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I awoke that crisp October morning to the familiar form of Tam lying completely on me, his head resting on my chest, his penis nestled between my legs, as usual he was fast asleep, i just pondered the moment. Everything was quiet, the clock read 7.15 am, the house had yet to stir, but it mattered not, we were sleeping in the west wing of the house, furthest away from the kitchens, so no sound from them ever reached me here, i could hear birds singing the last of the dawn chorus and marveled at the variety of them, i had listened to them since i was a small boy, my parents and siblings had always fed them with sacks of wild seed in spring and winter and the surrounding estate was always swamped with them and their songs, but Spring Dawn Choruses would be so loud it would wake all of us, nothing reminded me of home more that this. Tam stirred, i held him tighter, this would be our last morning in my bedroom as we were leaving for Uni after breakfast, and the next time he would be here was just over a months time for the Christmas fortnight, but he would be sleeping with the Royal party in the east wing, could i really not sleep with him for those whole two weeks? I hoped not.
I gently ruffled his hair and his lovely eyes opened, he focused on me and smiled, 'Morning Tam, sleep well?' he moved slightly and his hard morning cock moved between my legs and i grinned, 'your cock didn't slumber much,' and he reached up for a kiss and got one, 'back to Uni this morning 'he nodded and sunk his head back on my chest, i played with his ear lobe and he opened his legs so they were across my body and he yawned and lifted his head, 'It's been lovely Rory, just perfect' i smiled at him, 'you love it here don't you?' Tam nodded, 'I can't wait for Christmas, it will be my first one, it will be like a Charles Dickens novel' and he was right, all the village houses were old but very well maintained, with beautiful front gardens amass with different flowers and shrubs, foxgloves everywhere Some were built of pale cream stone, some of the shops were half timbered, all of the buildings, whether shops or homes had chimneys, for wood was a cheap heating solution and was free for our people, as we had many thousands of trees in our forests, there were no road markings or road signs, we didn't need them, we get no tourists here, this is totally a private Estate, although over 400 people lived in it.
We had two pubs both built in the Tudor style. half timbered and painted back and white. The roads were in perfect condition, made of poured yellow concrete, with the tons of pure white quartz added ,so they were illuminated by the moonlight and sparkled in the sunlight. they were untouched. Only the family's cars used them on a regular basis and the people in the village respected that, but there was no access from the front of the houses anyway, the villages cars were parked at the rear of their houses. you could walk to anywhere you wanted to go in the village,so people did just that, walk, and some cycled, but as Tam had said, this village was unspoiled, not tainted with modern objects you would see elsewhere, no Telephone poles, no illuminated shop signs, no well known branded shops, nothing. There were two bright red telephone boxes with V.R Queen Victoria's initials, placed outside each pub, my father resisted extending our telephone in the big house, up to the rest of the village because one of his friends in the Industry, and up with him at Oxford, had told him in the 90's, that mobile phones were going to be the new revolution, when they first came my father had hired a surveyor to find the best place, and he had paid for a mobile phone mast to be installed on the South facing mountain near the Hunting Lodge, and eventually everyone had a mobile and full broadband, i had my first at 16, two years before, so our beautiful village was untouched by modern life, and it would be transformed at Christmas into, as Tam had said a, Dickens Novel, and i was determined to record every detail.
I rose from the bed dragging sleepy head with me and he followed me into the shower, i held him and washed him all over as usual, i loved doing it and he adored receiving it, i felt like i was washing something that belonged to me. all the time i was washing him he was holding my hard cock, another morning ritual, Tam just loved it he considered my penis as his own personnel property and would come and talk to me at any time of the day in our dorm and unconsciously fondle it. I had promised him a 'Rory Boy' dildo from the adult shop in Leith in Edinburgh where an artist had made an exact mold of my erect cock and balls and cast it in hard rubber, a perfect replica of mine, and i had sold the rights to this adult sex shop near the docks, for quite a few thousand, I promised him he would have one when he left and not before, and he had pouted, and i had said 'was the present real one attached to me not good enough for him?' and he had blushed, so it was agreed, he would have one, like Sigg did, when he left for home. I toweled us both dry and left his bedroom through the deviding door and got dressed, i met Tam at the breakfast table where the family had gathered together, we all exchanged greetings and my mother had told us that a hamper had been prepared for us to take back to Uni and Tam's mouth watered, he just loved wild game and we eat little else in our dorm room.
Breakfast over, Hamish loaded the Range Rover with our bags and large wicker hamper and we were waved off by the family with the Ninja's waiting in the wings ready to follow us back to St.Andrews. The drive back to University was dreamy, we discussed what the estate would be like transformed at Christmas, Tam could hardly disguise his excitement and i was so happy for him, my precious boys first Christmas, and it would be with me. I brought up the subject of capturing the whole event for posterity and his interest quickened, i mentioned the University Film Club and he asked me about them, i told him they were very professional as the students who ran it were studying Media and The Arts and the equipment was top notch, and he became enamored with the whole idea, a full film of all of us in that snowy splendor, captured for ever, i said we would try and be as discreet as possible hiding cameras everywhere linked by WiFi and Bluetooth, with a few actual camera operators, then the club could take the entire film back to Uni and edit it. A film of many chapters capturing the whole highlights of the two week stay and his parents would get a copy of them all as would mine. His excitement was uncontrollable, and that's when i dropped the painful facts to him, 'it's going to cost a bomb Tam, and i don't think i can cover the cost of all of it!' he turned to look at me, 'How much will it be?' i told him i didn't know but would call upon the film club president when we got back.
We arrived just after lunch and we unpacked the Range Rover and went to our dorm room, i left Tam making lunch and packing the fridge and freezer with the contents of the hamper and i went off to see the president of the film club. The very slight, very good looking and very Noble, ( he was heir to a Scottish Dukedom) Reginald Hay-Drumond-Hay. I found him in the canteen and approached him, 'Hello Reggie how are you?' 'oh hi Rory how have you been?' i said i was fine and asked him for his advice on my film project, the more i talked the more interested he became, 'what's so special about these two weeks?' i told him it had very special oversees guests so any of his students coming up to the estate would have to be vetted, this peeked his curiosity, 'That's all you can tell me?' i nodded, 'for now, but i would let you know everything as the day neared' this seemed to satisfy him so i then told him about all the cameras and the duration and everything he would need to cost the whole project out, and he said he would provide the list of people and costings by the morrow, i reminded him how important this was for him and the club and the University in general, and an edited copy could be offered to him for the Uni's archive, 'just think of the personnel prestige for you Reggie!' he nodded,' Then make sure you include a discount for that in your final costings!' and he smiled and nodded, 'OK Rory, i will come and see you tomorrow' i thanked him and returned to a delicious lunch of breast of pheasant in a red wine sauce with the obligatory rice, we cleaned our plates to the last morsel. I told Tam of the dealings with Reggie and he was very pleased, i asked him not to mention this operation to any of his family as it would spoil the surprise and they would be self conscious if they knew there were cameras everywhere and he agreed, 'But when will Reggie install them?' he asked and it was a good question, one i hadn't thought of myself. 'Lets get the costings tomorrow and i will think of something', so we left it at that and spent a pleasant day just pottering around the quadrangle checking out all the cute students,. much to the jealously of Tam, who would pout at every one i pointed out, it was great fun and i loved the attention he showed me when we finally got back to our dorm, it looked like a sexy night was one the cards and i looked forward to it.
That evening Tam cooked Hunters Stew again, it had become our favorite, we talked about when the film crew would arrive and how best to handle it and we both agreed whatever the cost was, this had to be done, it would be of enormous importance not only to our respective families but also for the history of the Estate and for the University's Famous Archive, an probably be useful in the future for historians to look at, when all of us were long dead. The more we discussed it the more animated we both became, it would be an epic undertaking. We drank and chatted well into the evening. The time to go to bed fast approached and we both suddenly became shy, i would normally make some sort of quip that would start the ball rolling but we had been so engrossed in the talk about the filming the moment had passed. I drained my glass and stood up, 'I'm off for a shower' i said, leaving Tam sitting at our combined desk, i undressed and got into the bath and turned on the shower, Tam popped his head around the corner and said quietly, 'Don't you want me to shower with you?' i just laughed, ' get in here right now!' and he ran in and was undressed in seconds, i just grabbed him and drew him to me and kissed him, he threw his arms around my back and held me tight, i felt that mushroom helmet swell against my tummy, and wondered who was doing what to whom. I lent down and put the plug in, so the bath slowly filled, Tam broke away and kneeled and took hold of his favorite toy, i would just watch him on these occasions, he wouldn't just start sucking it, he would examine it play with it, test its hardness, he would wrap his hand around the middle where it thickened, he just loved my cock as if it had a life of its own, eventually he would be satisfied and would start licking it from the base to the tip and then take the head into his mouth and really suck it, i would wait patiently until i thought he had fulfilled that desire, and then i would pick him up and ask him did he want more of it, which meant did he want me to shag him with it and if he blushed, even slightly, i knew he did, and he blushed on this occasion, i sat in the bath which had, by now,about two feet of water in it, it has a pump that pulsates water from small holes all around it and some from the bottom, i turned the pump on and the water swirled all around me, i took my cock and held it up, only the head was above the water, i looked up at Tam and then looked down at my cock and he got the message, he faced me and sat down and my head entered him slowly, letting the water ease it in, down he slipped, looking into my eyes all the time, he landed on the base and i could feel his bottom sitting in my lap, i reached forward and kissed him, and he responded, i waited until he relaxed then pushed him backwards so his back was over a run of pulsating holes at the bottom of the bath and he gasped, i placed my hands around his head to cushion it against the hard porcelain, i asked him to turn the pump up to full power , which he did and i drew my cock out of him almost to the head and, looking at him straight in the eyes, i drove it in deep and he cried out, i continued to pound him remorselessly, water spilled over the rim, the shower was spraying us with hot water and the bath boiled with pulsating frothing water, i kept going, ramming it into him time after time until i saw his eyes widen and his mouth opened and his whole body shook and blobs of sperm floated to the surface and were immediately dispersed by the frothing water, i came into him with one deep thrust and i held his stare as he watched my eyes when i came, he reached forward and kissed me as my body stopped shaking. We spent half a hour soaking up the spilled water, throwing waterlogged towels into the bath to drain, we climbed into bed, kissed for the final time and fell fast asleep
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I awoke that crisp October morning to the familiar form of Tam lying completely on me, his head resting on my chest, his penis nestled between my legs, as usual he was fast asleep, i just pondered the moment. Everything was quiet, the clock read 7.15 am, the house had yet to stir, but it mattered not, we were sleeping in the west wing of the house, furthest away from the kitchens, so no sound from them ever reached me here, i could hear birds singing the last of the dawn chorus and marveled at the variety of them, i had listened to them since i was a small boy, my parents and siblings had always fed them with sacks of wild seed in spring and winter and the surrounding estate was always swamped with them and their songs, but Spring Dawn Choruses would be so loud it would wake all of us, nothing reminded me of home more that this. Tam stirred, i held him tighter, this would be our last morning in my bedroom as we were leaving for Uni after breakfast, and the next time he would be here was just over a months time for the Christmas fortnight, but he would be sleeping with the Royal party in the east wing, could i really not sleep with him for those whole two weeks? I hoped not.
I gently ruffled his hair and his lovely eyes opened, he focused on me and smiled, 'Morning Tam, sleep well?' he moved slightly and his hard morning cock moved between my legs and i grinned, 'your cock didn't slumber much,' and he reached up for a kiss and got one, 'back to Uni this morning 'he nodded and sunk his head back on my chest, i played with his ear lobe and he opened his legs so they were across my body and he yawned and lifted his head, 'It's been lovely Rory, just perfect' i smiled at him, 'you love it here don't you?' Tam nodded, 'I can't wait for Christmas, it will be my first one, it will be like a Charles Dickens novel' and he was right, all the village houses were old but very well maintained, with beautiful front gardens amass with different flowers and shrubs, foxgloves everywhere Some were built of pale cream stone, some of the shops were half timbered, all of the buildings, whether shops or homes had chimneys, for wood was a cheap heating solution and was free for our people, as we had many thousands of trees in our forests, there were no road markings or road signs, we didn't need them, we get no tourists here, this is totally a private Estate, although over 400 people lived in it.
We had two pubs both built in the Tudor style. half timbered and painted back and white. The roads were in perfect condition, made of poured yellow concrete, with the tons of pure white quartz added ,so they were illuminated by the moonlight and sparkled in the sunlight. they were untouched. Only the family's cars used them on a regular basis and the people in the village respected that, but there was no access from the front of the houses anyway, the villages cars were parked at the rear of their houses. you could walk to anywhere you wanted to go in the village,so people did just that, walk, and some cycled, but as Tam had said, this village was unspoiled, not tainted with modern objects you would see elsewhere, no Telephone poles, no illuminated shop signs, no well known branded shops, nothing. There were two bright red telephone boxes with V.R Queen Victoria's initials, placed outside each pub, my father resisted extending our telephone in the big house, up to the rest of the village because one of his friends in the Industry, and up with him at Oxford, had told him in the 90's, that mobile phones were going to be the new revolution, when they first came my father had hired a surveyor to find the best place, and he had paid for a mobile phone mast to be installed on the South facing mountain near the Hunting Lodge, and eventually everyone had a mobile and full broadband, i had my first at 16, two years before, so our beautiful village was untouched by modern life, and it would be transformed at Christmas into, as Tam had said a, Dickens Novel, and i was determined to record every detail.
I rose from the bed dragging sleepy head with me and he followed me into the shower, i held him and washed him all over as usual, i loved doing it and he adored receiving it, i felt like i was washing something that belonged to me. all the time i was washing him he was holding my hard cock, another morning ritual, Tam just loved it he considered my penis as his own personnel property and would come and talk to me at any time of the day in our dorm and unconsciously fondle it. I had promised him a 'Rory Boy' dildo from the adult shop in Leith in Edinburgh where an artist had made an exact mold of my erect cock and balls and cast it in hard rubber, a perfect replica of mine, and i had sold the rights to this adult sex shop near the docks, for quite a few thousand, I promised him he would have one when he left and not before, and he had pouted, and i had said 'was the present real one attached to me not good enough for him?' and he had blushed, so it was agreed, he would have one, like Sigg did, when he left for home. I toweled us both dry and left his bedroom through the deviding door and got dressed, i met Tam at the breakfast table where the family had gathered together, we all exchanged greetings and my mother had told us that a hamper had been prepared for us to take back to Uni and Tam's mouth watered, he just loved wild game and we eat little else in our dorm room.
Breakfast over, Hamish loaded the Range Rover with our bags and large wicker hamper and we were waved off by the family with the Ninja's waiting in the wings ready to follow us back to St.Andrews. The drive back to University was dreamy, we discussed what the estate would be like transformed at Christmas, Tam could hardly disguise his excitement and i was so happy for him, my precious boys first Christmas, and it would be with me. I brought up the subject of capturing the whole event for posterity and his interest quickened, i mentioned the University Film Club and he asked me about them, i told him they were very professional as the students who ran it were studying Media and The Arts and the equipment was top notch, and he became enamored with the whole idea, a full film of all of us in that snowy splendor, captured for ever, i said we would try and be as discreet as possible hiding cameras everywhere linked by WiFi and Bluetooth, with a few actual camera operators, then the club could take the entire film back to Uni and edit it. A film of many chapters capturing the whole highlights of the two week stay and his parents would get a copy of them all as would mine. His excitement was uncontrollable, and that's when i dropped the painful facts to him, 'it's going to cost a bomb Tam, and i don't think i can cover the cost of all of it!' he turned to look at me, 'How much will it be?' i told him i didn't know but would call upon the film club president when we got back.
We arrived just after lunch and we unpacked the Range Rover and went to our dorm room, i left Tam making lunch and packing the fridge and freezer with the contents of the hamper and i went off to see the president of the film club. The very slight, very good looking and very Noble, ( he was heir to a Scottish Dukedom) Reginald Hay-Drumond-Hay. I found him in the canteen and approached him, 'Hello Reggie how are you?' 'oh hi Rory how have you been?' i said i was fine and asked him for his advice on my film project, the more i talked the more interested he became, 'what's so special about these two weeks?' i told him it had very special oversees guests so any of his students coming up to the estate would have to be vetted, this peeked his curiosity, 'That's all you can tell me?' i nodded, 'for now, but i would let you know everything as the day neared' this seemed to satisfy him so i then told him about all the cameras and the duration and everything he would need to cost the whole project out, and he said he would provide the list of people and costings by the morrow, i reminded him how important this was for him and the club and the University in general, and an edited copy could be offered to him for the Uni's archive, 'just think of the personnel prestige for you Reggie!' he nodded,' Then make sure you include a discount for that in your final costings!' and he smiled and nodded, 'OK Rory, i will come and see you tomorrow' i thanked him and returned to a delicious lunch of breast of pheasant in a red wine sauce with the obligatory rice, we cleaned our plates to the last morsel. I told Tam of the dealings with Reggie and he was very pleased, i asked him not to mention this operation to any of his family as it would spoil the surprise and they would be self conscious if they knew there were cameras everywhere and he agreed, 'But when will Reggie install them?' he asked and it was a good question, one i hadn't thought of myself. 'Lets get the costings tomorrow and i will think of something', so we left it at that and spent a pleasant day just pottering around the quadrangle checking out all the cute students,. much to the jealously of Tam, who would pout at every one i pointed out, it was great fun and i loved the attention he showed me when we finally got back to our dorm, it looked like a sexy night was one the cards and i looked forward to it.
That evening Tam cooked Hunters Stew again, it had become our favorite, we talked about when the film crew would arrive and how best to handle it and we both agreed whatever the cost was, this had to be done, it would be of enormous importance not only to our respective families but also for the history of the Estate and for the University's Famous Archive, an probably be useful in the future for historians to look at, when all of us were long dead. The more we discussed it the more animated we both became, it would be an epic undertaking. We drank and chatted well into the evening. The time to go to bed fast approached and we both suddenly became shy, i would normally make some sort of quip that would start the ball rolling but we had been so engrossed in the talk about the filming the moment had passed. I drained my glass and stood up, 'I'm off for a shower' i said, leaving Tam sitting at our combined desk, i undressed and got into the bath and turned on the shower, Tam popped his head around the corner and said quietly, 'Don't you want me to shower with you?' i just laughed, ' get in here right now!' and he ran in and was undressed in seconds, i just grabbed him and drew him to me and kissed him, he threw his arms around my back and held me tight, i felt that mushroom helmet swell against my tummy, and wondered who was doing what to whom. I lent down and put the plug in, so the bath slowly filled, Tam broke away and kneeled and took hold of his favorite toy, i would just watch him on these occasions, he wouldn't just start sucking it, he would examine it play with it, test its hardness, he would wrap his hand around the middle where it thickened, he just loved my cock as if it had a life of its own, eventually he would be satisfied and would start licking it from the base to the tip and then take the head into his mouth and really suck it, i would wait patiently until i thought he had fulfilled that desire, and then i would pick him up and ask him did he want more of it, which meant did he want me to shag him with it and if he blushed, even slightly, i knew he did, and he blushed on this occasion, i sat in the bath which had, by now,about two feet of water in it, it has a pump that pulsates water from small holes all around it and some from the bottom, i turned the pump on and the water swirled all around me, i took my cock and held it up, only the head was above the water, i looked up at Tam and then looked down at my cock and he got the message, he faced me and sat down and my head entered him slowly, letting the water ease it in, down he slipped, looking into my eyes all the time, he landed on the base and i could feel his bottom sitting in my lap, i reached forward and kissed him, and he responded, i waited until he relaxed then pushed him backwards so his back was over a run of pulsating holes at the bottom of the bath and he gasped, i placed my hands around his head to cushion it against the hard porcelain, i asked him to turn the pump up to full power , which he did and i drew my cock out of him almost to the head and, looking at him straight in the eyes, i drove it in deep and he cried out, i continued to pound him remorselessly, water spilled over the rim, the shower was spraying us with hot water and the bath boiled with pulsating frothing water, i kept going, ramming it into him time after time until i saw his eyes widen and his mouth opened and his whole body shook and blobs of sperm floated to the surface and were immediately dispersed by the frothing water, i came into him with one deep thrust and i held his stare as he watched my eyes when i came, he reached forward and kissed me as my body stopped shaking. We spent half a hour soaking up the spilled water, throwing waterlogged towels into the bath to drain, we climbed into bed, kissed for the final time and fell fast asleep