anonymous: The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"You must let Blackie have a go with you. He'll make you sit up. He's a wonder, I can tell you. I don't believe anybody could do it better than he does. My uncle Henry says there is a sort of magnetism or something of that kind in his hands. There! I've let something out now. Well, you mustn't say anything about it, but Blackie and I go to stay with my uncle sometimes, and then there are some rare doings,"

"I know something about your uncle, or Cousin Harry, as I call him," said Bob, with a grin that conveyed a great deal. "He has often mentioned you, Jimmy; but of course he has never told me of the little games you have together."

"Oh! He wouldn't, I know. But, look here! I'll see if I can't get him to invite us all to his place. I'm sure he will if I ask him; and if you fellows can only come, I can promise you some glorious fun, Uncle Harry is a rattling good sort; and no mistake; isn't he, Bob?"

"Rather!" agreed Bob. "I should just think he is." Jimmy had not relaxed his occupation while talking, and I felt that the supreme moment would be upon me soon. My muscles stiffened and my legs closed tightly, imprisoning the duke's hand between my thighs. I pursed my lips closely, and knitted my brows, in a strong effort to keep calm under the stress of emotion. And then, with an almost violent suddenness, the finality came. A tremor passed through my body, my tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of my mouth. I strove to speak, but the words would not come; my interior economy felt as if it were bursting asunder, and I thrust forward my hand spasmodically as a great wave of raging fire consumed me.

"He's come!" cried Jimmy, as an effusion of my boyish essence wetted his fingers. I had screwed up my eyes tightly in the desperateness of my sensations, but, opening them the moment after he spoke, I saw that the top of my cock was running over with the liquid it had exuded, which glistened in the light; but the glimpse was only a brief one, for directly afterwards the duke had fastened his lips upon it, sucking with such effect that it seemed as if my entrails were being drawn forth, and I felt utterly benumbed by the potency of physical delight, so that I could only lie back incapable of movement, prostrated with the intensity of the pleasure.

After a time I regained control of myself and sat up.

"How did you like it?" said Jimmy. "Did you find it all right?"

"First-rate," I replied, with enthusiasm. "If your friend Blackie can manage any better, he must be a good hand."

"Ah! You wait and see. He'll astonish you."

"I suppose we had better be settling down for the night, now, hadn't we?" I ventured.

"What about me?" put in Bob. "It seems as if I am to be left out in the cold."

"Look here!" rejoined Jimmy;" let's wait now until tomorrow night. I'll put Blackie up to it; and I promise you a better bit of fun than you have ever had before in your life."

"Well, I suppose I shall have to wait, then," said Bob, rather glumly; "but I shall keep you up to the mark. And you have been telling us such a lot about this chap Blackie; I hope we shan't be disappointed with him."

"You needn't be afraid about that," answered Jimmy airily. "If he isn't all I have made him out to be, you can give me a good licking, so there!"

"All right," said Bob, with a laugh. "I shall remember that, so you had better look out. But just turn over for a moment, Jimmy, and let us have a look at your bottom. I've got rather a fancy for nice bottoms."

"There you are, then," replied the duke. "I suppose you would like to fuck me, eh? Well, I'll promise you that, too, if you wait till tomorrow:" And he turned over on his face, exhibiting to view his fat, snow-white buttocks, smooth as satin, and voluptuous enough in their swelling rotundity to turn the head of a far more experienced connoisseur than Rutherford. The-latter stroked and patted the soft surface and pinched the plump, velvety cheeks with a lingering abandon of pleasure, and a gleam of longing in his eyes; but he had finally to tear himself away from their deep attractions, and, with a last look at the delicious prospect, said, "Very well, Jimmy. I'll let you off for tonight. But I am like the boy in the advertisement for Pears' Soap, I shan't be happy till I get it. So you mustn't forget your promise tomorrow night. I feel awfully hot now, and I don't know whether I shall be able to keep from wanking when I get into bed, but I mean to try to, so that I shall enjoy myself all the better tomorrow night. Are you chaps ready now, because I am going to put the light out?"

Jimmy and I got into our beds, and arranged ourselves comfortably, after which Bob extinguished the light and followed our example. "Good-night," he called out when he had settled down. "Good-night,"' we replied; and as we were all now feeling a little tired, or at least; speaking for myself, I was, silence reigned, quickly followed in my case by sleep.

At seven o'clock next morning the school-bell rang to awaken us, but none of us felt any inclination to get up at once, and it was not until the second bell had sent forth its warning note that we finally turned out, and then all our efforts were required to dress in time, so that we had no opportunities for playing about, having to confine ourselves to an interchange of jocular remarks, more or less personal, the only diversion being caused by Jimmy hurling a wet sponge at me, which I avoided by ducking, and the missile catching Bob full in the face.

"All right, my boy," said that aggrieved individual to the duke. "It's lucky for you that we are in such a hurry, otherwise I wouldn't let you off."

The sober routine of school started in earnest today, but I did not find it at all irksome, and was only too pleased with the vivacity I encountered on all sides.

In the afternoon, Gaston de Beaupre arrived, and naturally both Rutherford and I were eager to make his acquaintance. His appearance impressed us very favourably, and we felt that Jimmy's praises of him might not be unjustified by any means. He was a well-set-up boy, rather inclined to be slender, with a complexion of a clear, rich olive tint, straight, regular features, thick, glossy black hair, and dark lustrous eyes, gleaming with good humour and full of a reckless daredevil fire. In fact, from the look of him, we judged that his friend's description of his character had not been at all overdrawn. He spoke English with a perfect accent and thorough command of the language, which was no doubt due to his having been so much in this country.

The duke introduced him to us, and we found his manner most agreeable, even charming, without a trace of "side", which I, and I think Bob, too, had been rather afraid he would exhibit.

When bedtime came, and we went upstairs, he expressed himself delighted with the room. Nothing worthy of note passed until we had undressed, when Jimmy walked quietly up to de Beaupre, and, making a swift dive, slid his hand under Gaston's nightshirt, saying, as he did so, "How's your cock, Blackie?"

De Beaupre retreated with a short laugh, and flashed a look of enquiry at Bob and myself.

"Oh! That's all right," exclaimed Jimmy. "You needn't be afraid of them. They are good sorts, and I've told them what kind of a chap you are, so, you see, it's no good you trying to look innocent. And I say, Blackie! I promised them that when you came we would have a proper bit of fun to celebrate the occasion; so you can't back out after that. Let's have a cock- show all round to start with."

He beckoned to Rutherford and me to join them, and without more ado we pulled up our shirts to let each other see our private parts. Blackie had a good-sized genital instrument, with rather large balls, and a little fringe of short, silky, black hairs was just beginning to make its appearance around the parts. I had imagined at first sight that he was a slim lad, as he gave this appearance when dressed, but I found that his body was much better fleshed than I thought, his legs, posteriors and arms being particularly well developed, and the display of muscles seemed to point to his being rather strong, which, indeed, proved to be the case. While we were thus regarding him inquisitively, he surveyed us with equal curiosity, and appeared to be much attracted towards Bob, who was naturally considerably more advanced physically than any of us, being the only one whose generative organs showed signs of approaching maturity. De Beaupre's interest led him to the length of handling Bob's member, in order to examine it better, and as he took hold of the cock, which was already half-erect, and drew back the skin, fully exposing the rapidly-hardening knob, he said, "You're just a treat, Rutherford. Let me take you on to start with."