anonymous: The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"He's got a bigger one than you, Charlie," said Bob; and, though I did not say so, I felt bound to confess that this was true. It was certainly a shapely member, fairly fat and long, although not too much so for his age, and a pair of tolerably well-developed balls hung gracefully below. The milk-white thighs and belly, through the transparent surface of which the veins showed in a delicate blue tracery quite devoid of hair, however, as yet-a fact upon which Bob remarked, saying, "He hasn't got any hairs yet. A good thing too; I like to see it ever so much better without. I wish I didn't have any; I think they are a nuisance, and I don't know what they grow for."

I agreed with him, as I passed my left hand over Jimmy's middle, as though to satisfy myself by touch as well as by sight that there was no growth there, while with my right I was all the time handling his member, pressing it backwards and forwards, squeezing and stroking it, and pulling back the skin.

"Isn't he stiff, Bob?" I said, and to bear out my statement pulled Jimmy's cock down towards his legs and then, suddenly releasing it, let it fly back against his belly with quite a loud thump.

"Give him a little rub, Charlie. I think that will do him good," Bob returned, smiling at me meaningly; and I immediately acted on the suggestion, moving the duke's member quickly up and down with my right hand, while with my left I held his balls.

"How do you like that, Jimmy?" asked Rutherford. "I hope we have not offended your grace."

"You wait," replied Jimmy; "I'll pay you out. But his face did not bear out the fierceness of his words, and it was plain that he did not mind the proceedings, for he lay quite still now and did not attempt even to draw his wrist away from Bob's grasp.

I went on with my task with much enjoyment, and I was, indeed, not a little pleased to find that our companion evinced no objection to our form of amusement, which promised well for the future.

"Oh!" cried Jimmy to me presently; "you were pulling down the skin rather too hard then; it hurt a bit. Can we just wet the top? It will go much easier afterwards."

In answer, I stooped and took his member between my lips, well lubricating it with saliva. When I had done so, Jimmy laughed at me, saying, "You evidently know something. I thought you would wet it with your finger; I didn't expect you would take it in your mouth. Go on, now; I feel awfully randy."

"I don't think I need trouble to hold his hands any longer," said Bob, a few minutes later, "I'm sure he'll keep quiet; I can see he's enjoying himself." He accordingly released his hold, and contented himself with patting Jimmy's cheeks and tickling him under the chin, stroking his legs and chest, and smoothing and rubbing his face and body with his palms and the tips of his fingers, by these means vastly increasing the duke's excitement.

"Keep on," cried Jimmy to me in a tone of deep appeal, as I slackened speed a little. "Go as fast as you like. It won't be much longer;" and he wriggled and twisted about like an eel in the excess of his emotions, as I exerted myself to the utmost in compliance with his request.

"Tickle my balls, Powerscourt," he called out presently, and, as I worked and kneaded them with all the skillfulness I could bring to bear for the occasion, his writhings increased.

"That's fine!" he exclaimed, his voice full of agitation. "Oh, oh! my cock's bursting; I'm burning all over," and he began to shiver and tremble with convulsions of voluptuousness. His belly sank and rose in quick heaves, his hands opened and shut, clutching at the sheet, his sweetly-curving, dimpled, rich scarlet lips were parted as he drew deep breaths, his brilliant white teeth ever and anon clenching firmly, and his eyes rolled under the stimulus of the sensations he was experiencing. He panted so deeply that it was almost a groan, immediately after crying in an agonised tone, "Look out! It's coming! Stop, stop!" while his cock gave a succession of little jumps, and a drop of light-coloured fluid jetted onto my finger, a further flow oozing slowly out from the swollen knob.

"Quick; Charlie! Suck him," said Bob; and I lost no time in applying my lips to Jimmy's member.

"Oh, oh!" he exclaimed, nearly in a scream. "It's too much. You're killing me. I shall faint."

He was nearly beside himself with inordinate delight, and contorted his body in a vain attempt to obtain release from the too great spasm of voluptuousness, but we kept him in position and he subsided into an enervated languor, disturbed only by the heavy sighs which he was unable to suppress.

In a few minutes, however, he had recovered, and when we had set him free he raised himself up.

"You did give me a doing," he said, smiling at us, his normal self again. "It was just heavenly, though it seemed as if I could hardly bear it at the time."

"I thought your grace appeared to be in a bad way," said Bob. "Anyhow, you know, we had to give you something for your cheek, and if you are impudent again we shall have to repeat the dose, so you know what to expect."

"Oh! I don't mind at all. I am only glad you chaps are all right. We'll have no end of fun when Blackie comes; he's the most out-and-out sort you ever came across."

"Who is Blackie?" asked Bob. "Is that the fellow who will be in this room with us? Mrs. Percival did say something about him, but told me that he hadn't turned up today.

"Yes. That's right," replied the young duke; "he won't be here till tomorrow. He's the son of a very great friend of my mother's; I've known him ever so long as he used to spend a lot of time with us. His name is Gaston de Beaupre-he's a Frenchman, you know. I nicknamed him Blackie because he's so dark. He is an awfully jolly sort, and always ready for some fun. My eye! he knows a thing or two; I tell you, he will surprise you. But he's not a bit cocky with it."

"How old is he?" enquired Bob, after listening with interest to the foregoing word-portrait.

"He's about a month or two older than I," replied Jimmy. "He has never been to school before, as he had a tutor. He has always been about with his mother, and, I can give you my word, he has seen no end of sights. The tales he can tell you will make you open your eyes."

"If he is anything like as good as you say, we shall have a ripping time, Jimmy," said Bob. "I'm dying to know your chum."

"My cock is stiff," I exclaimed, turning the conversation; and, to emphasise the words, I pulled up my nightshirt and thrust out my belly, to bring into greater prominence my genital organ, which was turning up its nose in the most aggressive way, as if bent upon calling attention to itself.

"Come on the bed," cried the duke, taking pity on my condition, "and I'll give it a shaking up for you."

It did not take me many seconds to follow his direction, and, tucking up my nightshirt as high as possible, I stretched myself out at full length while Jimmy sat on one side of me and seized my cock.

"I want to give you as good a one as you gave me," he said; and he seemed bent on carrying out his object, for he held my member and moved the skin rapidly up and down with a dexterousness that had apparently been well-trained, while with his other hand he tickled my balls, handling them in the most exciting manner, following this up later on by feeling the cheeks of my buttocks, persuasively tickling the furrow in between and thrusting one finger gently in and out of my bottom-hole, so that I was soon thrilling all over with lustful pleasure.

"I'm going to wet the top, just to make it go better," he said presently. "All right," I replied. "Do what you like." And he gave my cock a good long sucking, which only served to increase its already overheated state. When he had finished doing this, he went on rubbing, and also continued tickling my bottom, laughing from time to time at the way I squirmed under the intense excitation.