Date: Wed, 15 May 2013 08:26:58 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Sherlick Holmes and Dr. Watsuck, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts  Gay Celebrity

"Sherlick Holmes and Dr. Watsuck, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts  
                   Gay Celebrity


Holmes instructed the young George to sit on the chair opposite him and at
last tell us the reason for his visit.

After several stuttered and gargled beginnings to said, "I was brought up
in the London Work House having been delivered there by my mother shortly
after being born.  There is no record of my real name or ancestry. The
masters of the place became my substitute parentis."
 
Then he paused, unsure as to offering the following information.  "It would
have been a loveless and sterile life save for my companion from a very
early age, Chauncey.  We shared the same bed and he helped dress the wounds
from our beatings and generally loved each other to an extreme."

"Ah," said Holmes, pressing his palms together.  "He was a comely boy, of
course."

"Why yes, that is a fact, though I cannot imagine how you divined that."

"Only that beauty seeks beauty."

George blushed, even to his well shaped ears but bravely continued.  "His
beauty was sometimes too brilliant to bear looking at.  He had a profusion
of curly blond hair.  Below a pixyish face that was set in constant
amusement.  His perfectly formed, pale white body was superb.  But to
return to the harsh realities of the work house, I must say the beatings
were not as difficult to bear as they were followed by sweet Chauncey's
ministrations of soothing balm.  But I must confess, the beatings
themselves were not entirely unwelcome."

Holmes and I sat up in our chairs as this admission stirred us.  We also
did not fail to see the brightening of the lad's eyes as he recounted the
punishment, nor the quick gesture to cover his short blunt prick hardening
in his thin trousers.

Holmes whispered to me behind his covering hand.  "He's a soft boy who
liked domination and pain."

I noted.  "Sherl, shall I request a demonstration?"

"Yes, it certainly seems appropriate to our investigation."

I called to the boy, "Lower your trousers and lie on the great detective's
bony lap and we shall see if your claims of enjoying the spank is an honest
statement."

The change on George's face was truly amazing.  It was relaxed, almost
childlike yet supremely happy as he lisped "Yesth thir."  This speech
pattern revealing a recession to a younger age.  I thought it delightful
and found my prick did as well.

In a moment the worn but clean trousers were lowered over his rump, again
revealing those powerful and fuzzy-haired calves.  He lay over Holmes legs.

George's perfectly formed pear halves were smooth as fine china yet fuzzy
with light colored decorative hair.  Between the muscular cheeks one could
glimpse his arse track with its own growth of the same colored hair.  At
the midst of that patch lay his hairless pucker and beyond...perhaps
heaven!

Holmes lifted his hand and let it fall heavily on the boy's arse check.
There was no reaction from George.  "Is that the best you can do, sir?  I
am not fine china, do bring more intensity to your effort."

Meanwhile I had removed my own trousers and stood close to Holmes let,
slowly stimulating my sex.  I jumped a bit as Holmes, who was a very strong
person, slammed his palm down on the right check of the boy.

George grunted loudly as Holmes and I saw the red pattern of the
detective's hand imprinted accurately on the boyish flesh.  Holmes and I
signed with growing passion.  "Again sir, and this time do not be so
gentle."

To end this challenging attitude both Holmes and I delivered heavy slaps,
perhaps ten or more on the hapless boy.  He howled and bawled and cried out
with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the perfect duo in sought.

My own sexual organ had become rigid and pulsing and at the last volley I
spewed heavily a stream of male essence landing in a spray on Holmes right
trouser leg. In the meantime, George's arse began a rapid up and down
motion as he delivered youthful, copious quantities of his boy milk.  This
landed on Holmes left leg.

Holmes himself cried out that he was pumping great quantities against the
inside of his trousers.

When we three were quieter, Holmes announced that our sexual activity might
require hiring a cleaning person, for the desk, his serge trousers, both
legs and the interior.

"But it was worth it," he said, reaching for his large pipe and the tobacco
in the Turkish slipper;

When the evil smelling concoction was at full fire he leaned back and said,
"I say we hire a carriage and take ourselves to the Work House and engage
George and his friend Chauncey to complete the telling of his story, the
one that brought him to me.

End Part Two