Note: This is the first of the entries in Jakuv's memoirs
My mother chose an unfortunate moment to enter my room. I had not heard her come, indeed I had not expected her to be at home, and even if I had, she rarely came down to this end of the house. However she did. And I what she saw would have been fairly shocking to most people. Sadly Goran's magnificent and hairy cock had just sprayed its glorious white seed over my buttocks. Instead of greeting my mother normally she saw her youngest son on all fours, with his legs spread, his arse gaped due to the monster that had just left it, and thick splurges of creamy white cum racing down his ass cheeks. Sadly I was still moaning with pleasure, so didn't even bother to try and cover myself, and Goran just laughed at my unfortunate predicament.
You see, I had just finished my studies for good, and had returned home. I had just about passed my final year at college, and now that I was eighteen would be free to do whatever I wanted. But first I had to return home. Home was deep in the country, away from the excitement of the towns, away from the pleasures the random men that one could meet in various taverns gave me. No, sadly I would have to return home, back to Godliness and the boredom and monotony of witnessing the peasants toil in the fields.
But my father and mother left me to my own devices. Naturally as I had never shown any interest in a career in the armed forces, or the Church, or the civil service, they expected me to end up at some university, no doubt an expensive place back in the capital, but I had the summer to myself. Well, as I mentioned life was boring, so I took up my old hobby of spying on the servants. You got to see a lot, and if you were caught, well, what could they do, there were plenty of peasants who would happily take over their job. So I spied. I saw repeated couplings, and watched in frustration as a sturdy bloke fuck some young peasant woman. Naturally I was jealous, I hadn't sucked a cock in weeks, but it wasn't all bad, and I got to admire some beautiful specimens from my spy holes. If only I could touch and kiss them.
Well, I managed to arrange to do just that. There was one servant in particular I liked to watch. Goran was a very handsome man, tall and strongly built, he looked after the horses. Well I saw him in the baths, large muscles with a chest covered in thick dark hair, almost as thick as the beard that covered his dick. And what a dick! It hung limp against his thighs, and when I saw him masturbate it just kept on growing, far larger than mine. So one day I surprised him as he came out of the bath. He had a towel wrapped around his lower parts. So I knelt in front of him, and before he could utter a word I had pulled his towel off. There it was, his cock right in front of my face. I pulled it up with my hand and licked along its underside. Then I took the head into my mouth and gently licked the tip with my tongue. I could feel it begin to stiffen. Gradually I moved my mouth lower down his cock until I had reached his belly and had my nose pressed into his pubes. All of his not so limp cock was in my mouth. I could feel it growing harder as I let his cock leave my mouth, and I looked up at him. He hadn't made a sound, he knew I was the masters son, what could he do?