anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

As soon as we had witnessed this consummation, Jimmy and I went over to my bed. I got on my back, and Jimmy placed himself over me in accordance with Blackie's instructions. The relative positions afforded excellent scope for mutual enjoyment, and spoke volumes for the genius of its inventor, whoever that unknown individual may have been. The feel of Jimmy's stiff and warm cock in my mouth excited me tremendously, and I used my tongue and lips on it with impatient eagerness, while at the same time I pulled and twisted his balls about, tickling the little pink hole with one finger, so as to do all I could to add to his pleasure. He returned the compliment with equal zest, sending me nearly wild with delight as he tongued my glowing member, working it up and down with his lips and rubbing the root with one finger and a thumb. Our bellies and thighs heaved and wriggled with the excess of our enjoyment, which only grew in strength as we continued. Bob and Blackie were now spectators in their turn, and watched us with great interest. Presently, Blackie commenced to tickle Jimmy's spine with his fingers; and Bob followed his example, as far as he was able, by stroking my thighs. This went on for some little time, until I felt a tingling sensation creeping over me, and knew that the end was not far off. I judged, too, by the way Jimmy quivered every now and then that he was in a very similar predicament; as he sank lower, thrusting his cock further into my mouth, I heard him gasp, his hot breath pouring thickly out over my thighs. Then he almost fell on my face, his teeth closed tightly on my member, his own organ palpitated, and felt something wet and warm trickling down my throat. Next minute the transport seized upon me, too; I gave a big heave upwards, and then all my muscles relaxed their tension, and I was conscious of nothing but the glorious, thrilling happiness that was setting my entire frame on fire as my cock jumped about excitedly in the act of throwing off its essence in Jimmy's mouth. The exquisite bliss prostrated us both, and we did not even move to change our position until the first effects had passed off, although we were causing each other the acutest physical sensations as our lips pressed upon one another's super-sensitive members; but at last Jimmy raised himself up, and we both proceeded to get into our nightshirts.

"Wasn't it just jolly?" exclaimed the duke, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm at the vivid reminiscence.

"I should think it was-only more so!" I replied; adding, "I propose that Blackie retain his office as master of ceremonies permanently. He reminds me of that chap you read about in the Roman histories-Petronius, was his name, wasn't it?- who used to plan out all the entertainments for Nero. Blackie would have done all right in that job, if he had lived then."

They laughed, and after a little further talk we said goodnight, the light was put out, and we prepared for sleep.

The following morning, a little before lunchtime, I went into one of the classrooms to get a Greek lexicon which I had left there. When I got to the room I found two of the boys standing there talking together. One was named Fred Davenport and the other Reggie Lawrence. They belonged to the ranks of the older pupils, both being about fifteen. I had scarcely more than a nodding acquaintance with them, as I had hardly had any occasion to speak to them up to the present, save in the most casual way, and indeed, I had not taken a strong liking to either. Davenport, who was the elder, was a rather tall and lanky lad, with a long nose and a decidedly vain air, though why he affected the latter I do not know, for I never discovered anything about him that he need be particularly conceited about. Lawrence was a short and thick-set boy, with sandy hair and a broad, freckled face, continually on the grin.

I said nothing to them, as they appeared to be engrossed in conversation, but walked straight across to the desk where my dictionary was lying, and picked it up, turning to go out again.

Then Davenport called out, "What are you doing with that book, kid?"

"It's mine," I replied shortly, not liking his tone. "It isn't. It's mine. Put it down at once," he said. "I shan't do anything of the kind," I retorted. "This is my book. I left it here this morning, and I just came in to get it, as I want to use it this afternoon."

"Look here, youngster! You just be careful how you talk to me. I say you're not to take that book away."

"And I tell you it's mine, and I want it," I returned, and retreated to the door, but Davenport placed himself between it and me.

"I don't want any cheek," continued Davenport. "I told you to put the book down, and you've got to do it. Just catch hold of him, Reggie, will you?"

Lawrence seized me by the arms, and in struggling to get away, I dropped the book. Still holding me with one hand, he stooped and picked it up. As he did so the cover fell open, and he caught sight of my name written on the first page.

"It's quite right, Fred. It is his book; his name is in it," he said.

"Is it?" replied Davenport. "Well, anyhow, it doesn't matter. He shouldn't have been so cheeky. These new kids give themselves no end of airs."

"We had better let him go hadn't we?" said Lawrence.

"I don't know," replied Davenport. "I think we ought to teach him manners. Suppose we freemason him, eh?"

"All right!" returned Lawrence. "Lend a hand, then, Fred."

Lawrence retained his hold of my arms, while Davenport seized me by the legs, and between them they lifted me bodily up and laid me on the desk.

"Shut up, you cads!" I tried, but they paid no attention, beyond Lawrence clapping a hand over my mouth. I struggled with all my might, but could do nothing against the two of them, and in spite of my efforts, they held me so firmly that I could not move a limb.

"You might as well keep quiet. We've got you safe," said Davenport; and then, with a malicious grin all over his face, he calmly began to unbutton all the front of my breeches. I felt overcome with shame as he pushed up my shirt, baring my private parts to his and Lawrence's rude gaze.

"There it is! Look at it, Reggie," he tried, taking my cock in his fingers, and both of them laughed hugely, while I was full of mortification at the outrage, and the blood reddened my cheeks and forehead.

Lawrence also had a feel, and when both had satisfied themselves with handling me, Davenport spat freely on my genitals, Lawrence following him by doing the same.

"Let him go now. He can take his book and be off," exclaimed Davenport; and they released me, watching with mocking smiles as I sat up and set myself to the ignominious task of wiping off their spittle, which covered my cock and balls and overran my belly and thighs. As I did this and put my clothes in order again, I felt in anything but a pleasant frame of mind; and the taunting jeers which both hurled after me as I picked up my book and left the room made me thirst for an opportunity for revenge.

I communicated my wrongs to my chums, who sympathised with me greatly.

"That chap Davenport is a cocky ass," said Bob; "and Lawrence follows his lead in everything. Nobody likes them, and they both want taking down a peg. Davenport's rather in with old Percival, because he is well up in class, and he thinks he can do as he likes. I've interfered several times when he has been trying to bully some of the youngsters, and once he'd have got a good licking if Chadwick hadn't stopped us. They say he is very fond of playing rough jokes on new kids in his dormitory, but, of course, I don't know anything about that. If he tries any more nonsense on with you, Charlie, just let me know, and I'll see that he doesn't do it again."

I was fated to meet with still further misfortune that day, for after tea I had occasion to go to a little room where we kept bats, tennis-rackets and articles of that kind. Who should be in there but Davenport and Lawrence, and two little chaps-one called Williams, and nicknamed Fatty, on account of his stodgy build, and the other Davenport Minor, who was only eleven, but was as insufferable in his way as his brother.