Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 10:51:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: Writersparody@aol.com
Subject: Making it with Sir Hubert

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Making it with Sir Hubert


Times were hard and I realized hard times meant stringent measures. During
a passive get-together with a pal who turned out to be my first lover, he
hinted  that if ever I got hard up I could always rent my body, because I had
it all.

Well he was speaking from experience because he had well and truly lavished
 me in a manner to which I soon became accustomed.

His name was Marshall, a Canadian living in England at the time and we had
six good riveting months together - to the extent that, if ever I had
doubts  about my leaning, they were soon rectified with Marshall who was a lovely
guy, a  guy I miss so very much, but he had to go his way and I had to go
mine, he went  back to his homeland and I stayed in mine.

There was not much doing since Marshall made tracks and I was left in a
sort of kerfuffle, not knowing which way to go, and when I lost my job as a
catering manager at a defunct store I was like a little boy lost, although I
was  then twenty years old.

And there was no Marshall I could turn to. Perhaps I should have gone all
out to find myself another lover, but I knew Marshall would be a hard act to
 follow; and anyway, I felt I was not ready for another close encounter of
the  homosexual kind.

But needs must and I had to do something to restore a comfortable life,
which got me to thinking what Marshall had said or rather, hinted - and the
thought of making some money in doing something I enjoyed anyway, was a good
initiative.

I figured it would be okay if I stuck to guys I fancied rather than any old
 Tom, Dick or Harry. I am not snobbish but I do think of myself as a
cultured guy  and feel that which I have to offer is good quality merchandise.
Marshall  assured me of that in constantly complimenting me about my stature
and  deportment, my very attractive charisma that could drive any gay guy to
raptures  of torment - his words not mine, but enough said to give me the
confidence I  needed to partake in my brand new venture.  With that in mind I
was soon  lured into a transition of a completely new direction which would
get me over my  present descending demeanor and direct me to the kind of life
to which Marshall  had given me, with all his wining and dining and drives
in the country; to his  small log cabin in the Lake Distinct where we had
many scrumptious and  delightful episodes of sheer demeanor - he loved to buy
me new clothes and  anything I wanted. I felt like a kept lover but he
assured me that was not his  intention - and when finally we had to part, he left
me a good bounty to see me  through for a year or  so.

He said that after I had used that he was sure I would like to be
independent and make my own way in life. Perhaps find myself a brand new lover  with
who I could share a wonderful new adventure, just like the one in which we
had partaken.

But six months gone since Marshall and I were spent to the limit, I was
very extravagant with my needs and I was ultimately broke and wanting.

But Marshall had even thought of my future welfare when he left me with a
couple of calling cards with contact numbers of wealthy political friends;
"Just in case you take up my hint" I remember him saying upon his
departure -  when I saw him off at Heathrow airport after that last ravishing night,
when I  felt he was still so warmly and pleasantly inside me - a feeling I
wanted to  last  forever.

I thought a lot about what Marshall had said; that people in government
would b prepared to pay high rewards for absolute discretion, because of the
sensitivity of what they did, that if anything defamatory was to come out
about  their private behavior - that they were cheating on their wives and so
forth  -  they would lose their jobs and their careers.

I was okay with that. And I did feel that guys who had reached such a high
grade in their lives were not like the lower grade who would sell their
mother  for a grand. Generally I imagined they were good clean respectable
people who  just wanted a quiet fling and I was a happy to give that, to the
right person of  course.

The name Sir Hubert Mansfield looked respectable enough and I knew any
friend of  Marshall's would be good for me, when I telephoned him and
introduced myself, and we got over the primaries exchanging mews about Marshall  and
how we met and everything, he said he would very much like to meet me, that
 when could I make it. He seemed eager and I said I could come anytime. So
he  fixed a date for the following evening, he said he would pick me up at
the clock  tower in my village, which he thought would be best.

Although his name didn't ring a bell; as soon as I saw him peering and
waving through the driving window of his car, I'd seen him on TV at some  time.

I made ways to where the car was parked and said who I was.

"Hello Alex, it is so jolly nice to meet you, get in." He spoke with a
very  refined posh English accent but felt immediately comfortable with him and
his  charming manner.

"If you don't mind Alex I have booked a motel room for the evening just so
 that we could become acquainted okay, and in the envelope under the panel
on  your side is something which I hope you will approve."

I opened it and counted twenty crisp twenty pound notes and immediately
knew that all my worries were in the past.

"I would want that to cover your complete discretion of course, dear boy"
he said glancing at me with a friendly smile and I really felt I could
easily  respond to this guy's needs. He was in his early fifties I imagined,
looking  very distinguished with greying heavy and heavy eyebrows.

I immediately felt able to converse easily with him saying; "I guess being
a politician of your caliber is a very strenuous and demanding  occupation?"

"You are certainly correct in saying that, But just between you and me, I
am just another guy you met somewhere okay. I need a release from what I do
sure  enough; it is a compelling job indeed, a job that one is unable to
please all. I  need release, and that's where you come in, It is as if Marshall
knew how I felt  and it is a delight to know you. I would have found it
terribly awkward to meet  someone like you via the usual outlets on the web -
it is far better for such an  arrangement, shall we say, to come via
recommendation."

On the remaining journey we exchanged information about my life and where I
 stood right now. He was delighted that I was presently  unattached and I
had no other clients, I explained the situation and how Marshall and I were
so  close, how sad it was for me when he left, but it was the best th9ihg
for him to  do and now I was ready to help myself become independent,

"We could strike up something regular maybe, Alex. See how it goes Huh?
After all you make not be chemically attracted  to me, that is how they put
it don't' they? But it need just to be a casual thing Alex. I am attracted
to  you, you look a nice boy and if you were with Marshall I know he would
befriend  only the best, if you know what mean?"

I replied that I did, I told him how it was with Marshall and how we
clicked from the beginning.

"He was some guy - and even now I feel his warmth with me"

"That is such a nice thing to say. I do think he was crazy thought o leave
you behind. He had often spoken about you during our occasional
conversations,  and being of equal leaning he did tell me a few more intimate things.
He told me  it was you who made him realize he was bisexual as am I and what
a wonderful  lover you were, and the complete diversion from a heterosexual
relationship  which had somehow become stagnant with a girl who had seemed
to go off the  heat."

"That was Nancy, his partner" I interrupted, "he told me about her and how
 she wanted to make love by numbers and always on a Saturday."

"Really?"

"Yes, he said it was no  fun anymore, that she wanted to be the  dominant
partner which sort of clashed with his aspirations, but all that was
resolved with us, and the obedience I offered of his demands."

There was I giving more information than I should have, but that is how it
was with Huby (that's what he asked me to call him) I felt instantly at
ease  with him.

"So that is how you like it, Alex" he said as we drove into the motel car
parking area.

"You must be the guy in my fantasies exactly; I know we shall get on
perfectly."

He looked delighted and just the smooth touch on my thigh as he opened his
door said everything. I felt already very attracted to his guy and knew I
could  easily do the honors for him with complete ease.

When we got settled he said for me to make some coffee and already taking
the obedient stance I replied: "Yes Sir, will do that immediately" and made
for  the kitchenette where there was a tray with all the beverages one
would  want.

"Not Sir!" he ordered with a sharp tone of voice, I told you, call me
Huby!"

"I guess you were dubbed by the queen, Huby?" I asked feeling somewhat
humbled in his presence because of his title I guess.

He laughed and mattered mischievously that soon I would also be dubbed, not
 by but as a Queen.

It took me a while to understand what he meant but then of course it was
another way of assuming I was taker and he the giver.

I remembered with Marshall there was one time he said he would like to try
it, but it was unsuccessful because I couldn't maintain a descent erection,
so  we came to an agreement that, when he was in that mood, I would see to
him with  a dildo, which I found was rather nice. Then later he purchased an
anal vibrator  which we occasionally shared and that was an altogether
lovely experience when  we could both simultaneously partake and delight in a
beautifully soothing  genital  massage.

But I knew at the same time that my true leaning was to take the `queen'
part and if Huby meant what I th0ought he meant I would look forward to
being  `knighted' by him.

We shared coffee and talked some more. He was so nice. He was a real
gentleman. He said he was married with two children but his wife suffered from a
uterus disorder which meant no amore sex, but it didn't seem to matter,
that  part of it because it was no longer exciting anyway.

He felt that some men feel they should take other diversions open to them -
 there was no harm done if it was carried out on just a private arrangement'
 I  told him how I felt, how Marshall had made all the difference to my
life.

"It does seem we are both at a loosened in our lives then Alex?" he said
looking straight at me in a very sexual way, which I liked very much. And
with  just a slight conjecture of movement I saw that his right hand was
touching  himself. It was really sensual to see him doing that, I can't explain
why - but  it was a turn on. I could see that he was well equipped with quite
a bulging  swell and, whether or not he realised my interest, he
immediately disrobed; laid  his clothes across an armchair, came and stood upright
before me perched on the  settee and said with a resounding voice;

"Well!?"

I was stuck for words. Huby was wonderfully sculptured for his age, a
wonderful slim body which immediately attracted me. I heard myself respond with
an eager; "I would love to, Huby." and that was to be the start of a
wonderful  new adventure...

"Nothing meant, Alex, but you had better go and clean up in the bathroom"
he said in a commanding voice. "And strip to the Adam's apple!" he
ordered. I'd  never heard that expression before but it fitted the occasion and I
did as I was  told.

But I had to spend a penny too and it was when I was perched on the toilet
seat that Huby came boldly in, his erection leading the way in a slightly
upward  stance that looked very stimulating.

But I was still wiping myself after a good passing and felt a little
awkward to say the least.

But Huby showed no awkwardness, in fact the opposite, and what he said
really made me blush because he suggested something that never Marshall would
have done.

"Stand and bend and I shall wipe you" he said - his voice quivering in an
excitable tone. I did, very gingerly at first, but his voice changed and
his  tone absolutely demanding.

"We need to make it presentable for what is to come" he said in a very
provocative way; and soon, placing a bowl of tepid fragranced water between my
 legs he bathed me there and made me feel special, feeling and squeezing
the suds  all over my hind and between.

"There, now we know you are spanking squeaky clean, Alex. You are really a
delight to behold and I shall have no qualm in lancing you to the quick!"

I must have looked puzzled because he smiled and told me he wanted to fuck
me to the hilt and from therein he would be base with me, because somehow
that  seemed always to suit the occasion.

I started to feel the need for him then; like I did for Marshall. But
different, It is awkward to explain but anyone who has had another intimate
relationship will know how I mean

But the electricity was strong and I could feel the eminence of this new
guy in my life. He'd washed and pampered me to his pleasure and I felt neat
and  clean and everything seemed as it should be.

He said for me (in that firm voice once more to seat myself back on the
toilet seat whilst he quite openly commenced to thoroughly wash himself in the
 sink, his esteem prominently leaning over the edge for a good soaking, the
 foreskin neatly stretched back as Huby washed very crook and cranny, I
sighed at  the size of it, It seemed bigger then Marshall's but thicker too. I
was thinking  and wondering how it would be and what sort of things he would
like doing  sexually. He'd already made it plain of course that he wanted
to fuck me but  what else. Maybe different ball games for defend people.. I
took a look-see to  gather how well hung he was and, again for his age he was
well placed and I  hoped I would be getting more of that in the most
sensual way.

"And now young Alex" he started as he wiped himself dry and placed himself
 conveniently standing between my legs, me still sat on the toilet seat. "
Now  suck me silly!"

His voice was deliberate and calculating - I felt the heat of him near to
my face and sensed the way it throbbed and danced.

"Touch It first, get the feel of it. You had better because you are going
to get an awful lot of it."

I touched it, gently at first but he demanded grasp it firmly and I did. I
felt it quiver in my hand and there was a lot of energy there, he prompted
me  then to rub and stroke and massage his balls while, at the same time,
sucking  him.

I was soon away again, in a beautifully enchanting trance as in my element
I tasted the taste of wonderfully hard cock again, and knowing then just
how  long it had been missed since Marshall inflamed me with his deep throaty
thrusts.

It was lovely, it felt right in my mouth and I tasted a saltiness which
somehow complimented the deep sucking and rolling with my tongue as I really
went for it, he whispered for me to suck him sideways, this way and that.
Asked  how it was as if I could answer him with a mouthful of gorgeous
unadulterated  throbbing cock inside. All I could do was nod ad when he started to
stretch back  his foreskin I sucked the nectar of his pre-cum, licked and
let it slide along  my tongue which I openly displayed for Huby's pleasure and
then for the next  five minutes or so I was quenched with the thrust of his
cock deep throating me,  something which I had got good practice with
Marshall, and it was a most  wonderfully stimulating mouth fuck for us both..

Reaching his peak he yelled he was almost there, stopped the thrusting
awhile and grasped the head of his cock in his hand, and then suddenly is
squirted like a volcano. I felt the sudden heat of his cum hit my mouth and he
urged me to suck him dry.

This was not a favorite of mine, Marshall knew that and always redirected
at the precise time and I was quite happy to wank off the residue into a
tissue.  But I had to be obedient, that is what he wanted so I closed my eyes
and went  for it. I swallowed and felt the stickiness enter my throat, with
that he hand  me a glass of water - he could no doubt guess I was struggling,
then he  stretched my mouth wide with the thumb on each finger and next
knew his mouth  was sucking my tongue and I was on fire with a huge ready
erection which he  could see could wait no longer for fulfillment. I grasped it
tight and wanked,  but he took over and completed the job for me, it was a
truly wonderful and a  real intimate experience, despite the reluctance to
swallow, I knew I would be  expected to do, the feel of his thumb stretching my
mouth wider was a measure of  what was to come, and soon his face was
in-between my crutch, and I was enjoying  the wonderful slow feel of his oral
delights about my privates and it felt so  wonderful and nice.

"You are beautiful and I can see what Marshall saw in you. I think it is
almost time to introduce you fully to the feel of it deep inside that very
fuckable ass of yours."

Huby said when we'd recovered from that first session in the bathroom. But
when he was saying those things I felt the need for him up me, I felt the
surge  of sensual tingles and hungered for the feel of that so wonderful
primed cock  enter my being.

If it fucked as good as it tasted I would be happy to serve him anytime,
and suck his cream too, it felt so good after it had happened, not at all as
repugnant as first imagined. It was something I had done for this great guy
who  played me right, I felt I had served him well and still it wasn't
over, now the  fuck that would make it complete...

We had some nosh still in out birthday suits. Spaghetti bolognaise was a on
 the menu and Huby was teasing me with the way he sucked the spaghetti into
his  mouth in a very suggestive stance.

He said that next time he would want to play role play and do all those
things with food, like straw berried and dream and my mind boggled.

This was some real exiting guy I had warmed too and, of course, I knew that
 he was happy with me because he was talking about next time.

Beside the ready money I was more than happy to share those heavenly times
with my new found lover and I wanted for there to be no limitations. He
could  have me any way he wanted, I ached already for his fuck and hoped it
would be  soon...

He said for me to organise myself astride him, facing downwards. He added
that he loved to look and fuck. By taking this stance he could properly
prepare  me and enjoy me too, unlike when he was fucking bareback.

I loved the idea. It was a sheer joy to be simply all ass for him to really
 enjoy to his heart's content, just bending over him and waiting for his
unpredicted move was a thrill.

I soon got in position and heard him exude the sigh of content as I wiggled
 a little for his pleasure.

"Up a bit!" he ordered. He wanted me to plant my ass across his face and I
 was soon enjoying the feel of his mouth and tongue scrimmaging around, his
 fingers too stretching as his tongue sunk into my orifice and the light
slapping  too, making me feel so very warm and ready for his prime fuck.

"Now suck me and I shall you" he said and we were in our element, me bent
over so my mouth could easily reach that tower of strength wobbling before
me,

The taste of cock again was out of this world as I gave it a good firm
sucking. He was going some too and just the two of us alone enjoying the oral
delights of each other was heaven on earth..

Just the newness of this wonderful bonding was fantastic, a little
different from how it was with Marshall but equally, if not more  wonderful..

My mouth was full of his taste and my nostrils of his smell when he asked
me to shift once again, but this time in readiness for the waterloo, He soon
 oiled me up with plenty of rimming, I raise a bit so that he could enter
me  easily and soon at last I felt what I had been waiting for so much, the
warm and  soothing feel of that gorgeous extremity entering me so wonderfully,

Heaven again sheer heaven and he grasped my hind tight to enable a real
deep and strong fucking I shall always remember as the very first time with
Sir  Huby and many more to follow...

He also gave me a job as his chauffeur, he cunningly said that way there
would be no suspicions raised if anyone saw us in the same frame.

Anyway he had me bare backed next, which was equally as stimulating and he
had lovely delightful way of thrusting and pausing, then fucking again
until I  felt the warm spurt of his cum in plenty dribbling down my ass.