I wish you to see the far reaches of your country, the
most powerful in the world."

On this trip I encountered a high waterfall.  I was fascinated with the tumultuous
cascading of water down to a deep pool where it splashed raising small spouts.  I
mention this because I have dreamed of this waterfall lately.

Let me describe the circumstances of my dreams.  I am attired in my long
nightshirt and resting, asleep, on my back.  I seem to feel, or dream, that my
night dress is being raised exposing my naked lower half.  A delicious stroke
begins on my sex and I am moaning happily in sleep.  There is the waterfall and
suddenly I feel the rush of the fall, then later, my belly is being wiped with a
warm cloth and I fall into a profound sleep.

Now, my nap is suddenly over as a knock on my bedroom door wakes me.  It's
Wilson.  "Sir, I have behind me, your new brother and friend."

The door opened wide and Wilson stepped in and motioned and the person I
would call Johnnie to enter.  It was as though the sun broke out of a cloud.  His
bright blond hair entered the room and his ruddy complection and cheeky grin
announced his strong presence and character.

He walked briskly over to the bed that I was propped up upon and held out his
hand for a shake.  I grasped his hand and found it rough, but the feel seemed
intimate.

" e's a right fine looking person," he said, addressing his remark over his
shoulder at Wilson.  "Pretty as a girl and just as soft.  Say laddie, may your new
brother kiss you?"

I stuttered in confusion, but before a moment passed, he fastened his full mouth
against mine and kissed me soundly.  We both parted, breathing hard.

I caught a quick glimpse of Wilson, his hand pressed tightly against his rampant
organ that pushed out the silk of his breeches.  This was a potent moment, but
broken at last by John's merry laugh.  "Sweeter lips are not to be found in the
kingdom.  Oh how I shall like bein' here."  Then changing the subject quickly, he
said, "Mr. Butler, can you produce food for I am staved." and turning to me, he
said, "Our Uncle offers much of himself, but no food.  I am weak!"

Then comically he staggered over to a lounge chair and fell upon it, his feet
raised in the air.

I had a moment to appraise his attire.  They were of the order worn by our
grooms, heavy canvas trousers and a stripped cotton shirt missing several
buttons but affording a glimpse of his smooth, muscled chest.  My new friend
was a powerhouse of energy and projected strange rays of heat that were
affecting me mightily.  My mind suddenly wondered, "Where will he sleep?  In
my large bed, I hoped."  But I soon learned that his room would be next door.
There was a connecting passage door on the side of the fireplace and I hoped he
might avail himself of it at night.

Wilson was saying, "I'll speak to cook and have her set up a full service of tea
and buttered bread.

John grunted.  I think he was hoping for beer and fish and chips, still once the
food came, John and I had a pleasant time gobbling up the fare and slurping the
tea.  Wilson frown at us several times.

After tea we played skittles, then Wilson advised us that dinner would be in an
hour.  He turned to fix John in a stare and said, "Of course, as usual, as is our
custom, we dress for dinner."

John laughed.  "I dinna expect to be starkers."

I whispered to him that it would be formal dress clothes.  When he said almost
proudly that he didn't own any of those funny clothes, Wilson advised that he
would fit well in his late father's..  And so it came to be that we had a formal
dinner together. John looked for all the world like a young noble, but of course,
he speech was uncouth, but very manly.  Since I had been eating alone for so
long, it was exciting and I fear that I aped John and drank too many clarets.

He put a brotherly arm about me and helped me up the stairs.  When we got to
my bed chamber and stood by the large bed, he asked "Shall I strip you, lad?"
I drew myself up to my full height as best I could with the effects of the wine
befuddling me and said, "No, I shall do it me self," and fell upon the bed and
almost immediately the room seemed to disappear as I sunk into an early
bedtime.

I was conscious that John did undress me and I slept well into the first rays of the
morning light.  I might have continued sleeping but I heard the squeak of the
passage door.  This door had been cleverly designed to be part of the book shelf.
Through squinting eyes I saw John, wearing naught but underpants, making his
way stealthily on bare feet.

Immediately my breath began to deepen.  This was outstandingly exciting.  Soon
he stood beside my bed.  Oddly, I could hear his audible breath as well.  He
discerned that I was awake in spite of my feigning.

He began talking to me.  At the same time he stroked my cheek and smoothed
my hair.  It reduced me to a mass of sensation.  "Have you learned to pleasure a
boy?  I see that Wilson is an invert and certainly your Uncle, by my own
knowledge."

At those words I opened my eyes fully and half sat up.  "By your own
knowledge?  What do you mean."

"My Mum and me, we wuz poor as mice.  Her earnings from laundering hardly
fed us so I, at thirteen, began to bring in fine amounts of money."

"What was your work?"

"I labored in pleasuring kind gentlemen who rewarded me handsomely.  That
was how I met Uncle Lackly.  He was a frequent and generous patron."

"So he lied about how he met you.  You didn't come to his mansion with your
mother and reveal your origin."

He played with my lips, slightly inserting his finger inside.  Without thinking I
nursed it with my lips and tongue.  He patted my head.  "Good boy.  I will find a
something better for you to nourish.  But that lie was just to cover the long
relationship we had, the rest is true."

I began to rise.  "Perhaps I should bathe and get dressed.  Do you fancy a ride?"

He suddenly spoke sharply.  "Brother, first I am uncomfortable, stiff in my sex
and need relief.  I suppose with Wilson or Uncle, you have learned how."

"I know not of what you speak."  But of course I had dreamed of this.

In a moment pulled his underclothes down and stepped forward, his pronk
standing out stiff.  He reached behind my head and pulled me toward the organ
that was leaping and shaking.  It entered my lips.  Immediately I fell to suckling it
as if I was born to the task.  It was delicious.  The process of sucking was thrilling
and I could taste his boy honey leaking onto my taste bud which inflamed me
further.

I heard him chuckling.  "Slow dear.  It's already all yours.  Enjoy yourself as long
as you wish."  But then I felt him stiffen and he spoke to me with difficulty.  "Oh
beautiful boy, you have me beyond control.  I will soon bathe you with my
spunk.  Be ready...oh...oh."

I swallowed tasty offerings from the head of his prick and gulped greedily.  He
was so overcome that he fell across me, his body still producing a fucking
motion.

(Unbeknowing to me, the curious Wilson heard all before he slipped away.)

John asked me if I spunked with him.  With I told him that I hadn't and was in
some distress, he said, "Your problem is solved.  Though I have fucked many
older ladies for money and my enjoyment, I am also a bum boy.  Now you may
use my ability to solve your problem."  He turned facing the room and affording
me a good look at his beautiful arse, smooth and silky.

End of part one