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as a country house Butler, Simon was called upon to undertake a wide variety of duties. Amongst these was taking breakfast trays up to guests who preferred to eat this meal in bed. Ladies' trays were generally taken up by a female colleague but Simon would do this if no one else was available.Generally speaking Gentlemen only had tea or coffee in bed then came down to the dining room for breakfast. Before Simon retired for the night the Mistress of the house would have ascertained who wanted what and where for the next morning.

On this particular occasion the guests were mostly unknown to Simon and were the usual crowd of whinnying women and chinless wonders. That is, with the exception of the Honourable Timothy Ramsbottom, who was tall, slim and fair, had steely blue eyes and extremely elegant hands and made every move with careful, understated style. He was ensconced in the Tower Room, which was alone on the second floor and was approached by its own staircase.

During dinner Simon thought how out of place this chap seemed with the rest of the house party with his witty repartit and east good manners - he seemed to control the speed, topic and tone of the conversation.

Whilst offering food to him during dinner, twice he leant over to retrieve his napkin and inadvertently brushed his hand against Simon's thighs. Simon was used to this sort of thing happening and thought no more about it. He could only dream.

When breakfast orders were being taken later that evening, the Hom Tim requested tea at 7.15. Simon must have visibly blanched causing the guest to ask "Oh, that's not too early for you is it Simon?" "of course not sir" replied Simon cursing him under his breath as breakfast for the rest of the party was not required downstairs until 9.30 which meant he would have to get up at 6.30 just to deliver one pot of tea. Still hopefully the tip from the Hon. Tim would reflect that.

Rising at 6.30 Simon showered, shaved and dressed getting to the house at 7.00. He laid out the tray and boiled the kettle, made the tea and took the tray upstairs - arriving at the bedroom door at precisely 7.15.

He put the tray down and knocked on the door. "Come" said a remarkably cheerful voice from within. Simon opened the door. picked up the tray and proceeded inside. The room was dark but he could make out the shape of the guest sitting up in bed. "good morning sir" he said putting the tray down on a table "shall I open the curtains?" "Good morning Simon, yes if you would" came the reply.

Simon moved over to the window and pulled the chord which slid back the heavy curtains, bathing the room in the soft glow of morning. Turning he looked towards the bed and was met by the sight of the Hon. Tim slowly caressing the most magnificent erection - slowly capping and uncapping the crown with his foreskin using the most gentle of pressure between finger and thumb. The covers were folded back to below his crotch and he was completely naked not, in Simon's opinion, an unpleasant sight.
Hoping he hadn't stared, Simon recovered his composure and collected the tray from the table and approached the bed.

Looking straight ahead against much temptation, Simon asked "where would you like me to put the tray sir?"

"Oh just stand there and hold it for a moment Simon, I'm rather busy right now" Simon stood there for what seemed like hours but was probably only 30 seconds when he sensed the guest had stopped what he was doing and then he felt gentle pressure on his thighs and hands moving towards the zip of his trousers. Training told him to hold still, especially as he was holding boiling tea and water. Frankly, he was keen to find out what was going to happen next. The fingers found the zip and slid it down, then they ventured inside the fly and found Simon's member which had already started to wake up. As the guest gently squeezed it a full erection was achieved. "aha" said the guest "this seems promising" Fully extracting the erect member he seemed to weigh it in his hands as if deciding what best to do with it. At this point Simon squeaked "may I put this tray down Sir as I would hate to scald you?" "Good idea Simon" came the reply "extra heat is one thing we don't need"

Having put the tray down on the floor away from the bed Simon slowly stood up, at the same time taking a good look at the body in the bed - it was gorgeous. Slim but muscular, hairless, tanned and well proportioned.

"Well do get out of your kit and join me man" commanded the guest. "I think sir that perhaps I should close the door first". That done Simon removed his clothes in as teasing a manner as he could manage considering the urgency he was feeling. He then stood by the bed his erect penis pointing straight at the guest.

Grabbing Simon's buttocks, Tim pulled him to him and took him in his mouth and gave a few gentle sucks which made the hairs on the Butler's neck and his nipples stand up. Timothy was caressing the others thighs and buttocks and then moved a hand round to investigate Simon's testicles.

Wondering what to do with his own hands, Simon began to run then through Timothy's hair and started to massage his shoulders and upper back. Letting Simon slip from his lips Timothy gestured for the Butler to join him in the bed. After a few moments thought Simon mounted the bed, putting his feet on the pillow and his head in line with Tim's feet. After a bit of discreet shuffling the desired position was achieved and they quickly filled each other's mouths with their throbbing erections. The pace was gentle only quickening after each had had time to explore the other's armpits, nipples and anuses.

Finally, after some urgent last thrusts both men nearly choked on each other's semen as together they gushed the salty, white cream into each other's throat.

Not wishing to be missed as other members of the staff would by now be arriving, Simon made his excuses, dressed and moved towards the door. "I'm here for a few more days" said the voice from the bed "let's try to find some more time to further our acquaintance"
"Certainly Sir, you will require me to run your bath and lay out your clothes for dinner this evening?"

"Definitely" said the guest "shall we say 6.45 then?"