Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 13:19:36 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Lord, Further Adventures, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical

"Young Lord, Further Adventures, Part Two"   By Jay Roberts   Gay Historical


Mr. Contrary met James in the entry hall.  The old lawyer seemed to scan
the young man's face to ascertain whether he had enjoyed sex.  He expected
so as the young tailor was usually randy he had heard.

"James, you may want to join me in my carriage and I can drop you at your
town house.  I have booked two rooms in the hotel in which the Club in
situated.  I thought you might not want to travel back home as it might be
late."

"Very kind sir.  That sounds fine.  Now tell me more about the Club."

"You may not like it.  If so leave immediately, but I suspect it will be to
your tastes.  Most of fashionable males in London are guests at one time or
another.  Tonight there are three special guest.  Three young sailors from
the frigate "Indefagable" have been invited.  They are youthful and like
our sort of play."

Back at the town house James ate a large bowl of soup that the caretaker
had prepared.  It was so filled with meat and vegetables that it sufficed
as a meal.  Afterward James stripped to his underwear and crawled under the
heavy covers leaving orders to wake him at seven o'clock in the evening.

He was surprised at how quickly he tumbled into a deep slumber and he awoke
before seven and put on his clothes.  He only had his plain country attire,
black trousers and natural linen shirt plus a heavy tweed outer jacket.
His new clothes were expected tomorrow.

He heard the clump of horses and it was, as he expected, Mr. Contrary.

They arrived at the hotel that houses the club and at the heavy door a
uniformed guard surveyed James' plain clothes with disdain.  Mr. Contrary
quickly put the officious chap in his place.  "This young man is likely of
higher status than any one inside the door.  He is to be referred to as
'your Grace'.

The poor man blushed and stuttered, then bowed low and they entered.  Just
inside the door, Mr.Contrary said that he had an appointment in an upstairs
chamber left James to discover life at this club of particular tastes.

When the double doors were flung open by the flunky, James was assailed in
all his senses by music, a mix of all kinds: pianoforte, guitar, human
voices all in a gleeful discordia.  Then he spelled the elixirs of a crown
of twenty or so, heated up with sexual feeling.  Finally his eyes opened
wide at the sights.  Young men half dressed, some engaging in pre sexual
embraces, some were dancing together and the three sailors that
Mr. Contrary had referred to were evident.  At this moment they were
dancing a saucy horn pipe.  One of the three, a large, muscular chip with a
large blond mustache caught sight of James.  His eyes fixed on the young
Lord and he grasped his genitals in a sort of rough man to man greeting.

The lad was overflowing with male swagger as he put his large hands on his
underwear clad hips and made a licking motion with his tongue.  James could
feel his prick coming to attention.  Others in the room caught this moment
and watched as the seaman made his way to the youth and stood before him.

"Hi cabin Boy," He said in a deep voice. "For that what I deem you must be.
Come close and kiss me for I am pining for your lips."

James was amused that he was thought to be the lowest person on any vessel
and he ought not to tarry with this socially inferior person but the
sailor's big muscled arms and round face beckoned.  James stepped forward
and felt his lips pushing out in need when the large young sailor jumped
back.  "Does ye London byes never bathe.  You stink like a pig pen."

James was stung with the insult.  "I wash up often and bath at least once a
month."

"Hah, even onboard we swab ourselves daily.  It's Royal Navy rules.  Go ye
to the Roman baths through that door and see me when the barnacles have
been scraped off ye."

James followed the big blond's pointed finger to a green door at the end of
the revelry room.  When the door closed behind him, all was quiet.  He saw
a tiled hall and doors on each side.  Ahead was a room marked 'dressing
room' and he entered.  Inside there were two youthful persons undressing.
He copied them and in a short time all were totally naked.  He appraised
his companions.  One was extremely thin and hairy with a hawk nose and
receding hairline, but boasted a soft, long cock of at least five inches in
its unexcited mood, lying placidly against a very long sac.

The other was a lad who must exercise regularly.  His form was like a V
with large shoulders and tiny waist.  His full legs were hairless and well
shaped.  His greatest feature was a luxuriant head of red hair and a noble
face.  They both feasted their eyes on James smooth pale classic body and
beautiful face.

"Where does one bathe?"  James asked "I have not been here before."

The Adonis took James slim, smooth arm and drew him along the corridor to a
door marked 'steam room'.  The other thin lad followed behind.  James was
sure he felt hot eyes regarding his backside all along the short walk.

Inside it was like a scene from hell.  Swirling mists filled the room.
There were two others there on tile benches and he sat down on a lower
bench as that seemed cooler than the upper ones.

He spread his legs and leaned back to allow the scented steam to envelop
him.  It made him somewhat drowsy.  Through slitted eyes he noticed that
the two chaps who had entered with him were across the room and they were
engaged in stimulating one lad by rubbing his legs.  The boy appeared to be
foreign, perhaps Chinese and he smiled lazily permitted the liberties.

Observing this stimulated James mighty cock to rise and his two dressing
room companions caught sight of that and soon left off with their prey and
came over to where James was sitting.

"Ho!" said the skinny fellow, "What have we here?"

"A mast?  A spire?  We must verify it."

They set to use their hands on James and soon he felt as if he had been
attached by an octopus of stimulation.  For the first time he felt a thumb
passing over his pale pink nipples and they erected to tiny penises.  It
made him gasp with pleasure as the sensation traveled down his body and
made his prick rise up in stiffness and size.

The two attending boy's were thrilled with the results and their loud
breathing overcame the hiss of the steam.  Soon they assayed further attack
on James who submitted limply.  A face, lying on the tile licked his balls
delightfully and he lifted his legs to enable that hot tongue most access.
That move exposed his hairless arse to view and the handsome one dove down
as well to soulfully lick away at James tender ass.  That tongue now
traveled to the boy's pulsing pucker and licked softly, then with more
vigor until it slipped inside.

James was in another world, a wonderful haze of sensation.  He was mewling
happily hoping this would never end.  He spied the other two kids now
standing in front of the tableau, each with the other's prick in their
hand, wanking away, their young arms about each other.

Suddenly the good looking, well built boy called to his friend, the skinny
kid in a gruff voice, "Seldon, he needs to be fucked.  Do it!"

James jumped up.  "Oh no sirs, I have not done that act nor am I ready to
do so now."

But his protest was useless and four strong young men easily placed him in
position to be entered.  And he soon felt the thin boy's long, small headed
penis attempt an entry into his rear passage.  He would have been shortly
lost his virginity had not the door slammed open and a large, pink,
immensely built figure enter and call out in a deep voice, "Unhand that
beauty.  I saw him first.  If he is to be fooked, I will fook him," he said
in his North of England accent."

It was the seaman whom had complained about his stink.  He now was his
rescuer and James came over to him and said, "We may now perform that kiss
that you so rudely interrupted.

"Aye lad, I am still pining.  But first, I must clear the room."

He braced his arms into a fighting position, his slab of chest muscles
bulging.  "Now sirs, I believe you are wanted outside this room.  So
leave...now!"

The four scuttled out rapidly and the seaman came to James side.  "I am
Jacob, you name pretty boy."

"James."

"Too uppity.  I shall call you Jim."

Yes, James like that.  It made him feel younger and boyish.  He smiled in
pleasure and the sight of that lovely mouth and gleaming teeth quite
overcame the big sailor.  He put his arms around the smaller figure and
drew him tight.  Next he put a hand on the back of James damp curls and
pulled his head forward and kissed those delicious lips.

He pressed deeper.  James was sagging with passion and his sweet tongue
pushed forward engaging that big one of the sailor.  It was as if an
electric current was joined and both were lost in the kiss.

Finally Jacob growled.  "Now let's proceed with the fook, Jimmy."

James mentally protested but he trusted this big guy and if ever he was
going to do it, this was the moment.  He signed resignedly and went to the
bench and lay on his back and lifted his legs to present his perfect arse
to Jacob.

"I shall treat it like a holy object," said Jacob reverently, his eyes
blazing in admiration of the curves and hollows, "but later, I shall lose
my mind and plow through the seas with vigor."

James was blind with trepidation and powerful desire to be possessed, to
feel that fat blunt cock inside him.  He only waited a moment for the young
tar to tuck James' legs on each side of his hips and move forward to place
the head of his cock at the boy's pulsing hole.

"Ah, I see you want this entry.  Are you my whore boy?"

James was assailed by the insolence of the seaman yet he meekly replied, "I
am your whore, possess me please."

Jacob pushed forward and the ring opened and his cock head slipped inside.
James broke out in a sweat and his mouth was drawn up in terror.  Jacob saw
that and controlled his harsh voice to say sweetly, "Jimmy, be brave,
heaven awaits, I promise you."

Still James' worried face remained until Jacob slowly pushed his fat flesh
tube into the boy.  "Oh this is beyond pleasure," Jacob muttered, "Now I am
inside you.  Feel my bush against your tender arse."  He stayed in that
position and watched the lad's face.  Gradually his scrunched up face began
to relax and to Jacob's laughing delight, James broke into a smile.  And
more exciting, he pushed against the impaled cock as if he wanted more."

"Yes, do your worst.  I want you.  I love you for this time."

With a crow as loud as a call of a whale astern, the big boy pulled out and
began a heavy fucking.  James rode along with him, as the cock slide back
and forth, he followed it.  The two sang a duet of grunts and calls and
curses until Jacob suddenly said, "You devil, I cannot hold back as I
usually do, you are too wonderful.  I am spilling.  You are now ready.  You
crave what I have and can give.

In truth James wanted ready.  He needed a few more minutes of this great
pleasure to come to orgasm, but the big boy was at his end, he reared
loudly and began to spew with such force and quantity that James felt it in
his innards.  He tried hard to orgasm with his fuck mate but he was just
not ready.  He let the great spurts come in him and held on to the lad's
waist until the storm was over.

Jacob never noticed that James didn't cum with him.  He was splayed out on
the bench totally wiped out.  James kissed him on his damp forehead and
quietly left the steam room.  As he walked further along the corridor he
saw a door marked Grill Room.  He entered.

A white coated chief stood behind a counter with cold snacks displayed.
There was a whole bird and potatoes as well as a sign advertising ale.  He
ordered a tidy feast and consumed it rapidly.  Wiping his mouth and burping
quietly he exited.

Outside the Grill Room he encountered the lad who with his friend had been
one of the audience witnessing James sporting in the steam room.  It was
the Chinese lad.

"Do you fancy a massage," he asked.

"What is that?"

"It's the most wonderful feeling of being carressed without sex," and he
assed very softly, "In most cases."

It sounded like a restful way to end this adventuresome night and he
consented.  He was led into a small room with only a small table of bottles
and a single cot.

The Chinese boy removed the towel that had been wrapped around his slim
waist.  "I find it better for both of us to be naked for the best effect."

James lay down on the sheet covered cot and closed his eyes.


End Part Two