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“It’s a hot day,” James pointed out. “Indulge yourself for a moment.” He turned away without waiting to see if I reconsidered, and after a moment, he waded closer to Adam, who’d turned his back to James.
I watched, smiling, as James drew his hands down Adam’s arms, and when Adam leaned forward, inviting James to press his body against those firm cheeks, it was the work of a moment for James to prepare himself for entry, Adam groaned loudly, reaching back to press James’s hips as he begged for the surgeon to move more slowly.
“It’s quite a sight, isn’t it?” a man said from above me. Startled, I shielded my eyes to see my lord’s driver standing nearby. “I hope I don’t upset them by watching,” he said, squeezing the growing bulge across the front of his britches.
Adam’s cries grew louder, and they echoed from the far bank, overlapping and adding together, encouraging me to grow hard as well. Beside me, the driver stroked himself through his clothes, and I tried to estimate his length, for it did not seem small.
“Maybe you’d feel better if you took it out,” I suggested, partly for his comfort, but mostly to satisfy my curiosity.
“Such behavior wouldn’t offend your eyes?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I’ve lost count of the erect members I’ve witnessed in recent days.”
“Very well.” He unbuttoned his britches and fished out his erect manhood with some difficulty. The driver, oblivious to my gaze, stroked his thick shaft languidly, pulling back far enough to expose the smooth and swollen head.
“I wish I could join them,” he murmured, “and my day would be complete.”
“James!” I called. “Would you mind—”
“No!” the driver hissed. “I could never ask him to share his—”
“Of course!” James called over his shoulder. “But spare me a minute. I’m dangerously close to coming off . . . ahh!” His body shuddered to a halt, and after a moment where his chest heaved visibly, he finished with a few urgent strokes.
“I believe the way is clear,” I said. “You ought to divest yourself of your fancy trews, though.”
“I mind not a bit.” With his prick pointing skyward, he kicked off his long boots, then strode into the water, eager to take James’s place. I watched as the driver stepped up behind Adam to insert that impressive length into the young man, whose cleft shone with spilled fluids.
A grinning James waded heavily back to where I reclined on the grass. His swollen member swung lazily, glistening in the sunlight, and a faint string of clear fluid hung from the head, as if it were drooling in anticipation.
“From the bank, he thought Adam to be a woman,” he whispered, “until he caught sight of the ball sack!”
“And yet he enjoys pricking the lad.”
James nodded. “His length put mine to shame. I wonder if he borrowed that thick manhood from one of his horses?”
