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As part of his duties as Butler, Stuart was responsible for the recruitment of staff and as Will, his under-Butler, has just moved on to take up a Butler position elsewhere he was interviewing for his replacement.

He always held interviews when the house was un-occupied so that he could show prospective staff around the house without inconveniencing the family.
Interviews were always held in the Butlers Pantry a comfortable sitting/work room just off the main hall and adjacent to the kitchen area.

So far this afternoon he had seen two possible candidates neither of whom was desperately inspiring. Having allowed himself a break for a cup of tea and a cigarette he was now ready for the final applicant of the afternoon.

He walked to the door to the hall and called the young man in. His name was Andrew he was about 5’10, slight, dark haired, lightly tanned with good teeth and fine features. He was wearing well cut grey flannels and a navy blue blazer.

Simon started with his usual questions about previous employment, interests etc. Then asked about living away from home, girl/boy friends, family etc. Andrew had worked in the hotel and catering industry seemed to have no significant attachments and was used to living away from home. His Mother apparently lived in Lyme Regis, his father was dead.

He took Andrew on a conducted tour of the house and thought he was hearing the right noises and questions.

Back in the pantry he invited Andrew to sit down and remove his jacket if he felt more comfortable. The log fire roaring away in the grate had made the room quite warm. Andrew did as bidden. Almost inadvertently Simon could not fail to notice the generously filled crotch of Andrew’s trousers but thought little more of it at that moment. Then whilst he was still talking to Andrew, having offered him a cigarette, the germ hope started to seep into his subconscious.

He asked Andrew if he would mind trying on the morning suit that he would be required to wear at work - for two reasons. One to see if any of the spares would fit him and two to see what he looked like in the suit. The third un-spoken reason was to get the lad out of his clothes and see if anything happened.

Andrew seemed quite happy to comply and stubbed out his cigarette. He removed his shoes and trousers revealing slim well defined legs which were tanned and lightly hair covered. Obviously the length of his shirt concealed the area of most interest to Simon. Simon passed him the trousers that he thought might fit and Andrew stepped into them. He fastened the waist and went to raise the zip. Halfway up it stuck, seeming to have caught in his shirt, after a few moments struggling he asked Simon if he could help. Gingerly Simon took hold of the zip tag and the waistband but could not move the zip.


“It seems we have a problem” said Simon “I know, lie down on the settee and I will try and get a better grip”. Andrew duly complied and Simon set to work. At first he repeated his earlier attempt but to know avail he then said “do you mind if I put my hand into the front of the trousers to try to pull the shirt out as I ease the zip?” “No said Andrew do what you must” Simon was by now getting rather excited at the prospect of putting his hand into Andrew’s trousers even though he was convinced the only result would be a free’d zip.

As he slid his hand down the now open waistband towards the problem area he brushed against an extremely firm object. Showing no outward reaction he dealt with the problem zip, finally sliding it down and fully open. On doing so the well filled underpants came into view. Simon looked Andrew eye to eye. Andrew gave a little smile. Simon has not moved from his position, kneeling at the side of the sofa and gently put his hand back into the open fly and squeezed the bulge in Andrew’s underwear. Andrew gave a little groan and raised his hips slightly off the sofa. The game was won.

Simon moved round and pulled Andrew’s trousers off by the hems. He then moved back to the side of the settee and started to investigate the contents of the underpants. As he slid them down a delightful object slapped against Andrew’s stomach – the foreskin already peeling back under the strain of the erection. Andrew was by now unbuttoning the Butler’s trouser waistband and sliding down the zip. As his hand entered Stephen’s underpants he was met by a similar offering. “I suppose as you are to be the under-Butler I had better see how you perform under me” said the Butler. “Right Sir” said Andrew with a huge grin as he slowly turned over on the settee offering his fundamental orifice to Stuart. Getting up Stuart reached into his desk drawer and found a pot of lubricating cream which he offered to the lad who, taking a generous handful started to apply it gently to the Butler’s penis. Stuart then dipped his finger into the pot and used it to gently lubricate the other’s anus. It was not long before they were locked in writhing pleasure and a warm salty deposit was transferred from one to the other.

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