Entry 59

Cultural event

In the evenings we seemed to revert back to younger versions of ourselves. We've spent almost every night roaming the "secret" passages of the manor.

There have been a few rainy days too. We've spent those in the indoor pool.

Archbishop hasn't been in at all. He's been in London, staying at Lambeth Palace for work. I've only seen Lady Bentley-Keynes twice since I got here.

Monday was one of the rainy days. We spent the day horsing around in the water. After supper we took one of the passages up to a huge empty room. Milton think s it was a gathering room for the staff in the "old days." He had snuck a half gone bottle of whiskey into there at some point in the past and we sat in there on the dusty floor passing the bottle back and forth.

I don't think whiskey is going to be my go to drink.

I asked him what hemeant and he said "Bash, you've always been cute but the abs and chest and the diver's legs are just fucking hot."

I think I laughed anxiously and ten called him a liar.

He told me to take my shirt off and he'd point out my hottest parts.

Milton telling me how good I look was like a drug and I practically tore my t-shirt over my head.

He gave me a verbal description of my body other than what's in my diving shorts.

I have no clue why I said it but the next think I know I told him I'd like to hear his descrpition of that too.

By the time I had my pants off, I was rock hard.

I was mesmerized watching Milton squeeze and tug at his own penis through his jeans as he described every vein of my length.

I told him I wasn't ready for aany thing really touch related but I would like it if we could watch each other wank off.

We did, right there in that abandoned and forgotten meeting room and it was the most intense climax I've ever had.

We've gone back every night since and repeated. But without the whiskey. I'm going to miss it when I leave for Balmoral. My first mini taste of sex.