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<description><![CDATA[Geoffrey pressed his ear to Peter's bedroom door. He could hear the shower running in Peter's private bathroom. He stood like that for several minutes listening to be certain that Peter was in the shower. Once he felt certain that Peter would not come out Geoffrey placed is white-gloved hand on the doorknob and turned slowly. The door eased open and Geoffrey crept silently into the room closing the door quietly behind him. Geoffrey tiptoed across the darkened room, his wing tips squeaking slightly as he did. <br /><br />Geoffrey was barely visible in the room with his deep chocolate complexion and is deep black butlers uniform he blended right into the darkness. The white of his shirt and his white gloves seemed to be traveling through the air on their own. A small crack of light shone under the bathroom door. Geoffrey was cursing his luck as he made his way through the room. He had hoped to take care of this matter earlier in the day while Peter was in classes at the local university. However, Peter chose today to stay home and cut all his classes. <br /><br />It made Geoffrey mad to think of just how spoiled Peter was, or rather Master Peter as he was forced to call the spoiled eighteen-year-old brat. Peter didn't care about an education but his father told Peter that if he opted not to go to college he would have to get a job and there was no way Peter was going to do that so he signed up as a communications major. But he only went to classes when felt like it and today he did not feel like going. Therefore Geoffrey was unable to sneak into the youth's room and replace the money he had taken. ]]></description>
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<description><![CDATA[It was really quite a nice hotel. My doctor had advised me to take a couple of weeks off after a particularly stressful time at work, so I found myself here in the Lake District. It was out of season and there were only a few people staying at the hotel, mainly elderly ladies. There was really nobody who interested me, you see I like boys, teenage boys preferably - all legal and above board, of course!<br /><br />There was one chap with whom I'd struck up a conversation, a Sikh chap by the name of Jitinder. He was around my age, 30, and he wore the characteristic Sikh turban and full beard and moustache. He dressed very smartly and I had only seen him fully dressed complete with shirt and tie. We shared a breakfast table, but little else.<br /><br />One morning as we finished our cooked breakfast and turned our attention to the toast, he realized that there was no marmalade on the table. The rather surly young waiter was also absent so Jitinder went in search of some.<br /><br />When he returned to the table he placed his hand on my shoulder in a friendly gesture as he passed me. Well, it was as though a bolt of electricity had passed through me, and it went straight to my cock. I couldn't believe it. He was so "not my type" that it was a total surprise that I could be so affected.<br /><br />As he sat down I could tell that he had felt a similar sensation. We were staring into each other's eyes as we were making small talk and the toast and marmalade lay forgotten on the table.]]></description>
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