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

The effect upon Bob was equally keen, being attested by his actions, for he squirmed with pleasure under the ardor I was devoting to him, as I could not travel with my tongue in the usual ease over his member, the stickiness of the skin preventing me, so that I was forced to use more saliva in order to assist matters. I also set my hands to work on his balls and the base of his cock, which naturally aided operations.

The anticipated development ensued in good time, and with a rush, his sperm emptied itself into my ready mouth, a soupcon of the honey was mingled with it as it touched my palate, so that it was truly a love nectar that finally found its way down my throat.

Both Bob and I voted the baton de sucre a great success and a general trial of it was made all around. De Beaupre employed the method on Jimmy and afterwards the latter devoted himself to making the experiment on me, while Blackie reserved himself to the last for Bob's benefit.

In Jimmy's case and in mine, a liberal application of honey was needed before we were taken up into the regions of joy.

It had a remarkable effect in increasing one's sensations as I was well able to testify, and we were unanimously of the opinion that the whole proceedings added yet another bay to de Beaupre's crown.

We had heard nothing of Davenport causing any trouble. He and Lawrence had not only refrained from attempting to ride roughshod over the lower forms, but for quite a considerable time had not even the heart to penetrate even the mildest form of joking on them, but carried themselves in a mild way.

Williams used to keep us pretty well posted up on what happened in his dormitory, but we never ascertained that anything took place which could not be undergone in a good tempered spirit.

One day I was taking a bath and had not looked to see if I had locked the bathroom door. While I was in mist of my ablutions, Davenport came in. Although I was on speaking terms with him now, our acquaintance was not an intimate one, and in fact never gained this length as long as we were together. I therefore felt no pleasure at his appearance, but the feeling was not exactly reciprocated, judging by Davenport's actions, for he cast upon me what he no doubt intended to be an engaging smile and began to undress.

My sole plan then was to finish as quickly as possible, and I hurried on with my wash. He had only his dressing gown and slippers on and it did not take him two seconds to divest himself of these, and the next moment he had stepped into the bath and stood over me. I rose to get out and give him entire possession, but he did not mean me to do so and proceeded to show some little playfulness, seizing me by the shoulders and endeavoring to force me back.

I protested that I had finished, but he urged me to remain a little longer. I explained that I was anxious to dress quickly, as I had something that I particularly wished to do, but he continued his persuasions.

He did not press me again, but put his hand down and took hold of my cock. I pushed him away, but he only laughed and returned to the assault. I covered my thighs with my hand and made an effort to step out, whereupon he took me by the arm and drew my attention to his own member. I had never seen it since that time which I have already put on record. It was quite stiff now, but looked uglier than ever in its excited condition.

“Lets have a frig, Powerscourt,” he said, trying to pull one of my hands towards his organ; but I repelled his overtures, the suggestion not presenting itself at all favorably to my mind.

“Go on,” he continued. “I'll do you, if you do me.” But I declined.

“Yes, do,” he went on, “don't be a muff. You've done it before, haven't you?”

“Yes,” I said, “I know what you mean, but I don't care about it much. I'm in a hurry too, really!”

I got one leg over the side of the bath and, as he saw that it was no use making any further endeavor to engage my services, he exclaimed in an offhand manner, “Very well, if you won't, you won't! That settles it, I'll do it myself then.” He stood up and began to rub his cock quickly with one hand. I proceeded to dry myself and dress, but took a casual look at him now and then, being unable to resist the inclination.

I could never have brought myself to engage in this sort of practice with him. The notion was distasteful to me, but if he chose to operate upon himself, I saw no reason why I should not take advantage of the opportunity to watch the procedure.

I was not completely dressed when he called out, “Here it comes, Powerscourt!” I should not have been human if I had refrained from turning my eyes in his direction. Davenport gave a last quick rub and then directed his cock straight before him, thrusting out his belly as he did so.

“That was a lot, wasn't it?” he cried, turning to me.

I assented but made no further comment, and he pursued, “Why don't you let me have a go at you; it doesn't hurt and everybody does it!”

“It isn't that,” I replied. “I know what it is like. A chap doesn't always feel up to doing it. I'm sure I couldn't manage to make anything come now. And Rutherford is waiting for me. We'll let go for another time.”

“All right, just as you like,” he said and dropped down into the water. I lost no time in completing my preparations for departure and hurried away as soon as I was ready, glad to escape from his society, for I cherished an unconquerable antipathy to him, which seemed to arise from the first moment that we met.

Davenport had not done me any harm in some weeks, and lately had striven to ingratiate himself with me; but it was no use, as I could not bring myself to be on really friendly terms with him.

“Davenport wanted me to come in with him to the lavatory today and another time before, but I wouldn't,” Williams reported to me later that day. “And one night he and Lawrence got hold of Benson and made his cock stiff and then started to rub it up and down. He made no end of a fuss, but I don't think they were able to get anything to come. It's a marvel when it does though, isn't it? And it doesn't taste half bad either.

“I tried to make some the other day when I was in the privy. I did my best to make it, and squeezed the end of my thing until I got a very rummy sensation. Then, voila! It felt every bit as good as that time your Mr. de Beaupre impressed me into playing 'cream and crumpets.' Oh, I shall not soon forget that, shall I?”

“How is Elgar now?” I asked with slight impatience. “I suppose he gets on all right since they have stopped their rough tricks on him?”

“Oh yes,” replied Williams, “he's brightened up a lot. He is not really such a bad chap, though perhaps a bit weak minded. But he is a chap that has an awfully funny cock – all the skin on the top has been cut off.

“They tease him about his cock although I think it looks quite nice. Anyway, Elgar flares up and fights for all he is worth, but he cannot do anything against two big chaps like Davenport and Lawrence, and they occasionally still do put him on his back and get hold of his cock. They generally tweak it or put on some soap or something of this kind.”

Happening to step into the lavatory one day and finding Elgar there, I remembered the above conversation, so I said, “Let's have a look at your cock, Elgar!”

He made no bother but showed it to me at once. It was the first time I had seen a circumcised member, so I was rather interested in examining it. It looked rather peculiar with its bare head and I cannot say that I was rather excited by the difference of its appearance.

On two or three subsequent occasions, Davenport endeavored to beguile me into giving him my company for the purpose of mutual indulgence, but I always managed to evade his solicitations by some excuse.