The King's Favorite
By Bald Hairy Man.
This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
George was a beautiful boy and an even more beautiful man. It's odd to call a man beautiful, but that is the only word that described him. He was every inch a man, aggressive, randy, rowdy as well as daring, dashing and brave. He was a joy to be with.
I am Ralph, his man servant. I was a few years older than him and we hunted together. His father was an important man in the county, a busy man, so I taught George many of the things a father might. My family was poor and when George was older, I became his servant.
George had many companions and was the center of attention wherever he went. He was the perfect gentleman, admired by all. He was a jokester, a scholar, a poet, a writer of sonnets. He was curious about all and willing to try any mad scheme that might produce enjoyment, pleasure or stimulation. George knew how to have fun and he knew the meaning of pleasure.
While I am older, it was he who taught me the meaning of pleasure, physical pleasure. He was a great cocksman. Handsome as he was, he also was well endowed in his private parts. While my knowledge of such things was limited, it was hard to believe many men could surpass him.
While his features were elegant and refined, George's privates were anything but dainty. They looked as if they belonged to a great bull or fierce stallion. His balls were huge and lung low. While many worthies affected padded cod pieces, George had no need for padding.
Some would say he was a libertine, but I knew him well. He was a man who knew pleasure and knew how to give pleasure. He never forced himself on anyone. Men and women came to him. He never promised more than he could provide. Most were grateful to be with him. He told me once he needed to drain his balls daily or else they might burst. If someone wanted to take his seed, George was more than willing to share the wealth.
While his friends and companions were often the recipients of his gifts, I too shared the wealth. While there was a great gulf between our stations, George was a true friend, even after he became the Duke of Buckingham.
He was an explorer of all things' sensual. George was an ambitious man who wanted to become the ornament of the age. He used his beauty, his energy, his intellect and his private parts to get what he wanted. Bigger than life, there was more than enough to go around.
One of George's close companions was William DeVere, a gentleman of high station. Will and I were among the rare men who could take George's horse cock in the bum. In truth, many took it. We enjoyed it. That was important to George. He felt more pleasure if his bed mate felt pleasure. He told me a good long fuck was his greatest joy. He could screw me, or Will, and sometimes both of us, for an afternoon, We never got tired of it. George could stay hard for hours too, so it was perfect for all of us.
Will was a great friend of the King's favorite, Robert Carr. Carr was a young, handsome boy who enjoyed the King's favor and had risen to become the Earl of Somerset. Will was both a friend and bed mate of Carr. Carr had begun to lose the King's favor when his rapid rise led him to put on airs. The King was not pleased.
The court is filled with secrets and intriguers. It was clear to me while there were many secrets, few secrets were kept. A member of the court talked to Will about becoming Carr's replacement. They knew Will shared Carr's tastes, and he was handsome enough to please the king.
Will was not ambitious and was too simple in many ways to survive in the court. He was happy living on his estates and hunting. If you were looking for a man with ambitions, physical beauty and a taste for pleasuring men, George was obviously well suited.
One afternoon we were at a small hunting lodge in the park of DeVere's manor, Stangate. I was on my back as George thrust his cock into my bum. Will talked with George and played with my tits. From time to time he would stoke his member and feed me his ball juice.
"Is Ralph's bum as tight as mine?" Will asked. "It looks as if he likes your cock as just as much as I do."
"It would be hard to make a choice, dear Will," George replied. "His bum is more muscular, but I love the way you moan."
"He's hairy like a bear," Will continued. "I thought you liked boys?" George gave me three hard thrusts, almost pulling his entire organ from my hole then ramming it in deep each time.
"I like cocks. If you like cocks, you'd better like men," he replied. "Ralph's with me in the morning when I wake and at night when I go to bed. A bear's a good thing to have in bed when it's cold."
Will laughed. "You have a point there. Robin's of no use at all." Robin was Will's servant, a boy of 13. Will continued. "If you like older men, there is a great prize becoming available."
"A prize?" George asked. I felt his cock twitch as he said the word prize. Wealth and advancement were aphrodisiacs for him. For a moment I was afraid he would shoot off and the afternoon's play would be over. I didn't need to worry. George rarely lost his control, even of his cock. He was still for a few moments, then slowly resumed thrusting.
"The greatest prize of all, the king's affection," Will said. "The king needs a friend, and may soon lose his favorite."
"The Earl of Somerset?" George asked.
"He has forgotten the man who made him an Earl," Will said.
"The King seems distant," George said. "A crude Scot."
"He is the King, but he needs to be loved," Will said. "It can't be easy when your mother murdered your father and then was beheaded by your cousin. A cousin who would eventually make you King of England. I saw him once when he was walking and he seemed weak, an infirm old man. Yet another time I saw him riding a horse like a wild man, crazed and daring."
"He is not handsome," George remarked.
Will laughed again. "You have your cock deep in a hairy bear's bum. He's damn better looking than Ralph," Will said.
George looked at me and smiled. He made a few quick thrusts that made me lose my breath. His cock twitched a few times. "Ralph is my bear," he said.
"Give him some time to breathe and take care of me," Will said. "I've got an itch in my shit hole. You have the only thing that can scratch it."
George pulled out and I traded places with Will. Will was much smaller than me, but his ass opened wide to invite George into his bowels. When it was Will's turn to be screwed, Robin appeared. He loved to watch George's member slip deep into his master's ass.
"Oh, it's so big!" he exclaimed. "It would rip me in half." Will and George laughed. Robin continued to chatter like a magpie about George's cock and Will's commodious ass. It was pure flattery. You could shove the Tower of London up Robin's ass and he could take it. That is, if it was to his advantage. Robin was that kind of a boy.
Will continued to talk about the King and the wealth and power that went to the King's favorite. As I guessed, fucking for three hours wasn't enough to make George shoot, but ten minutes of talk about gold and power was too much. It took a long time for his balls to fill Will's bum. It was fun to watch. As George filled his ass, Will's cock shot like a lust-filled pistol. Bullets of man seed spurted across his body and spattered on George.
"Promise me you won't have my baby," George demanded in a mock serious voice.
"Oh, kind sir," Will replied in a falsetto. "I trusted you and you took advantage of me. You won't marry me?" We all laughed. Nothing more was mentioned that day about the King.
That night, we were in a bed chamber in Will's manor, Stangate. I got my master ready for bed. The day had been warm, but the thick stone walls of the house were cold and the room was damp.
"It has been a long day, but I don't feel like sleep," he said. "My mind seems to jump from fantasy to fantasy."
"Do you dream of the King or wealth?" I asked.
He smiled. "You are a sorcerer, my dear friend. You can read my mind," he said. "I have a suspicion the king and wealth are the same thing. It is cold here, join me in bed." Most servants slept on the floor or in the hall at the door of his master chamber.
"Will is wrong about you," George said. "I like manly men. You will never be a gallant at the court, but you will always be a good man and true." I took off my clothes and got into bed with my master. He cupped my balls. "I love your hairy bag of balls," he said. "Are they still full, or did you fill Robin's arse?"
"I think Will took care of Robin," I said. "I suspect Bardolph, Nim and Pistol had their way with him too." George laughed since he much admired Shakespeare's plays.
"Is there anyone in the household who has not had him?" George asked.
He did not wait for my answer. He slipped under the covers and enveloped my cock in his mouth. He treated my cock like the rarest and most delicious delicacy. It didn't take much time for me to fill his mouth with my seed. George loved man seed. He swallowed it as if it was the greatest gift in the world. I didn't know it then, but George's worship of man seed would serve him well with the King.
Three weeks later, my master got a message from Sir Andrew MacDonald, Laird of Colonsea, asking him to visit. Sir Andrew was one of the King's Scots companions. No one knew his true role, but he was known to be a confidant. MacDonald had an ancestral fortress on the western isles of Scotland, but was now living in a house near the Palace at Theobalds. He mentioned our common friend, Will, who had suggested George would be a good company for hunt.
I thought it was odd to get an invitation from a man we didn't know. Will sent a letter also. He said George would be well advised to make the visit. "Your future and your fortune may depend on it." Curiously, he also said that I should be sure to accompany him.
I was unsure of the visit, but George was wildly excited. It was an adventure. He loved going to a new place filled with strangers. For him such a place was a chance to show his charm and beauty to a new audience. Two weeks later we went to MacDonald's house, Little Richmond Place. The house was neither small nor large. It was new and as we road up at dusk, scores of huge bay windows glittered in the reflected light of the setting sun. It looked more like a jewel box than a house.
There was a stone and glass turret at each corner of the building. Someone must have been on watch, for Sir Andrew was waiting at the gate. He was a big, bluff, hearty man with a monstrous beard, wearing the clothes of the Protestant party. His clothes were all black, as was his beard. He wore a great chain of gold.
He greeted us warmly. We went into the hall and found it set for a banquet for which we were the only guests, other than his household. I saw he did not follow the modern arrangement of seating gentlemen in a separate room. All of his retainers were in the hall, some modest yeomen, others of higher estate. Later, I noticed another oddity. There were no women.
While he dressed austerely, Andrew regaled us with a banquet fit for a king. Wine flowed freely and course after course of food appeared for what seemed like hours. I sat with Andrew's man Rolf. Rolf was a hearty, good natured fellow with a good laugh and a fine collection of bawdy stories.
Rolf went off to fetch more wine, and I looked at George and Sir Andrew at the high table. The knight was much taken by George and, much to my surprise, George seemed much taken but his host. Sir Andrew was built more like a blacksmith than a courtier. He struck me as more manly than handsome. Sitting with them was Robert MacDonald, a nephew, and the three men formed a happy group. Robert was a younger, more handsome and somewhat slimmer copy of his Uncle.
The banquet came to an end. Sir Andrew rose and said good night. In the old style, many of the men would sleep in the hall. Rolf took us up a winding stair to an upper chamber. "The house is small," Sir Andrew said, "so we may have to share some beds."
"With such good company, sharing a bed is an honor, not a hardship," George said.
"Gallantly said," Robert exclaimed. "Uncle and I share the great bed. You can join us." We entered the bed chamber. The room was large, but barely large enough to hold the bed. It was richly carved in many ingenious and curious ways. The bed curtains were worth a prince's ransom. I had never seen such embroidered work, all in gold or silver thread. To one side of the room was a small bed, built into an alcove.
I was to share the small bed with Rolf while the three gentlemen shared the great bed. There was a guard robe to one side, where we relieved ourselves and found ewers of warm water to wash in. While some aspects of the household seemed to be old fashioned, Sir Andrew washed regularly and seemed quite fastidious. He and Robert also slept naked.
When George finished washing, Robert was already in the bed, but Andrew looked at the young man closely. I saw Andrew from the ass side. I thought I was hairy. Andrew was hairy like a bear. His muscular back and buns were covered in curly black hair. The two men embraced, and then went behind the bed curtains.
"Your master is a randy one?" Rolf asked me in a whisper.
"He knows how to please himself and his friends," I said.
"That describes my master too," Rolf said. "Sir Andrew doesn't stand on ceremonies, or station when it comes to pleasure. He gives and he takes. No one has a more loyal household than he."
"You can say the very same about George," I said.
Rolf leaned close to me and whispered. "My master is second to none in manliness. His manhood is the size of a bull or ox. Young master Will said George was nearly his equal."
"Is that why we are here?" I asked.
Rolf chuckled. "That may well be part of it," he said. "But other reasons are too lofty for me to understand. My Master moves in high circles. He is trusted." Rolf moved his hand and stroked my privates. I felt him and found he was already big and getting bigger.
"Does Robert move in lofty places?" I asked.
"He is a friend of the Earl of Somerset," Rolf said. "He advised caution, but the Earl followed his own council. It was a bad choice."
"Robert is young," I said. Rolf had his hand on my balls now.
"He is level headed and an honest man. He is not a flatterer," Rolf said. "His father lost his head that way, but Robert takes after my Master, his Uncle. The King likes him since they both were infants when their fathers died. Robert's mother is a woman of great virtue and great modesty. Her virtue and good sense reflected well on Robert. When her husband was executed, she maintained the estates."
"How did Sir Archibald survive?"
"The night isn't long enough to give you a lesson in Scots politics," Rolf said. "Everything is shifting. Nothing but ghosts and apparitions barely visible in the fog. Today's enemy is tomorrow's best friend." He was still playing with my balls. "Keep your balls full," Rolf said. "You may need it tomorrow." It was a cold night, but Rolf and I were warm in the alcove. I slept well.
The next morning was bright and sunny. It was a perfect day for the hunt. We left the house early and had a particularly successful day. George bagged a stag. We spent the day in the manor's wooded park. The park was large compared to the modest house. Rolf told me this had been the privy lodge to Essex, when he was the late Queen's favorite. The queen didn't like the love nest, especially as she wasn't the object of Essex's love.
After Essex's death, Little Richmond Place passed through a series of royal favorites and friends until it was given to Sir Andrew. While the true purpose of the park was to let Essex bed his paramours beyond the limits of the Queen's eyes, the large hunting park was an elaborate mask, intended to hide Essex's true design.
The day became hot and we stopped by a brook to swim. Sir Andrew could change from being a mountain of dignity to a fun loving boy in seconds. He stripped and jumped into the water with surprising speed and agility. He was a big man. He sported with George and Robert and demanded that Rolf and I join them in their play.
It was then I saw Sir Andrew and his privates for the first time. His chest was huge, but his waist was somewhat thinner. He had less belly than I had thought. The hair I had noted in the pale candlelight the night before covered his entire body. His privates rivaled George's in size. While he wasn't hard, his cock wasn't at rest either. I guessed he wasn't as long as George's, but would have been even thicker when fully excited.
Robert was a slim and almost elegant version of his uncle. He was neither as massive nor as furry, but certainly no one would mistake his for a girl. His cock was long and thin, looking like a white snake. Next to me in the water, Rolf was a red bear, solid and massive. His cock was wider than it was long and he was fully erect. No one seemed to mind that. One other man, or rather boy, was with us in the pond, Angus Mac Duffie. He was Robert's servant.
With sandy hair and clear blue eyes he was growing his first beard. Apparently he was the orphaned son of one of Andrew's retainers. He was treated as son and friend rather than as a body servant.
The day was surprisingly warm and the cool water was welcome, especially for the gentlemen. Even on a hunting trip they were elaborately dressed and they couldn't strip down to a shirt like the servants. After the swim we sat on the grassy bank and dried in the sun. I was sitting with Andrew and Rolf. George, Robert and Angus sat a short distance away.
We were talking about the hunt, when I glanced over at the other trio. Angus was nursing on George's cock. Andrew noticed too, but did not object. As we talked, Rolf bent over and began to lick my member. Angus and I still continued to talk. My cock began to rise as did Andrew's huge tool. The thick foreskin parted and the knob appeared, a deep reddish purple. Cock juices were already drooling from the wide slit.
"I would hate for you to think I'm a schemer or a libertine," Andrew said, "but when Will was hear a month ago he told me about your amorous skills. Will was one of the few men who has enjoyed my cock. He told me you were better. He told me you had served your master well and with enthusiasm. I confess to being curious."
I wasn't sure what to say, but by now Rolf had me fully erect and my judgement was clouded by lust. Instead of saying something, I reached over to Andrew's cock and took some of his ball juice on my finger and licked it.
"Last night George told me you were a magician in the arts of manly pleasure," Andrew continued. "He said you were a joy, even better than Will."
"Rolf seems skilled in the same arts," I said.
Andrew laughed, "That he is. Rolf and I are companions and friends since we were children. We share the same tastes, or some might say vices. Unfortunately his bum gives him no pleasure. For me, I enjoy nothing more than feeling my cock in the tight confines of a man's ass. You must forgive me when I tell you, I asked George if I could have you. He said it was your choice."
"You are a gentleman," I said.
"My Uncle introduced me to the ways of man lust when I was young," Andrew replied. "It wasn't my choice and I vowed I'd never force a man to do my bidding." Rolf had pushed me back, so I was on the grass. His licks had progressed from my cock to my balls and he was now trying to force his tongue into my ass. This was new to me and my member almost hurt it was so hard. It is difficult to say no when you are in this condition.
I glanced over at my master. Robert was getting on his hands and knees, so I knew he was preparing to play the bitch to George's dog in heat. Angus was slobbering on George's cock and Robert's hole. I then realized what Rolf was doing. He was preparing my ass for Andrew's cock. Rolf spit on his fingers and began to work them into me.
He was gentle but insisting and his thick finger slipped in deep. He pressed something and I moaned and pulled my legs up to make it easier for him.
Andrew laughed. "Rolf can play the sorcerer too. He should be at Oxford studying anatomy. He discovered a small gland or organ that gives almost as much pleasure as the cock itself. Those worthy scholars would do well if they explored that rather than the foolish pursuit of alchemy," he said. "I think that little nut is why men like their own company. It takes a hard cock to make it work and come alive."
I heard Robert moaning. George was slow and careful, but I knew one's first encounter with his organ could be a shock. Some men cried. That Robert moaned was good. Rolf was now alternating between sucking Andrew and licking my ass. Andrew's cock was dripping with spit.
Andrew was ready. Rolf moved and Andrew grabbed my legs and pushed them up and apart. My hole was defenseless and he pushed me back so my hole was even with his cock. I must have looked frightened.
"Fear not," Andrew whispered as he pushed the blunt end of his battering ram into my bowels. He pushed in a finger's length, the pulled out. Rolf returned his tongue to my stretched hole. He then slobbered over Andrew's cock. Rolf had straddled my head and I was able to lick his balls as the dangelled in my face.
Andrew entered a second time, thrusting deeper. He made quick thrusting motions, not going deeper, but rubbing my ass lining. He pulled out again, and again, Rolf's tongue was in my ass. I was bing tongue fucked by Rolf as Andrew cock fucked me. I understood Andrew's excitement as he penetrated deeper. I knew that from George's enthusiastic love of man sex. Rolf's interest in my hole was all new to me. As my bum hole stretched wider with each push, my hole stayed open for a longer time when Andrew pulled out. Each time, Rolf could get more of his tongue into my ass.
Because I was on my back, I would watch Andrew and I knew he was getting close total penetration. He pulled out and Rolf put his cock at my hole. I thought he was going to fuck me. He didn't. He shot his seed at my ass. My hole was tender by then, and I could feel the warm seed splatter against my hole. A moment later Andrew was back and he used Rolf's seed to lubricate the final thrust.
It couldn't believe it fit and fit so well. At first it was more exciting than pleasurable. Once my ass adjusted to the diameter of the organ it got better. Andrews cock head was huge and once it was in me, I felt better. Andrew was much like my master. He liked a leisurely build up to the final, lust-filled explosions. Some men are in a race to see how fast they can drain their balls.
I think this may be because usually you must do it secretly, so no one will discover you.
A great gentleman on his own estate surrounded by like-minded men could afford to take his time. Andrew had the whole afternoon. So did I.