Date: Sun, 2 May 2010 15:56:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Two Grooms and a Young Lord, Part Five"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

I had a moment of doubt.  What right had a poor, uneducated stable boy have
to violate the tender anus of a high born lad.  My mind was in turmoil but
my rapidly rising passion overcame any further delays.

I put the head of my cock against his pale pink, hairless, soft puckered
hole.  He shuddered in dread.  I reached out and touched his pretty male
nipple.  I could see his face relax a bit and I felt that aristocratic tit
harden and erect as would another stable boy's.  Erection is the final
equalizer, isn't it?

He was breathing short shallow breaths.  I saw the squinched face.  He boy
was terrified.  I frozen in my current position, but then, to my amazement
he wantonly thrust his perfect bottom forward pushing my stiff member part
way into the steaming hot passageway.  He grunted, feeling a little
pleasure, I hoped.

I touched his tender cheek, damp with tears and sweat, "Shall I continue
Jamie?"

That was the first time I called him by that name.  It would forever become
my fuck name for him.

"Yes dearest.  I trust you."

I slid in, inch by inch.  Each time I experienced waves of delicious
pleasure, but I tried to ignore them, concentrating on Jamie.  Each inch
had its effect on him.  He was almost bathed in sweat, his face was piteous
, a tear was rolling down his fine cheek.  I screwed up my resolve and
continued, finally my pubic hair was tickling his arse cheeks.

"I am totally inside you.  You are mine," I whispered hotly.

He opened his eyes and fixed me with them.  "Yes, I am yours."

I pulled back slightly, then slowly submerged my member.  He smiled
slightly.  I did it again.  My mind was whirling with sexual pleasure, but
I was concerned with my master.  He cooed at the second time.  Then the
third, and this time he pushed his hips toward me and jiggled them as an
order to proceed vigorously.  I was gasping with pleasure and the dear boy
stroked my cheek to pacify me.

How different this experience was from that with the odious Mr. Ward.  His
body was surprisingly fit, but his odor was sour and his arse passage with
stiff and rough and unwelcoming.  Jamie was soft, yielding, and at time
saucy.  Just now he thrust forward firmly several times and almost caused
me to succumb to an orgasm.

He was able to speak now, but it was raspy and breathless.  "Rut with me.
Forget I am your master.  I wish to be a whore for the time."

That was all I needed to hear.  This aristocrat, the living "Blue Boy" was
mine for the enjoyment and I would do it.  I began thrusting, giving way to
my strong need to fuck like a man.  He seemed to love it by his cries of
"brave George."

Soon we both lost our sense of self.  We had become one animal with four
legs.  Our cries were a duet of passion and one that reached such a pitch
that it could not be sustained without madness.  Jamie called that he was
peaking and I was growing stiffer and longer preparing for my own climax.

I saw Jamie's prick seeming to pull within it self and then length and a
long stream of noble offering splashed on his chin.  His arse hole quivered
and pulled in and out with his ejaculation and it masturbated me into my
finally giving way to heavy streams of cum rushing into his insides.  We
clung together like orphans in a storm as our orgasms raged.

Minutes later we were smiles and kisses.  We openly professed our love for
each other as I began to reassume my role of valet.  "I will draw your
bath, sir."

"And you will join me in the tub."

We laughed like kids in that tub and emerged sweet smelling and ready for
sleep.  "You will sleep with me tonight," Jamie said.  This is like our
wedding night.

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We lived in happiness thereafter.  James decided to sell the estate.  After
the Duke died, it was too much of a effort to manage it.  Mr. Ward went
with the new owners, and my old friend and groom stayed as well.

We moved to the three story city house in London.  James engaged a tutor
for me.  In one year I was writing in a fine hand and reading books for his
library.  Gradually I became more than a valet as I learned to keep the
house books and manage the staff.  This poor orphan now had a brother,
father and mother in James and the future looked wondereful.

End of story