Date: Wed, 15 Oct 1997 14:50:14 -0400
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: London, 1892 (b/b, m/b; historical)
Usual disclaimers. Contains fictional accounts of consentual boy/boy and
man/boy sex.
London, 1892 (b/b, m/b)
It wasn't easy being a poor boy in the slums of London in 1892. All
the more so if you were an only child and your widowed mother was in
chronic bad health. Despite living hand-to-mouth in a one-room flat,
12-year-old Jonathan had led a sheltered life. He never knew his
father, and his mother had been sickly for as long as he could
remember. Nevertheless, she had made sure he didn't run with the
neighborhood boys. He would spend his days helping her sell trinkets
and flowers on the street, and they always went to church on Sunday.
All through his childhood, he was so busy helping and caring for his
mother that he never had a chance to pursue childhood games and
pleasures. When his mother died, Jonathan was without a single family
member to take him in. The neighbors felt sorry for the boy, but all
were too poor to feed another mouth.
The pastor at the church brought Jonathan to a private orphanage, the
Home for Destitute Orphan Boys, that was in a different part of London,
and the boy had with him only the clothes on his back, which had been
patched and mended multiple times by his mother. The shirt sleeves
ended well above his wrists and the pants well above his ankles, a
result of his having grown 4 inches in the past year. At the orphanage,
they were met at the door by Mr. Mullins, the "warden", who dismissed
the pastor and took Jonathan by the hand. Mr. Mullins was a cheerful
looking middle aged man. As they walked around the building, he told
Jonathan "we have only a few rules at the Home, lad. Work hard. No
fighting. No bullying the younger chaps. But break the rules and
you're out on the street; and you can be sure that I've sent quite a few
out the door to fend for themselves. Obey those rules and you'll get a
warm place to sleep and three meals a day. You'll also find that I
don't object to boys having some bedtime fun, so long as no one gets
hurt or bullied." As he mentioned the "bedtime fun" he winked at
Jonathan, who didn't understand what the man was talking about. Mullins
continued "when a lad gets to be 15, it's time to send him away on an
apprenticeship; or I'll line up farm work for him if he'd like a change
from the City. Fifteen's plenty old for starting out in the real
world."
When they came to the "work room", Jonathan saw some two dozen boys who
ranged in age from 8 to 14. Most were dressed poorly (though a few wore
one or more surprisingly nice items of clothing), and all were at work
making the kinds of trinkets that Jonathan and his mother had sold on
the street. Mr. Mullins called to one of the older boys, named Ned, and
instructed him to show Jonathan the rest of the orphanage and explain
the procedures. Entering the sleeping quarters in the 3rd floor attic,
Jonathan saw that all the boys slept together on lumpy bedding arranged
on rough wooden bunks lined up close together. Ned looked the younger
boy over, noting his exquisitely beautiful face under an unruly mop of
blond hair. He had delicate features, and deep blue eyes shone out
below long eyelashes.
Ned said "You know, mate, those clothes you're wearing are so small,
they're about to split. I've got an extra shirt and pair of pants you
can borrow til the charity ladies come by with the next handout of
castoff clothes. Now get out of those rags and stash them under your
mattress." Jonathan noted that Ned had fairly nice clothes on,
especially a vest which was of fine material. He removed his shirt, and
while removing his pants he modestly turned his back to the older boy.
"Turn around and let me see you. You'll have to show all the lads
tonight, so you might as well not be shy." Jonathan slowly turned around
and let Ned see his crotch - hairless, but with a 3-inch penis and
dangling ball sack that showed signs of sexual development. "We do a
fair amount of cock-play around here in the evening, if you know what I
mean. Usually you can just say you aren't interested and you'll be left
alone, but tonight you'll need to show all the lads what you've got. We
do that to all the kids on their first night. Do you wank off yet?"
Jonathan looked puzzled. "What's wank-off?" he asked in a quiet voice.
Ned said "Lord! You ARE an innocent, aren't you! Come over here and sit
on my bed and I'll explain it to you. Wrapping his left arm around the
Jonathan's bare shoulder, Ned reached down with his right hand and
pulled back the foreskin on the startled boy's soft dick, exposing the
beautifully shaped cock head. He began stroking the youngster's penis,
feeling it lengthen and stiffen in his hand. "Ever do this?" he
whispered in Jonathan's ear as he moved his fingers up and down on the
slender 4-1/2 inch erection. Jonathan shivered slightly and shook his head
"no". He had held and squeezed his hard dick while lying in bed,
especially in the last few months when it had grown at least an inch and
got hard much more often. While that had given him a warm, tingling
feeling, he had never felt anything like this before. Jonathan was soon
writhing with sexual pleasure and moaning "Oh yes! Oh! Oh! That feels
so good! Please don't stop! OH!" Ned hugged him tight; deciding to add
a bit extra, he stuck his tongue into Jonathan's ear and quickened the
pace of his stroking hand, sending the young boy's nervous system into
overdrive. His body stiffened as a shot of cum launched for the first
time from his straining boy-cock, and more warm fluid oozed down his
cock shaft onto Ned's caressing hand.
"You'll have plenty more of that here at the Home" said Ned with a
smile and a wink, wiping the cum off his hand with Jonathan's discarded
shirt as the boy dressed in the borrowed clothing. "A lot of the lads
pair off with regular partners every night. When it's a young lad with
an older one, the little one is called a 'pet'. Cute as you are,
there's plenty of older ones who want you for a pet and young one's
who'll want to BE your pet. My advice: play around with the lot of them
before you team up with one. I've got me a randy pet named Little
Jimmy, but I still like to play with the other lads." Jonathan asked
eagerly "want me to do the wank-off thing to you?" Ned ruffled
Jonathan's hair with his hand and kissed his cheek, saying "No; I think
I'll save up. Thanks for asking, though."
They returned to the work room and Ned continued to explain the ways
of the Home as they worked at a long table next to each other, sitting
on a bench with other boys. At times, they pressed their legs and hips
together and Ned's hand secretly stroked Jonathan's inner thighs.
Jonathan looked at him and smiled warmly and let his own hand feel the
warmth of Ned's crotch, stroking the older boy's long, stiff cock
through the material of his pants. Jonathan was excited about the idea
of seeing the 14-year-old's cock, and hoped he would be able to that
evening. When at last Mr. Mullins called out "quittin' time", all the
boys jumped up and cleared off the tables, putting finished articles,
materials, and tools in appropriate bins. Several boys ran to the
kitchen a brought out pots of soup and loaves of bread. When Jonathan
got his meal, he saw that the soup was thin and the bread stale. But he
was well accustomed to inadequate food, and this seemed just fine to
him.
As the boys ate, Mullins said "attention lads; I need four volunteers
for a "night shift". Who wants to go?" All around the room, hands shot
up, including Ned's. Mullins called out "OK; it'll be Ned, Joe, Freddy,
and Herby. Be ready for the carriage in half an hour."
"What's the night shift?" whispered Jonathan. Ned replied "Ah, the
night shift! It's a little money-making scheme of Mr. Mullins' to help
make ends meet around here. There's this high- class whorehouse in the
theatre district, and every week the proprietor, Madame Isadora, let's
all the girls take a night off and has a 'boy night' for her customers.
The gents come by invite only. Some of the regular gents fancy a bit of
boy-flesh on the side now and then, but I hear that other gents only
come around for boy night. Isadora gets other boys besides us, maybe
from other orphanages or maybe off the street, but Mullins get the call
almost every week. Mullins likes to share it around so everyone who
wants gets a chance, but he also knows what the customers like, and he
picks accordingly. Each of the lads who goes gets a shilling and doesn't
have to come to the work room the next day. Also you can eat some fine
food and even drink some wine or whiskey if the gent doesn't mind. See
this vest I'm wearing? Got it as a gift from a gent who fancied the way
I sucked him off." All this was too much for Jonathan's innocent mind to
take in all at once, and he just stared at the older boy wide-eyed with
wonderment.
After Ned and the other three boys had left for their night shift
adventures, the remaining boys filed into the sleeping room. Little
Jimmy came over to Jonathan and introduced himself. "Ned asked me to
help you out tonight" the beautiful 10-year-old said cheerfully. "Ya
know, if your cock is as cute as your face, you'll be a popular lad at
bedtimes. Now tonight, 'cause you're new, the first thing that'll
happen is you have to stand up naked on your bunk and let the lads feel
you up. No getting out of that one. Then it's cock-play time; you can
join in if you want to."
Mullins came in and turned down the gas lights as the boys were
settling in, leaving the mostly dark room bathed in a warm glow. As he
closed the door, he said in a knowing voice "Don't stay up too late,
lads." Then several of the older boys called out "Hey, new lad; time for
your show." "Stand up on your bunk and strip down." Jonathan's heart
was beating wildly as he stepped up onto his bed and looked out over the
twenty boys calling out and looking at him expectantly. He felt a
combination of excitement and anxiety, and for a moment he just stood
there with his face blushing crimson. Little Jimmy was standing near
him and whispered "come on, mate, you can do it." Jonathan smiled and
whispered "Alright then; here goes." He removed his shirt and pants (he
had no underwear) and stood with his hands on his hips, Glancing down at
his cock, he watched as it arched up in a beautiful full erection
within seconds, untouched, straining toward his belly. The boys let out
a cheer of approval. Little Jimmy called out "line up for a feel" and
was the first to reach out and stroke the half-mature boner, followed by
a line of 15 others who jostled each other as they impatiently waited
their turn. The whole line had their feel of Jonathan in about 10
minutes.
A few of the boys watched, but didn't participate. A couple of the
youngest boys were curled up on their beds going to sleep, even with the
noise and excitement around them. For the others, though, Jonathan's
"show" signaled the beginning of the night's orgy of boy-sex. When
everyone who wanted had fondled Jonathan's cock, Little Jimmy asked him
"can I give you a suck?" But an older boy, his hard 6-inch cock in his
hand, stepped up and said "I got what you want, mate. Play with me
tonight." A shirtless 13-year-old ("Big" Jimmy, as it turned out), with
an arm around the shoulder of a grinning naked 9-year-old, said "make it
a threesome with me and Benjy. We'll take you places you ain't been
before!" Jonathan was quick to settle the issue, saying "I'll go with
Little Jimmy." With Jonathan still standing on his bed, sporting a
rigid hard- on, Little Jimmy's face was right at cock level. His hands
grabbed Jonathan's ass cheeks, and he let the top inch of the hard penis
glide through his wet lips. His tongue toyed with the foreskin that
half-covered the cock head. Then he brought a hand up to the shaft and
pulled the skin back so his lips and tongue could stimulated the ridge
of the cock head. Slowly, he let his wet lips slide lower on Jonathan's
penis until the entire boner was deep in the younger boy's mouth.
Jonathan's knees almost buckled from the unending blast of sexual
pleasure, and he steadied himself with his hands on Little Jimmy's
head.
Looking out into the semi-darkness, Jonathan saw that most of the other
boys were now engaged in some variety of sexual activity: sucking,
kissing, hugging, or fucking; most in pairs, some in threesomes. On the
bunk next to Jonathan's, Big Jimmy and his pet Benjy were lying on their
sides, watching as Little Jimmy sucked Jonathan's dick in and out of his
skilled mouth. Benjy lay with his back to Big Jimmy's front, and the
older boy diddled with the pet's immature stiff penis and kissed his
neck and shoulder as the older boy's 5-inch erection slid back and forth
between Benjy's smooth inner thighs, protruding out just below the
youngster's ball sack on each forward stroke.
On another bed, Jonathan saw a boy about his age on his hands and
knees; his mouth was sliding up and down on the hard-on of a boy of
similar age; his ass was raised in the air and the 6- inch cock of an
older boy was plowing in and out of his receptive love hole.
Around the room were similar scenes. Sometimes they would change
places or shift to new positions. Sometimes a boy would call out in a
lustful voice "oh yes; I'm cumming!" Jonathan looked down at Little
Jimmy, whose eyes looked up at him as his lips and tongue glided and
teased and sucked on Jonathan's pubescent rod. Then he let the erection
pop out of his mouth and asked eagerly "want to slide your cock into my
hot arse?" Jonathan looked up again at boys fucking here and there in
the room and replied breathlessly "yes, please!" Little Jimmy ran over
to Ned's bed and reached into a wooden box, pulling out a small bottle
of oil. Coming back to Jonathan's bunk, the lad applied a coating of
the oil to the 12-year-old's cock. Then he stripped off his clothing
and lay down on his back, applying some oil to his love hole. Spreading
his legs and pulling them up and back with his hands, little Jimmy said
"come on, then. My boy-cunt is itching for a good fuck." Jonathan
blushed at this rough language, and then grinned at the thought of it
coming from the mouth of a 10-year-old. He knelt between the boy's legs
and used his hand to guide his straining cock against the slippery rose
bud of flesh. Little Jimmy flexed the circle of muscle open, and
Jonathan pushed slowly forward, intoxicated by the intensity of the
sexual rush. Little Jimmy wrapped his arms around Jonathan's neck as
Jonathan instinctively moved his hips and arched his back in a steady
fucking rhythm. Pulling Jonathan's head down to him, Little Jimmy
kissed the older boy, at first gently and then more and more
passionately. As their tongues danced together, Little Jimmy flexed his
ass muscle, alternating tight and relaxed, and Jonathan groaned as he
felt the unstoppable surge of orgasm rushing through his body. His
brain was setting off fireworks as the second cum in his young life
burst into the hot tunnel of Little Jimmy's ass.
They lay in a tight embrace, still kissing, and Jonathan's softening
penis slid out of Little Jimmy's tight hole. Then Jonathan became aware
of the younger boy's stiff penis poking against his stomach. Jonathan
reached down and gently caressed the hard boy-dick with his fingers, and
Little Jimmy purred with delight. Jonathan kissed the boy's neck, then
kissed the nipples on his chest, then his bellybutton. Finally he
reached the object of his curiosity: a 3-inch cock the thickness of a
thumb, straining in full erection. The older boy licked tentatively at
the red cock- head and then let the little rod slide into his mouth,
teasing it with his tongue the way Little Jimmy had done for him earlier
that evening. Jonathan marveled at how much he enjoyed the feeling of
this hot, stiff, smooth flesh in his mouth, and he made every effort to
please his young friend. Little Jimmy moaned with pleasure, holding
Jonathan's head and guiding the speed of the sucking action. "Oh, oh,
oh yes! That's it! Yes; do that more! Oh, please put your finger in my
arse" Jonathan was happy to comply and let his index finger glide into
the warm opening, still slick with oil and cum. As his mouth sucked,
his finger moved in and out, and Little Jimmy writhed with ecstasy.
Suddenly, the 10-year-old's body went stiff, and he clenched at the
covers on the bed. His erection twitched and pulsed in Jonathan's
mouth, though no fluid emerged. "OH GOD!" he gasped; "what a cum!" and
he pulled Jonathan's head away as his body relaxed.
Oblivious of the sexual activity that continued among some of the boys
around them, Jonathan and Little Jimmy fell asleep in each other's
arms. Jonathan awoke to the sound of several boys entering the room and
saw that it was Ned and the others, returning from their activities at
the bordello, well after midnight. Jonathan called out softly to Ned,
who came over to where he and Little Jimmy lay and said "well mate,
looks as if you did alright in last night's cock-play!" Jonathan blushed
and asked "is it OK that I played with Little Jimmy?" "Oh sure" said
the older boy cheerfully; "that's what I was hoping would happen."
"Tell me about the night shift, Ned" Jonathan said excitedly. "Sure.
Come on over to my bed and we can talk." Jonathan, still naked, padded
over to Ned's bed as the older boy stripped off his clothing. "Whatta
you think of my new pocket watch, courtesy of my gentleman friend" Ned
said as he pulled the piece from his vest pocket. When Ned was
undressed, the two lay together under the covers and Ned told of his
experience.
"When I got to Madame Isadora's, the first thing was a bath in a real
bathtub, and the old dame herself scrubbed my back. She even had me
stand up so she could wash my cock; said I had I had real nice
equipment." And Ned let his crotch press against Jonathan's leg. "As
she was washing me Isadora told me what I should do with the gent, just
like she's always done the other times I've been there. Turns out the
gent wants to pretend he's a young school boy, and I'm the senior
schoolboy who is in charge of his discipline. Isadora loves to do
dress-up with her girls and us boys, and some of the gents fancy
dressing up too. So when I get together with the gent, he's in short
pants and knee socks and jacket and a schoolboy cap. I'm in this long
black professor's robe with not a stitch on underneath. The gent comes
in all sheepish-like and says 'I'm sorry I was naughty, sir. It shan't
happen again.' I say 'Boy, you'll have too take what's coming to you.
Now drop your knickers and bend over the table. The gent pulls off the
short pants and his drawers and pulls up his shirt. From the look of
his boner, I could tell he was getting excited by this. I take this
long wooden rod and tell him 'I'm giving you 20 wacks, and you'll count
off after each one.' I let him have it on his bare arse, and he kinda
jumps and counts 'One... Two... Three!' I take it slow, and I'm not
hitting him TOO hard, but hard enough to make his arse cheeks bright red
and his legs tremble. Around number 15, I see that he's wanking himself
while he wiggles his arse to enjoy the next wack. I say 'what are you
doing, boy? Stand up straight.' He says 'oh please, sir, I couldn't
help myself.' I tell him 'your mind is polluted by sex. If that's what
you want, get on your knees and have a taste of this.' And I open the
robe and show him what I got. He gets on his knees and crawls over to
me. I'm about half-hard already, and his mouth immediately goes to work
on me. I can tell he's no beginner at sucking, so I take him by the
head and shove all the way into his throat; in and out; and he loves
it."
As Jonathan listened in wonder, he could feel Ned's hard cock pressing
against his body. Jonathan reached down and took hold of the
14-year-old's boner and knew without looking that it was as big or
bigger than any that he had seen on the other older boys earlier that
night. Ned had a thatch of pubic hair and 7 inches of meat; Jonathan
pressed his own hard dick against Ned's erection as the older boy
continued his story. "Now Madame Isadora told me to make the thing last
for a while, so when it feels like I'm getting ready to cum I pulled the
gent's head off my dick and said 'now boy, I want you to use your tongue
on every part of my body. Don't miss anything.' And he's there on his
knees kissing and licking down my leg, and when he gets to my foot I
have a seat in a big armchair and he starts sucking my toes. He works
his way back up both legs, and I put a leg over each arm of the chair
and show him my rear end. "Now clean off my arse, boy.' And of course,
he does. His tongue slips all around my hole and works its way inside.
Then he moves on: my nipples, my fingers, my ears. 'Good job, boy' I
tell him. Now you may continue wanking yourself, and I'll finish your
last five wacks.' So I give him five more, and he's still pulling on
his boner. I say 'My cock fancies a visit to your arse hole, boy. Get
down on your hands and knees.' He gets down and I lube my rod with some
oil that's on the table. As I kneel behind him, I can feel the heat
coming from the red skin of his whipped arse, even before I touch it.
The gent looks back at me over his shoulder and whimpers 'Please fuck
me, sir; fuck me good and hard', so I push into him fast and start
pumping his arse hard. I give him the ride of his life, swatting his
butt every now and then, and when I finally shoot off into him he
finishes his wank- off by spraying his cum all over the rug. Then he's
through with his game of let's-pretend, and we lay together naked in bed
and he tells me how good it was. After he's dressed, and as he leaves
the joint, he gives me his watch."
Ned was as turned on both by Jonathan's body next to him and by the
memories of the night's activities. He reached down and pressed both
cock together and jacked both at once. Jonathan whispered excitedly
"Would you fuck me, Ned? Ain't done it yet, and Little Jimmy seemed to
be in heaven when I did him." Ned smiled and kissed Jonathan's mouth.
"Sure thing, mate. I've wanted to have at you since the first time I
laid eyes on your face."
Ned got his bottle of lubricating oil, applied it liberally to
Jonathan's virgin ass and, to Jonathan's surprise, to the younger lad's
cock. He massaged Jonathan's anal opening for several minutes, then
inserted a finger, eventually two, working them slowly in and out and
side-to-side. All the while, he slowly masturbated the boy's straining
slippery boner. Jonathan had to resist the urge to cry out with
pleasure as he clutched at the covers on the bed and let the intense
sensations wash over his body. When he felt on the verge of cumming,
Ned could sense it and released the straining boner, but kept his two
fingers in the boy's hole, constantly massaging the muscle wider. Then
Ned applied some oil to his own cock, pushed Jonathan's legs back as the
boy lay on his back, and positioned his cock head at the entrance of the
virgin love hole. Pushing slowly and stopping often, the 7-inch
erection worked its way in, inch by inch, until finally Ned's pubic hair
was pressing against Jonathan's ass hole. "You doin' alright, mate?"
Ned asked. "Oh, yes!" Jonathan gasped, as he reached down with both
hands to hold his ball sack and stroke his oiled penis. That was all
Ned needed to hear, and he immediately began to pull back slowly, then
push back in. In and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed. By
the time Ned leaned down to kiss Jonathan's mouth, he was fucking at a
steady driving pace, and Jonathan's hand was sliding up and down on his
own rod. Jonathan's mind and body were aflame with powerful new
sensations. Each thrust into his love hole produced of surge of sexual
energy in his cock, and the pleasure he was bringing with his stroking
hand made the muscle of his ass clench open and closed on Ned's
lust-driven erection. Both boys exploded in powerful orgasms and fell
together into each other's arms, tongues still exploring each other's
mouths. Jonathan drifted off into blissful sleep, feeling a growing
emotional bond to the older boy he was snuggling against.
Over the next week, Jonathan settled into the lifestyle of the Home.
Days filled with long and tedious work, but accompanied by good
companionship. Nights in which his new-found sexuality became an
ever-changing intoxicating adventure. Taking Ned's advice, Jonathan was
sampling the favors of every boy who wanted to engage in cock-play with
him; boys as young as 8 and as old as 14; one-on-one; threesomes;
foursomes. He rapidly developed a talent for cock sucking and savored
the pleasure of being sucked, being fucked, and fucking other boys.
Rare was the night he did not end up asleep in the arms of another boy,
but even then, he finished off the night's activities by jacking himself
off.
London, 1892 Part 2
Ned sometimes was absent from the sleeping room during cock-play, even
though there was no "night shift" announced, and after the second time
Jonathan asked him about it. "Well, lad, I've been with old Mullins.
He kinda took a liking to me a couple years back, and you might say I'm
his pet when he needs a bit of action. I like the old bugger. He's
treated me and the rest of the lads alright, and doing some cock-play
with him is a nice way to pay him back. He also plays with other lads.
In fact, he'll not send a lad out on night shift until he's had a taste
of what the lad can do." Jonathan thought for a moment. "I'd like to do
night shift. Could I have a go at Mullins sometime?" the boy asked
eagerly. Ned replied "I'll mention it to him. You just keep learning
your cock-play as you have this past week, and you'll be a natural for
night shift."
A few days later, Ned came to Jonathan and said "I'm getting some lads
together to do a "special" for Mullins. Wanna join in?" Jonathan looked
puzzled. "Special?" he asked. The older boy replied "Oh; right. Well,
I guess there's a short answer and there's a long story. I'll give you
both. According to Mr. Mullins, a special is when six boys work on him
at once. He says it's the best cock-play a man can experience. The
story part he could tell himself better than I can, but I've heard it a
few times, so here goes. When he was a young man, Mullins was a
sergeant in the Army, stationed in India. His company was garrisoned at
the palace of the Maharaja of Jahilipur, who was notorious for his
taste for sex with young ones. He had a few official wives, but also
had a harem of 50 concubines - 25 boys and 25 girls - between the ages
of 11 and 13. He had a staff of servants to train them in all the ways
of pleasure, and the Maharaja's favorite was six concubines at a time.
Sometimes six boys, sometimes six girls, sometimes three of each. Now
the concubines were shown the door when they reached the age of 14, and
many took employment in the brothels of Jahilipur, which were famous
throughout the country. Mullins made it a practice to take his Saturday
night pleasure at one of the better establishments in the city, which
had a group of young male graduates of the Maharaja's school of sexual
delights. Every once in a while, he'd save up his rupees for the
Maharaja's "special": six boys working him over in the most delicious
manner. So tonight we have a go at Mullins. He pays a shilling and a
day off of work; just like night shift. Are you in?" "Yes, please! I
very much like to join!" said Jonathan, with his habitual politeness.
Ned coached the boys of what to do, and told them they were to follow
his directions while they were pleasuring the middle-aged man. As they
entered his room, he was lying on a pile of cushions, wearing a silk
robe. A large Turkish water pipe was at his side, and the smell of
hashish filed the room, and Mullins said "Ah, come in lads. You see I'm
indulging in the vice I brought back from India. Bad for the brain but
great for the cock! Come on now; let's see you undress for me, one at a
time." Ned, the leader of the group, started off. He pulled off his
shirt and slowly unfastened his pants, pulling them down in a teasing
manner meant to arouse the man. When his pants were off, he quickly
stroked his cock to its full 7 inches, to the approval of Mullins. "Now
our new lad" said the man, winking at Jonathan. He took another deep
drag on the sweet hashish smoke and reached between the folds of his
robe to gently stroke himself as he watched the 12-year-old strip down
to beautiful, seductive nudity and sporting a firm 4-1/2 inch rod. The
other four boys, one of whom was Little Jimmy, stripped down in turn.
Already knowing from Ned's instructions how they would start off,
Little Jimmy and Brian (a 13-year-old with red hair and freckles) would
knelt on either side of him at his head, kissing his mouth, licking his
ears, and caressing his chest and arms. Ned and Jonathan used their
mouths on Mullins's cock and balls. The other two, Tim (a 13-year-old
blond) and Kevin (a 11-year-old with black-hair) kissed and licked the
man's feet, sucked on his toes, and stroked his legs and inner thighs.
Mullins closed his eyes and drifted on a drug-enhanced wave of pleasure
as six beautiful boys made every effort to please him with their mouths
and hands. Probing, hot, wet boy-tongues slithered in his ear, twined
around his own tongue, circled his cock head, teased his balls, and
sucked on his toes. The man moaned softly as the licking, kissing, and
sucking intensified, accompanied by massaging hands stroking every inch
of his body. When he pulled his knees up, Ned began to lick his ass
hole, while Jonathan concentrated on sucking the 6-inch cock.
Jonathan's head bobbed up and down and his tongue flitted around the
smooth taut skin of the man's cock. Mullins's hands held Jonathan's
head, guiding the rhythm and depth of penetration. Ned licked
aggressively at the man's anal opening, and then extended his tongue
fully and probed the quivering flesh of Mullins's ass muscle.
Then Ned moved around and straddled Mullins' loins, guiding the man's
spit-slick cock into his experienced boy-cunt. Jonathan moved to lick
the man's ball sack as Ned began to ride up and down on Mullins'
erection. Two other boys positioned their crotches next to Mullins'
head in such a way that the man's head could turn one way to lick and
suck one boy's cock and balls, then pivot the other way to service the
second boy. Mullins played with Ned's hard cock as the 14-year-old
continued to take the man's cock deep into his flexing love channel.
Numerous times over the next hour, the boys changed positions,
pleasuring the man's body with their mouths and hands, receiving
pleasure from his mouth and hands, and riding the man's cock as Ned had
done. All of them, man and boys, stayed hard the entire time, just short
of cumming
The man's mind was detached from time. The combination of hashish and
unrelenting boy-sex, expertly orchestrated by Ned, brought him to ever
higher planes of physical pleasure. When at last the throes of orgasm
crashed through his body, he was fucking Jonathan, alternately sucking
Little Jimmy and Brian (who knelt close on either side of Jonathan's
prone body so their cocks almost touched), having his balls squeezed by
Kevin, and his nipples pinched by Tim. Ned had his finger up Mullins'
ass and was gently massaging the man's prostate. After a minute, when
Mullins' mind started returning from the otherworldly place it had been,
he told the boys to shoot their loads on him. On his spent cock; in his
mouth; on his face. The boys stood around him and jacked their cocks,
cumming very quickly and in massive volume. All except Little Jimmy who
stood off to the side with a sad look. "I'm sorry, sir" he said softly;
"I can't shoot yet." Mullins replied in a sincerely sympathetic voice
"oh, my beautiful boy; how dreadful of me to embarrass you that way.
Come here, my pet." And wiping the cum from his face, the man positioned
Little Jimmy on his back among the cushions and proceeded to suck and
caress the boy's cock and balls and ass with his lips and tongue until
the youngster cried out with pleasure and trembled with the impact of a
powerful dry orgasm.
Several days later, Mullins announced a night shift at Madame
Isadora's. Not surprisingly, the crew he picked was the same six boys
who had worked the "special" on him. As Isadora briefed the boys after
they had bathed, she told them that tonight they would all entertain a
party of four men celebrating the opening night of a play written by one
of the gents (some fellow named Oscar Wilde). The playwright's lover
was the son of a wealthy lord, and he was paying Isadora handsomely for
the affair. The four men wore fine robes of a Persian style. The boys
were outfitted in a style of clothing that would be worn by boy-slaves
of a Middle Eastern sultan: small vests, open at the front, were all
they wore on top; loose "harem pants" of a fine satin covered their
loins. The boys served delicate but rich foods and refilled glasses of
aged Scotch whiskey for the men, who were seated on the floor on
cushions. The men joked among themselves and freely fondled the boys'
asses and crotches, and each of the boys quickly tented out the material
in the front of his loose pants.
As more whiskey was consumed, the men took increasing liberties with
the boys, pulling them down to their laps to be kissed and fondled more
intimately. The playwright was kissing little Jimmy deeply with his
tongue and his hand played freely inside the boy's pants. Then he
nudged the boy off his lap, telling him to stand up, and pulled down the
elastic waistband of the pants, revealing the boy's eager pre-pubescent
hard-on. Sitting on the floor, the guest of honor was in perfect
position to suck the 3-inch rod into his mouth as his hands kneaded the
boy's slender ass. Inspired by his example, the other three gents
quickly stripped the costumes off the other boys and spoke approvingly
of the fine examples of boy-flesh that would be theirs to enjoy that
night. The boys brought out more cushions. Bowls of warm scented oil
were placed around the room, ready to lube ass holes and cocks.
The boys, now entirely naked, kept serving whiskey, and the men poured
some of the burning alcohol into the boys' willing mouths. As the level
of sexuality grew, the four men each picked a boy for one-on-one play
(choosing Jimmy, Jonathan, Tim, and Brian) and directed Ned and Kevin to
the middle of the room to perform. Ned and Kevin were instructed to
put on a show, and the men called out instructions in excited voices.
"Young lad; suck the older chap." "You, older one, lick out the young
one's arse."
Ned's 7-inch boner stood in dramatic contrast to 11-year-old Kevin's
4-incher. They began by embracing, standing slightly apart as they
kissed deeply and their erections rubbed together. At the men's
direction for Kevin to suck Ned, the younger boy dropped to his knees
and eagerly licked at the 7-inch cock, as he had numerous time in
cock-play at the Home. Opening his mouth wide, he took the teenage
erection deep into his throat, came back up to the tip of the cock, and
plunged back down, again and again in a smooth, sensuous motion that
drew moans from Ned and shouts of approval from the alcohol-primed
gents. Squeezing the older boy's balls with one hand and using the
thumb and two fingers of his other hand to glide along the penis shaft
just below his lips, Kevin brought Ned to the brink of orgasm and then
sent him crashing over, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum onto the
youngster's face and into his open mouth.
Jonathan sat in the lap of the young Marquess of Queensberry, a
thoroughly debauched aristocrat with a lust for boys. Pulling his robe
apart, the lord reclined back on the cushions, pulling the naked boy on
top of him, and savoring the feeling of the boy's 4-1/2 inch hard-on
pressing against his own rising erection. The gent let his hands roam
all over Jonathan's back, ass, and thighs; their tongues intertwined,
and their cocks glided together. Then the gent sat up and positioned
Jonathan so that the boy straddled the man's lap with a leg on either
side of the man's waist, their cocks pressed tightly together. The boy
wrapped his arms around the gent's neck and again brought his lips to
the man's hungry mouth. As their bodies pressed tightly together, their
tongues snaked against each other, and the young lord was oblivious, for
a moment, of the orgy in progress all around him.
Had he looked to the center of the room, he would have seen Kevin on
his back with his legs pulled up, having his ass lovingly rimmed by
Ned. The 14-year-old's tongue probed into the younger boy's ass hole as
Kevin flexed and unflexed his pink rosebud muscle.
Had he looked to his right, he would have seen the playwright crouching
down on his knees and reaching back to spread his ass cheeks as Little
Jimmy got into position behind him to fuck the man with his 3-inch,
slender boner. The gent mumbled words of encouragement as the boy
gamely poked at the man's ass and began to pump his pre-pubescent cock
in and out. Little Jimmy was soon rewarded with a wave of dry orgasm,
but the man was nowhere near being satisfied. He went to a shelf of
"toys" and brought back an 8-inch dildo, attached to a harness of
straps, and began to strap it onto Little Jimmy. The 10-year-old looked
slightly ridiculous with a massive cock sticking out from his small
body, but he eagerly took up the challenge of reaming the gent's ass
hole as soon as the man lay on his back and pulled back his legs. The
lubed instrument sunk in to the hilt as the boy put his entire weight
into the first thrust. The man groaned and pleaded with Little Jimmy to
fuck him hard; the boy willingly obliged, pumping in and out as the man
whimpered with pleasure and jacked away at his own cock.
To the left of Jonathan and his aristocratic customer were Tim, the
13-year-old blond and Brian, the 13-year-old red-headed. Their two
clients were choreographing an arrangement that gradually involved all
four participants. One man lay on his back as Tim, facing his
customer's feet, lowered himself onto the man's hard, lubed cock. He
rose up and lowered himself down several times in a smooth, practiced
motion, clenching his ass muscle around the man's straining cock. The
gent pulled the blond lad back so that Tim now lay with his back resting
against the man's chest; from this position he could hold the boy's
waist and pump his cock in and out of Tim's tight ass. Then Brian was
directed to straddle Tim and take the boy's cock into his mouth. Tim in
turn began sucking on the other lad's cock in the 69 position. Brian's
weight was supported by his hands and feet on the floor, and his ass
arched up invitingly for the other gent to maneuver into position to
penetrate the boy's tight love channel with his oiled cock. Though a
bit awkward at first, the four soon began to move as an organic whole.
They developed a rhythm of fucking and sucking so that the four bodies
melded into one sexual entity, each giving and receiving pleasure
simultaneously. The boys sucked greedily on each other's boners as each
was being fucked in the ass. Before long, Tim and Brian felt the rush
of orgasm flooding through their bodies, and they soon were shooting
boy-cum from their pulsing adolescent dicks. As each boy's body pulsed
with orgasm, their ass muscles clenched at the hard man-cocks that were
plowing in and out. Racing to achieve sexual release, the two gents
fucked the boys hard and fast, and both let loose spurt after spurt of
hot cum deep into the willing boy-cunts.
By now, Jonathan and his customer were 69ing each other, the man on his
back and the boy kneeling above him. As the 12-year-old worshiped the
man's erection with his lips and tongue and throat, the 20-year-old lord
alternated between sucking the boy's handsome slender dick, orally
caressing his hairless ball sack, and probing his tongue into the boy's
receptive pink ass hole.
In the middle of the room Ned stood crouched over, with his hands on
his knees, being fucked from behind by young Kevin in deep, smooth
strokes. Inspired by what he saw, the aristocrat positioned Jonathan on
his knees, facing Ned and Kevin, and proceeded to fuck the boy's ass as
he gazed around the room. It wasn't long before the Marquis had his
arms wrapped around Jonathan's chest and was pumping a full load of cum
into the boy's ass. Finally, he laid Jonathan on his back and sucked
his young cock to its hairless base, pleasuring the boy with his lips
and tongue, and slipping a finger back and forth inside the lad's
slippery ass. The man's efforts were soon rewarded in a spray of sweet
boy-cum, just about the time Kevin pumped a load into Ned's bowels.
(To be continued?)