Date: Wed, 22 May 2013 07:46:13 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Sherlick Holmes and Dr. Watsuck, Part Three"   by Jay Roberts

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


George was transfixed as he stared out of the window of the carriage.

"This is me first time in cab.  I wish my friends be outside so they might

Holmes gave me an amused look and I returned it.  A good feeling was
generated by the thought that this young lovely was obtaining a thrill out
of something so ordinary.  I know that I had to suppress a desire to stroke
the boy's cheek...either one.

At last we pulled up to a dusty building with the half rubbed off sign:
London Association for the Young and Poor.  We alit from the taxi and
walked up the wooden stairs that sorely needed mending.  Holmes knocked on
the door.

As we waited for a response I could see that young George had become
subdued and almost shaking nervously.  Soon the door was opened by a
corpulent man of about fifty.

"'Tis Mr. Rachet, the overseer," whispered George with fear and awe.  I
gainsay that very rough fellow had administered many a blow on the soft
smooth body of the young man.

"What be yur business?" the brute snarled.

I was about to face him and tell him what he could do when Holmes stepped
forward, his eyes ablaze.  "Sir, I am Sherlick Holmes.  Perhaps my name of
some fame has reached into the wretched place.  I am here on a case and
must have your complete cooperation or I shall have to report you to
Mr. Lastrade of Scotland Yarn.

As with all bullies when faced with superiors, he immediately lost his
glower and become overly compliant.  "Ah yes yur honor, please come this
way."  As he said this, he cast an angry eye at his inmate, George.

"We will require a private room," I said, and Holmes nodded agreement.

"A course gentleman, the upstairs liberry.  No one will disturb you there."

George whispered.  "Library, huh, nary a book there as you'll see."

"And send young Chauncey to join us, as well."

"Whatever you wish, for yur pleasure," he said, licking his lips obscenely.

Inside the small room under the eaves, Holmes and I found two broken chairs
and sat down.  George paced the room unsure of what might happen.  Then the
door opened slowly and revealed a lad of outstandingly fine appearance.

George rushed over to the figure and threw his arms about the boy's neck.
Chauncey was clad only in a tattered dressing gown, his lovely pale feet
bare to our hot eyes.

Chauncey charmingly kissed his friend and asked, "What adventures you must
have had since you left in the night.  Did these gentlemen do ill to you?"

"No, on the contrary they afforded me delights, some of which I may teach
you soon."

The two giggled like...well...two boys.

Holmes clapped his hands.  "Lads, we cannot stay here all day.  We hope,
finally, to hear George's story and the reason he sought my help."

The two boys sat cross legged on the floor.  From this angle Chauncey's
robe opened up and revealed his entire lower body.  His sex was in full
view, a plumb pink member with a partially drawn back cover showing a pale
pink head.  But his legs also draw sighs from Holmes and me, they were well
muscled and hairless, ending in his lean feet with long slim toes.  Would I
have had less control, I would have fell on my front near them and tongue
them as if they were pricks.  George cleared his throat importantly.  "I
fear, sirs, that I have no case."

Holmes slapped his lean thigh.  "No surprise to me.  I figured this out
within minutes of your first appearance.  But what did you want from me?"

"Chauncey and I have been slipping out of this hole most nights and joined
with the Irregulars.  They told us tales of your abilities."

I said, "You refer to the master detectives talent in deduction and
bringing criminals to justice?"

"No sir," interjected Chauncey in a sweet mellow voice that sent blood to
my fundamentals. "Your boys of Baker Street told of your abilities of oral
delights.  In short, Reggie, the older boy said that you suck a good cock."

Holmes reached out his long arms and drew the blond boy to his feet and
simultaneously slid the loose robe off his gorgeous shoulders and the
entire rag slid to the floor.  I gasped at his tender belly glowing in the
dim light and his partially developed chest.  Any Greek sculptor would be
driven to reproduce this boy in alabaster.

"It is true, my friend and companion, and I, of course, do suckle and bring
joy beyond the gates of heaven to boys your age.  Shall we begin?"

There was the sound of increased breathing on the part of the two lads and
I joined them in a chorus of eager sexual exhilaration.

As he stood there naked awaiting his 'treatment' his long pale penis began
a slow rise punctuated by pulsing motions until it lay tight against his
belly, just below his navel.

Holmes called out to me, "Watseka, the game's afoot.  You take the
salvation of George and I will bring a solution to Chauncey. "

I could see the boys knees sagging in anticipation of the wonders that
would shortly be administered. As for us, we fell to our knees in front of
our charge.  I ignored my tender right leg, from its wound in India, in
favor of the pleasure of taking George's member into play with my strong
mouth and tongue.  The length and agility of my tongue was famous among the
street urchins of India and I intended to bring that organ into play here
with lovely George.

The clever boy had dropped his darned trousers and allowed his large prick
to be trembling in the air.  I grasped it firmly and blew on it.  The boy
moaned in anticipation as he felt the moist heated breath bath his organ.
Next I shagged it tenderly.  He required a hand on the back of his hairy
calves to keep him from falling as he mewled in pleasure.  As dollop of
slime appeared on the head of his cherry red cock head and the odor quickly
filled the room and its elixir drove all of us further into debauchery.

I felt my mouth becoming bathed in saliva as it longed to bestow favors on
that willing prick.  Wasting no more yearning I engulfed that tasty pole
with my lips allowing it to slide, suck by suck, into the hot caverns of my
mouth and throat.  Dear George was gulping and swallowing with unbearable
pleasure, moaning loudly and beginning a fuck motion that finally brought
his prick head into my throat.

Though fully occupied with George I took a side glance at Holmes.  Whilst
he suckled wildly he had managed to remove his own clothes and his slim
body and shanks were visible to all.  I had seen Holmes perform this feat
many times.  He once explained "Unless I am also naked, I do not feel
engaged in the act."

Holmes was using the technique that had brought him fame among the
Irregulars.  He sucked hard and at the same time pulled away, almost feeing
the vibrating cock, then thrusting in again and swallowing it like a sword
sallower.  The lovely Chauncey's eyes were spinning in his head, and more
charmingly, his perfect smooth skin was blushing scarlet, his face, neck
and down his chest.  His rosebud mouth was agape and his pink tongue lolled
out.  The boy was in a spell.  His pale, long fingered hands held Holmes
head, cupped like a soccer ball and his perky buns undulated with avidity.

Meanwhile my George's cries were becoming ore urgent and mixed with fear
that his culmination might overcome him. He was leaking heavily into my
mouth and I savored the offering with lusty lip smacking delight.  I
slightly reduced the power of my sucking but this remedy was too late in
coming.  George howled loud enough to shake the timbers in this ancient
room as he began to fuck my mouth wildly and begin to piss out great clobs
of youthful essence that I drank greedily.  It's magic caused my own
orgasmic event and I spilled copious nectar on the old wooden floor.  I
clung to George, his prick still in my mouth as the two of us coasted down
to Earth.

Holmes must have experienced the same exaltation as his long slim penis
began decorating the floor at the moment lithe Chauncey's milk entered his
mouth.  Chauncey was babbling with overwhelming feeling as he delivered six
heavy blasts of cream into Holmes willing craw.

Finally Chauncey exclaimed with wonder, "Oh dear Mr. Holmes, how wonderful
it your ability.  How did you come upon it?"

"Elementary, my dear Chauncey," he said whilst donning his clothes, "It's
from years of sucking on my Calabash pipe."

Then he chuckled at his own wit.

Holmes looked down at his feet.  "We have varnished this old floor, my
friend," he said to me noting the spooge in front of him and me.

The boys were now hugging each other quite oblivious to us and we thought
it a good moment to slip away.  I longed to return to our comfortable digs
and have a cherry and Holmes possibly missed he violin and that cursed
melody.

As we walked toward the door we could hear the sound of wet kissing from
George and Chauncey and they both managed to wave a hand in a goodbye
gesture.

Holmes heard a sigh of regret from me.



"Don't worry old friend, now that they are joining the Irregulars you will
be able to assist in relieving our charges of constipation.

"Damn bloody yes!" I exclaimed, already eager to move my attentions
rearward on Goerge.


End of story