"Young Lord Further Adventures, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Historical
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+++ The story below stands alone but it is more about Sir James, that
gorgeous noble teenager.
Two things happened on July 11, 1865. The first was that James attained his eighteenth birthday. The celebration was minimal. Cook made a small cake. The other was the death of the old Duke. He had been hardly alive for the last year so there was an absence of wailing and crying. Only the servants and James attended the burial in the family vault.
Mr. Contrary, the family solicitor read the will. Only James attended this obligatory event. Contrary read the will in a soft voice belying the monumental words. It passed the Dukedom to James and with it all the property including the town house in London that had been unused the last years. One servant had remained there in lonely employment.
At the end of the short reading the lawyer congratulated the new nobleman. He studied the boy from head to toe. "You are of the same persuasion as I. Correct?"
James looked over the man's attire for the first time. Although he was a spry sixty odd years he dressed in the latest fashion. The cut and bright colors were very merry and advertised his tastes.
"Why do you say that?"
"I am never wrong. The slight overuse of your eyes, the slight over expressiveness of your hands, but more important the blinding beauty of your self. You could not have avoided falling in love with males who were second to you."
James was amazed at the old fellows bravery in advancing his thoughts so frankly. Especially in view of James new station, but he also felt a comradeship of tastes.
James had spent the last few years in virtual monk-like avoidance of sex. He had his memories of the that Gypsy boy, and Billy who was no longer employed at the manor. He had to content himself with viewing an occasional sturdy boy at the annual fair, and his own self gratification when reliving his thoughts.
It was a relief, like a long held breath to be himself with the non-threatening older man, especially when he said: "Would you like to leave this place for a time, open the house on London and allow me to squire you to some interesting places of our special interests?
James nodded eagerly.
The town house was more impressive than James had imagined. Three floors of Regency furniture and fine paintings. His own chosen bedroom was on the second floor and had a large window onto the square. It measured about 50x50' with an 18' ceiling covered with paintings of Greek Athletes at play...most stimulating.
"First off we must get you some contemporary clothes. You are dressed like a country preacher."
James looked doubtful until Mr. Contrary said, "Oh no, I do not recommend my foolish attire, no surely something more suitable for a young nobleman. Sperry and Roth will be the place to fit you."
Sperry and Roth was situated in the street that boasted the finest tailors and hatters in London. It turned out that this partnership was of the older and younger for Mr. Sperry was a contemporary of Mr. Contrary and Mr.Roth was about thirty years of age...and quite good looking save for his fluttery way of talking.
"Oh dear, perfection," decided Mr.Roth surveying James. "We must create dummy so that we can fit your wardrobe without requiring you to be present, although that would be a pleasure I can assure you."
James was required to undress down to his underclothes and stood on a raised platform to be measured from head to toe and side to side. Mr. Roth, breathing audible assured James that he was enjoying the task..
"Quite a large amalgamation of cloth will be required to accommodate your tool kit, so to speak."
James blushed and also his "tool kit" expanded alarmingly.
Mr. Contrary excused himself to partake of tea downstairs with Mr. Sperry.
Alone and braver Mr. Roth stroked the young man's rod and it grew quite large, threatening the fine fabric of his panties.
"My measurements are complete. Do you require a bit of relief before you dress?"
"You are suggesting..."
"A suck."
"Is this part of your service?"
The enraptured tailor ignored convention and tradesman wisdom by throwing caution away and sinking to his knees and stuck his long tongue out to taste the snake before him.
James gazed down on the curly brown hair at his crotch and admired the thick shiny eyelashes showing under the eyes closed in transport. He grasped the handsome eyes of the young man and pushed his now rampant organ into the dripping craw.
Mr. Roth gulped it all, then he gagged a few times. James found that attractive and helpful in bringing his climax. He thought that there must be a streak of cruelty in him somewhere. Again he shoved in. Roth gagged alarmingly and it seemed as if he might puke, but perhaps the enjoyment he was having prevented that.
James felt his climax coming on and he announced it to the room at large. Roth hummed his approval and sucked harder. James knees were collapsing and he sucker put his hands around the back of the young Duke's knees and held him from falling.
Standing up, Roth licked the froth from his lips and bowed to the boy. "Thanks awfully. You suits will be ready in two days. I shall stay up all night to finish them." Then suddenly changing the subject, he said, "I here you are going, this evening, to the Climbers Club."
"Perhaps, I didn't know tonight's plans. Is it a good experience?"
"I have never been there. Tradesmen are not permitted. Do enjoy yourself.
End Part One