Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 20:51:17 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: His Grace, the Duke of Lincoln, Chapter 6

       			His Grace, the Duke of Lincoln

       I pulled away from him for a moment and looked into his eyes.  "Your
Grace, I'd be honored to accept your offer of employment as Head of
Security, as I believe you called it."  I bowed deeply, smiling from ear to
ear.

				 Chapter 6

	The big decision made, I called the embassy and spoke to my
commanding officer.  I told him I'd be in later in the week, but this call
with a follow-up letter would be my official notice that I'd be retiring
from the Marines at the end of my twenty years.  Of course, he tried to
talk me out of it, but I was firm in my decision.  I did let it slip (on
purpose) that I'd be paid 50% more than the Marines paid me.  He tried to
tell me that my room and board were free, but I knocked that down by adding
that my new employer was providing that as well.

	"You're absolutely sure about this, Sergeant Major?" he finally
sighed.

	"Yes, Sir, absolutely firm," I insisted.

	"I'll start the paperwork, then," he responded dejectedly.  "You
have additional leave you'll need to take, of course, but we'll discuss
your retirement when you return.  Are you absolutely sure, Derek?"

	I laughed.  "Yes, Sir.  I've never been more sure of anything in my
entire life."

	"I'll not mention this to anyone.  I'll leave that up to you to
tell your people," he allowed.

	"As soon as you start the paperwork, it'll be all over the
embassy," I smiled.

	"Probably true," my commander laughed.  "The grapevine is always
faster than official channels."

	"Yes, Sir, it is."

	An issue had been niggling in the back of my mind, nearly from the
time I first bedded the Duke.  How would this "issue" of the Duke and I fly
with his boys.  I needed to ask my new lover about that, but delicately.  I
didn't want to make a mess of things so early in my employment.

	But, he resolved the issue by bringing it up first.  "Derek," he
said that evening as we prepared for bed, "the boys need to be told
something about our, uh, situation."  I nodded, but didn't volunteer
anything.  Never volunteer had been my ironclad motto since I'd joined the
Marines.  I'd never regretted it.  I wasn't about to start making
exceptions now.  "They didn't come home for the summer, as you know, so
they'll be here for sure at Christmas.  They're old enough to guess the
truth, just by being near us.  And the sleeping arrangements won't go
unnoticed.  They're very observant these two."  Again, I nodded, saying
nothing.  This was his family, not mine.  Not yet, anyway.  "Perhaps, I
should ring up a psychologist friend.  I'm sure he'd know how to approach
this," he wondered aloud.

	"A wise decision," I blandly observed.  "Edward is 16 now?  And
Henry?"

	"Edward is nearly 17 and Henry is just 15," the Duke responded.
"Why?"

	"They may surprise you with their knowledge of such things."

	"Impossible!"

	"They're in the States and they're not children anymore.  Gays and
lesbians are pretty much out of the closet there," I pointed out.
"Television shows and movies talk about gay people all the time.  They
can't have missed it."

	"Hmm," he mused.

	"Talk to the psychologist.  He'll give you tips on what to say and
what to look for in their responses," I suggested.  "When were they here
last?"

	"They were here last at their spring or Easter break.  I'm not sure
what they call it."

	"And how much time did you spend with them, just the three of you?"

	"Well, we were seldom alone as there was so much going on then, so
many of their friends wished to see them.  There wasn't much time," Sir
Alex sighed.

	"Uh, there is no way to delicately bring this up, Alex, but I've
noticed how you check out some men and hardly ever look at the women.  The
boys may have picked up on that, too."

	"Hardly," he countered.  "They're boys."

	"Observant boys, Alex.  They are successors to the Lincoln
dynasty," I said.  "And at their ages, sex is probably constantly on their
minds.  I'm sure you remember how you were at that age."  The Duke smiled.
"You see!  They'll have wanted your approval on what they have seen as a
sexy young lady, and you were checking out her older brother, father, or
driver."

	"I'd never do such a thing!" he bristled.

	"Oh, please!  A little honesty here!  You nearly ate me alive at
the embassy."

	Alex smiled again, caught red-handed and red-faced.  "I'll allow
that it is possible," he finally agreed.

	"And while you're at it," I hesitated for a moment, "you might ask
the psychologist about how you should handle the additional baggage of me
being a 'person of color'.  That's not exactly part of your family
history."

	"I've never uttered a derogatory word about skin color, EVER!"

	"And do you think the boys haven't developed opinions about it?"

	"Well, I'm sure they have, but they wouldn't dare voice them if
they were negative."

	"That's exactly the point, Alex.  You can't know until you ask them
and find out how they feel about race.  That may be an even bigger issue,"
I concluded.

	"I can't believe this would be an issue," he began.  I started to
protest, but he raised a hand to stop me.  "But, I'll talk to them anyway;
just to be sure there is not and never will be an issue of that nature."

	If there was more forthcoming from the Home Office about our
"intruder", I didn't hear a word before I returned to my embassy duties.  I
was greeted at the door by one of my Marine guards who congratulated me on
my retirement.  News does travel fast as I knew it would.  Stepping inside,
I was asked to see my commanding officer at my earliest convenience.
Knowing that meant "immediately", I stowed my gear in a hallway closet and
went upstairs to see him.  He greeted me warmly, asked me to sit across the
desk from him.

	"Derek, are you sure of your decision?" he asked.

	"Yes, Sir!" I responded.

	"The Marines have been your life for 20 years.  Why give it up
now?"

	"The Corps has been good to me for those years, including this
embassy duty.  But, I can't ignore an opportunity as appealing as what the
Duke has offered me," I replied.  "I don't want to look back and wonder
what might have been were I not to take it."

	"I'm getting pressure from higher up to keep you, offer you
whatever you desire to stay in the Corps," my colonel sighed.  I shook my
head to the negative.  "Nothing?"

	"Sorry, Sir," I smiled.  "I can't think of a thing that could
dissuade me."

	With a heavy sigh, he smiled and looked squarely at me.  "Some
dust-up you had on the Duke's estate, eh, Sergeant Major?"

	"Nothing I couldn't handle, Sir."

	"Not a very nice man, I take it."

	"I know nothing about him, Sir," I said.  "He was an intruder with
apparent felonious conduct in his mind."

	"They haven't shared anything with you about this guy?"

	"Nothing, Sir."

	"Take a look at this, then," he suggested, spinning an open folder
around for me to look at.  "He has some questionable associates that the
Brits aren't very pleased about.  Nor are we," he added.

	I scanned the document.  The intruder had been in and out of
various terrorist training camps, spent short stints in numerous jails for
convictions of everything from gun running to robbery to assault and
battery.  Obviously, he wasn't a friend of the western democracies.  His
psychological profile suggested he was a severely disturbed man, easily
persuaded by others to do their bidding based on any rabid religious or
ultra-nationalist appeal.  He was a pawn.  The mastermind behind his deeds
was unclear, although there were several suggestions.  I'd never heard of
any of them.

	"An interesting background," I concluded, handing the document back
to the colonel.

	"This is all deep intel, Sergeant Major.  Not a word of this to
anyone.  I just wanted you to know who you were up against.  Keep your eye
on this guy if you plan on working for the Duke for the foreseeable
future," he frowned.  "It might be in your best interests to have the Duke
press the Home Office to keep a close eye on him, too.  Our 'friend'
doesn't take well to being thwarted on his missions."

	"I see, Sir."

	"Give me a call occasionally to see if we have developed any more
leads on his masters," the colonel allowed.  "This will be sub-rosa,
Sergeant Major."

	"Yes, Sir!"

	"Carry on, Sergeant.  Welcome back.  I'll tell the Pentagon that
you are firm in your decision.  Your final mustering out papers will be
here within the month."

	"Yes, Sir!"  I saluted and left his office.  I retrieved my gear
from the downstairs closet.  On the way back to my room, I ran into Captain
Montrose.

	"Welcome back!" he bubbled.  "How's the Duke?"

	"Better than you can imagine."

	"I can imagine pretty good."

	"Better than that even!" I laughed.

	"You got it bad for him, don't ya?"

	"Yeah, I suppose I do."

	"I know he's hot for you.  I can see it in his eyes.  Of course,
with your beautiful, black dick, who wouldn't?"

	"That's not all he sees in me."

	"Okay, your hot ass, too," he laughed.  I brushed his hand away
from my butt and smiled.

	"Hands off the merchandise, Captain.  This is reserved for His
Grace."

	"Exclusive now, are we?"

	"Yep."

	"Good for you, and congratulations, Man!  You deserve it."

	"Thanks, Trevor."  I gave him a chaste, but meaningful hug.  "It
means a lot coming from you."

	The colonel was good enough to give me weekend passes every weekend
until my official retirement to spend time with the Duke and his household.
Young Mr. Dunbar picked me up every Friday afternoon and delivered me back
to the embassy no later than midnight on Sunday.  Each weekend, I became
more familiar with the faces and names I'd need to know who belonged on the
estate, the tradesmen who serviced the estate, and a number of people in
his social circle.  Alex and I spent hours in bed on Friday and Saturday
night together, not always involved with sex, but mostly.  We did talk
about many things, including our future together.  It all swirled around me
until my official retirement on Wednesday, October 20.  On that day, I was
given an official retirement party with the entire staff (including the
Ambassador).  The Duke did not attend, saying it would be unseemly.
Appearances meant everything to the aristocracy.

	However, after the party, I was a free man.  With my last check and
vacation pay already in the bank, I gave Trevor a last, meaningful kiss and
left, not even looking back.  I walked straight out to the dark street
where Mr. Dunbar was waiting for me with the new Rolls Royce.  I knew it
was coming soon, but I was surprised to see it at the curb.  I smiled
broadly at him as he opened the rear door for me.  "Thank you, James."  He
took my gear and stowed it in the boot.  The smell of new leather washed
over me.  The quiet, plush surroundings encapsulated me.  Dashing around to
the front, Mr.  Dunbar slid into the driver's seat, glanced back at me and
smiled.

	"The car is beautiful, Mr. Dunbar," I grinned.  "Must have set the
Duke back a pretty penny."

       "I wouldn't know, Sir, but I'm sure he knew what he was doing when
he made the purchase."  I nodded in agreement.  Sir Alex was one of the
richest men in the world.  The money he put out for this amazing car
wouldn't be a rounding error in his annual income.  "We're so pleased that
you'll be joining us, Mr. Jackson.  You've made us all very happy,"
Mr. Dunbar added with a wink.

	"We?  Us?"

	"Yes, Sir.  The entire staff."

	"And what of you, Mr. Dunbar?"

	"Sir?"

	"You seem especially pleased to find another gay man in the Duke's
service."

	"Well, uh, yes, Sir.  I, uh, didn't know that you knew."

	"Gaydar, James.  Gaydar."  He looked perplexed.  "It's an American
term meaning that one gay man can spot another."

	He laughed.  "I suppose so, Sir.  But, you have me at a
disadvantage."

	"A little training, James, and you'll be as good at it as I am."

	"Yes, Sir," he agreed, but still unsure.  Instead of turning left
at the next intersection, the limousine turned right.

	"Not headed back to Berkshire?" I inquired.

	"No, Sir.  His Grace wanted to meet you at his club.  He said it
was too late to drive out to his country home," James smiled slyly.

	"Did he now?" I laughed.  "Something nefarious?"

	"I shouldn't think so, Sir," Mr. Dunbar grinned back over his
shoulder.

	I settled back into the luxurious seat and enjoyed the ride.  Ten
minutes later, we pulled up in front of the gentlemen's club to which the
Duke belonged.  James hustled around the rear door and opened it.  "The key
to his apartments, Sir," he said handing me a small key on a gold chain.
"You're expected."

	"Am I?" I answered warily.

	"Yes, Sir.  See you in the morning, Sir."

	"And stop calling me 'Sir'!" I laughed.  "I work for a living, just
like you, James."

	"Yes, Sir, uh, I mean, Mr. Jackson," he finally agreed.  The Duke
had made mention that people in his service were addressed by their
surnames, not their given names.  But, when the Duke was out of earshot,
they called each other whatever names added familiarity to their
friendships.

	"Derek would do nicely when the Duke isn't present," I suggest.

	"Thank you, Derek," he bowed.  "I look forward to working with
you."

	"Same here, James.  Good night."

	"Good night, Sir, uh, Derek."

	Habits are hard to break, and my habit of addressing someone by
their given name would be a tough one to break, too.  However, I was used
to titles (like sergeant and captain), so that wouldn't be too tough for
me.  If all else failed, I could always address the staff members by their
working titles, such as cook, butler, etc.

	I breezed by the wizened doorkeeper with barely a nod and headed
for the elevators.  Selecting the correct button for the Duke's floor, I
ascended alone.  At the Duke's apartments, I paused for a moment, unsure if
I should knock first.  But, with key in hand, I assumed I was supposed to
let myself in.  With the door closed behind me, I strode into the living
room.  The bedroom door was ajar.  "Alex?" I asked softly.

	"In the bedroom," I heard faintly.  Locking the door behind me, I
smiled and began tugging off my clothes.  Peeking around the partially
opened bedroom door, I spied him on the bed, on all fours, not a stitch of
clothing on.  Perfect!  For what I was about to do, I could take a little
more time with my clothes.  But soon, I would need to shed my pants.  My
dick was already hard and starting to leak.  This hard, it could be painful
if I didn't free it soon.  I pushed down my pants and underwear quickly.
Ah, instant relief!

	"Could I interest you in something in a size 10?" I whispered
hoarsely.

	"Indeed!" he squirmed and wiggled his ass.

	"I think I need to get the playground ready first," I smirked.  My
face dove between his spread cheeks and I tasted his hungry ass pucker.
"DAYUM!" I moaned.  "You taste so good!"  And his asshole did taste good.
It tasted vaguely of asshole, but also of the wonderful, slightly fragrant
soap that he liked to use.  The only thing that could make it better would
be the creamy taste of my load.

	Sir Alex slowly stroked his hard dick as I ate his eager ass.  I
slapped his hand away several times; afraid he'd nut before I got my dick
into him.  Clearly, we both needed this.  The more I ate his ass, the more
I wanted to eat it, and the more he moaned and encouraged me to drill my
tongue ever deeper.  My big hands spread his ass cheeks, so my face could
get deeper and my tongue probe farther up his love channel.  Eating out
this aristocrat's asshole proved that I was more of a butt pig than I
thought I'd ever be.  But, there was no one to discourage me, certainly not
Sir Alex.  I think he loved getting rimmed almost as much as he liked my
10" black snake seeding his deep, hungry ass.

	For the past ten minutes, Alex had been begging me to fuck him.  I
wanted to draw this out as long as possible, so the satisfaction of a huge
climax would overwhelm both of us at the same time.  But, I couldn't stop
my hips.  They were pumping in and out against the bed comforter that had
draped over the edge of the bed.  The stimulation would soon be too much.
Besides, my full nuts were about to burst and were starting to hurt.

	I got off my knees and pressed my leaking, steely dick against his
soaked manhole.  I held my breath and leaned slowly forward.  My manhood
slipped between his ass lips and slid easily inside.  My flared dickhead
stretched his hole and I pressed forward.  More inches of obsidian steel
disappeared into him.  The more that went into him, the more we moaned in
pleasure.  His hands slipped beneath us and cupped and stroked my tight
nuts.  One finger played with my asshole.  I tried to warn him that I'd nut
if he continued, but the croak he heard only encouraged him to work my
boiling nuts even harder.

	"I'm gonna cum!" I blathered.  "Take my load!"  My hands pulled
hard against his hips, drilling the lasting half inch of hard dick into
him, stretching his tunnel entrance even more.  I held on tightly, trying
to hold back the impending flood.  My dick jerked inside him and his ass
muscles clamped down tight.  His hips shuddered and his love tunnel gripped
me hungrily.

	"AH!" I heard him moan in staccato fashion.  "Fuck it outta me!" he
begged.  I tried to withdraw to slam my dick back in, but my cum dam had
breached and there was no possible way to hold back.  I bucked hard into
his upturned ass and seeded him hotly with a thick rope of my baby batter.
I thrust again and more juice sprayed his love tunnel walls.  I heard
several wet thumps, but was concentrating on seeding his ass instead of
wondering what that sound was.  My hips pumped resolutely, trying to seed
the man beneath me as deeply and often as I could.  The more I shot up his
ass, the higher my climax pleasure soared.  I'm sure I was bellowing like a
bull.  Alex's pleasures vocalized by repeatedly begging me to fuck him
harder and deeper.  Control wasn't something I had a great deal of, but my
hips were on automatic and I pumped and slammed his hole as fast and as
deeply as possible.

	Finally, I collapsed on his back and he eased down on to the
mattress, spread out completely beneath me.  My body shuddered as more
waves of pleasure ripped through me.  I know my dick was still firing by
the way it jerked.  My hips had slowed, but I was still fucking that hungry
tunnel.  I breathed hotly into his ear and kissed his neck.  We shuddered
in unison.

	"Sorry that I came so fast," I apologized.  "I didn't give you a
chance to get off."

	"I did!" he whispered.  "As you filled me up, I soaked the sheets
beneath us.  I didn't even have to touch my dick to do it.  You fucked it
out of me," he smiled dreamily.

	We stayed connected for another five minutes.  At that point, my
shrinking dick slipped from his well lubed and very well fucked ass.  We
cuddled for another five minutes before he got up and headed for the
shower.  He laughed when he pointed to the large soaked spot on the sheet
where he'd unloaded his nuts.  I crawled over to it and licked at it.  All
the creaminess was gone, but the taste was still there.  I'd have to be
sure to sample it directly from the source next time.

	I slipped into the shower with him and hugged him tightly to my
chest, his ass clenching as it tried to recapture my wilted dick.  I edged
down his back and squatted behind him.  Spreading his ass cheeks, I started
to eat him out again.  This time, I tasted a creamy load.  Yeah, this is
why I'm an ass pig!  He bent over farther and allowed me unencumbered
access to his delicious ass.  I slurped and licked until my knees hurt.  I
stood up and he turned around, insisting on sampling his ass and my load in
a fervent kiss.  He's such a good kisser that my knees nearly buckled.

	"Damn!  You're good!" I breathed hotly after we broke apart.  "You
knew exactly what I needed to celebrate my civilian status."

	"I think I got more out of this than you did," he grinned.  "I got
fucked and deeply received a huge load.  Hadn't you shot off since I saw
you on Sunday?"

	I shook my head to the negative.  "I wanted to be sure you'd get it
all.  It was a struggle, but I managed to hold off."

	"Did you have dinner?" he asked, changing the subject.

	"Too much food at the party, unless you mean your delicious ass," I
replied.  He laughed.  "Did you eat?"

	"Yes.  I knew you'd be well-fed and lubricated at your retirement
party, so I ate some time ago."

	"Let's go back to bed and have some dessert."

	"I'm sure you have something decadent in mind."

	"I do, Sir Alex," I leered at him.  We dried off and headed back to
the bedroom.

	"I don't think I ever thanked you properly for taking the security
position or taking down that brigand who tried to invade my country
estate," Alex smiled when we were facing each other in bed.  "Perhaps, I
could interest you in some of what I just got a few moments ago?"

	"I might be talked into it," I replied, immediately getting into
the proper position on all fours.

	"I see it took little persuasion," he smiled and knelt on the floor
behind me.  "Your ass is so wonderfully muscular, black, and eager," he
sighed as his tongue touched my rosebud.  My hands had already spread my
ass cheeks.  His lips closed over my pucker and his tongue darted inside.
I relaxed as best I could and enjoyed his lingual stimulations.  Pushing
back against his face, I spread my butt as far as I could, reveling in the
pleasure this wonderful man gave me.  I couldn't get enough, and I told him
so.

	But, as I had done to him, he delayed giving me satisfaction by
withholding his thick, long dick up my ass.  However, I was more than
willing to settle for the best rim job I'd ever had from any man.  It
seemed to me that the Duke was getting better each time he put his lips
against my ass lips.  I could get used to this, I thought, moaning like a
cheap whore.  And he was paying ME to have sex and provide security.  Okay,
providing security was what I was hired to do.  The sex was a "fringe
benefit."  Some fringe!

	After what seemed like an eternity (probably less than ten
minutes), he rose from his kneeling position and pushed his hard dick
against my very wet back door.  I sighed and pushed back, impaling myself
on his swollen member.  I chewed with my ass muscles and swallowed him
whole.  His hands pulled my ass into his hips and held on.  I did my best
to work my ass muscles.  I needed his load more than I needed to get
fucked.  He was hoping to get both.  But, with a strangled cry, he speared
me hard and jerked.  I felt his big dick jerk inside me, the big head
swelling even more.  Warmth spread into me that made me smile and clamp
down on his sprayed manhood.

	I grabbed his ass with both hands and held him tightly against my
thirsty asshole.  His hips continued to buck, pushing hard to get deeper as
more cum sprayed into me.  I couldn't get enough, even though I felt six
hard jerks inside me.  I knew he was filling me up GOOD!

	My ass muscles continued to chew on his dick as he climaxed.  But,
too much of a good thing made him laugh and pull out.  I turned immediately
and claimed the creamy head with my lips and rammed three more inches into
my mouth.  The taste of cum and ass nearly made me swoon.  He tastes so
good!  He pulled away again, laughing.  "That's too tender!" he exclaimed.
I stood on my knees and started to lick his nipples.  "Stop!" he laughed
again.  "Too much!"

	I rolled on to my back and pulled my knees into my chest.
"Interested?" I beckoned.

	"Always!" he responded.  Alex pushed my legs harder into my chest
and started eating me out.  As deeply as he'd shot his load, I doubted that
he'd get much of his sperm from me.  But, he was slurping at my ass like he
found something he liked.  All those piggy sounds weren't just sound
effects.

	"Turn around," I directed.  We got into a 69 position and ate ass
for the next ten minutes.  I detoured a couple of times and sucked the last
dribbles of cum from his wilted and less sensitive dick.

	Finally, we parted and lay next to each other.  We kissed, sharing
my ass and his cum flavors.  The more we kissed, the harder my dick got.
He grabbed at it and said that we shouldn't waste it.  So, I mounted him
again.  This time, it was real love-making.  Face to face, I fucked him on
his back.  We kissed tenderly, only increasing the rhythm as mutually
necessary.  I slapped his hand away when he tried to jack in tempo with my
fucking.  "I'll suck you off as I cum inside you," I promised.

	"That's a promise I'll hold you to."

	"And if I should break it?"

	"I guess I'll have to fuck you again."

	"Not much of an incentive," I smiled down at him.  "I win either
way."

	"You win no matter what we do, Derek, and so do I."


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