As the younger son of a younger son, by the laws of primogeniture, I am relegated to a rather minor role in society. It is true that my father made some money in his postings abroad and through frugal living and decent investments, going against the code of the aristocracy, but still, in society, I am considered to be a lesser light. The fact that I had inherited almost nothing of the family fortune made me even less important. Thus, when I arrived at Patton House for the weekend of my cousin's wedding, the eldest daughter of the eldest son, I was shown the hospitality that the nobility reserves only for their lesser cousins. I was used to this treatment and even expected it, but what I was not ready for was the man that they had assigned to me.

"John, sir," he said. "I have to tell you that I'm not usually part of the house servants, sir."

"What's your usual place, John?" I asked.

"I tend the horses, sir." And I could tell, because there was something of the stable about him. He had been cleaned up, and given clean linen, but he had an "air", not altogether unbecoming, but nevertheless, certainly not that of the usual servant I was used to.

He had a comely disposition, being about 18 at the time, blond and tall, slim but broad shouldered. He had a winning smile with deep wells for dimples and beautiful dark blue eyes fringed with dark long lashes. His lips were full and his teeth surprisingly white and straight. He was obviously a boy who had taken care of himself to the best of his ability. Dressed in a simple white shirt with full sleeves and wide cuffs and a pair of light coloured pants that displayed a lovely small, round bottom and a rather prodigious bulge in the front. He was altogether a sumptuous feast for the eyes of this lesser cousin.

"Can I get you anything before dinner?" he asked. "Perhaps draw you a bath?"

There was an ensuite bathroom that contained a large tub and wash basin.

"That would be fine, John," I said. He went into the washroom closing the door behind him. I could hear the water running in the tub and shortly he called that my bath was ready. I entered the bathroom to find that John had removed his shirt and pants and was clothed only in his underwear which was old but clean. He had a perfectly sculpted chest, smooth and white, and large brown nipples. "I hope you don't mind, sir, that I have taken the liberty of removing my outer clothes, but I didn't want to get them wet." I smiled in response. His loose-fitting drawers revealed a dangling member that I longed to see. He moved toward me and began to undo the buttons of my shirt.

"May I help you with the rest of these clothes?" he asked.

"Of course," I said, "it's what a gentleman's gentleman's does." He began to undress me the rest of the way, casually touching my bare back and kneeling before me as he removed my underwear. Once again, he casually touched my penis which almost immediately sprang to life. He seemed to be ignoring it as I stepped into the bath.

"John," I said, "will you be so kind as to scrub my back with that sponge there?"

"Certainly sir. But I should probably remove my undershirt to prevent it from getting wet."

"Why don't you remove all your clothes and come into the bath with me," I suggested. "That way you can really get to scrub."

With no hesitation at all, John removed the rest of his clothes, revealing a flat stomach, broad shoulders and narrow hips. His cock, which was limp, hung down and a respectable length and girth, curving over a large hanging sack and completely covered by a rich, thick foreskin and came to a pucker at the end. He slipped into the bath behind me and began to wash me, his hands and the sponge moving all over my upper body. His touch was firm but without being harsh and he seemed well-practiced in the art of washing another man. I commented on this.

"I take care of the horses," he said. "So it's not such a feat to clean a man." And he laughed as if this was a great joke. His laugh was infectious and I joined in.

He reached around in front and began to scrub my chest, moving closer as he did so. I could feel something hard brush against my back as he kneeled over me.

"What's there?" I asked as innocently as I could and reached behind me, grabbing what could only be a fat, hard cock.

"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry," he said, obviously embarrassed. "If you stand, sir, I will wash your nether regions, if you so wish," he said.

I stood with my back to him and he began an expert cleaning of my behind, getting into the crevice and cleaning even into the hole. I could feel a finger slip over my opening and shivered a little.

Then he reached around in front once more, and as I moved back into him, I could feel his cock, now obviously hard, slip between my cheeks and graze across my opening. He said nothing and I continued to move back into him, allowing his sizable cock to massage my ass. Suddenly he knelt down and began to wash between my legs, paying close attention to my balls. I turned around and he had his face right in my cock. Without hesitating, he took my member, by now a hard and solid 7 + inches into his mouth and began to lick and suck. His tongue found its way under my foreskin, cleaning around the thick head of my cock. Just as suddenly, he stopped.

"Oh sir, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking," he stammered.

"That's fine John, my cock needs cleaning too. But I'm wondering if yours needs cleaning likewise." With that he relaxed a bit and continued sucking and licking, finding my balls once again and cleaning them too with his tongue. I put my hand on his head and gently lifted him up so that we were face to face and I kissed him deeply on his lips.

"I think it's my turn to clean you, John," I said and took the sponge from his hands. I began by washing his neck and shoulders, lifting up his arms to get a good look at his armpits, thick with light brown hair. I put my nose into his pits taking a deep breath of his smell, rich with sweat and musk. Although clean, he was definitely a working man with the deep smells ingrained in his wonderful armpits. I began to wash down his body and knelt in front of him taking his prodigious cock, now hard in my hand. His foreskin was still over his nob and I skinned it back to reveal a large shiny nob already oozing precum. I gently kissed it and then licked it, slurping up the sweet liquid while John moaned with pleasure. I then took his enormous balls into my mouth one at a time ñ there was no room for both. His sack was smooth and the pubes smelled of musk, like new mowed hay.

Finally, I stood up, took his cock in one hand and mine in the other and held them nob to nob. I then pulled his foreskin over my cock head and began to jerk us off together. I could feel the pressure mounting in both our cocks within only a minute or two and suddenly, we both erupted at exactly the same time, all within his prodigious foreskin.

When the after shocks of our joint explosions were over, I knelt again and, skinning back his foreskin, licked up what was inside, a heady mixture of the smells of cum and his musk. Our combined cum, still warm, tasted of lemons and salt. John moaned and even cried out, and held my head, bringing me up to face him, kissed me deeply and then sank to his knees and cleaned up my cock.

"Let's dry off and get into bed, shall we?" I suggested. I wanted more of him and there seemed much more to have.

He toweled me dry and I did the same to him, paying special attention to his thick, long cock. It was at least 13 inches and it must have been 6 in circumference, and although hard and curving upwards, his cock was covered in foreskin which even hung down coming to a neat fold about a half inch below his prodigious nob. I had never seen a cock like this before and frankly, haven't seen one like it since.

We got into bed and immediately started kissing and stroking. I managed to turn him over and then got on top of him, kissing first his neck, then his shoulders, moving slowly down his completely smooth body. His skin was like silk, his smell all male. I moved down towards his firm round ass and opened his cheeks to reveal a hairy asshole. He lifted off the bed and I licked his balls from behind, his sack smooth and huge. That spot between ass and balls was hard as oak and I lick it and then turned my tongue to his delicious hole, cleaning it as deep as my tongue would go. He moaned softly and said something I couldn't hear. I put my head to his ear, nibbling a little and in a hoarse whisper, he said "give it to me, give it to me."

I went back to his ass and lubed his hole with my saliva. Then I lubed my cock with my own spit although my precum had already made it wet and slippery and began to slowly enter him.

After some time, I turned him over so that he was facing me with his legs up in the air. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes, his blond hair tousled over his forehead and I entered him again. By now my cock and his ass were slick with the intimate juices of our coupling and as I leaned over him, I kissed him deeply and slowly, our tongues intertwining.

We got cleaned up after that because I had to make my appearance downstairs for dinner, but I told John to wait for me in my rooms and as soon as possible, claiming a headache after the long ride of the day, I succeeded in leaving my hosts and going back to my rooms. They were located conveniently in a corner of the far wing. The rooms consisted of a small bedroom with a double bed and wardrobe, an even smaller ante-chamber with a small loveseat and the washroom which surprisingly had a very nice sized tub ñ big enough for the two of us!

When I got back to the room, John was waiting for me. He had dressed himself in his uniform, but without a shirt. The tight pants clung to his torso and the outline of his manhood showed clearly that he was wearing no underwear. He smiled at me and I was hooked once again.

I took him in my arms, kissing his face, his neck, his nipples, taking deep whiffs of his armpits. His manly small permeated his entire being and before I knew it, I had an enormous hardon. I sunk to my knees, managed to free his cock from his trousers and began to eat it.

"This time, I want you inside me," I said to him.

"But sir, that might hurt," he responded.

"No matter, I want to feel it." He gently undressed me, kissing and licking me all over my body. He too seemed to have a thing for armpits because his tongued lingered in mine for some time. I was near to bursting and only with almost superhuman willpower was I able to stop myself from exploding the moment his tongue touched my nob. He then set me down on the bed on my back, lifted my legs and began to tongue my asshole, wetting my entirely with his saliva. His cock was dripping wet with precum and he used that to further lubricate both my ass and his own cock and then, gently, he proceeded to introduce his nob into my ass.

Slowly, he guided himself into me. At first there was a searing pain as if my ass was being cut in two as his thick cock slid deeper into me, but gradually, the pain subsided and the thrill of the largest dick I had ever seen filling up my hole took hold. He claimed to be new at this, but he was an expert fucker and slid in and out of me gently but firmly. He buried his entire 13 inches into my ass and then took it out again, stabbing me again and again with his manhood. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as his moved with ever more speed and depth. And then, just as I was thinking that I had had about enough, he paused, deep inside me and I could feel a throb and then he grunted and moaned, filling me with his hot white liquid. And then, after a pause, while our two bodies, slick with sweat clung together, he began to kiss my deeply, our tongues down each others' throats .

Surprisingly, he began to thrust again. This time, I was so lubricated with his cum that there was no pain at all, just the slick feel of his cock entering and leaving my hole. He continued in rhythm to fuck me while massaging my cock and finally, he brought me to a magnificent climax while at the same time, he pulled out and spewed his juice all over my stomach and chest. He fell exhausted on top of me and I guess we were both so exhausted that we fell asleep, only to wake later in the night actually stuck together with dried cum and sweat.

We bathed again, fell back to sleep until the morning.