Things were tough being a young servant boy, back in the day, as this short snippet reveals. If you enjoy, please let me know, it may hurry me to finish the novel. It will be available on Amazon Kindle soon, hopefully. Also let me know if you would be interested in shorter erotic novellas for £1.99.
It was Mr Barton's turn to blush now, as a little embarrassed he mumbled, “ yes indeed. I am a little, you bad lad. What between you and that little strumpet Rosie my poor fellow has been bursting the seams to escape.” Mr Barton looked down toward his crotch, just as his cock noticeably strained against his trousers. “ I think that you had better see to my old John Thomas, don't you?” Mr Barton leaned back in his chair and opened his legs and indicating with his head watched young Robert drop to his knees and begin to unbutton the front of his trousers, and lifting his bottom off the chair a little, he allowed Robert to pull his trousers down to his ankles. He was wearing woollen long johns, buttoned down the front fly to allow access for pissing. The buttons were gaping as Mr Barton's cock pressed hard to be released. Unbuttoning three buttons Robert allowed the enlarged thick member to leap free, the moist knob-end brushing against Robert's lips as it escaped. Robert licked his lips instinctively, savouring the salty taste of Mr Barton's pre-cum. Taking the thick throbbing cock into his mouth he began sucking on the thick knob-end, pushing the loose foreskin back with his lips to reveal a swollen red head with a salty sliver of pre-cum dribbling from the piss hole. Using his tongue Robert licked around the swollen knob and then his tongue licked down the shaft before taking as much of the thick throbbing member into his mouth as he was able. Mr Barton released a contented grunt and grabbing the back of the boys head forced his cock further down Robert's throat, making him gag. Instinctively Robert threw his head back, releasing Mr Barton's cock from his mouth as he gasped air. Undeterred however he glanced Mr Barton a wicked grin before continuing the deep throat fucking which Mr Barton was enjoying immensely, if his moans of appreciation were to be believed.
As Robert continued sucking on his cock Mr Barton gave short gasps of pleasure and whispered “you wicked boy, you wicked, wicked, boy,” as his head thrown back and his eyes closed he thrust his hips with increasing urgency into the boys face, fucking Roberts mouth with determined vigour, forcing his thick cock deep into the boys throat. At last, with a loud and rapturous moan Robert suddenly felt the butlers cock jerk wildly and jets of creamy hot sperm ejaculated deep into his throat. After five or six such spasms Mr Barton's ejaculations ceased and Robert lifted his head. The satiated butler smiled as he watched his still hard cock slip from the boys lips along with copious gooey amounts of thick white sperm which dribbled down the boys chin to stain the white linen of his shirt. Mr Barton sighed a deep sigh of contentment and murmured. “You really are such a deliciously wicked boy. That must be one of the best spends i've had in such a long time.” He smiled at Robert who now stood, his own cock in his hand.
Mr Barton looked at Robert's member as the boy slowly stroked himself, a thin sliver of pre cum stealing from his knob hole. “Ah, my poor boy, but of course I must not be selfish. Here, let me release some cream from those lovely balls of yours.” As he spoke Mr Barton once again cupped Robert's ball sack in his hand and squeezed them gently. Then he winked and with a finger gathered some of his sperm that had escaped Robert's mouth and now glistened in thick globules on his chin. Indicating for Robert to turn around so that his arse faced Mr Barton's face, as he sat, his trousers still around his ankles, the still randy butler lifted Robert's shirt tail and pushed him gently to bend over and then to spread his legs to reveal his puckered arsehole for his perverted perusal and delight.
Robert bent over obligingly, still massaging his cock. He wondered what the dirty old butler had planned. He did not have to wait long before he felt Mr Barton finger stroke his puckered round arsehole which winked delightfully at Mr Barton as he smeared the sticky sperm that he had collected on his fingers from Robert's lips and chin onto Robert's arse-ring, gently massaging the puckered hole with his spunky fingers, pushing into the wrinkled tight hole, a little further each time, " I must put my cock inside this delightful tight hole soon young Robert. Would you like that, my boy" the butler whispered, while enjoying his viewing of his finger frigging the boys tight arsehole. He had also now put his hand between Roberts legs and while frigging his arse, he also slowly wanked the boys hard cock, causing sensations that made the boy moan and groan with pleasure. Robert had never had the sensation of being wanked and having his arsehole frigged at the same time before, and it was pure heaven. Mr Barton now pushed his finger further inside the boys tight anus and began to gently frigg his arsehole deeper, pushing his finger in deep and then puling it out and then deeper again, The boy found that he was in sex heaven. The sensations he was feeling were so intense that he began to push back against Mr Barton's finger, urging him to probe deeper. It was not long before Mr Barton had first one finger and then two fingers inserted deep into the boys arsehole, frigging him while wanking him faster and faster. The pleasure Robert was experiencing soon brought him to an intense orgasm as Mr Barton suddenly felt Robert's puckered arse-ring grip his fingers and the boy ejaculated jet after jet of hot sticky spunk over the polished wooden floor of the pantry.
Removing his fingers slowly from Robert's arsehole and releasing the boys still throbbing, sperm dribbling cock, from his grip, he smiled as the boy turned around, red faced with excitement but also with a quite beautiful look that only a young man who has just experienced an intense orgasm can have. Robert''s expression, Mr Barton thought, was one of an almost ecstatic ecstasy, akin to religious zeal. Mr Barton knew this kind of zeal from his childhood, when attending chapel where he would regularly witness similar expressions of ecstasy on the faces of true believers.
“Well my boy.” Mr Barton looked at the sperm stains on his wooden floor.”You have created a bit of a mess.