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

I had caught the sea in one of its gayest humors and, as I bathed my hands in the frothing white water, I found it hard to conceive that it had its terrible moods too, although I knew that at times this coast was subject to fearful storms, and the great foam capped billows rushed in with a force that threatened to lay low the proud rocks themselves.

My comrades laughed good humouredly at my new found pleasure and I followed them slowly along the edge of the water, noting with interest the many varieties of sea weed and shells that strewed the sands, the little crabs that scuttled away at our approach as fast as their tiny feet would carry them and all the strange marine plants and animals that I now encountered for the first time.

Arriving at last at a miniature bay or inlet, in front of which a line of sunken rocks formed a natural breakwater, Jimmy proposed a swim.

“It would be just splendid,” he said. “It is not a bit cold and it would be the first bath of the season.

“But we have no towels or bathing dresses!” I objected.

“What does that matter?” replied the Duke. “We can easily run about and get dry, and as for bathing dresses, there is no one else about – and I suppose you don't mind us seeing you,” he added, with a laugh at me.

I smiled in turn and there being no further opposition, the proposal was carried. Slowly and deliberately, as if by silent and mutual consent, the four of us set to pulling away individual articles of clothing from our bodies. Bob spread wide the open front of his breeches, exposing the great mound of his pubic region pushing through the fork of his undershorts, and then he pulled his fine white shirt up and over the grand expanse of his lovely chest. Jimmy lay upon the sand to slide his pants down over his hips and legs, revealing his white inner thighs and the pouch of his genitals with lascivious glee. De Beaupre slid his simmering, nude olive flesh from his clothing as if it were the most natural act in the world, and he stretched naked in the afternoon sunlight, his every muscle tightening and standing out in bas-relief before receding ever so slightly into their normal state of definition. My cheeks reddened just a bit when I realized that my own removal of clothing unveiled a cockstand of respectable size and quality.

“What ho!” said Bob. “To the breakers!”

“Avast ye mateys!” cried Blackie. “There be treasure in the surf!”

“To arms!” I cried, and joined my three glowingly naked companions in a charge for the brilliant and glistening ocean.

Soon we were splashing to our heart's content in the sea, and throwing showers of water over each other in high spirits. Together we spent long moments wrestling about in the salty spray. Bob and I took to the Duke in the shallows, the water lapping at our behinds, the hanging ends of our cocks dipping into the warm, buoyant liquid as we laughed and struggled.

It would have been extremely difficult not to notice de Beaupre as he swam languidly about us. With our pale skin and awkward demeanor, Jimmy, Bob and I were strangers to the sea. Blackie, his smooth and streamlined body cutting through the waves, his long, jet black hair slicked perfectly behind him, his flesh already kissed by a warmer and far more loving sun than hung o'er England, looked to be born of the sea. Though I stayed at play with Bob and the Duke, my frequent glances and naughty thoughts caressed de Beaupre's body as the water itself.

We came out before we had time to get too chilled, and I marveled at the breasts and flanks of my companions as the water sluiced from their every crevice and dripped from the hair at their necks, from under their arms, and from their pubic regions. After the bath, we took to running races on the level sands and the exertion, united with the effects of the sun, soon dried our skins. We lay upon some rocks letting the sun warm our nude bodies.

“I think we owe something to Jimmy for his suggestion,” said Bob sitting up. “We should have missed a treat if we had not had that swim.”

“I am glad that you have recognized my good qualities for once,” returned Jimmy. “But I say,” he added, “doesn't the sea water shrivel one's cock up! Just look at mine, you can hardly see it!”

“You haven't got much to shrivel up, Jimmy,” retorted Bob. “But never mind, I dare say it will grow in time. And really, I cannot see that it is much smaller than usual!”

“You needn't talk, Bob. I can see that your's is just the same. Why, mine is three times as big as this generally; just look!”

Jimmy pressed himself forward for Bob's inspection, holding his cock between his finger and thumb. As Rutherford bent over to make believe that he had to get very close in order to observe it at all, he popped Jimmy's cock right into his mouth.

“That should warm me up!” exclaimed Jimmy, stretching out against the rough surface of the warm boulder as Bob was leaning over him and continuing to suck his cock.

The sight inspired my own organ to twitch back to life, and I looked mischievously toward de Beaupre, who was laying on his belly in the sunlight, the warmth of the sun drying his skin a deep golden hue. I stopped for a moment to admire the fine shape of his muscular buttocks, made more picaresque by the lovely seaside surroundings. He lay with his head of shining black curls resting on his arm, his eyes closed and his full lips parted slightly in a state of utter relaxation. His body seemed to fairly drink in the sun's rays.

I warily crept to his side and when I was upon him, I ran my hand over the fine smooth flesh of his buttocks. His lids flew open in surprise, but he soon closed them again and simply sighed with pleasure at my stolen caresses. I amused myself stroking his buttocks for a time, all the while my own cock, which had shrunken quite in the cool ocean breeze, was warming with excitement under the sun and influence of Gaston de Beaupre's alluring naked body.

Abandoning myself to sensuous indulgence, I climbed to my knees and leaned over to press both my hands against Blackie's shoulders, near where his smooth neck met with the bone of his collar. The muscles of his shoulders were round and firm, and ever so pleasing to the touch. I squeezed them, and straddling him in such a way as my rapidly engorging penis came to perch upon the crevice of his bottom, I began to massage his back. Extending my fingers, pressing the palms of my hands into the flesh and musculature which spread to either side of his spine, I gradually worked my way both up and down, all the while stimulating my cock with a sliding motion to and fro along the crack of Blackie's firm ass.

“Oh, Charlie!” he said sleepily, “do give me a fuck!”

How could I possibly resist such a tantalizing offer? Immediately I moved behind Blackie and whispered for him to rise up on his haunches, fearing he would scrape his delectable cock on the rough surface of the boulder.

But he sat up rather quickly and replied, “I've got a grand idea!” and with that, he jumped up and led me back down to the softer sand, just where the ocean was moistening the shore with its gentle lapping waves.

He bent down and quickly dug a little hole and then, to my bewilderment, lined it with a bit of wet seaweed. Promptly he flung himself upon the damp sand and placed his cock in the hole.

“Now Charlie!” he laughed, smiling at me over his shoulder.

Delighted with the idea, made more enticing by the mild spray of ocean mist that lightly dappled our bodies, I fell to my task at once. I got behind Blackie and began to rub my cock back and forward between the cleft of his tight little buttocks. My cock was now achingly erect, and the wondrous sensation of touching Blackie's flesh combined with the ocean water, which came to greet our bodies, served as a natural lubricator. I slowly introduced the top of my engorged member to the puckered little rose of his anus, which he so pleasantly offered up for my pleasure. The feeling of his tight sphincter muscles grasping at my cock enticed me to push forward.