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Greetings and salutations. My name is Robert, Page to the Earl of Hopton. I am now of age 19, a youth taller than most from my village, although I no longer visit there much, save to see my mother. Many tell me I am good looking, for I have kept those features I had as a boy which now appeal. Perhaps that is because I no longer work the land as my childhood friends still do. For myself though, I think I am no different from any other, my hair is light brown, although as a child it was flaxen. My eyes are blue and in these things I am typical of the English, so whether I am blessed with fortune as to my looks as they say, I cannot tell you. I am only me, that's all I know.
A Page is a lowly position or a high one depending on where you are standing. Some would look down upon me as just another servant. For my family and fellow villagers, I have attained high rank. For others in the know, I have a position far beyond my title. But I can never be anything but Page, at least not for years to come, for I am from lowly roots and it would not be right and proper to place me above my natural station. I am happy for that, truly grateful to my master and mindful always of my duties both to him and the help I am able to give my family by way of this.
Going back to the beginning, my life changed on the day my father came home to visit us when I was just fifteen years old. He had worked in the service of the new Earl's father, as a guard, an officer and now that the countryside was quiet and times were at peace, he helped administer parts of the estates. But he no longer lived with us, having being sent to East Anglia where the old Earl had lived. The old Earl had died some three years before and his son had been summoned back from abroad where he had been studying in France and Italy, as well as at the court of foreign kings. As a boy, he had lived in this castle with his mother, until time for him to be sent away to do some learning. He was returning here rather than to where his father had lived, although now he had neither of them to guide him.
So it was my father told me I was going to work in the castle as a servant boy. I knew nothing of what I was expected to do, but my father and mother appeared pleased he had been able to secure this for me, so I was happy. With the new Earl, my father had some promotion, enough to pay for a man to help with our fields, so mother would not have everything to look after now I would no longer be around to do all the hard work. He had also been able to buy a cow, so we had an extra income from the milk and cheese my mother was able to make.
Early on the morrow, we set off for the castle and by the middle of the afternoon I had my first sight of it. My father gave me into the charge of the housekeeper who was an old but kindly woman. The next morning he was gone on his long journey back to East Anglia leaving me in a completely new world, the first time ever I had been outside my village.
Everything was hustle and bustle about the place, making things ready for the Earl's arrival. I found there were lots of new people working here, seeing as how the place had been let go for some years and the staff dissipated, now many were needed to get everything ready. I had to learn where to find everyone, what they all did and also to find my way around the place. It was hard work from morning till night and getting to know everything took me quite a long time.
The day the Earl arrived was a really special event. We were all wondering what he would be like, those still around from years past, only remembered him as a boy. The talk was if he would be a good master, would he be bringing a wife, would he be staying here or moving to another of his estates, but no-one seemed to know anything with certainty. When he rode in with his escort, it was if the gods had arrived. Fine clothes, beautiful horses, people running back and forth and everyone who could, take a first glimpse. The thing that astonished me was that he looked so young. It was said by some that he was 24, but others thought he was 22 only. Young to have the title but not unheard of they said.
I never saw him again for a week or so, then unexpectedly I was told to deliver some wine to him. I was quaking with fear and begged that someone else be sent. But everyone was busy and I got a cuff round the ear for the argument. I was told to knock on his door and wait for permission to enter. I shook visibly as my hand rapped against the wood. He shouted for me to come in and somehow I moved my legs and hesitantly walked into his room.
He was sitting at a desk writing, many documents covered the place, even on the floor. He motioned for me to approach and pointed to a goblet already close at hand. I was shaking so much, the wine jar noisily chatted against his goblet.
He noticed and gave a laugh. "Another new face, and what is your name?"
"Robert my lord," I replied, my voice somehow not my usual one.
"Well Robert, I am not going to eat you, no matter what anyone has told you. Just take it easy with the wine and try not to spill any of it."
I poured it out and set down the jar.
"Now Robert, take these papers to my Captain, then go to the stables and tell them I need my horse ready in one hour. After which go and ask the cook what she is going to send me for supper, then you can come back and tell me."
"Yes my lord." Taking the things he handed me, I left the room and went about the errands as fast as my feet could carry me.
Soon enough I was back in his room and relayed the message from Cook.
"Oh!, Robert, you were quick, very good." He smiled somewhat in surprise and gave me another message to take and I scurried out.
Having got through the ordeal, only then did I think about him. Yes he was very young looking, but he smiled kindly and spoke to me as a person and not as a dog, which is what they said his father could be like. His hair was jet black and fell across his shoulders, which was unusual in these parts, and his eyes were very dark brown, almost matching his hair. They said his mother was from France and he had taken from her.
After that day, with most of the other servants still afraid to go to him, it was given to me the task of fetching and carrying. Everyone was glad to get that job off their shoulders, but seeing how well he had treated me, I thought I had the better bargain.
He left the castle soon afterwards for half the year, visiting his other estates around the country. Whilst he was gone, he left instructions for lots of work to be carried out. All the animals were no longer to be kept in the courtyard, new buildings were erected for them outside the wall. Also he said all the courtyard had to be cleared of the animal middin, that is all the dung that is saved for winter when it is spread across the fields. The castle had a moat, which is where the latrines are emptied of course. But in summer the smell was terrible and he had an idea he wanted to try. A new channel was dug from the nearby stream so that it came into the moat at one side and flowed back to the stream at the other. Within a couple of months, the bad smell had disappeared completely.
The talk was that many didn't like his ideas, upsetting things that had been in place since even before his father. Others said he had seen better ways on his travels than we knew about, and so we should all accept them.
By September he was back with us again. Now I was the one to do all his errands for him, which I liked. He was always kindly in his way and I enjoyed being in his company. Often he would make jokes and if there was no-one else present, his manner became very easy as the days passed. Always he was busy, either at his desk or visiting his estate and villages, looking over what was now his. I had a pallet to sleep on by the door in his room, so I would be handy for any errands he might need me to make, maybe to the kitchen if he felt hungry, to fetch wine or to deliver some message.
One of his ideas was the talk of the castle and probably beyond. He would insist taking a bath once a week in his room. He had a large tub specially made for the purpose, which was big enough to sit in. The servants hated it, for it was hard work carrying the water up to his room. Many trips were required to fill it as he wanted. Emptying it was easy though, for we just tipped the water out of the window. If the day was cool, he had Cook heat some water which was added, making the total sum not so cold as to cause a chill. This was another one of his ideas he had brought back with him, but one nobody had ever heard before. The household thought him to be a little crazy.
One day he had been out hunting and arrived back in the evening. He told me to organise a bath for him, which I promptly did. He had many things to do and he kept me very busy till late. When he finished his business, he had me help him disrobe, then went to sit in his bath. He lathered himself with a block of wool-fat which had some herbs blended to make it smell nice. It was the first time I had seen him do this, so I was intensely interested in what he did.
He noticed my curiosity and called me over. "Robert, you lather my body for me," he commanded.
He told me to do his back, so I took the block of wool-fat and rubbed it over him like I had seen him do. Then he laid back and lifting one leg, told me to do it likewise.
"In my travels, we did this every day where the country was hot. It is very good for the body and helps to keep you healthy," he explained. "How often do you wash your body Robert?"
I tried to think when was the last time, but couldn't remember one. "Sometimes in summer I swim in the river," I told him, hoping he might be impressed.
He looked at me and smiled. Then he started to laugh loudly. After he calmed down he grabbed my ear and twisted, making me squirm.
"That is why Robert, you stink like an animal, as does all the rest of the people in my house." Then he grabbed the back of my head and dunked me into the water. Moments later he let go and I spluttered for air as he had caught me by surprise. He began laughing again.
I also laughed till we were both giggling like children.
"Come Robert, we'll have no more stinking servants around this place, jump in here with me."
I hesitated for this was not proper somehow, but he beckoned me to hurry up, so I took off my shirt and stockings and climbed in. He had me sit between his legs otherwise there would not have been room. Taking the wool-fat, he scrubbed at my back and shoulders. He stopped to push my head under the water again, and then lathered my hair.
"We will turn the cow-pat into a cowslip in no time" he joked.
After my hair, he reached around and did my chest, then my stomach. He also took hold of my cock and pulled back my skin, telling me that was important too. His hand slipped under and lathered my ass cheeks and hole, making me blush with embarrassment. Finally he did my legs as far as he could reach. He gave me the soap block and told me to finish myself off.
"There, now you know how to do it when I ask you next time!" he said.
It became my ritual too, for he told me if I ever were to stink again, he would send me back to the fields!
I didn't always take the bath with him, but used the water after he had finished. If he was away, I had to clean myself with water from the well, which was always cold, so I enjoyed the chance to wash with him. As it turned to autumn, one night we had bathed when the weather had taken a turn for the worse and it had come down very chilly. When I went to my pallet by the door, he called me.
"It is not good that you stay by the draughty door after bathing, you might take sick as I have seen happen before. You may sleep with me, I think we could both do with some extra warmth tonight."
I was shocked, for I was just his Page although it was quite usual for the servants to sleep all together. He saw my look.
"Yes I know what you are thinking, but it is very cold and we know each other well, so I can trust you not to tell the household can't I?"
Of course, my honour depended on it, just as much as his, and I would never betray any trust my master gave me, whatever it was.
Once in the bed, I was truly grateful. Many a time I had not been able to sleep from being so cold. Now next to my master, I was warm for once and even if a little nervous, I was very happy. When I heard his breathing slow and I knew him to be sleeping, I relaxed and fell to my slumbers too.
In the morning, I awoke to find us entwined, our arms over the other and our legs hooked through. At first I was frightened at such familiarity, but when I tried to move away from him, he woke also. I froze, fearing he would be offended.
"Oh, good morning Robert," he murmured. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes my lord, very well."
"Then it was a good idea, you will agree!" and a smile crept across his face. His hand slid up my back and scratched my head.
"Yes my lord, it was a very good idea" and I smiled back, relieved that our closeness was nothing of comment. Slowly, we disentangled and he rolled on his back and stretched.
"Robert, get dressed and go to the kitchen, see what Cook has got for us. By the way, throw away those rags too, tell the housekeeper that I said you should have new clothes."
"Yes my lord!" I bounded out of bed, really happy to be about my business.
As autumn turned into winter, we slept together almost all the time. If ever we had visitors, of course I knew my place and never ventured with my master anything out of turn. It was at this time, I began to notice my body changing. My cock began to get hard often although I had yet to play with it like others did. I knew everything there was to know, or thought I did, talk sometimes with the servants was of little else. I knew some of the girls gave themselves to almost anyone that asked, but I had no feelings to try with them. Even when I was younger in the village, some of the older boys would try to bed a girl, and if one was not handy, nothing was thought of doing the same to any boy who was willing and to some who weren't. But as I said, till now thoughts of this kind had never been in my mind. Even now, I didn't connect my own cock with sex, just I noticed it was always getting hard and sometimes I got a nice feeling when I lay on it.
One morning I woke a little earlier than usual. I didn't know why and tried to go back to sleep. I was curled up facing into my master, his leg was between mine so that my cock was pressed into it. It was hard and if I pushed even just a little, it gave me a nice feeling. As I thought about it, almost for the first time, I noticed that my master's cock was hard and sticking into me too, even though he slept. My curiosity was aroused and I began to wonder at how big it was, for I could now feel it was hot. I was surprised that never before had I noticed such things although they must have been there all the time.
So taken by curiosity, I forgot my place. Putting my hand against his tunic, I felt the size of it beneath. Instantly I became shocked at the heat it possessed. Although he didn't wake, he gave a murmur and wetted his mouth and hunched against my hand, so I could distinctly feel it twitch in my grasp. This was, I am sure, the very beginning of my education. Interest aroused, I began an investigation of myself. My master was many times bigger than I, making me wonder if I would ever grow to become like him. Only recently I noticed the hair had become thick around the base of mine, something that seemed to have happened overnight. I'd never before noticed anything since first observing the sprouting of a few hairs last year.
It was not too long after this that one day, plagued by an almost constant hard on, I stole away to a quiet corner and played with myself. I thought of my master's big cock, wishing mine would attain the same size. One moment I was thinking this, the next I became frightened at the strange feeling flowing over me, making my knees go weak and my body tremble. But I couldn't stop playing even though I was in great trepidation. Before I could bring my mind to order, a wonderful calm swept over me and a moment later my cock spewed forth a torrent of white juice. My very first. I couldn't stop laughing, realising the experience was just as I had heard with the servants. It was wonderful!!
Having done it once, I did it again, then again and again, until on some days I was doing it four or even six times. The more played, the more it became hard when I wasn't playing with it. It had a mind of its own and very soon it began to rule me.
Regularly I touched my master as he slept, to check on his member. I only saw him naked at times when he took his bath and then his cock was always soft. I was longing to see it full and hard, being able to touch but not see was making it all the worse. I was fortunate in that he was difficult to wake. Even after I had been at my work some time, when I took him breakfast he would take long to throw off his sleep. He would stretch many times, before giving in to the new morning, swing his legs out of bed. The most he ever did if I disturbed him too much was to hunch his hips, but he never woke.
I was too scared to play with myself whilst in his presence even if he was sleeping. If my urge became too much, I would creep from the bed and do it before going to my duties. But things have a habit of going their own way, whether we like it or not. One morning I was beginning to wake, but my mind continued to dream. I was giving myself some pleasure pressing against my master although I never realised at that time. I must have been doing it long, for I disturbed him and he humped back into me. We were facing each other, our hips together and our legs twined. When he pressed into me, my feelings of pleasure multiplied a thousand fold. Without thinking I pushed back, only for him to do likewise. Not realising it was my master, I ground my hips hard against him time and time again.
The feel of his hand pushing between us jolted my thoughts. I froze when I understood what it was. He scratched himself there, and began rubbing. The back of his hand also rubbed against my hard cock, which prevented it from sleeping. He said something under his breath, which I couldn't catch, and then he pushed down his tunic and took hold of his cock. I looked down to see the monster I had longed for. His hand rushed up and down the shaft and his hips bucked into me. He moaned and I looked to his face, where the brow furrowed as if pained, although his eyes were tight shut. Quite suddenly, his body shook and he pushed forward into me, coating my shirt and stomach with his flood of juice. As the last drops escaped, his breathing quietened and he drifted back into deep sleep, his hand still holding onto his cock, but now much reduced in size. Dabbing my fingers into his spend, I brought them to my nose to see if it smelt like mine. It did. I felt as if I was a man if we both had the same spendi
Winter eventually crept away and as the snow was banished, I went back to my pallet by the door. But I never slept well upon it, for there was always a draught and I tossed and turned, throwing off the covers till the cold always awoke me. I noticed too my master did the same. One night, I was awake and unable to sleep. My master tossed and turned like I had never known before. Unexpectedly, he threw back the covers and went to the piss pot and relieved himself. On setting it down, he banged into the table in the darkness and gave a wince. At once I asked him if he was all right and could I help him. He said no, and climbed back into the bed. After some time he called my name.
"Robert, why are you awake at this hour?"
"I don't know my Lord, but I am finding it difficult to sleep nowadays" I told him.
"Perhaps you are missing a soft warm bed I think," he said with some amusement to his voice.
"Yes my Lord, I think you are right."
"Come, I think there is no harm to continue the arrangement, do you?"
"Oh, thank you my Lord", and I scrambled off my board.
He pulled back the covers and I climbed in. Straight away, he pulled me close and threw his arm and leg over me. I was elated. In a short while, I felt his familiar deep breathing against my neck, telling me he was fast asleep, and I was not far behind.
With spring upon us, he had business to attend to. One day I came into the room and found him busy writing. As I waited for his commands he looked at me and then returned to his task. I wondered why he should do this, but then he called me over and showed me the paper.
"What is this Robert?"
"I don't know Sir, I think you know I cannot read."
"It is your name!" he said.
I looked at the paper and the lines he had made. Never before had I seen what my name looked like in writing. I was amazed and he saw it in my face, which made him laugh.
"Robert, how would you like to learn to write?" I was dumbfounded and couldn't answer him. He continued, "you are a bright boy, I know it would come easy if you also had the will. I had thought not to take a secretary for I can write better than any I have yet known, but I didn't realise just how much I would have to do. If you could learn, it would please me to take you when I visit the estates and you could do much of the work I find hard to make the time for."
Surely God was smiling on me!
It was arranged that when he went to London where he would be for three weeks, I would go as far as Bedford, where he would leave me in the company of an old monk. He had the task of teaching me as much as possible in this time. This is what happened. But although the monk was old, he had me up even earlier than was my usual time and kept me practising the letters and words till late into the night. In those three weeks, my enthusiasm was worn down to the last thread. Just when I was on the breaking point, my master rode into the yard and took me away. Once back home, he had me copy some ledgers, then he had me write down as he spoke. With heart pounding in my chest, he looked over my efforts. He took some time, I think just to strain my nerves, but then he smiled and clapped me on my back, expressing his satisfaction with what I had produced.
With one problem solved, it opened up another. My master did not want to waste time riding slowly anywhere, as he would if I had to walk alongside. But I couldn't ride; in fact I had never sat on any animal except the cow back in the village. He instructed the Captain to teach me. Again I was enthusiastic at the prospect, who wouldn't be, but by the time the Captain had finished, I could hardly walk. It lasted for more than a week too, so everyone was laughing at me. My arse became sore and the insides of my legs chafed raw. Who would have thought it so difficult? When you add that I fell off and was thrown more times than I could count, you will perhaps understand that my body was broken and shattered by the time the Captain said I was fit to take charge of my own horse. But he said it reluctantly and promised me a good whipping if ever it came back lame through my stupidity. Can you can imagine how I felt? In little over a year, I had gone from lowly village boy, to the Earl's favourite servant. I could read and write passably well and ride a horse. I could hardly believe it myself, not even in my wildest dreams had I have ever thought to arrive at such a standing.
To crown all this, one of the first villages my Lord wanted to visit was my own. But it was with some nervousness I rode in there. All the people I knew so well were out to greet him. When they saw me in my fine clothes and riding my own horse, I could see they were in awe. I had time to meet with my mother, who shed tears of joy at my return. She could hardly believe her eyes, that here was the same son who had left that day with my father. Although my Lord didn't see her, he surprised me by asking after her health. Later in the Church where my Lord held his meeting with the village elders, I sat and wrote down their needs. If they were amazed before, their jaws gaped to see me sit right next to my master and write down everything that was said. I gave a silent little prayer for the health of the old Monk!
When the seasons change, you are hardly aware of them day by day. But this year summer arrived with a vengeance. It was so hot and sultry for weeks, that any thought of doing work was given up. Often instead, we would ride to the nearby river and bathe there to cool off. At night, my master dispensed with the wearing of shirt and hose and slept naked. He recommended I do the same for a better sleep although from habit, we were still in the same bed. It was so hot, we no longer cuddled against each other, but I often woke in the morning to find our bodies entwined as always.
Instead of feeling his cock through the material of his hose, I now felt it directly against my skin and could see it any time I cared. When waking in the morning, I loved it when he was against my back, his cock usually hard between my legs and his arm draped over me. Mornings like this were very hard for me to get up for work.
Many times, I would in my half-asleep state move my hips to and fro to feel his cock sliding between my legs. If I was awake early enough and could do it for long, I found my master would sometimes make some juice, which would assist the movement. As always I was careful not to disturb him too much although once his juice started to seep, he easily became agitated and would murmur and talk under his breath.
It was just a time like this, that things moved a stage further. The sun had just begun to break up the darkness, so I had plenty of time to daydream before rising. I could feel my master tight up against my back. To make the feelings increase, I brought his cock up right to the top between my legs where it felt most delicious. Making my hips gently push back and forth brought me wonderful sensations in that region and my mind lifted away, so I knew not where I was.
Forgetting everything, I worked only for the pleasure it was bringing. Quite suddenly, my master shifted and groaned, grinding his teeth and wetting his lips as was his habit. He then gripped me tight and humped, suddenly making me aware something new had happened. I lay quiet, not knowing what it was as my master slipped back into his normal sleep. I reached between my legs to see in what position his cock was in, but did not make contact. But still I could feel the familiar heat burning into me. I tried to shift my position and realised something was pulling at my hole. Quickly I reached behind and was amazed to find my masters cock head lodged in my bottom.
I was shocked because I did not feel it go in, and also because I couldn't believe such a thing could happen for his cock was much bigger than my hole. But it was a fact. I should have pulled away from him, but the warmth flowing into me from that point was so nice and I thought to keep it a while longer. When I dared, ever so gently I pushed against him till I received a stab of pain. I stopped and pulled back, but still not allowing the head to come out. Again I pushed against him, then checked with my hand to his cock. It was not in more than the width of two or three fingers, although my body was telling me it was much more.
Each time I moved, the sensation received was much greater than when it was between my legs. I had found something new that felt much better and thought to keep it going. Knowing what was now happening, I resumed my gentle movements back and forth, sometimes stopping as the sensations mounted till I thought my mind would burst.
I should have known better, for it was not long before my actions disturbed my master again. He shifted slightly and humped against me, sending his cock deep inside, or so it felt. Suddenly all the pleasure vanished and I was about to scream at the pain, but I bit my tongue knowing the trouble it would bring on myself. I lay still waiting for my master's breathing to settle. But by the time I thought it safe to move, the pain had completely gone and when I did shift, what pleasure erupted within. I checked again behind and found him to be in the width of four or five fingers. It seemed the pleasure was increased by the further it intruded into my body.
No longer was I thinking properly, for I should have stopped this playing and pulled myself off him then and there. But no, I was being ruled by my cock I am sure, for again playing with fire, I resumed my movements, bringing unimagined pleasures bursting over me. I was unable to stop. The pulsing of his cock vibrated through me raising my enjoyment just as the bellows blast the hearth ever hotter.
My bum wiggled around, speared on his big cock, lifting my mind to heaven. I was disturbing him I knew, but all reason was lost. Suddenly I heard my master whimper, as if frightened by a bad dream and he clutched me with his hands. I felt his body all a quiver. It was enough to stop my mind drifting, but then I felt the strangest thing. My hole was if it was being filled with the hottest of liquids. Mind, this came to me for only a moment before it dawned that my master was coming inside. It was most beautiful. As I realised what was happening, I gave a gasp and let go of my own juice across the bed covers.
When he went soft, I pulled off and crept from the bed. During that day, I must have played with myself many times, so much I was missed by the housekeeper. All I could think about was my master being inside me, filling me with his juice and all these new experiences that had so lately come about. Needless to say, the following morning I wanted to try him again. This time it was me who pulled his cock to my hole. But this became a problem, as it would not easily enter without some assistance from my master, which I could not obtain. It appeared as I had thought yesterday, much too big to get inside, but I persevered knowing it had been done. In short shrift, I learnt how to open my hole and not tighten up, as it was wont to do. I quickly realised I had to make myself feel dead so that it could enter without pain. It did take some doing, but little by little with a jab of pain to teach me when I was doing it wrongly, at last I was able to impale myself upon his cock. Now I set about repeating the same dance, moving backwards and forwards on him. When I stopped, so as to bask in the glow of sensation, I learned if I now clamped my hole tight, it would make his cock twitch within me, making another new experience. I did this many times, squeezing him with my hidden muscles, playing with the response I could achieve. I put my hand between my legs and touched his balls, checking on how far his cock was inside. It felt more than before, but there was still some way to go which I was sure would cause me much pain. So I tickled at his sack, feeling the balls move inside, playing with him, as I had never bothered with myself.
Soon enough, I heard his breathing change and he began fidgeting a little. He groaned quietly a few times before filling my arse with his spendings. What heaven I was in. Again when I felt him come, my own seed sprayed from my cock a good length across the bed. My mind floated away and without realising, I drifted back into sleep for a while.
When I awoke again, I could tell the morning was still young and also that my master remained cupped behind me with his cock still within. Going over what we had done in my mind, naturally my cock hardened once more and really without thinking too much about it, I began wriggling my arse on his cock. Little by little I was aware of it coming up hard again, so I changed my workings to sliding up and down. At once I was aware that it was easy to go much deeper than before, now being full of his juice. It was another new feeling, and even better. I pushed back a little harder each time, sensing the opposite response of his cock going ever further till I wondered if indeed it would come up my throat.
Passion took possession and I lost all control. I rode him too hard and he began to murmur and fidget. He took hold of me to cuddle up tighter and humped against my ass, which winded me somewhat as his cock must have been fully embedded. I ground my ass into his groin, I was out of my mind. His cock became very hard and fiery hot. He groaned and gasped again quite loud.
Then he shouted, "Oh, oh, oh..!"
What had I done, that was almost his normal voice?
"Robert? Oh! Oh! Robert! His cry was of question, then disbelief.
But his body moved and humped into me as if he had no control himself. His arm pulled me tightly, his hips bucked sending his cock fully home, knocking the wind clean out of my lungs so that I almost choked. He came on one mighty shove, flooding me with such a forceful fountain, as I hadn't experienced. He cried out in anguish "Oh, oh, oh!" But as soon as he had mastered his wits, he pulled himself out and moved away across the bed. I was a little astonished going from his hugs of a moment before.
"Oh Robert, please forgive me, I do not know what came over me. Oh, how could I do such a thing, tell me, have I injured you?" I turned around towards him, watching his pained face waiting for my answer.
"Injured me my Lord? No, not in the slightest have you injured me, on the contrary it was most beautiful."
"Oh, but I should not have done that." he said in some anguish.
"Was it not good for you my Lord?" He pondered a moment or two.
"It was as you say, most beautiful, just I am so surprised at my actions. It was never my intention to do such a thing with you."
"Well my Lord, intention or not, it was we agree, most beautiful and no harm has been done, so please do not worry over me. I would gladly do it again anytime you wish. Are not beautiful things to be appreciated?" I asked, but truth be known, I was not comfortable saying this as it been nothing to do with him, I was the guilty party.
His eyebrows rose when I spoke and clearly it left him thinking.
I could tell he had a certain shyness about him the whole day, which made me feel uncomfortable when it was time for bed. I wondered what would happen; perhaps I would be back to the pallet by the door. He undressed and got into bed and looked at me.
Slowly I did the same but so unsure was I that I asked him, "Am I to share your bed as usual, my Lord?"
"Yes Robert, why ever not?" Happily I bounded over and jumped in beside him.
I felt him still to be uneasy somehow and sure enough, he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at me.
"Robert, I have been thinking long on what happened this morning. I tell you again that I never had any expectation of doing that with you. But after what we said, it made me dwell on my position here whether I wanted to or not. As you know I have not yet married, although there is a messenger a week inviting me here and there, hoping I will fall for some Lord's daughter or other. I have no liking for it, I am sure on that; at least I think I am sure. But I am young and we all have needs. To be honest with you, I had a good friend at University in Italy with whom I enjoyed as we did at times. As you know, now I am back in England I have no one. No one except you, who must know by now, I feel much closer too than your position would expect. If you are true with what you said this morning, then I would be happy to make beautiful things happen between us."
I was not sure if my ears were deceiving me so at first could not make up my mind. He looked at me expecting an answer, which I could not give, until I saw his brow furrow and the look of pain cross his face, fearing my rejection. Now I knew I had heard him correctly. I hurled myself at him and we hugged and hugged till I felt my breath leave me.
When we finally broke free, laughing at I know not what, as might be expected we were both in a state of arousal. Seeing his hard cock I grabbed at it, now with a freedom I had not known before. I examined it closely; still in awe that such a thing could enter my body. I needed confirmation again, and let him know. I turned around and pushed my bum into his loins. Pulling himself close, I felt his cock nudge up to the spot and knock to my rear door. I calmed myself quickly, trying to open and allow his entry, which needed much concentration. But my Lord was more concerned with not hurting me than going within, so it was left for me to guide his staff inside. Once he was lodged firmly, I told him to enjoy me, for there was no pain. He moved himself very slowly, still unsure and apprehensive till finally my frustration would hold no longer.
"Oh, my Lord, fuck me!" I commanded. He was surely astonished, but did just as I asked.
The candles burned till dawn, for we never let up the whole night. He turned me this way and that, delighting me with one position after another. Every bout was better than the last, every thrust of his cock went deeper than the one just before, and every final plunge went further up me than the last. Whenever he flooded my insides, it sent me releasing mine, for I so loved the feel of him coming.
When my duties called, I had an obvious problem with walking, it never showing itself during our entanglements at all. It made him laugh to see me try and stand and move around. But then he jumped out of bed, took me in his arms and carried me over to my pallet. He told me to play sick while he went for the housekeeper, telling her I was ill and that he didn't think I should do anything today. She came to see me, and agreed that I indeed had taken a fever. She sent up some food and remedies to put me to rights quickly and my Lord and I struggled the whole day to stop laughing.
Fortunately for my arse, my Lord had business at Warwick Castle that took him away for three days. By the time he returned, I was cured from my fever and also walking normally, so I looked forward to resuming our escapades. His first day was full with business and on the evening he rode to Banbury to fulfil an invitation, so there was no chance to test ourselves again. But he was as much longing as I and promised we would ride out together at the first opportunity. So after the morrow he arrived home and told me we would go for a ride along the river that very afternoon.
The day was hot so we walked the horses easily, letting them rest often. Once at the river, we stripped out of our garments and plunged into the cool waters. He might have been my Lord, but he had the spirit of one many years younger and we played and chased in and out of the water and along the riverbank, as would two children. We wrestled and fought, tumbling over the soft grass on the banks. He was stronger because of his age, but if I had any advantage it was with speed. One time, I flicked his arse with some rushes, which probably stung more than I had meant. He chased me, catching me for once and pulled me down. I almost escaped, but he had my ankle and I could not shake him off. Sitting on my chest, he pinned my arms above my head, whilst he told me of what tortures he would make me endure. I was laughing as much as struggling, but still I fought. Bringing up my knees behind, I tried to unseat and push him over me. I only half succeeded for it knocked him over my head, but left him seated h
Rapidly it lengthened and thickened till it was difficult to take much of it into my mouth. My master looked down, amazed at what I was doing and how it felt. Placing my hand lower down the shaft, I was able to rub it up and down below the part I was sucking on. Soon it quivered and pulsed, hard as a spear shaft. He now had his head thrown back and was breathing deeply for I could see his chest heaving. Slowly, he picked up a rhythm of pushing it into my mouth as he would my arse. I liked this better for my neck was straining. I pulled him down so he could do like this with more ease and my head could rest back to the grass. He lay out straight above, supporting himself on his hands and pushing his cock down into my mouth and throat. In a different way, it was just as hard work, for I had to grasp at breaths of air when I could, for most of the time it was not possible to do so. But I enjoyed the sensation of it working deep into my gullet, and being able to watch it slide in and out.
Faster and faster he worked his hips till I heard him gasp and say he was coming. I saw he was going to lift off so he could spend, but I already knew how he tasted and liked it, so I put my hands on his cheeks and pulled him back. It was too late for him to argue, for his juices flowed into my mouth and although I tried to swallow all, some slipped from my lips so great was the quantity.
He dropped to the side and rolled on to his back, panting rapidly. I followed him and crouched between his legs, taking back his deflating cock in my mouth to suck out the last. Then I fancied his balls, and went to lick those too, which made him moan wildly. His hands reached down, pulling me up his chest, cupping my face with his hands. Raising his head, he kissed me on the lips.
"Robert," he said softly, "I may be your master, but you are making me your slave."
Again he brought his lips to mine and now kissed me deeply, wrapping his arms tightly about. We lay on the grass like that till we both had calmed a little. I played my hand over his chest, especially with the line of black hairs that ran from his crotch up across his stomach and beyond. His body was most interesting, the way the curves and contours ran from one to another about his muscles. He was well shaped and most pleasing to the eye in every respect. We lay quietly for a while like this.
"Tired my Lord?" I asked after some time.
"Is that a question or complaint?" he grinned.
"Well you have only managed it once and yet the other night you must have done it a dozen times!"
With laying at his side, my groin was pushed against his thigh and my cock had hardened slowly as I had toyed with his body. I jerked it against his leg to show him I was ready if he was.
"Don't be cheeky with me Master Robert" he laughed.
His hand moved to grab my cock and he toyed it between his fingers a while.
"You are of a good size" he remarked, "I fancy you will be hung like a horse before a few more years!"
This was the first time I had heard such a remark about myself. I looked at it to see if there was something he could see that I had missed.
"You joke with me sire," I said.
"I do not Robert, I wager most youths of your age are only half your size."
I tried to recollect anyone I had seen, but could not bring anyone to mind of my age recently. The other servants were either older or younger, not quite my age.
It had become rock hard with the fondling and I had not yet had a release. I pushed into his hand, my tension building with his touch.
He laughed at my state. "I am not being fair to you am I? Come, I have an urge to repeat what you have just done."
Quickly he reversed so his head was opposite my cock.
"I hope I can give you at least some of what you gave to me," he said taking me into his mouth at one go.
His tongue ran over it, making me suddenly grow cold and shiver, then a fiery heat swept through me just as quickly. Instinctively I bucked my hips into his face. His hand went over my bum, pulling me into him even tighter. I could feel his tongue flicking over the head of my cock and I gasped. Realising his cock had also hardened and was not far from my face, I moved closer and took him into my mouth so we were both joined. Again I was transported to heaven.
This was my first time for something like this and I could not stay my feelings. They were soon at boiling point and then past the point of no return. I bucked quite heavily into his mouth and let go, just as he had to me. He fastened down even harder as I did, just as eager to take everything I could give. Once I had come, my cock became too sensitive for his sucking and I was forced to pull free, leaving him licking his lips.
"Robert, you do taste good!" he said.
I broke away from his cock, "I love the taste of you as well, but I have had one helping to my mouth, I have a yearning for the next in my arse."
"Me too!" he agreed, and quickly moved around. I lay on my stomach and pushed up my bum in the air. Pulling apart the cheeks of my arse, he spit some saliva into the crease and worked it into the hole. Pushing my legs far apart, he knelt between them and put it to the mark. Once he had pushed the head through my door, he lowered his body over mine and forced the rest of his cock deep inside.
I really loved the feel of his cock, almost making me shoot my juice again. Unlike before, he humped into me with a vigorous action and rapid strokes. I clung to the grass as if I was drowning, but at the same time, it was just what I wanted. On and on he went getting harder and faster, jamming it deep till he could wait no more and the dam burst yet again. I stuck up my arse to meet his last blows, receiving added pleasure to his thrusts, till that wonderful warm glow surged right through me saying his juices were filling up my channel. He lay on me for some time, without energy to move. When he did, he fell to my side and pulled my head to his, kissing me again deeply.
"Come," let us take one more swim, then ride back as the sun is now setting."
I chased him into the water, splashing again each to the other. Finally arm in arm we walked back to our clothes, slipped them back on and took hold of our horses.
Later that night we had made love and were talking afterwards. He was telling of the places he had visited in Europe, about the royal courts and the Universities. I remembered what he had said about having a friend to sport with.
"Tell me Sire, when you played with your friend there, did you take his cock into your bum? Would you not have a fancy for me to do that with you?"
"I have been thinking on that." he said. "Yes I did try it with my friend, but he hurt me badly and I found no enjoyment in the act, so never did I try again. That is why I was so concerned the first time with you. But now, I have taken your cock in my mouth and I see it is possible to receive great joy from it, as you do. I also want to feel the same with all things. I would like to try you inside me, but I am still afraid thinking of my first time."
My heart skipped a beat at the possibilities, for I would dearly love to fuck him, but it would be impossible without his full consent, unless I didn't mind my life ending abruptly.
"I would never do anything that caused you pain my Lord. It is only for your pleasure I would do it." I tried to reassure him, but I didn't think my words would carry much weight.
"Yes I know Robert, I will do it with you, but for the first time I think I should take a jug of wine, which should calm me! I know if I like it, then the next time will not be a problem, I promise you that".
We lay quiet, each to his own thoughts. Soon I heard him sleeping, so contented with the day I snuggled close and drifted off to my own dreams.
In the morning I did not want to have his cock whilst he slept. Now I wanted him to be fully awake when we made love. But it occurred to me that this would be the best time for him to find out that having a cock in his arse could be very enjoyable.
I was determined to see how far I could get with my idea. He was facing me curled up like a baby so I slid out of the bed and got in at the other side. Slithering half way down, I nudged his upper leg over to where I had just been laying, so as to open the way to his behind. Having done that, I pushed my face between the top of his legs and licked at his balls and sack. My hand took hold of his cock, so as to feel when my attentions had some result. Then I slurped all around his balls, also behind them where I first loved to feel his cock on me. His hole was there before my eyes, so as I stroked him with my tongue, moving it over his hole to make him wet. Working like this, his cock soon began to signal the effects. His ass humped into the bedding a few times, but as soon as he settled, again I went at him. I got his hole really wet so when I transferred my mouth to his balls, I could feather the entrance to his hole with my finger tip. He was still relaxed so little by little I inserted a finger
The further I pursued my plan, the more I disturbed his sleep till he was becoming quite agitated. When I judged his cock to be at it's fullest and straining for release, I moved to spoon behind him. First I placed my cock to his hole, but restraining myself from entering. Then I took hold of his cock with one hand, gently squeezing the head. He humped the bed yet again. Now I used my tongue in the nape of his neck, and then bit his shoulders gently. I also humped into him, but without pressure to my cock. Gradually he gained consciousness, aware I was playing with him. He began to moan when I squeezed him hard. His breath sucked in quickly when I stroked his cock a few times. His hands clenched the covers as I bit his shoulders. Slowly his body moved to release his tensions, squirming into the bed, then back into me. Very gently, I let me cock increase its pressure to his hole so that before he was really aware, it was lodged inside him.
He moaned louder, his writhing increasing as I played his cock harder. I let his own movements embed my cock deeper and deeper inside until at long last, my balls were touching his. I let him know just where I was by twitching my cock, which he felt. Gasping for breath he took hold of my hand and held it too his chest. His arse pushed back into me, which I took for the signal. Slowly, I withdrew and then slid it back to the fullest. He gasped and pushed against me once more. I repeated the movements but now without stopping.
"Oh! Robert!, you are in me, you are fucking me!!"
He pushed his arse against me hard so that I would have a wall to batter against. Faster and faster I went, loosing a little of my concern for his feelings.
"Oh yes master, it is so beautiful!" I cried.
"Yes Robert, do it, do it to me" he was saying.
But I could not last long, overwhelmed as I was with emotions on this first ever time.
"I'm coming!" I gasped, ramming up him for all I was worth, till my body trembled and shook, my juice exploding into his tunnel.
I fell over him to lay face to face. He took my head, kissing me deeply.
"You took away my fear, I couldn't have dreamt for anything more perfect!"
We hugged for a long time till my mind caught the hunger.
"My Lord, I have an itch I need you to scratch for me," I said, keeping my face straight.
His hand ran over my back and he asked me "Where?"
"Further down" I said. "No, further down" I teased. "My Lord, you are not doing it right, you cannot use your hand for it is inside me, only this will do!" I laughed, and grabbed at his cock.
He laughed at being caught the fool, but then he scooped up my legs and pushed them back to my shoulders.
"Make fun of your master eh? We have got just the thing for excitable youths like you!" Quickly he slicked his cock with spit and slid it home within me.
From that day onwards, we have partaken equally of each other for we both enjoy the same things, to feed on a hard cock, whether in the mouth or in the arse it matters not. Each is the food for the others hunger and like all young people, we have healthy appetites and sate them as often as we possibly can.
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