Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2010 10:04:00 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Bum Boy Saves the Day, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical

I was dumbfounded.  All sorts of possibilities passed through my brain.  I
noted that Billy's hair did resemble Miss Crumps curly blond hair, but hers
was laced with silver.  As a child, I thought her hair was metallic.

My stupefaction was eased when he took a deep breath and began the most
amazing explanation I could have imagined.

"Miss Crump, as you call her was a companion to my father, George Wheaten.
Thereby I come with the right to either name.  Now as to my own career.
You encountered me on the street, or at least in the square.  Did you
wonder why you had never seen me before?  After all, young street boys in
search of sex and money are not a large group.  The reason is that I have
never worked the streets.  My johns are wealthy, lonely aristocrats, many
in high government positions.  They are very generous.  I have visit all
the great capitols of the world with them and consider myself quite
worldly, as you are.  But, I am solvent.  I not only do not owe anyone, but
I have quite a bank account, several in fact."

My mouth was open. The boy I supposed to be a bum boy was, in fact, my
equal as a gentleman, if not in birth.

He continued, "Mama, not quite old and living in a home for the infirm
asked me to help her beloved charge, you.  You had heard of your great
indebtedness and asked me to help.  You are a lucky man and you don't
deserve my help, but anything my dear mother wishes, I will comply."

I hung my head in disgrace.  To thing that my servant was offering to help
me was shaming.

"I set out to visit your creditors and determined what their dunning sheets
showed."  He crossed the room and took a sheet of paper out of his upper
navy blouse pocket and handed it to me.  Ah yes, there were the dastardly
figures.  They appeared more ominous in black and white.

"This seems to be correct," I said, trying to muster some semblance of
dignity.  "What do you propose that I do?"

He took a coverlet from the bed and draped it around his nakedness and
smiled.  "I feel better covering myself when doing business.  First off, I
will pay the entire sum of your debts.  That payment will hardly dent my
inconsiderable funds in various bank accounts."

Tears leapt to my foolish eyes and I held out my hands to embrace the chap.
He held up a hand to deter me.  "But first you must sign a contact with
me."

I thought of Faust.  Was he the devil?  But I would have signed anything to
relieve myself of these constant harassing calls at the house and accosting
on the streets.

"Anything, I will sign anything."

"You will turn all your financial affairs over to me.  You obtain a monthly
allowance from your family.  I will dispense it to you as I deem necessary.
You will terminate Neely, your valet and all the cleaning ladies.  I will
be your banker, your valet and your teacher.  As far as cleaning, we will
live in one or two rooms and the rest will be decommissioned, furniture
covered with sheets."

I caught the word "teacher", and asked about that.

"Oh yes, I will teach you whoring.  It is your most likely source of
income.  You will attract many older men.  You will be unique, a gentleman
bum boy.  It enabled me to build my nest egg and it will do well for you."

"I don't like older men.  I like pretty youths like myself, like you
Billy."  Then I blushed for I was unused to complimenting others.

"I triumphed over my preferences.  You can too.  Now Percy, I have rested
enough.  I feel a great desire sweeping over me.  Get on your knees and
suckle my prong."

That last sentence was delivered in a commanding voice.  I sunk to my
knees, lifted the coverlet he had used and exposed his rampant cock.  It
was leaking honey and I licked it away.  The taste of that dew inflamed my
mind and my heart.  I was happy with the single-minded effort of bringing
pleasure to this lovely boy.

I took about a third of his ivory white cylinder in to my mouth.  As it
passed my lips I lost all sense of time and self.  I moaned and sucked
avidly.  He pushed me away.  "Percy, Percy, do ease up a bit.  You've gone
quite mad over my organ.  I shall spill seed too soon with your actions.
Slow and gentle wins the day."

I looked at him pleadingly.  He had taken away my beloved toy.  He saw the
look on my face and laughed long and hard, but at the end of that, he
pulled me to his cock.  I took it again and tried with all my might to be
slow but soon I forgot and sucked mightily, fast and wetly.  I felt his
hand in my hair, twisting it hard as his orgasm swept over him.  His body
stiffened, he cried out and began delivering sweet cum to me.  I slurped it
all up and when he finished, I sat up, flecks on my smiling lips. I said,
"Thank you lover."

"You did well.  I believe that you suck cock as well as the best.  That's
money in the bank.  We already know that you love your bum pierced and the
will do you in good stead as well.  We shall start tomorrow."

"You mean I should walk the streets and solicit?"

"Oh my no.  There's little money in that.  No, you will enter society.  You
have thus far eschewed those salons, gentlemen's clubs and the like.  There
is where you prey dwells."  Dear Pucky, I ended this letter at that time
and put it away unposted.  But now I will tell you of my new life.  Perhaps
you read of my companion The Duke of Albion, or Prince Vasily.  There where
many more.  I am now a millionaire.  My father came upon some financial
difficulty and I was pleased to be able to give, not advance, him three
hundred pounds.

Billy and I are partners in love and money.  We have placed sums with
Lloyds and reaped handsome returns.  The servants have returned to the
house in Mayfair and we have spent a small fortune on refurbishing the
house.  This beautiful house is the scene of many musical and intellectual
evenings.

There is another difference in my present life.  I am constantly
appertained by my tailor to please see new fabrics and styles.  I already
have such a large wardrobe that we had to devote the former sewing room
into a closet.  The barber too has dropped by offering to cut my hair in my
house.  He said he never does that, only for a distinguished customer such
as me.

Pucky, do come back to London.  Your small stature and adorable face is a
potential money- maker.  I will introduce you to a Swedish prince who has
been trying to get into my trousers.

Goodbye for now.

Your obedient Servant,

Percey Wellington


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