gentleman's manor

Mr. Louis was obviously drunk, and Dickon went up to try to wake him up, but he said in a daze, "Alva...don't get married...I love you..."

"Oh my god, sir, wake up and stop talking nonsense." Dickon almost covered his mouth. Even if you are drunk, you can't talk nonsense. It's over if people find out.

But Mr. Lewis obviously used alcohol to relieve his worries. Instead of being sober, he pulled Dickon's sleeve and called 'Alva', staring at him with misty and moist eyes, and kept saying 'I love you, don't marry'.

Dickon was so nervous that his guests would not hear him, put his arm on his shoulder hastily, and dragged him out of the hall.On the way out, I met the butler, who was busy distributing the affairs of the guests. When he saw Dickon supporting the drunk Mr. Lewis, he was startled and asked, "Is this drunk? Mr. Lewis ?Mr. Lewis?"

Louis murmured a few words in a low voice, but the housekeeper couldn't hear clearly, but Dickon turned pale with fright, and hurriedly volunteered, "I'll help Mr. Louis to the guest room."

"You? You can't. You're not a servant, and you don't know how to serve gentlemen." The butler shook his head first, but after looking at the busy servants, he sighed and said, "Mr. Louis' bedroom is on the second floor." The room at the corner, serve him carefully, you don’t have to undress him, just cover him with a quilt.”

"Yes, sir." Dickon nodded, and then helped Mr. Lewis to go upstairs.

The corridor on the second floor is very bright, and all the wall lamps are lit. There are many strange portraits of people hanging on the walls, which look a little scary under the dim light.Dickon took Louis into his bedroom, but as soon as he entered, Louis fell to the ground.Dickon lit the oil lamp in the bedroom, wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve, and pulled him up with all his strength, dragging him towards the bed.

But when Louis was put on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he was awake, wrapped his arms around Dickon tightly, then pushed him down on the bed, and then kissed and groped him. Keep yelling 'Alva'.

"...Ah...sir...you...please wake up..." Dickon blushed from his kiss and struggled in a hurry, "I'm not Mr. Alva..."

Unexpectedly, Louis covered Dickon's lips and silenced his voice.The drunken men moved clumsily, but with great strength. They pressed Dickon tightly with their bodies, and then tore each other's clothes with both hands.

Dickon was distracted, and his lower body gradually began to feel. Louis' tongue forcibly penetrated into his mouth, teasing domineeringly, and the kiss was very intense.

With a sound of "squeak", the white shirt on Dickon's new upper body was torn by Mr. Louis, revealing the honey-colored skin. Louis licked and sucked on this chest, pulled off Dickon's pants with both hands, and then Dickon rubbed his hot penis on Dickon's belly.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly slender Mr. Lewis was so powerful. Dickon, who was restrained and unable to move, watched him being stripped naked, but did not dare to say a word, for fear of attracting attention from the outside.What was even more difficult was that, with the rubbing of ears and temples, skin-to-skin contact, plus fine caresses and kisses, Dickon felt that he was going crazy, and his lower body was swollen so badly.He instinctively rubbed Mr. Lewis' smooth, firm ass, and he...he came.

As a person who naturally likes men, Dickon can be said to be as guarded as a jade, so under such a sudden and strong stimulation, he actually just ejaculated after being hugged and rubbed.

Losing his virginity in such a terrible situation, and the other party was still yelling another man's name, Dickon suddenly felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.Although he liked Mr. Louis, it was just a vision. He never thought of having a physical relationship with a man.Because once there is a physical relationship, everything becomes complicated, it is a crime, and he is afraid that he will become the person who was sent to prison in the rumors.

However, Mr. Lewis, who was drunk, was obviously still playing crazy. He hugged Dickon's body and dawdled around excitedly. His fiery skin was like a fish inseparable from water. Kneading on his back and buttocks, his lips kept moving on his neck and chest.

"Mr. Louis...don't..." Dickon really started to cry, he struggled a few times but couldn't get away, his lower body tended to look up again.

Under this stimulating caress, Deacon soon came again, and Mr. Lewis finally satisified enough to dawdle on Deacon's belly, and came out.

Dickon panted and looked at the handsome man who smelled of alcohol all over his body, and suddenly wanted to smash the can, he had already cummed twice, there was no need to be pretentious.He wiped his tears with his face, relaxed the tense muscles, and offered to kiss Mr. Lewis back.He likes this man for a long time, and finally got a chance to get close, why would he give up, even if he wakes up tomorrow and is angry and wants the sheriff to arrest him, he doesn't care anymore.It doesn't matter even if he thinks about Mr. Alva in his dream, he just indulged this time and can't control anything.

"Mr. Constantine... I like you..." Dickon kissed Louis lightly on the lips, and then whispered his love language, as if afraid to wake him up.

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, you didn't even know me, but I just fell in love with you." Dickon cried softly as he spoke, "I'm sorry, I took advantage of you Drunk, I did this when I was Mr. Alva, but I couldn't control it, and it came by itself, woo woo woo..."

Then he carefully touched Mr. Louis' back and butt with his hands, and rubbed his face against the other's face gently.Perhaps feeling Dickon's relaxation, Louis also gradually relaxed his body, and the two fell into love together...

In the early morning, Louis woke up from a hangover to the chirping of a few sparrows.He rubbed his swollen head, then froze suddenly, his eyes gradually moved down, and almost screamed.

God, I must be dreaming!Why?Why no clothes?Not a single piece of clothing!

Louis moved in great panic, and then a sore and painful feeling swept over his whole body instantly, especially in an indescribable place, it was a burning pain.

At this time, the vague memory finally found its way home.Louis remembered what happened last night. He had a charming dream. He dreamed that he finally expressed his love to Alva. Not only was Alva not married, but he was married to himself.They had crazy and intense sex, lips and teeth, naked, knelt on the bed, let him enter from the back, and then shook their ass sensually, and kept screaming 'so comfortable', Alva put his hands on his Mouth, don't let him make a sound...

But Alva got married yesterday!If I wasn't dreaming, then yesterday someone took advantage of his drunkenness to...

At this time, Dickon was standing dejectedly in front of Mr. Steward, undergoing the baptism like a storm.

"How on earth did this happen? You only wore it for one night, and the shirt is torn."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Steward, but I will pay for it." Dickon said sadly. The shirt cost two shillings, which was too bad, and he didn't have a penny in his pocket.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have counted on you in the first place." The kind butler waved his hand at Dickon and said, "There is no need to pay, and I didn't mean to think you were a fool."

"That...I..." Dickon said coyly, but hesitated again.What happened last night was so beautiful that he would never forget it for the rest of his life, but he regretted it as soon as it was over.I spoiled a gentleman last night, and when he was drunk, he would be angry when he woke up. What if he called the sheriff to arrest him?Should I run away as soon as possible?But if they run away, they will find their home, and they will cause trouble for their parents.

"What's the matter?" The butler gave Dickon a strange look.

"I...I think..."

"Mr. Butler, go and have a look. There are some problems with some dishes in the kitchen, but the guests are going to get up soon." A cook ran out of the small dining room and shouted from a long distance.

"God, can't we stop for a while!" The butler ignored Dickon and strode to the kitchen.

Dickon sighed, and sat on the wooden pier of the firewood house, staring blankly at an ax next to him, quietly waiting for Mr. Louis to lose his temper.I offended a gentleman. If I go to court, I might be sentenced to hang. How could I be so impulsive last night?Why not hold back?Now my life will be accounted for.

Thinking about it, Dickon burst into tears again.He thought of his parents. If news of his crime got to his parents' ears, they would definitely be ashamed of him, and they might even be kicked out of the village.

So, the whole morning was spent in this deep brewing sadness.

Dickon's eyes were swollen with tears, but no one came to him.

In the end, the old man who was in charge of the manor's night watch came to him and scolded him, "Where the hell have you been dead all day, are you trying to be lazy!"

"No... hum... sir," sobbed Dickon.

Seeing Dickon crying so embarrassingly, the night watchman rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't have it, come and help, such a big man, why are you crying?"

On the other hand, Mr. Louis Constantine was sitting at the dining table trying to resist the discomfort of eating. His waist and lower body were so sore that he couldn't straighten his body. It took him a lot of effort to get out of the bedroom this morning. , gritted his teeth, and greeted the guests with a smile. Every step he took was a kind of torture.

Alva and his new wife sat on both sides of the dining table, looking at each other tenderly, and the sweetness between their eyebrows and eyes could not be blocked. The first night of their wedding last night was very wonderful.Louis felt sour when he saw it, and at the same time felt angry. It was that bastard who did such a nasty thing last night!Then he actually sneaked away, and when he caught him, he would definitely be sent to jail!

Then Louis noticed the butler who was busy serving food. He coughed lightly and said, "I was so happy yesterday. I accidentally got drunk and didn't know how I got back to my room."

The butler immediately stood up straight and reported: "Mr. Hui, after you got drunk yesterday, I ordered someone to help you back to your room."

"Who is it?" Louis asked, frowning.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on the butler's forehead, and he said in a panic: "Did he do something wrong? I'm really sorry Mr. Louis, he is not the manservant in the house, there was not enough manpower yesterday, so I had to hire flowers from the manor The craftsman acts as a temporary servant. If he offends you, it is my fault and I will punish him."

"Ah...no...it's nothing...he didn't offend me..." For some reason, Louis felt uncomfortable when he heard the word 'offend'. He swept the blond hair on his forehead and said indifferently: " The gardener? No wonder it's so rude...no...it's nothing...I'll see him later."

"You...you want to see him?" the butler asked in surprise.

"Yes." Louis said, playing with a small piece of green vegetables on the plate with a knife and fork, "I want to thank him for taking care of me last night."