anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

The tension of our bodies dissipated, both Gaston and I felt lassitude creeping upon us, and were anxious for sleep. Cecile put us to bed in the room next to hers, and almost before she had left the apartment we had closed our eyes.

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

A few days before leaving, we went down to the family's country seat in Languedoc. Here I met Gaston's grandfather on the paternal side, the old Prince de Foix, Duc de Beaupre. He was verging upon eighty, and had seen many vicissitudes in his time, but was still erect of bearing, and a picturesque figure, with his long white moustache and hoary locks. A glance at the Almanach de Gotha showed him to be a very important personage, being a Knight of St John of Jerusalem and Malta, and a Chevalier of the Order of Christ. 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 a particular affection for Gaston, hoping that 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 princess gave an entertainment before I left Paris, and among the guests were Helene and Isabelle, as well as Cecile. They smiled at me in a friendly way when I was introduced, but let fall no hint with reference to our previous encounter. They comported themselves now with as much regard for propriety as any of their fellow guests; and I gathered that they both filled positions in the front rank of society, when I heard them spoken of, and was informed of their full titles-Helene was the Marquise de St. Pol and Isabelle, the Comtesse de Charente-which in both cases evidenced their alliance with great houses.

I again begged Helene to let me return her bracelet, as I was at a loss to know what to do with it; but she would not hear of such a thing, saying that I must keep it in remembrance of her; so I was compelled to be satisfied with this.

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

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

"I am awfully sorry," he said, "That I could not have you with me; but I had no idea that we should stay such a long time with the Campbells. We only got back to Everton a fortnight ago. I had a very good time, indeed; but I think you have beaten me."

All was excitement at the school, and everyone was eager to relate the adventures he had gone through during the vacation. The house resounded with our chatter, but the masters only smiled at the exuberance we displayed. Jimmy looked in fine form, and fatter than ever, and he kept both Gaston and me busy in recounting the incidents of our sojourn in Paris. When I told him about the affair of the photograph, he shook his fist at de Beaupre, but suffered himself to be mollified on being told Cecile's comments on his appearance. When we gained the dormitory, we showed considerable interest in surveying one another's appearance after our long separation. The intervening weeks since we had parted had added a modicum of development to our persons; indeed, Bob's member seemed to me to be a good deal larger than before, while Jimmy's had also perceptibly grown. On their part, they pronounced a similar opinion upon Gaston and myself.

"I've got some hairs coming; nearly as many as Blackie!" cried Jimmy, with much pride, as he offered himself to view.

We looked, and laughed at the gross exaggeration; but certainly there were some faint traces of an incipient papillary growth on his middle regions. He affected to be annoyed as we smilingly refused to recognise his claims, but he could not keep up the pretence for long, and said, "Well, of course, Blackie has more than me, I know; but, still, you can see for yourselves that mine are growing all right."

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

I had no objection, and advanced to where he lay on the bed. Taking his cock in my fist, I drew down the skin, and moistened the top with my tongue, lingering over the operation, which came with a pleasing freshness to me, not having seen and touched Rutherford's member for so long. At length I started to rub it sharply.

"Oh!" cried Bob, making a sudden gesture; "look out! I'm sorry, Charlie, but you were pulling my hair, and it hurt rather. That's all right now. Go on!"

As I continued, I watched as keenly as ever the sight of the swelling purple head, as it was covered and uncovered by the movements of my hand 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 have been away," he said; "but I dare say you have been practising with Blackie pretty often, haven't you?"

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

He was soon taken up too much by his feelings to indulge in any further conversation, and had no thought for anything but the delight I was giving him. In a few minutes he signified that he was about to discharge, and I quickly covered his cock with my mouth, just in time to receive an abundant flow of warm, creamy juice.

"Now it is your turn," he said, and I took the place which he vacated, gladly suffering him to allay my voluptuous desires. Blackie and the duke were similarly engaged, and we did not 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 that. Lacy still remained, and we kept up our friendliness with him.

Jimmy and I were taking a bath together one day, and while we were doing so, Lacy joined us. "Keep your eyes open, you chaps!" he said to us; "Mr. Ferguson will be having a peep in a minute-he saw me come in," and he winked at us. Sure enough, a little later the door opened and Ferguson's head appeared in the opening. When he saw that Lacy was not alone, however, he merely said a few words and retired. We had the best of him on that occasion, for the three of us had a jolly time, following it up until we had spent all round.

Before the close of term, Jimmy wrote to Lord Henry Wilmot, and received in reply an invitation for the whole four of us to spend the Christmas vacation with him at his place in Northumberland, 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 Henry's. At the last moment, however, both Bob and the duke were asked by their people to spend Christmas Day and Boxing Day at home, while Jimmy's mother also particularly wished de Beaupre to come to her, too. I found myself rather awkwardly placed, as I did not want to go home. Rutherford said I could come with him, and sent a telegram to Lord Henry, explaining the situation; He wired back asking if I could not come by myself, as he should like someone of us to go to him, he being quite alone.