"Young Lord and Gypsy, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Historical
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+++This story is not about Gypsy spell. In fact it is not a young person's
fairy tale well maybe, in a sense. If you are under 18 it is not meant
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Lord James Cumberland carried a heavy entry in Burke's Peerage, especially for such a young lad of sixteen. Yes, it mentioned, baron, and other titles but on this warm day in June, 1820 James felt like an ordinary young man as he bid goodbye to his Uncle, the Duke and walked the long garden path to the stables. He had done this almost every day since his sixth birthday.
James' was orphaned by the death of his father at Waterloo, and sadly his mother in childbirth. The Duke then seventy accepted the boy. Gradually the old nobleman became somewhat senile and more so now. The boy was raised by the servants. His education was spotty for the boy had little learning talents. His tutor found the boy charming and full of fun but was a poor learner.
There you have a rare breed of boy. He was undoubtedly beautiful on the outside but somewhat dumb on the inside. He even lacked the self appreciation of his good looks and was often surprised at the reaction of others.
Take today, as he approached the stables he saw that his horse White Star was already saddled and stamping his feet impatiently for his master. James, dressed for this unseasonably warm June day was in his tight riding britches and boots. He had eschewed a jacket and cravat in favor of an open linen shirt revealing his smooth pale chest. One of the younger grooms pantomimed being in love and overcome by the young lord by clutching his heart and falling backwards over a barrel but being careful not to be observed by the young noble boy.
All the stable boys and men nodded in pleasure at seeing the ample prick filling out the tight crotch of the habit, snaking down one leg. They also felt a quickening of their breath as he mounted, his perfectly shaped bun showing to it's best effect by the stretching of his trousers.
James trotted off in a slow pace allowing his horse to gradually warm up. The estate consisted of over a square two miles of land, much of it forest with many bridle paths to choose. Today he headed toward the lake. It was a good four miles away and as he tied his horse to a branch, he found he was soaked with sweat. The lake looked inviting.
It was entirely private, surrounded by the Duke's rolling estate. He felt no reason not to undress and take a cooling swim. He removed his boots with some difficulty and sorely missed his servant for this task. Next came his long white stockings and under pants and finally his fine linen shirt. He stood at the edge of the lake, his exceptional body revealed to the unseeing world.
James was a tall boy, perhaps six feet or so. His shape was not athletic, considerably resembling the portrait "The Blue Boy" with somewhat narrow shoulders and a rather wide hip area and a slightly soft rounded belly, but h is face was stuff to capture the sculptor's fancy. His head was a perfect oval, topped by a perfusion of pale blond curls. His nose, in the Roman fashion, emanated from his forehead and plunged in a straight line to crown his short upper lip and full lips. It was the face of a Greek athlete.
Though his body was not very manly, it seemed aristocratic and quite lovely in its fairness and polished smoothness. But then came the other thing. That penis. A penis belonging to a seducer, not such a mild, slower witted boy. It was of ample width, but it's length, unexcited, was about six inches.
He put one well shaped foot into the water. It was still cold from the night air but bearable. He stepped in until his body was submerged to his pink nipples, now puckered from the cool water.
It was then, just a he was about to swim that he heard a laugh and a voice from the edge of the water.
"Hey pretty boy, come out and let me have a look at you. You are a rare Balamos {non Gypsy}."
His accent was vaguely foreign but spoken in a lilting way, and his appearance different from any young person James had ever seen. And from his ragged clothes, a person of low station. It was appealing the way the coarse trousers were rent and revealed hairy leg flesh beneath. This was a strange creature indeed.
"How old are you English lad?"
James, always courteous, replied, "Sixteen years this past month, and you tan person?"
The figure on the shore laughed. We Romani do not keep good records, but I believe about the same. Hey pale sir, shall I strip and join you?"
James, who was filled with curiosity and modicum of sexual interest evidenced by his long flesh tube stiffening and raising almost showing its knob above the water, answered with an affected drawl, "If you wish," but his blue eyes turned hotly toward the coming event.
The sturdy Rom, his mouth in a huge grin, doffed his ragged shirt and dropped his torn trousers. He wore no underwear, that was for the upper class. But in an instant he transmuted from a tan colored scamp to nature's wonders.
The young Gypsy's shoulders were wide and his chest chiseled and bore a patch of hair. His muscles continued down to his lean belly. Below stood his powerful, hairy legs. But James eyed the strangers' genitals. They were so different from his own. While generous, the color was dark tan and the low hanging testicle sac was dark, almost purple. His crotch area was covered with dense black curly hair from hip to hip. Seeing that, James felt that he was witness to something forbidden and very private.
The young Rom waded into the water. The cold water seemed unnoticed to him and in an instant he stood before James, both submerged to their upper chests.
He put a warm hand on James' smooth shoulder. "What is your name?"
"James," the privileged lad said gulping with excitement. "And you?"
"Marko."
"An odd name."
"Odd only to a pale English boy. It's a common Romani name."
"So you are a Gypsy. You are trespassing on my Uncles's land."
Marko took James chin in his hand and held it firmly. That gesture caused the boy to begin to breath deeply from the masterly manner of the Gypsy.
"We do not call ourselves Gypsy, that's the Balamos word. We are Romani's. And as to your land, we believe we are free to go anywhere we please."
He released the boy's chin but not before slapping it smartly.
"But let's not talk of unpleasantness. You are as pretty as any Romani girl. I desire to know you better." And with those words, he reached under the water and took hold of James' half firmed up penis. "Whoa lad, you are not only a horseman, you are a horse.
James was a bit perplexed. It seemed that he was pleasing the Gypsy but he wasn''t sure of it all. Now James was not totally innocent of sex. He had discovered a few years earlier that titillating his long tube of flesh, at night, produced delightful sensations. Later he continued almost to an unbearable delight until a milky fluid was expelled. James found that he must sleep immediately, so powerful was the sensation.
The insolent Gypsy began rubbing his hand over the surface of James' rampant organ producing even more exciting feelings in James. He grunted loudly.
"I think you are a wanker, boy. You love this, do you not?"
"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, "But do not stop."
The Gypsy cuffed James on the shoulder and laughed roughly. "I am no sissy boy, I do not serve as one either. If you want that heavenly feeling, you must work on me as well."
"Anything you say, but be gentle."
"Hah, gentile is not always the way, but I'll try to curb myself."
To James amazement, the boy's face moved close to his. For the first time he saw that the lad had an incipient moustache of soft black hairs forming a thin line. This emphasized his full lips. The sight made James' heart not only beat faster but flutter in an odd way.
He had little time to gaze on that boyish decoration for the owner swooped closer and placed his surprisingly searing lips against his own. At the same time he seemed to make a humming sound.
James felt as if a forest creature had visited him to collect honey and his whole body hummed along with the sound. He felt himself sagging, his knees bending and he fell against the strong chest before him. Marko threw his warm arms around James to support him and James relaxed into that protecting embrace, his mind closing down to feel those lips.
James was disappointed when the kiss ended but then he felt Marko's hand around his penis. The tan boy was using that organ as a handle to draw him out of the water. Their progress ended under a tree. James heard his horse snorting impatiently.
"Oh dear, White Star needs to get back to stables. I should..."
"You should lie down here on your shirt with me." He pulled James down to lay on his side and he joined him, facing the boy.
"Well, get busy."
James looked perplexed. "What?"
"I am not your valet. I require a wank too."
James reached toward the tan, pulsing prick but then stopped in shyness. Then a vice like hand grabbed his slim, soft white hand and pushed it on the Gyspsy's organ. James felt moisture on his hand as it bushed past the red exposed head.
"No grasp it." the wild boy said with gravelly voice.
This time he cupped his hand around it and closed his fingers. He felt the bumpy veins over the soft skin which moved over the rigid interior.
"That's nice. Good for a beginner. Oh puppy boy, we are going to have some good times playing at sex but for today, I am in a hurry and I must propel a pint of milk or die on the spot. Shag me briskly and I will endeavor to bring you happiness as well. Of course, little landowner that you are, I expect a stingy amount of stuff."
Now a strong tan hand closed over the middle section of his prick and it shook and rubbed and moved with vigor. He was overcome and near fainted at the power of the feeling. He made sounds like a new born caf‚. Whilst he enjoyed the attention he tried to return the same action and soon the two lads were purring and grunting like piglets.
Marko husked that he was fast approaching the mystical moment and he sped up on James' flesh bat until James was crying out that his orgasm was impending.
James was first to feel the roiling of his balls and immediately a thick spurt of young cum splashed against the tan belly before him. Marko began shaking and soon he splashed a good first spurt against the baby soft belly.
Marko was surprised at the quantity of goo that the young Lord has spurted but he was unaware that it was only the first volley. James was in the clutches of his cum and now the mighty second emission occurred, then a third and a four followed soaking Marko's body and some wet the shirt on which they lay.
Even though the Gypsy was partly overcome by his own shooting, he couldn't help but call out, "My gods, if you were a cow of mine, I would be rich."
James smiled at the compliment and the greedy boy said, "Marko, I must go, but first kiss me again and promise to meet me this evening near the rear gate of the manor."
He was soundly kissed and solemnly promised.
James dressed, mounted and rode home dreaming of the coming night meeting.
End of Part One