The following story takes place in the late 19th Century in a time of money, excess and servants who served masters. The story will not dwell on the times, but having context is good.
This is a work of fiction, and as I know, there was no one of the character's surnames in New York Society at this time, and if there was or is it is not a reflection on them and is a complete work of fiction.
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Behind The Door Part 1
Johnathan padded down the narrow staircase that linked the upper rooms of the male servants to the family floor. The air was cold as New York moved into winter. Pausing at the door, he lightly tapped on the wood and heard the voice within. Entering into the large chamber with rich blue wallpaper, darkly coloured wood furniture and pictures depicting mythical scenes. A large wooden four-poster bed sat in the centre and dominated the room. Unlike much of the rest of the house with its light colours and feminine charm, this room screamed manly taste. Sat in a large armchair near the lite fire was Mr Maynard McGhee. He was dressed in a gold embroidered robe which hung open, exposing the thick thatch of black chest hair, which appeared almost to be linked to the thick black beard. Dark-set eyes looked over at Johnathan from under large eyebrows. A light smile was on his face as he sipped his Brandy. Johnathan was over dressed for the two, in his charcoal pants and white shirt, a plain robe over his shoulders. The room was much warmer than the corridor, and Johnathan enjoyed the warmth as he approached his master. Walking with a definitive stride, he bent down and kissed Maynard on the lips. The taste of a fine bourbon mixed with the cigar he had smoked earlier lingered on his breath. Johnathan felt his cock stir at the intimate touch of the two men.
No sooner had Johnathan's cock started to fill with blood than Maynard's hand groped at the front of Johnathan's pants. Not wearing any under garments, Johnathan's hard member jutted forward as Maynard gripped it through the fabric. Johnathan moaned as the two continued to kiss passionately, the man's hand grabbing at Johnathan's stiff member. Resting a hand on the arm of the chair, Johnathan reached into the fabric of the robe, and he found Maynard's own hard cock. Pushing the fabric to the side, the cock was released as wrapping his hand around the shaft, Johnathan pushed down, sliding his hand into the thick thatch of black hair.
With Johnathan's firm grip on his cock Maynard exhaled and placed his glass on the table next to him. Using both hands, he undid the buttons of Johnathan's pants, releasing the cock from the dark prison. Johnathan shook his legs and let the fabric fall to the ground. Now free, the cock bounced in the warm air under him and struck the cotton. Johnathan had broken the kiss as he stroked the cock in his hand. With his pants around his ankles, Johnathan knelt next to Maynard and bent over, taking the fat purple head into his mouth. With a hand on the back of Johnathan's head, Maynard gasped as the warmth of the mouth engulfed his cock head. Maynard ran his hand through the mass of curly brown hair as Johnathan began to suck on his cock. Bent over the side of the chair, he could look over to see the younger man's furry butt exposed. With one hand on his head encouraging Johnathan to suck his cock and take as much into his mouth, Maynard moved his hand down the man's back and to his beautiful butt. As Maynard stroked along the furry bum cheek, Johnathan moved his position, leaning further over as Maynard leaned into the side of the chair, reaching further back and letting his finger fall along Johnathan's crack. Maynard buried a finger between the two orbs and located the soft opening into Johnathan's ass. The young man pushed his ass up into the air to greet the invasion as a fingertip pushed into the hole. Moaning around the cock in his mouth, saliva running out the side and down the curve of Maynard's cock and wetting his mass of pubic hair.
No longer able to contain his own urges, Maynard placed a hand under Johnathan's chin, raising him up Maynard spoke.
"Enough of that"
Johnathan moved off the cock, which glistened in the light of the fire. Johnathan knew what Maynard liked and stood up, letting his cock jut from his body. The member hung in the air inviting Maynard to suck it. Throwing the fabric of his robe back and adjusting his position, having slipped down in the chair during his own blow job from Johnathan. Maynard gripped the base of Johnathan's rigid cock and popped the head into his mouth. The younger man's hard-on was firm, and Maynard could hang a towel from the stiff member. Johnathan let out the gasp expected as the cock went into his master's mouth. Maynard was an expert cock sucker, having sucked so many in the past. It was a favoured pastime of his. Johnathan stood there as Maynard twisted in his chair and sucked on his cock. The hand at his base would be removed from time to time as Maynard slid his mouth and throat along the length of Johnathan's member. At these moments, Johnathan would grasp Maynard's thick black hair and thrust in and out of the man's mouth. Maynard would choke and cough on the cock, pulling back, grasping a breath and then returning to the cock and choking himself on it again. Whilst Maynard sucked and gagged himself on Johnathan's cock he would rub and stroke his own cock. In those breaks for breath Maynard would spit onto his hand or scoop up the saliva that hung between the two men and slicken his own cock. Maynard did not want to beat himself off too hard as he did not yet want to cum.
Johnathan, between encouraging Maynard to choke on his cock stripped off his robe, discarding it on the floor and undid his shirt and threw it onto a chair. Otherwise, he stood as though on duty, stroking the side of Maynard's face and on that moment when he wanted to grasp the back of Maynard's head and pushing his cock as deeply as it would go. Holding Maynard in place, he would thrust in and out of the back of Maynard's throat; the saliva from the man's mouth would drool out the bottom of his mouth. Down Johnathan's shaft and along the lowest edge of his balls and fall to the floor. The older man would choke and cough around the cock and still want more. Johnathan could hold Maynard in place and thrust his cock deep into the mouth, his balls resting on Maynard's chin. Holding in place for several minutes as the man's eyes teared and the air in his body ran out. Breaking at the right moment before it became to overwhelming for Maynard. In those moments, Maynard would draw back a glint in his eye which was more than the tears which rolled out the side of his eyes from the near choking he received. Johnathan loved to observe the cock of Maynard in these moments at its hardest and to bounce freely in the air.
The room was warm, but as the two men continued to have sex, Johnathan could feel the sweat gather on his head and run down his back, along his spine and into his furry crack. Maynard went between stroking himself and Johnathan, along with sucking him. His Jaw tired a little after spending so long on the cock. Taking a break, Maynard sat back in his chair as Johnathan shucked out of his pants and stood naked. Extending a hand, he helped Maynard up, not that he needed it. Standing face to face, their cocks pointed at one another. Johnathan pushed back Maynard's robe, letting the heavy fabric garment fall to the floor.
Maynard was in his late forties, a large beard extended from his chin, and lower face, the blackness of it hinted at a Mediterranean heritage. Maynard was not fat but a large man. He had a belly, not a round extension but an inch or two hung over his waist. His body was covered in thick black hair, which ran onto his back and down his spine in patches at the shoulder and lower back. His nickname as the 'Black Bear from the West' was well earned by his appearance alone. The cock, not Johnathan's favourite part of his master's body, had a curved incline and thickness to it that made it look when hard smaller than it was. Maynard's butt was made of two solid round orbs covered in black hair, which would concentrate around the pink hole. Johnathan leaned in and kissed Maynard, as he was a few inches shorter than Johnathan; Maynard inclined his head up as Johnathan wrapped his arms around the thick neck and rested on the shoulders of a man. It was rumoured in the servant waters and across the city that Maynard started life as a riveter on the western railways. The two men kissed passionately. Maynard did nothing by half, and Johnathan matched his master and lovers' enthusiasm. As their bodies rubbed together, the cleanly shaven face was prickled by the beard of Maynard. Both men embraced before the fire a romantic story out of some illicit book of deviant sex. Maynard's cock rubbed against the mid shaft of Johnathan's that ran along the black hair of Maynard's stomach.
Johnathan ran his hands down the hairy back of Maynard and cupped the butt in both hands, pulling the cheeks apart as his fingers searched for the hole. Maynard shifted, and a fingertip ran along the opening to Maynard's anus. Maynard held Johnathan closer to him as their tongues explored each other's mouths. The men's nostrils flared as the heat in the room and between them rose. Droplets of moisture formed on both men's hair chests as they held each other close. Maynard's, with deeper darker trickier hair, took longer to become matted as they kissed, and Johnathan ran a finger back and forth his master's hole. The smaller Maynard, head tilted up slightly, kissed Johnathan whilst trying to lower himself onto the finger. Breaking the kiss for but a moment, Johnathan sucked on his middle finger coating it in saliva before returning it to the hole. Maynard shifted up and into Johnathan as he felt the finger enter him. It was tight and dry. Not enough moisture had been added as the finger entered him he relaxed into the feeling and returned both feet solidly to the floor as with one arm wrapped around his upper back and the other hands middle finger invading his hole. Maynard clutched at Johnathan and held him close as they kissed in the middle of his bedroom.
Maynard lay on the bed, one leg cocked up at a right angle to his body, the other lay beneath Johnathan, who crouched over the leg and had his hard cock pressed against Maynard's foot. Both his hands held Maynard's cheeks apart, and his tongue licked at the hole. With his face pressed between two furry cheeks, he tended to the hole as though it was the sweetest flower. Making sure the bud was moist and slick. His tongue dived into the hole as the fingers dug into the flesh on either side. Maynard cooed and gasped at the attention his hole was receiving. Whilst with his up-turned foot, he would flex it, eliciting a moan from Johnathan, whose cock was pressed against it. The Johnathan would strike Maynard's butt leaving a momentary mark but it was not hard nor too loud. Maynard pushed his hips up and butt back towards Johnathan, who continued his tongue assault on Maynard's hole.
Once the time was right, with both men's blood high and the fever between them could be contained no longer, Johnathan mounted Maynard. Moving his legs to between Maynard's, he positioned his hard cock head at the entrance of Maynard, spat several times onto the head and eased it into his master. Maynard grunted as his hole familiarised itself with the cock again. It was a smooth stoke into Maynard. The two had been together not two nights ago, and Maynard could accommodate Johnathan with ease. Having glided into Maynard, Johnathan moved position again, lowering himself onto Maynard, the back hair rubbing and mixing with the hair on Johnathan's chest as he slowly moved his hips back and forth. The cock slid in and out of Maynard's hole, and the man moaned his pleasure as he felt the young stud in and on him.
Maynard loved body contact, and Johnathan being taller than him, could cover the man's body with his as he slowly fucked him. The dick in his hole felt great as it moved back and forth; Maynard's own cock rubbed against the covers beneath him, the rough texture of the topper stimulating his cock head. The two men were locked in their embrace of lovemaking as Johnathan did not move at a great pace but slowly fucked Maynard. Their heads next to each other as wrapping his arms around Maynard's neck Johnathan pulled the older man's head back, his hand under the man's chin and beard as he rutted into him. Johnathan's breathing was getting heavier as he pushed in and withdrew from Maynard's inners. Between the two bodies, a slickness of their sweat allowed Johnathan to slide up and into Maynard, correcting his position allowed Johnathan to thrust deeper into Maynard and the sperm in his balls churned and longed for release. As his balls worked on the seed within. Johnathan's thrust became more poignant, and he thrust into Maynard each time the man tried to push back to meet the penetration. The cock of Johnathan would rub and hit the spot within Maynard that made his own cock twitch.
Pulling back away from Maynard, Johnathan extended a hand down and ran it along the hair ruffling it and rested the hand on the back of Maynard's neck, pushing the man into his bed as above him and forming two upper sides of a triangle. Johnathan ploughed into the base of the triangle made up of Maynard's body and willing hole. Maynard spoke encouragement into the sheets which covered his face. Slipping a hand between his sweaty body and the covers, he found his cock and stimulated it to full hardness. Pushing his butt up towards the slaps, which now cantered into his body. Gripping his cock Maynard jerked himself as Johnathan's breaths became more laboured. Turning his face, Maynard could look up as the sweat formed on the thick hair and a drop would fall. Johnathan's body glistened in the soft light of the electric lamps. Taking in the youthful body above him in all its glory, the soft hair that covered the man's chest. If Maynard had been able to look down, he would have seen as an equally soft small trail of brown hair disappears into the bush around Johnathan's cock. The same cock that was pitoning in and out of his hole.
Johnathan's pace quickened even more, and the noise of flesh on flesh became less pronounced as in his lust, he did not want his cock to leave too much of the warm hole it enjoyed so much. Johnathan let out a strangled noise, conscious never to make too much noise and released his millions of sperm into Maynard. As Johnathan held his cock deep into the bowels of Maynard, the man tossed himself off under the firm young body, his butt raised enough to let his hand stroke his cock and shot his own seed over the covers.