anonymous - The Memoirs of a Voluptuary

"How is it going, Bob?" I called out. "He's nearly coming, I believe," he said, and both de Beaupre and I walked over to watch the denouement. It was very plain that Bob's surmise was correct, judging by the expression on Jimmy's face, and we had not been standing by more than a minute or two, when he called out, "It's just coming, Bob," and broke into low, hysterical laughter, twisting his feet together, as his juvenile sperm welled out.

The sight excited me again, and I turned to my companion, saying, "Come on, Blackie. It's your turn now."

"Very well," he said at once. "I'm ready."

"How shall I do you?" I enquired, as we went back to my bed again.

"I am going to lie on my back,, he replied. "You sit facing me..I'll put my legs over yours, and then you place yours each side of me, and come close up."

I followed his instructions, bringing my belly against his bottom, my feet being under his arms, while he clasped me tightly round the loins with his thighs, crossing his feet behind my back. Putting his hands behind his head, he said, "Now wank me, and keep as close to my bottom as you can. You can tickle my balls with your other hand." I did as he told me, and he closed his eyes, resigning himself entirely to the pleasures of the moment. I rubbed his cock with an even and moderately rapid motion, squeezing and wriggling my belly against his posteriors, and gently tickling him with my fingers all over the belly as far as the navel.. While I did this, I was much interested in surveying his body as it was presented before me. His skin was of a delightful, warm-looking brownish tint, not nearly so dark as his face, but offering a great contrast to the whiteness of my own. This gave him a decidedly unEnglish appearance, and particularly so when combined with his countenance, the oval features reminding me of some Italian portraits in the dining-room at home. Indeed, this was not strange, as I learned afterwards that his mother, the Princesse de Beaupre, came of Italian stock.

His cock, when fully erect, as now, was a good-sized one, as I have already remarked. It was as hard as possible, and so hot that it seemed almost to scorch my hand, denoting a very erotic temperament. He exhibited no signs of a want of self-control, so that I was quite taken by surprise when, after some little time, I felt something warm and wet trickling over my fingers, and I knew that he had come. There was quite a tolerable quantity, and it was much thicker and whiter than mine or Jimmy's, more resembling Bob's in this respect. After I had examined it to my satisfaction, I disengaged myself from the close contact with his body that I had hitherto maintained, and began to suck him. The straightening of his legs and the contraction of his muscles were the only signs of discomposure that he showed, although I felt sure that this calmness was an effort of will on his part, for a nature so licentious as he had shown his to be could not fail to be fully alive to sensual enjoyment, and his knitted brows and the firm way in which he kept his mouth shut, bore witness to my opinion being the correct one, especially as when he opened his eyes presently there was a misty, voluptuous, half-dazed look in them.

After a short pause we got up, and I proceeded to put on my nightshirt.

"You chaps have been having a good time, eh?" said Bob, smiling at us.

"Rather!" I replied; and "Very good indeed!" said de Beaupre. "We had some jolly good fun too, didn't we, Bob?" exclaimed the duke.

"Ripping!" Rutherford responded. "Jimmy has got just about the finest and juiciest bottom I have ever come across. I believe he has been broken in before, though, for with a little wetting I slipped in as easy as shelling peas, and he squeezed his fat arse about and fairly seemed to draw my cock in, so that I came in no time, and a tremendous lot, too. I am sure he's an old hand at it."

Jimmy laughed. "Perhaps I am, and perhaps I am not. Don't you ask questions, and you won't be told stories."

As we had all now satisfied our desires, we quietly got into bed after this, and slept soundly until the next morning.

The next day was a half-holiday, and in the afternoon Bob, de Beaupre, the duke and I set out for a ramble, following the course of a little river which flowed through the woods and meadows in the neighbourhood of the school.

As we made our way slowly along the duke revealed, "Blackie has gone one better than most of us. He's had some adventures with girls."

"Oh! do tell us," exclaimed Bob and I eagerly, turning to de Beaupre.

He laughed. "Jimmy is always piling on the agony about me, I believe his brain has turned after listening to one or two of my yarns."

After a little more pressure, however, he gave in and said he would tell us of his first experience with the other sex.

"It was in Paris about six months ago," he began. "There was a great friend of my mother's named Cecile de Regnier, who used to visit us very frequently. Although she wasn't very old-only about twenty-two-she had been married, but her husband had died nearly two years before, and only a few months after the wedding. She lived in a big appartement by herself on the Avenue Hoche. She was always awfully jolly with me, used to bring me no end of sweets and that kind of thing, and gave me lots of presents. Once or twice she took me to the play, and you bet I liked her very much. One thing I noticed, however, and that was how she used to like to squeeze my hand and kiss me.

"Well, one day she called just as my mother was going to a garden-fete at the Austrian Embassy. She asked if I was going, too, and when my mother told her I was not, she said, "Poor boy! He will be awfully lonely. Do let me take him home this afternoon; he can stay to dinner, and I will send him back in the carriage afterwards." My mother saw no objection, so Cecile carried me off in triumph, and I was soon seated beside her in her victoria and being rattled along as fast as the horses could take us to the Avenue Hoche. When we got there, she took me upstairs to her boudoir-a ripping room, with stained-glass windows, and lots of flowers, and all that sort of thing. Cecile gave me some picture-books to look at, while she took off her hat and cloak; and then rang for the maid to bring up some fruit and wine.

"She made me drink two or three glasses, and then called to me to come and sit beside her on a big sofa that took up nearly all one side of the room. "You are a nice boy, Gaston," she said, putting her arms round me and kissing my cheek. The wine had got into my head a bit and the heavy scent that the room was full of also affected me, so I kissed her back, and she seemed so pleased at this that she would not let me go, but kept hugging me. When at last she released her hold, she still let one arm remain round my neck, and pressed close against me. She had put on a sort of loose dressing-wrap or tea-gown after coming in, and I could see her neck and throat, while I could feel the heaving of her breasts as she leaned upon me. Then she began patting my cheeks and pulling my hair and so on, and telling me how fond she was of me. 'I wish you were a little older, Gaston,' she said, 'and then we could get married. Wouldn't that be fun?' I don't remember what I said, and altogether, what with the wine and the perfume she had on her, I tell you I was beginning to feel rather funny. I had never been alone like this with a female before and though I'm not exactly of a bashful nature, I can assure you I felt as shy as a kid. At the same time, I felt very hot; too, and my cock was sticking up as stiff as possible in-my trousers. I was afraid she would see it; and was in a terrible funk in case she did, but I daren't put my hand down to shift it so that it couldn't be noticed, as she was looking at me all the time, and would be bound to observe what I was doing. I was in a nice pickle, and was wishing she would leave me, if only for a minute, when she put her hand in my lap right on my thing. It was no use trying to keep it still, as it was so stiff; and I couldn't help it jumping when her palm rested on it.