Anonymous - Memoirs of a Voluptuary, or the Secret Life of an English Boarding School

“Oh sir! You flatter me so,” said Joe as he blushed, bare-chested, and then swallowed my bait. “But let us see your own body beneath that riding jacket. I would bet it is just as handsome as you say is my own, if not more so.”

This young man who had so recently haunted my nights' dreams was now cheerfully setting to work undoing the buttons of my shirt, even as I pulled my riding jacket away and tossed it to the side. Tugging the tails from my pants and spreading the clean fabric away to reveal my corpus to his critical eye, he paused there gazing at me, unknowingly sending electrical thrills into my loins.

“Hmm, you may have softened a bit after all, Master Charles,” said Joe as he slid his hands from the tight and firm expanse of my chest down to the plump flesh which had freshly accumulated 'round my waist and over the muscles of my belly. “We shall take care of that, and in no time at all, I promise.

“But I see,” he added with a whisper, “that some parts of you shall remain hard in even the most trying of times.”

He came very close, and reached down between my thighs and gave my cock a strong squeeze through the fabric of my pants.

“Joe!” I laughed huskily, “Your state of mind has changed considerably from yesterday. What has come over you?” I asked as he continued to grope around my breeches and was reaching inside for my throbbing prick.

“Well, sir,” he replied bashfully, “I just thought that perhaps you were going to trick me like the others. Like Walter and Alice.”

“Oh no, Joe,” I said, pulling him up closer. “I just wanted to have some fun.” And with that I reached down between his thighs to find that his cock was erect as well, and to my pleasure I discovered that he was very liberally endowed.

I let him kneel in front of me, as he seemed to desire to do so, and take out my cock. He fell to looking it over quite curiously, all the while stroking it.

“Let me have a look at yours, Joe. I should like to see it!”

He did not display any objection, but immediately took his cock out and exhibited it to me without reserve. I took hold of his long cock and hungrily began to stroke it, bringing it almost immediately to a stand.

“What will that do?” he asked. He was evidently not used to this operation, curious for a man who was clearly well into the prime of his young adulthood. It would be an added pleasure in store for me by seeing the delighted surprise he would be certain to evince presently.

“Perhaps we can begin our drills now, what say, Joe?” I said, and making him sit down on the turf, I squatted by his side and set about the task I had undertaken.

Pulling the last of his clothing from him, I kissed his teats and his neck, and rubbed my member against his thighs and the flat ridges of muscle at his belly. He experienced a new species of joy altogether as I went on, and expressed himself to that effect more than once. As the end became impending, he was carried away entirely and his eyes sparkled as he caught my hand.

“Stop, sir, stop! What have you done? I can't tell you what I feel like.”

“Oh no!” I smiled, coming closer to him still. “I shan't let you go until I make you come.”

“Ohhhh!” he moaned in a gravelly voice, and relaxed a little, falling backwards. Soon I was leaning over his reclining body as I continued to stroke and rub his throbbing cock. I placed my knees on either side of his hips, and he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“What are you doing, sir?” he asked with some little dismay.

“I am going to give you unbounded pleasures, Joe,” I replied. I continued to soothe him by still ministering affectionate tugs on his cock and giving his balls a tight little squeeze now and again. I managed to pull my hand away for a moment and quickly lubricated my fingers with some saliva from my mouth. I resumed lightly teasing him, for I did not want him to spend before I had entered his anus with my prick, which needless to add, was raging with blood and desire.

I slyly tickled Joe's asshole with my moist fingers, and he moaned and wriggled down, plunging himself onto my questing touches. I soon replaced my finger with the tip of my cock, and as I leaned forward over him I whispered just as I had in my dream, “I am going to fuck you, Joe.”

“Yes. Yes sir. Anything,” he replied, half delirious with new found pleasure as he writhed like a serpent underneath me.

I readied myself for entry, and with one great shove, I thrust my member into his virgin orifice. I felt a great surge of ecstasy throughout my body as his sphincter muscles tightened around my cock, and he cried out in a yell that was his pleasure mixed with the initial pain of entry. I began to pump furiously, abandoning all discretion, and Joe moved in perfect tandem with my body, rising to meet each push with a groan of pleasure. Suddenly he yelled out and shot a great load of spunk up between our bellies. I soon was following him in his orgasm, and as I shot my load up his asshole, I fell forward and was forced to bite him on the shoulder from fear of screaming in bliss and alarming anyone that might be nearby.

“Oh sir!” said Joe sleepily, “I have never known such… such…” He did not know the words to name his satisfied pleasure. I just smiled and we lay quietly in one another's arms for a time. When I went to withdraw my dagger from its warm sheath, he winced and pulled me closer, placing a salacious kiss right on my lips!

We promised to meet again in this way and enjoy one another's company, though I am sorry to say that this never came to pass. Joe and I did work together at a vigorous regimen, and before too long, I was as lean and strong as I had ever been.

The days passed slowly, but as each one went, I felt that I was nearer by so much to my liberation as I viewed the reopening of school. Several weeks had gone by without my receiving an invitation from Rutherford to come and stay with him, so I began to lose hope of a respite from this oppressive house and determined not to dwell on it.

In the fourth week, I received a letter from de Beaupre, written from London, saying that in three days from that date, he was returning to Paris, and asking if I could get permission to go with him and finish my holidays there.

He explained that Jimmy could not accompany him, his mother wishing to have him with her, and as he was most anxious to have a chum to keep him company, he would be very glad if I could come.

It was a long letter written in a very lively style, and went on to recount some of his doings.

“I have had some fine times with my mother's coachman, Frederick. He is a ripping lad and helps me brush and keep the horses. He and I have had some roaring good fun in the stables.

“One time, Frederick brought me up onto a saddled mare with him, as if to teach me the finer points of riding western-style, like the cowboys. The horse's trotting movements, when combined with Frederick's lascivious rubbings and stimulations, brought me to a roaring cockstand. But when I thought we should dismount and do something about the situation, Frederick insisted we proceed with our saucy maneuvers there upon the beast's back. What a time we had, acting like circus clowns spinning about on that horse, sucking one another's big cocks and trying to balance ourselves while doing it! Small wonder we wound up on the floor of the glen, bruised and half naked.

“Then my mother hired a manservant for me named Pierre. Every morning when I've had my bath, he comes in to wash me, as he claims I am not big enough to do it.

“Somehow my cock is always stiff at these times, but at first he would never say anything, but just go on soaping and sponging me. He was very fond of touching me between the legs and having a little feel. Naturally I let him see that I wasn't an innocent and before long he got in the habit of taking hold of my cock and stroking it.