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After the day’s labors were done, everyone laid about the servants’ hall like wet slices of bread. Even the typically impeccably dressed Mr. Barrow—Thomas—had shed his jacket and offered to play a game of cards with Jimmy in just his shirtsleeves. After staring at the under butler’s practically naked upper body, Jimmy mumbled something about being tired and was up the stairs like a shot.
He twisted miserably on top of his bedsheets. Even with his small, sticky window open as wide as possible, his body remained covered in a light sheen of sweat. The heat caused his hair to simultaneously frizz and stick wetly to his forehead. Nonetheless, it had been a sweet relief to turn in early so he could strip out of his clothes—particularly the heavy trousers. Jimmy sighed and let himself relax against the lumpy mattress.
Thomas. Thomas smiling down at him. Thomas taking off his jacket—no, Thomas taking off all of his clothes! Thomas lying naked in a hammock with a coconut shell covering his prick!
Jimmy guiltily jerked his hand away from his cock. He reasoned the heat must be driving him mad. Jimmy decided not to dwell on the fact that Thomas regularly featured in his masturbatory fantasies.
Nevertheless, he was already hot and sticky. Jimmy may as well get hotter and stickier while roasting in the servants’ quarters.
Thomas lying naked in a hammock with a coconut shell covering his prick…
Jimmy flexed his toes in the warm sand. The tropical ocean waves crashed on the shore. Between two palm trees, Thomas lay naked in a hammock with a coconut shell covering his prick. His eyes were closed against the bright sun, and his arms were stretched out to support his head and expose his manly underarms. Thomas slowly opened his steel gray eyes.
“You, boy! I need your help!”
Jimmy gulped and pointed to himself.
“Yes, you! I’m in a right fix, I am.”
He floated over the sand to Thomas’s hammock. “What seems to be the trouble, sir?”
Thomas moaned and tugged at the coconut shell with one hand. “It’s stuck. I want to handle myself so desperately. I’ve been watching the beautiful men swim and play in the nude on this beach. But Master Bates put this coconut shell on me.”
Jimmy chuckled at Thomas’s joke and then nodded soberly in a show of sympathy for his predicament.
Thomas’s sweet mouth twisted into his characteristic pout, “Master Bates said he would free me if I let him spray his seed on my bollocks. Jism is the only thing that can loosen my prick from this damn fruit. I manfully punched his jaw, and then threw him into the ocean.”
Jimmy rested his hand on Thomas’s hairy knee. “You’re so strong.”
“Thank you, Jimmy. I have to be strong to lug around this big prick of mine. It’s awfully heavy.”
Jimmy nodded in sympathy, “I can’t wait to see it. Of course I will help you.”
Jimmy straddled the hammock and began frantically tugging his prick while aiming it at Thomas’s heavy bollocks. The head of his cock bumped up against the rough, hairy coconut shell.
Thomas’s eyes burned with lust–fire as he moaned and rubbed his own body with fragrant oils. Jimmy grunted as Thomas thrust up against his hips. The under-butler gripped Jimmy’s buttocks and came with a deep growl. Jism gushed through the gaps in the shell. With that glorious sight, Jimmy finally came all over Thomas’s bollocks. He collapsed on top of Thomas, sticky and satisfied.
“Jimmy, twist off the coconut shell. My big cock is ready to see you.”
Jimmy reached for the sticky coconut shell-
Suddenly, he heard a strange knocking sound in the distance.
“Jimmy…Jimmy! I’m only checking that you’re alright. You didn’t look well-”
Jimmy pulled his hand away from his still-hard prick with a gasp. He dared not breathe. Thomas knocked twice more. Jimmy clamped his eyes shut, as if that would strengthen the illusion that he was sleeping innocently. After what seemed like hours, he heard Thomas’s footsteps move down the men’s corridor.
…Thomas lying naked in the men’s corridor with his white glove covering his prick!
Jimmy returned to his business.