"Young Lord and Gypsy, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Historical
James felt he was kind and noble to have suffered through a boring meal with his Uncle, the Duke. The food was heavy and tasteless, exactly made to the Duke's specifications. The game was very strong and no doubt had been hung too long.
He bid the Duke goodnight. It was unnoticed as he was fast asleep at the table. This was the usual ending to the dinners. The old man was really in his dotage.
"Shall we go to your room and I will attend to getting you ready for bed? Said the boy's valet who had been waiting just outside the dining room.
"No, I will do it myself. You may retire for the night."
The old man was grateful as he had been sampling the wine as the glasses were taken to the kitchen, partly full.
James was wearing his dress clothes, as usual, for the formal dinner and he did not relish undressing out of the stiff collar and shirt but he decided he would stay dressed until nine o'clock at which time he would stealthily sneak out to the rear of the house and hopefully meet the entrancing Gypsy.
He lay on the bed, willing his cock to go down and not beg him to wank it. At last it was nine o'clock. James verified that the long hall was empty. He walked carefully wishing his boots did not squeak. He opened the rarely used door to the back stairs. He proceed down the dusty passage and pushed open the oak door to the rear.
It was a moonless night and he could not see in front of him. He rued not taking a touch. Suddenly arms were about him. He immediately thought that he was attached by an assassin but the full, lips that pressed against his proved this was no murderer, although he felt he was expiring from the hot kiss. Marko ground his lips and moved them seductively. James opened his in response and almost recoiled as a slippery tongue entered his mouth and excited his own tongue.
When they parted, he was gasping, trying to recover.
"My Lord, you are a very sensitive child. If a sound kiss does that to you, I hesitate to imagine what my mouth will do to you cock."
"Oh, your word make me weak, but hurry, let's slip up the stairs and then on to my bedroom. The walls are thick, no one will hear us."
Allowing his large hand to be grasped by the noble boy, Marko whispered, "The thick . walls will serve us well as I expect you will howl with pleasure."
James shivered in anticipation and his hand grew hot and wet. Marko felt it and smiled in the darkness.
Now they were in the candle lit bedroom. Marko had never seen such luxury. He sat on the large bed, felt the satin coverlet, spanked the thick pillows. "Oh I could sleep a week in this bower."
James threw his body on top of the reclining Rom. "Stay awake. We have games to play."
"Ah yes, and I dreamed of them all day. Shall we again be naked."
"Yes. I do have this damn suit to rid myself of, and with no valet to attend me, but..."
"Say no more. I am a talented undresser of pretty boys. Here, first remove your jacket. Ah such strange uncomfortable clothes you torture yourself with. This collar first, then the shirt with its thick ribbing."
James was getting dizzy by the ministrations of the insolent boy, but he dutifully offered his boots to be removed, then his socks. Marko admired his slim, white feet and sucked his big toe. "Just a sample," he said.
Lastly the trousers and panties. Now the gleaming white flesh of the young Lord was displayed against the dark velvet of the chair.
Marko, his hands on his hips, surveyed the living statue before him. Then he shook himself into action and undressed rapidly and bared his manly body to the boy before him.
James mouth hung open In admiration of the tight muscular body of the youth. His narrowed eyes raked over the profusion of pubic hair and the way his reddish tan prick lay there, like a snake among the braes.
As his sexual revery was deepening he was awakened by the sight of the naked tan boy sinking to his knees. James felt his slim legs being pushed akimbo by firm hands. His privates now were standing up and in full view of the kneeling boy. He saw Marko's mouth open and his teeth bared as Marko eyed the flesh tube before him.
James broke a sweat. He had always heard rumors about Gypsies, how they stole babies and even drank blood. Now he was in fear that his own lovable Gypsy was about to eat his penis, maybe to drink his life force from it.
He steeled himself, but then instead of pain, he felt the exquisite sensation of a wet hot mouth feasting on his large knob. Then a strong happy tongue flicked and licked his piss hole.
The Gypsy boy looked up at James, their eyes locked, the turquoise of James versus the mysterious brown of Marko. Marko disengaged a moment. "This is a task to encompass your girth, but I shall master it. Do you like it so far?"
"It is like a peek into heaven. Please try again."
Again James felt that molten wetness and intense licking as the boy worked his way down the thick shaft, gagging a bit, his face asweat.
James stared at the lovely tan back of the crouching boy and watched his efforts on his thick prick. He felt pity alternating with passion as the boy's progress was pulling all James attention to his own prick. The waves of pleasure were encompassing. Hearing one gurgling gag he realized that Marko had swallowed his entire penis and his throat muscles were milking it and bringing intense delight to James. He felt his legs stiffening. That was a sure sign that he was entering the first stages of emission but then Marko drew his lips up and off the wet throbbing cock. James looked down at Marko with an almost tearfully, questioning look. He was used to be catered to and this abrupt withdrawal of pleasure was terrible to him.
"Don't cry baby. It's time for you to help me as well as yourself and together, embracing each other, we shall go, in tandem to the promised land. Go to the bed. Lie on your side and I shall join you."
Almost blind with need, James would have done anything to empty his roiling balls. Secretly he enjoyed the cocky boy's mastery. He lay on his side and in a moment Marko lay against him, his head at James feet and Marko's rampant cock touching his lips. He felt Marko resume his delightful suckling and he also felt Marko hips push forward. The hint was obvious. James opened his virgin lips and surrounded the protruding red cock head with his pink tongue. The very first touch of that penis on his lips and tongue acted like a Gypsy spell. He desired to fill his mouth with that stiffness to suck and lick until he would be rewarded with the wild honey milk of his tan boy.
He heard Marko's moans of passion and approval. James sucked harder and Marko aped him. The two youngsters were totally in the throes of blinding passion and sucked wildly trying to reach their own ultimate pleasure and to drink of the other's essence.
Marko was so overcome with James avidity that he was unable to retain his usual control. He felt himself rolling down the hill into a mighty ejaculation. James tasted that first spurt and felt his dear Gypsy's hips kicking back and forth. In a moment his own control vanished and he cried out from the intensity of his cum.
The two had their arms around each other's waists as they clung together in the frightening mystery of ejaculation. Their mouths sucked up all the offerings and it was almost as if it transversed through their bodies on out their pricks.
Still twitching with the after effects they still embraced for comfort. At last James said: "What a wonder you have taught me."
"It was a wonder, like I never felt before. You can be an animal once you forget you are a lord."
"What shall we do now? The servants have left some bread and wine. Would you care for some?"
"Yes, I had no supper." And stuffed himself with the sweet bread and drank heartily from the bottle." His burped and licking his lips made James laugh with pleasure.
"You indeed are rough forest thing, but adorable. Do you feel better, now?"
"Good enough for more games, and I have a great one in mind for you."
James looked questioningly at him.
Marko's face took on a sly look. "Do you know Billy?"
"You mean the stable boy?"
"The same. He's comely, think you also?"
"He stares at me each day and I think he is impolite that he regards my bum as I mount."
"But you regard him as well."
James reluctantly agreed that the young stable hand was appealing. But he was somewhat disappointed to hear that Marko had some knowledge of him recently.
"He is a good sexual player, as you may see, except that he constantly wants to hear about and talk about you. I think he dreams of someday enjoying you. I think that day may be here."
James found himself beginning to totally recover from their sex event. He felt his penis beginning to show interest again. He reached for a dressing gown and handed Marko his clothes. "Let's stealthily creep down the stairs and across the yard to the stables and wake the lad."
"No need. I know he awaits. Us."
End Part Two