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

“One day he got bold and gave it a kiss. He wasn't the least bashful and since then I enjoy myself with him all I can. He's got a fine shaped cock just the right size, not too small and with a lot of hair.

“He wouldn't have me get into him as he says he does not care for it that way, and even a boy like me might do some damage. (It is a good thing I still have Frederick to horse about with, hey?) Pierre had hinted that I should give him a suck which I gladly did. He is a very decent sort and he has well contributed to making my holiday a lot more fun.

“By the way, if you come with me, as I hope you will, I shall introduce you to Pierre.

“Now be sure and come. And let me know at once. I have gotten my mother to write to your father, so he can't very well refuse.”

At lunch time I watched father's face. Soon he sent for Mrs. Dennison. “I have just had a letter from the Princess de Beaupre, mother of one of Master Charles's fellow pupils, asking me to allow him to spend the remainder of his holiday with her son. Will you please make all the necessary arrangements?”

I was overjoyed and began to pour out my thanks, but father waved me coldly aside and left the room.

The eventful morning came. Saunders drove me to the station and I was soon on my way to London. De Beaupre was at the terminus to meet me. He rattled on till we reached the house. His mother was in and he took me to her. She was a tall and stately woman, with a very kind manner and at once put me at my ease.

“Gaston has often spoken of you and I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I am glad he has made such charming friends. He tells me that you and the Duke of Surrey and a boy named Rutherford are his principal companions. I know the Duke very well and think him a most engaging lad; I am sure I shall soon be able to say the same of you when we know each other a little more.”

Gaston knew his city well and was able to tell me much about the ways and customs of the people we met. He told me the differences which existed between France and England in this respect.

Some four or five days after our arrival in Paris, de Beaupre announced that he intended to take me that afternoon to Cecil's. I was delighted with the idea and awaited the hour set for our visit.

He arrived at Cecil's apartment, where Maurice admitted us, his face lighting up as he saw Gaston. He conducted us to the drawing room which was large and in the Louis Quinze style, and here we found the man whom we had come to see.

He rose up as we entered and, coming forward, kissed Gaston. He introduced me to him and I held out my hand; but he disdained such cold formality and embraced me with the greatest tenderness, pressing his lips to each of my cheeks in turn and saying, “I am so charmed to meet one of Gaston's English friends. But you must let me call you Charlie, as Gaston does, will you not?”

I stammered a polite yes, and soon we were talking to each other in an animated manner. He seemed to devote himself a great deal to me and I was afraid his attentions would arouse de Beaupre's jealousy, but such an idea never seemed to cross his mind.

After a time Cecil said, “What do you say to a visit to the theater this evening – there is a very nice thing at the Opera Comique just now. Shall we go?”

I looked at de Beaupre, referring the matter to him, but he replied, “Certainly, my mother knew where we were going, so it won't matter in the least if we are late.”

“Very well then, that settles it,” he said. “The thing now is to get the seats. I am very sorry Gaston to bother you, but Maurice is busy, so would you mind going? Charlie shall stay here and amuse me while you are gone.”

De Beaupre could not well refuse and in a few minutes departed on his errand. When he had gone, Cecil reclined on the couch and bade me draw my chair closer to him.

“I was at a ball last night and feel tired today. You must excuse me for lying down,” he said.

Soon his voice grew softer. His eyes dropped and gradually closed completely. He appeared to have fallen asleep.

In his movements, his smoking jacket had become drawn upwards, revealing the lower part of the fork of his trousers, withholding the fabulous treasures within. How I longed to touch them; I could do so by stretching my hand out, but could I dare to make the attempt?

If only I could be sure he would not awake, I would go so far. I gazed into his face, but to all eyes, he was sunk in slumber. Assured now, I put my fingers on his ankle. Still no movement, and feeling more sure, I moved my hand to his calf.

He stirred and I drew back, but he did not open his eyes and the only effect his motion had was to open his smoking jacket so that I could see his body more fully.

My courage soon returned and I let my hands wander gently over his chest. The ripple of muscles under my touch thrilled me, but my heart was not bold enough to investigate further.

Cecil's sleep was so quiet that I left off watching his face. I did not see his eyes open; but as my hand hovered about the crevice of his belly, it was suddenly caught in his. My blood froze at being thus discovered, and I trembled in mortal terror.

He only laughed and said, “Oh you naughty boy! What have you been doing while I was asleep?”

I hardly dared look at him, but when I did, I was overwhelmed by the melting passion he displayed in every feature and my fright evaporated. Though I formed the conclusion at the time, perhaps he feigned sleep to induce me in this act.

“Proceed,” he said. “Imagine I am still asleep, and I will forgive you entirely.”

My blood grew hot at this invitation, and he pressed my hand towards his thighs, hinting to me in the most unmistakable terms to continue. All that Blackie had told me of Cecil came into my mind with a rush, and here at last was the opportunity that I had been anxiously awaiting; and the chance now offered itself to become acquainted at first hand with his masterful charms.

I hesitated no longer, but slowly advanced by hand towards Cecil's cock. I found no obstruction in doing so and suddenly a tremor passed through me as my fingers touched his warm belly and became entangled in the long, soft growth of hair thereon. I groped blindly about in search of further discoveries, and my investigation was successfully met as I felt his cock jump into my hand. It was large and exceptionally well formed.

The next instant I almost gave a cry as I discovered a golden ring looping through the head of Cecil's cock. Cecil looked at my expression of astonishment and smiled slyly.

“Society X!” I exclaimed.

“Ah ha!” he laughed. “I can see Gaston has been telling tales.”

I blushed, not wishing to betray my friend's confidence any further.

“Oh, come now Charlie,” said Cecil, moving closer. “There's no need to worry.” As he spoke, he guided my hand to his wondrous cock. I could not keep myself from looking, and he allowed me to lean forward and feast my eyes on the novel spectacle of his penis ring.

“We call it a Prince Albert Ring,” he said.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped. “Gaston told us about Sir Henry's ring.”

The idea of piercing my own penis sent exhilarated chills of fear and passion down my spine, electrifying my entire being. I was lost to all but the wondrous interest of the moment, and presently I was possessed of a desire to kiss that miraculous ring around his cock.

“Ah Charlie,” Cecil laughed as I pressed my head between his thighs. “I see you have learned more than Latin at school!”

I couldn't answer, for I had taken his formidable cock between my lips and tasted the metal of the gold mingled with the delicious saltiness of his skin. I tickled and nibbled his balls and reached for his anus, lightly teasing the hole with my fingertip. Soon I felt it contract slightly under my touch. His cock lurched, the golden hoop made a tinkling sound against my teeth. I felt Cecil sensuously rubbing my haunches and lightly seeking my own asshole.