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

My stay in France soon came to an end and I cannot recall to mind anything else worthy of note.

A few days before leaving we went down to the family's country seat at Langusdoe. Here I met Gaston's grandfather on the maternal side, the old Prince de Foix. He was verging on eighty and had seen many vicissitudes in his time, but was still erect of bearing and picturesque figure with his long white moustache and thick mane of white hair.

He was an ardent Royalist and Catholic and in his declining years devoted himself entirely to these interests, taking no part in social life; but he was very gracious in his manner towards me and nourished an affection for Gaston, hoping he would prove a worthier successor to his dignities than the Prince, of whose abilities and tastes he had rather a poor opinion, judging from one or two remarks of a slightly sarcastic nature which I heard him utter.

I must also mention that the Prince gave an entertainment before I left Paris, and among the guests were some members of Society X as well as Cecil. They smiled at me in a friendly way when I was introduced, but let fall no hint with reference to our previous encounter.

My visit came to an end at last, and I took farewell of my newly found friends with genuine regret. Cecil traveled with us to London, but there I left for Wodbury to spend the last two days of my vacation at home. The reaction from the liveliness of the past weeks was great, but happily I had not to suffer it long, and the morning of my departure for school soon broke.

I had a letter from Rutherford requesting me to look out for him at Bristol, where I had to change trains. As my train drew up, I saw him on the platform and I jumped out and ran towards him. His face lighted up with great pleasure as he greeted me, but he stopped my flow of words and suggested that we should secure our seats before starting to talk. We quickly dispatched a porter to look after our belongings and after choosing a compartment, settled ourselves down to talk. I had such a lot to tell my friend that it occupied a considerable portion of our journey, and he complimented me on the good use I had made of the last part of my holidays.

All was excitement at the school and everyone was eager to relate the adventures he had gone through during vacation.

When we gained the dormitory, we showed interest in surveying one another's appearance after our long separation. The intervening weeks since we had parted added a modicum of development to our bodies, and indeed, we took great pleasure in holding ourselves up for inspection. Bob's growth was most dramatic, and we could not help but run our hands over each dazzling element of his most recent burst of maturity. His neck had thickened, bringing about him a more manly air, and his waist had widened somewhat and was now stacked more densely with solid muscle under an even broader and thicker chest. Even Bob's member seemed to me a good deal larger than before, and I was sorely tempted to take it just there and then, even before the others had a chance to show off their own.

Duke had retained his boyish charm and mischievous demeanor, but he was taller still now, lean and lanky with the touch of a new air of poise about him. He stripped with little hesitation at all and was proud to display an uncanny sausage of a cock, grown perhaps a full inch in the short months which had kept us apart.

“We have all of us grown and put on some pounds,” grinned the Duke Jimmy, “but it seems I have done most of my growing down the inseam of my trousers, haven't I?”

“That you have indeed, Jimmy,” laughed Bob, who then turned and jabbed the nude and reclining de Beaupre playfully about the soft of his belly. “You seem to be in good health, Blackie, and quite well-fed at that. No doubt it's all that pampering dealt you by that Parisian royalty you've been running 'round with.”

“Shut up, Rutherford!” giggled Blackie, as he pushed away Bob's prodding fingers. “Besides, Master Powerscourt and I have bent our tastes more toward golden-skinned Adonises than bonbons. Isn't that right, Charlie?”

De Beaupre winked at me, revealing a tiny and teasing facet of our adventures together to the others, a tantalizing hint of the stories yet to come. The mere thought of that night with Society X, when combined with my gazing at Blackie with fresh eyes, renewed my heat and enthusiasm for the night's coming activities. Though his body was still etched in muscle, Bob in a way was correct. There was a fresh, voluptuous fleshiness about Blackie as his breast and arms and thighs were now filling out to their final masculine form. The salacious curve of his waist now bore the first signs of his insatiable appetite for fine foods and wines, and his formerly flat belly came perilously close to appearing plump over the thick tube of his cock and his large, down-covered balls. Still the same, he was truly all-together mouth-watering to me.

“Come here, Charlie,” said Bob presently. “I'm dying to feel your hand on me again. It seems like ages since we were last together like that.”

I had no objection and advanced to where he was laying on the bed with pride in my own form. My work with Joe back home had yielded a firm and well-defined youthful image to my body, which had softened little during my time with de Beaupre.

“You look fabulous, Charlie,” said Bob, as if in response to my very thoughts. “I am growing hard simply gazing at you.”

Taking his cock in my fist, I drew down the skin and moistened it with my tongue lingering over the operation, which came with a pleasing freshness to me, not having seen or touched Rutherford's member for so long. At length I started to rub it sharply.

I watched as keenly as ever the sight of the swelling purple head, as it was covered and uncovered by the movement of my hands and it fascinated me just as much as it had done on the very first occasion when I had devoted myself to a similar task with Rutherford. He was enjoying it too, and gazed at me with a smile as I went on with the work.

“You haven't forgotten how to do it since you were away,” he said, “but I dare say you have been practicing with Blackie very often, haven't you?”

I laughed and replied, “Well of course, we had to keep ourselves up to the mark, you know.”

Washing Bob's cock with my tongue, I took him far into my mouth and then back into the tightness of my throat, just as Cecil had taught me to do. Bob gasped and buckled beneath my lascivious movements, and fairly soon he released a rush of spend which poured swiftly down my gullet.

“Now it is your turn,” he said, and I took the place which he vacated, gladly suffering him to allay my voluptuous sufferings and desires.

Blackie and the Duke were similarly engaged across the chamber, and watching de Beaupre's broadened and tanned body entwined with the smooth, white corpus of the lean Jimmy Marmot proved exhilarating. I was brought to a marvelous and delicious spend. Indeed, not a one of us did get into our beds until all had received a taste of blissful joy.

I do not intend to say much about the events of this term, and can only state that it was not less pleasant to me than the one preceding it. There were not many changes among the pupils. Two new juniors had come in, but with these we had no concern. Davenport had left and there were few regrets expressed at this. Lacy still remained and we kept our friendliness with him.

Before the close of the term, Jimmy wrote to Lord Harry Marmot, and received in reply an invitation for the whole four of us to spend the Christmas vacation with him at his place in Northcumberland, Hebworth Castle. I obtained the desired permission from my father, and it was arranged that as soon as the term was over, I should proceed to Lord Harry's.