Limousine Part 8
by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com
Aaron and I had a few of those kink sessions after that first one, and he never ceased to amaze me as to how kinky he could be; I can say the same about my predecessor, who was the architect of all that harmless debauchery. I'm beginning to love my castle in Braemar, Scotland, not far from the Queen's (now the King's) summer residence at Balmoral Castle, and not only for the dungeon, but also for it's seemingly endless hallways that always lead to someplace interesting.
But there was one thing that I missed back in Newport; boating on the Atlantic. I'm not really into sailing, it's just too much work. I would much rather be in a power boat, preferably with outboard motors. Ever since I was a little boy, I have been fascinated by outboards, which are actually faster than inboard/outboards because they run at higher revs, thereby cranking out more horsepower and going faster. I recall a trip to Lake Placid, and while taking a boat ride on the lake, the captain pointed out compounds belonging to the rich and famous. For example, one compound belonged to singer Kate Smith, and it happened to be where she recorded "God Bless America". Then we came upon another compound, and the captain said it was the home of Mr. Kiekhaefer. That prompted a question to his guests, "What did Mr. Kiekhaefer manufacture?". No one said anything, so I chimed in, "Mercury Outboard Motors". The captain looked stunned and said, "In all my years of doing these tours, not one person has ever known the answer, until you came along, Bravo!". I was all smiles, until he told the story of Lake Placid's "Lady in the Lake". Mabel Smith Douglass took out a small boat to go rowing on Lake Placid in 1933, and was never seen again until 1963, when divers found her perfectly preserved body in 105 feet of water. The temperature at that depth kept her body in a state that looked like she was sleeping. Creepy, look it up!
One day, I was walking down one of the many hallways, filled with portraits of dead Ross relatives, coats of armor, and priceless Egyptian and Asian artifacts. I always walk on eggs thinking I'm going to accidentally knock over a priceless Ming Dynasty vase. I happened to come upon a set of heavily carved wooden pocket doors, depicting a scene of the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria crossing the Atlantic. I pulled on one of them, and being that they were so precisely balanced, the other slid open in unison. It was another library, but this one had a nautical theme. On the shelves were books by Melville, Mitchner, Cussler, and many others, and every one of them was regarding subjects related to the oceans, lakes, islands, or shipwrecks. A large fireplace dominated the room, and on the mantle stood a large scale model of the doomed Titanic. And above it an oil painting of a magnificent, modern Italian motor yacht, the biggest I've ever seen. I was mesmerized by both, especially the Titanic because I have been a member of the Titanic Historical Society since 1977, eight years before the ill-fated ship was discovered by Robert Ballard & Company. All of this intrigued me, so I rang for Aaron. Jordan answered, "Yes, Sir, what can I do for you?". I asked if he could please send Aaron to the Christopher Columbus room, not knowing what else to call it. He replied, "Very good, Sir!". Within minutes, my gorgeous manservant was there, and asked, "Is there something you need, Sir?", his broad chest heaving from obviously running up the grand staircase. "You didn't have to sprint up here, Aaron, but thanks for coming so quickly. I'm curious about this room".
"Ah, yes, Master Jeremy loved the sea, and he was fascinated with the story of the Titanic. He knew just about everything there was to know about the ship, the people on her, and the tragedy that befell it. He commissioned this room after seeing the engravings on the doors". He continued, "and he and I dove down to her at least 3 times with James Cameron in a submersible". My eyes were like saucers, then I said, "You what?". I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, then begin running down his cheeks, and he started to blush. He then said haltingly, "He loved the story so much, just seeing the look in his eyes as he looked out the viewing port was so precious; he was like a little boy". I grabbed the big Arian by the shoulders, looked into his tearful eyes and said, "You were in love with him". He dropped his head and sobbed, his broad shoulders heaving up and down as he mourned. I drew him close to me, and he buried his face in my chest, crying his beautiful blue eyes out. Then he stepped back, wiped his nose and said, "I'm sorry, Sir". To which I replied, "Don't be silly, you big beautiful man, crying is very cathartic; I am so, so sorry for your loss". Deep down inside of me, I knew that part of the reason I agreed to become Mr. Ross' heir, was so that I could be close to this amazing man. I could sense his devotion to his former patron, and I should have known he was expressing his love for him when he made love to me. I was sort of his lover by proxy, and that thought both pleased me and bothered me.
I led him by the hand back to my wing of the castle, and into my quarters. I asked Jordan to bring up a chilled bottle of Cristal champagne (I've graduated from Dom Perignon at this point), while Aaron composed himself in the bathroom. After Jordan left, I told Aaron to strip while I drew his bath, and said, "It's my turn to pamper you". He smiled and took off his clothes once the tub was filled with fragrant bathwater, then he lowered himself down into it as I poured us both a glass of champagne. He sipped champagne as I massaged his neck, his huge trapezius muscles, his impressive deltoids and down his thick biceps. Then I brought my hands up and massaged his scalp as he laid his head back and looked up at me, smiling. I leaned in and kissed him sweetly on his soft, plump lips. When he was done relaxing in the tub, I held a large terry cloth robe and he dutifully put one arm in and then the other, tying it closed. I handed him his champagne and led him to the massage table, instructing him to take off the robe and lie face down on the table. I warmed the fragrant oil and then began massaging his beautiful body, starting at his neck and working up and down his massive back. His broad, bat-wing lats tapered down to his 32" waist, highlighting his V-shaped torso. I reached his perfectly formed gluteus maximus muscles, his butt cheeks, if you will. Lovingly caressing each one, and teasing his beautiful rosebud. I moved down each leg, massaging his horseshoe-shaped calf muscles and rubbing the bottoms of his feet with both thumbs. If his moans were any indication of my abilities as a masseur, I was doing a very good job. Then I got on the table, straddling him above the backs of his knees, once again massaging his buttocks. I spread his butt cheeks and gently used my index finger to enter his perfect pucker. My finger gently massaged his prostate gland, and he purred as I pressed on his G-spot. Then I slowly circled my finger inside his sphincter, slowly opening him up. My cock was hard and ready, so I touched my glans to his pucker, as I prepared to penetrate him.
I pressed inside and began slowly to make love to him. He moaned in delight as I slid my throbbing cock in and out of him. I knew his erection must be pulsating underneath him, so I reached under his waist and lifted him up to his hands and knees, and grasped it firmly with my right hand. At this point, I was breeding this human Hercules doggie-style, and stroking him to orgasm. I felt his orgasm building, which initiated mine. I shot my load into his rectum, and shuddered from the intensity. Aaron orgasmed almost simultaneously, shaking violently as his voluminous ejaculate shot out under him hitting the mirror on the facing wall. After we finished releasing, and while still penetrated by me, he came up on his knees, turned his head, and kissed me sweetly, saying, "We are one, Sir; I love you". I responded with, "I love you too, Aaron; I've loved you ever since you walked into the coffee shop". We disengaged, and he turned, still on his knees on the massage table, then we hugged as he buried his head on my shoulder.
We both went into the large exotic shower and put the setting on "Rain Forest", rinsing the oil and semen from our bodies, scrubbing each other alternately. As I was sponging his broad back, I said, "Aaron, you don't have to call me "Sir" anymore". He turned and said, "Sir, I've been in service for well over a decade, and addressing you in that way is valet protocol, reaching back for hundreds of years; so I must address you in that manner". I smiled broadly, and said, "Well, I actually enjoy it, so it's okay". He smiled at me, then pinched my butt. I jumped and said, "Is that protocol too?". His response was, "It is now!", as we laughed like a couple of naked little boys.
As we dried each other off, Aaron said, "Sir, would you like to see your yacht?". I raised my eyebrows and said, "My Yacht?". He said, "Yes, Sir, the one in the painting above the Titanic model". All I could say was, "Holy Shit!".
(to be continued)
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