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

Being now unemployed, I could lie at my leisure and watch the lot of them. The sight was so exhilarating that I could feel the deeply pleasurable emotions which all gave me the fullest evidence of experiencing. The scene was over too soon for me, but before very long, Rutherford and the Duke gave way under the young Japanese lads' caresses.

De Beaupre had been kept artfully in suspense by our host, but at last, he too, succumbed, after which Lord Harry, who had held himself back by making Blackie stop his caresses whenever they promised to be too seductive, let himself go and in a few seconds discharged his sperm vigorously, causing Gaston to hold his wanton member straight upwards so that the emission leaped high into the air and fell back in white pools partly on him and on de Beaupre.

We then settled ourselves down quietly and resumed conversation.

“You have a pretty good time at school,” said Lord Harry. “You enjoy yourselves well, from what I hear. You are very lucky to be so well placed. Of course, there is generally a scope for pleasure at schools, but they do not always offer such good opportunities as you find, nor are there undoubtedly a lot of jolly fellows usually gathered together.

“Very often there are two or three prigs present who spoil a good lot of fun. I used to get on all right myself, I thought; but I must confess that I was far behind you. You see, I was at Eton, which makes a difference. There is a certain amount of disadvantage in one of the very large public schools, on account of the different classes of boys there.

“But all boarding schools and colleges are very much alike, and always have been. There is ever the chance for enjoyment if one looks for it.”

He went on to tell us a number of highly spiced anecdotes and as I listened to them, my emotions began to rise again. Jack saw this and sat himself down to play with my cock, which commenced to enlarge itself and turn up its nose until it was erect, when he amused himself by pulling it down and letting it rebound with a thump against my abdomen.

At length, Lord Harry, noting my distress, which was even greater than that displayed by my friends, gave some rapid instructions to the butlers, who came and lay on the divan. Peter placed himself behind me and forced his cock between my legs. Paul lay in front, taking my cock between his thighs, his own stiff weapon being squeezed between our two bellies.

The two black men then began to work vigorously, almost smothering me with their lustful embraces as they pressed against me, making me gasp for breath under the hold of their strong arms. As they labored on, a smile came over Paul's dark visage. Soon Peter discharged, drowning my thighs with his hot emission, while almost right after, I felt a torrent of warm sperm from Paul's member gush over my belly.

“That was what is called in sporting phraseology 'a double event,' Charlie,” said Lord Harry when he had finished, looking at me with a smile into which a considerable amount of fondness entered, for he appeared to have developed a strong regard for me since our acquaintance.

“It might have been a treble event if Charlie had come too,” said Jimmy with a saucy laugh, in which all had to join.

Jimmy was quite right when he said that I had not come that time, which was hardly to be expected, as I had come so not long before; and though matters went on in a very lively and agreeable way for the remainder of the afternoon, none of us seriously attempted to bring on a climax again, Lord Harry being in no way an advocate of too great excess…

At length, the time for departure came, and Lord Harry traveled down with us to London where he intended to spend a few days.

Another parting of a more dismal kind, however, had to take place, for dear Bob Rutherford was not returning to school any more, but going under an Army coach in preparation for Sandhurst.

Blackie, Duke Jimmy and I each felt that the loss of his society would make a big difference to us at Mr. Percival's, and none of us cared to view in anticipation the rift in our circle of friendship. We could only put on brave faces as we wished him good luck, and try to hide the sorrow we felt.

It was a great grief to me to think that I should not again be cheered by Bob's habitual good humor and never failing support under all circumstances. I had not forgotten that he had been my first mentor in opening up the paths of pleasure to me, and I regarded him with affection accordingly.

I was only too confident in my own mind how greatly I would miss him, but our life in this world is made up of meetings and partings.

Bob came to the station to see me off, as he was remaining in town. We stole a kiss on the lips and shook hands warmly and, as the train started on its journey with puffs and snorts, I put my head out of the window to catch one more glimpse of his smiling face, wondering how long it would be before I should see him again