He started moving again. His penis had begun to soften but the new stimulation reawakened it. He took long strokes, varying the angle in search of Owen's prostate.
"More" Owen breathed. Douglas reached down and spread Owen's cheeks to allow deeper penetration. After a few more tries, he heard an ebullient cry and knew that he had found the correct angle. He speeded up.
Suddenly his penis was squeezed repeatedly as Owen climaxed. It set Douglas off a second time.
When their orgasms were over, Douglas pulled out.
Owen sighed. "That was ... marvelous."
Douglas took a tissue from a box on the bedside table and wiped between the cheeks he had just been invading. "How sore are you?"
"A little. I don't mind. I want to do this again."
"We will" Douglas promised, lifting Owen off the cushion and turning him over, "but not until the soreness fades." With another tissue he wiped Owen's belly and wilting penis.
Owen lay smiling up at him. "I love you so much."
Douglas lay down, took hold of Owen and rolled over, pulling the boy on top of him. Looking up into Owen's bright blue eyes, he said "I love you too. I can't tell you how glad I am that you're with me."
Owen was now leading a divided life: During the day he was one of Douglas's servants, and at night he was his master's lover, a role that would never be acknowledged outside the bedroom. Such a clandestine duality might be intolerable to some, but it did not trouble Owen. He knew that social convention made it impossible for Douglas to be open about their relationship, and he was happy to maintain a daytime façade of strict correctness for the man he loved.
Notwithstanding their sham formality when anyone else was present, they could hardly expect the staff not to notice that Owen's occupancy of the master bedroom had become permanent, and to draw their own, obvious conclusions. However, one of Grayson's unwritten rules was that speculation about what might go on at night in the master bedroom was not a fitting topic for discussion below stairs.
The only attempt to break that rule was made the morning after Owen and Douglas's first lovemaking, when Owen came into the servants' dining hall for breakfast looking positively radiant. One of the two staff members who had remained hostile in spite of Douglas's lecture, leered at him and asked if he had gotten much sleep the previous night. Unsophisticated Owen answered that he had slept very well. The man would have followed up with a more suggestive query, had not Grayson glared at him so disapprovingly that he changed his mind.
That evening, Owen asked if Douglas wanted to make love to him again.
"Yes" Douglas replied, "when your soreness is all gone. That will take another day or two."
"Can't we do anything tonight?"
"Oh I have something in mind for tonight" Douglas said, straddling Owen's legs. He bent down and licked Owen's penis. Owen moaned. He ran his tongue over Owen's pouch. Owen gasped.
Douglas moved back. "Didn't you like having your balls licked?"
"I
did
, it was just... it was so unexpected."
Douglas applied his tongue again, this time continuing onto Owen's shaft, which was growing rapidly. He licked up and down along the stiffening penis, listening with satisfaction to Owen's huffs and moans. When it was solidly erect, he licked once around the crown before taking it into his mouth and sliding all the way down to the base.
Owen let out a euphoric breath; having his penis enveloped in Douglas's warm, wet mouth was a transcendent experience.
What Douglas's talented tongue then did, put Owen in orbit. Within moments he cried "I'M GOING TO"― and before he could utter another word he felt pulses of fluid coursing through his shaft and out the slit, where they surged into Douglas's eager throat.
Owen lay in a sublime haze. Then he looked adoringly at Douglas.
All at once he snickered. "There's something running down your chin."
"It's from you" Douglas said, scooping some up on a finger. "Would you like to taste your own cum?" He smeared it on Owen's lips.
Owen ran his tongue over his lips – and grimaced.
Douglas lay down next to him. "That's alright, you don't have to like it.
I
do."
Owen started to apologize for disliking anything received from this incomparable man, but Douglas raised a restraining finger. "Not everyone likes the taste or texture of semen" he said, pulling Owen against him.
Owen snuggled up, and wrapped in those loving arms, he slept.
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Douglas's greatest delight was to undress his young lover each evening: He would open Owen's pants and watch them slide down the boy's sturdy legs to his ankles, exposing the closefitting boxer shorts with the revealing outlines of what they enclosed. Next, he would unbutton Owen's shirt and draw it off, after which Owen would raise his arms, allowing Douglas to pull off his T-shirt. Tossing it aside, Douglas would kiss Owen's well-developed chest before slowly drawing down the boxer shorts, looking with keen appreciation at what gradually came into view.
Owen would now sit on the bed to have his shoes and socks removed, leaving him naked except for what was down around his ankles. Douglas would gaze at him admiringly before pulling those remaining clothes the rest of the way off.
When Douglas had shed his own clothes they would stand together, kissing and fondling. Each of them had a favorite area: Douglas particularly liked to reach around and stroke the small of Owen's back where it merged onto the rise of the boy's buttocks, and Owen loved to run the side of his hand through the valleys of his master's groin, lightly brushing the edge of Douglas's bush in the process.
After caressing to their heart's content, they would get into bed. Owen would take Douglas's erect penis in his mouth, savoring the feel of the springy crown and the warmth of the firm cylinder. With a developing skill he would use his tongue, until a whispered "Ok that's enough" signaled him to turn onto his stomach and pull a cushion under his hips. Douglas would then lubricate them both and enter him.
Soon, Douglas would be driving in with increasing force and the panting that accompanied their jointly rising excitation would fill the air, culminating in the joyous shout that proclaimed Douglas's climax.
Owen almost always ejaculated too, sometimes even before Douglas did.
Douglas would now pull out and on the rare occasions when Owen had not already had an orgasm, Douglas would take Owen's penis in his mouth and drive him half crazy by teasingly bringing him close to the edge again and again, only to back off each time, until Owen begged for release.
Both satiated, they would cuddle and kiss until they fell asleep.
Douglas began buying clothes for Owen. In place of the secondhand garments Owen had been given when he arrived, he received new shirts and trousers plus several pairs of shoes and socks. His new apparel also included crisp white crew-neck T-shirts, which his meaty chest filled out nicely. To complete the ensemble, his shabby boxer shorts were replaced by briefs that molded themselves to his alluring bottom as well as displaying a provocative bulge in front.
The new underwear made undressing him even more erotic.
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Owen had been indentured for a little more than two years when he was called into the sitting room one day. Douglas was seated behind his desk, from where he spoke to Owen with unfamiliar reserve: "You have repaid your father's debt. Your indenture is over. I hope your family expresses due gratitude when they welcome you back home. I'll miss you."
For a moment, Owen said nothing. Then he asked: "You're sending me away?"
"I'm saying that you're free to return home, your father's rent is no longer in arears."
"Who will do my work?"
"I'll hire someone."
"Why not hire
me
? I work hard, ask Mr. Grayson."
"I thought you would be anxious to go back home."
"No, at home I've always been kind of lost in the crowd."
"Aren't you needed on the farm?"
"The last time I visited, Papa said he and my brothers are doing fine. He told me to keep more of my salary and not rush to finish the indenture. It was his way of telling me that when I come back I'll just be another mouth to feed."
"Your family must miss you though. I see letters arriving from home all the time."
"The letters are all from Jimmy. He says he loves me and can't wait for me to come back, but I know that all he loves is what I was letting him do. I would never let him do that again, now that I know what it's like to be with someone who really cares for me. If I did go back to the farm I would bed down in the barn near my two oldest brothers so he couldn't get at me."
Douglas said nothing. He was thinking.
Faced with Douglas's silence, Owen was heartbroken. "Don't you want me anymore?" he asked in a voice that was breaking. "I thought you loved me."
That jolted Douglas out of his introspection. He rose from his chair. "I do love you! I'd like nothing more than to keep you with me, but all I could offer you here is a life in domestic service. You deserve better than that. If you don't want to return to the farm, there's the city. You'll be 21 in a few months; someone as capable as you could make a very good living there."
