Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 07:55:57 +0100
From: David Gough <dgg@cwgsy.net>
Subject: Victorian Boys Home

Another work of fiction (or fantasy) please also see 'Bath Time'& 'Father
and Son Camp'

My mother and father had run a boys home in East London for some years.  It
was funded by local benefactors, bankers from the City, and the church.
The home accepted orphaned or displaced boys between 5 and 15 on the
understanding that they would be schooled and prepared for independance.
Mother died from tuberculosis last year and since then father has gone to
pieces.  The church provides daytime teachers, but more and more I am
taking over father's other responsibilites within the home.  This means
making sure that the boys are up washed and dressed in time for them to
prepare their breakfasts (part of their preparation for life), supervising
them in the evenings and ensuring that they all settle down for bed at a
decent time.  Although I'm only 18 and barely older than some of our older
boys, I have had to take over the role as house 'father'.

Until recently I have had little to do with the boys, my life had been kept
distinctly separate from theirs.  Now things are very different and have
highlighted feelings in me that I would have rather suppressed.

When supervising the boys washing and bathing I was unable to stop myself
staring at their lithe bodies.  Nudity didn't seem to bother them and
frolicking in the wash room was common.  On many occasions I witnessed boys
get erections and playfully grab each other's.  During these times I would
get as hard as a rock, my cock leaking profusely into my britches.  I could
not/dare not react.  I had to preserve my status.

Until.......

One night while checking the dormitory on a random visit, I noticed that
two cots were empty.  I slowly began to check the rest of the building,
ending up at the wash room.  The moon was full and I could see around very
clearly.  In the tiled area to one side I spied the two missing boys, one a
14 year-old blondie called George and the other a rather slight 9 year-old
called Michael.

I was mesmerised by what I was seeing.  They were both naked, the younger
boy was on his knees in front of George and was sucking his penis.  I
instantly sprung an erection which tented the front of my night shirt.  I
put my right hand under my shirt and started to fondle my cock.  It was
getting too much for me, I took off my night-shirt and stood there naked
and hard, playing with myself and stroking my young body.  Courage
eventually came to me and I slowly began to advance toward the boys.  Then
George, who was facing me, saw me and smiled, he put his hand on the
younger one's head, presumably so that he would not stop, and beckoned me
closer.

I came alongside and the George reached out for my cock, Michael looked up
but did not stop sucking.  George brought me alongside himself and directed
my cock into Michael's mouth.  Michael started to bob between us, furvently
attending to our needs, I was so incredibly turned on that I started to
ejaculate very soon, blasting several shots of my semen into the mouth of
Michael and over the cock of George.  Michael kept on lapping away until it
was all gone.  George then said to me "please suck me Sir".  Being so
enraptured by the goings on, without hesitation I was on my knees and
sucking George's lovely cock.  He was almost the same size as me, which for
a 14 year-old was impressive, he had very sparce blond pubic hair which was
almost invisible in that light.  Michael had stood up and presented his
small penis for my attention, it could only have been between 2 and 3
inches, but beautiful and perfect.  I sucked him too, and licked his
hairless testicles.  George obviously was enjoying the view because with a
loud grunt he shot his load over Michael's genitals and my face.

Not knowing what to do I stayed kneeling.  George joined me and began to
lick his semen from my face. His tongue pushed some of the cream into my
mouth and we began kissing.  He broke away for a second and said to Michael
"don't you have to pee Michael?"  Without a response Michael started to
urinate over George, I was stunned and shocked when George turned his face
into the stream, opened his mouth and started to drink Michael's urine.
George then turned back to me, planted his lips on mine and with his
tongue, forced open my mouth.  I received some of Michael's pee, and to my
utter surprise, liked it.  I broke away and put my face into Michael's
stream to drink from the fount.  George chuckled.  When the flow stopped I
sucked on Michael's cock for a while, extracting the last of his nectar.

Afterwards we washed ourselves, and eachother, without discussing what had
happened.  The boys went off to bed without another word.  I had a troubled
night's sleep that night, partly excited by what had happened and partly
fearful of having started something that I might not be able to stop.

The next few days continued in a relatively normal fashion, except for me
being hyperconscious about all the beautiful bodies I was privvy to
observe.  Every night I made my rounds half hoping to make a discovery
similar to the last.  Nothing happened though.

One day I received a visit from one of our City benefactors, Mr Balfour, he
explained that in the past my father had allowed him to use some of the
boys as waiters for cocktail parties at his home and that he was planning
another.  He named the four boys who had helped before and said that he
would be pleased if they could assist again.  I said that I would discuss
it with my father and get a message back to him in due course.

My father, through his depressed muddle, confirmed the arrangement.  I
therefore sent a message back to confirm that we would provide the help.

I thought that I should talk to the boys concerned to see if they were
willing. One of them was George, so I thought that I would approach him
first, afterall it would break the ice and force me to relate to him
properly.  (I had found the previous few days quite difficult).

After the evening meal, I approached George and asked him for a word.  We
went to my (my father's) study.  I explained the approach from Mr Balfour,
and asked him whether he would be willing to assist again.

He smiled broadly and said "We don't only serve drinks you know", I asked
for further explanation.  George said "its a sex party and we are there to
entertain the guests".  I was shocked and did not know what to do next.
George broke the silence by saying, "why don't you come with us this time,
they do like to have a mixture of ages".  I asked George to tell me what
happened at these events.

He said that the previous time the boys had arrived at the appointed time
and were met by a butler who took them to the servants quarters, had them
remove all their clothes, inspected them for cleanliness and gave them each
a very small apron to wear, which left their buttocks exposed.  The master
of the house then inspected them, stroking each backside and lifting each
apron, arousing the boys.  Apparently he wanted them all to be 'prepared'
for the guests, who had started to arrive.  The boys initially served
drinks and once the guests were well oiled the party gradually turned into
an orgy.

George said "Please Sir, let's go, I'll help you"

I was quite turned on by the idea, it must have shown because George
reached out and stroked my stiff cock through my britches.  I jumped, but
he did not let up. I was incredibly hard.  George dropped to his knees and
unbuttoned my britches.  He dived on my cock and sucked for all he was
worth.  In no time I erupted semen into his hot mouth, he continued to suck
me drawing out every last drop.  Without a word he stood up and dropped his
britches.  I got the message and fell to my knees devouring his lovely
meat.  To my delight he lasted longer than I but was soon groaning "its
coming".  I received his tasty cream and savoured it, lapping the last
vestiges from his cock.  Still with his taste in my mouth I stood and
kissed him, our tongues met and explored, our cocks rubbing together as we
embraced.  Eventually we parted and George looked longingly into my eyes, I
was moved as I stared back, not quite understanding what I was feeling.

"OK", I said, "we'll do it".

"great Sir" said George, I replied "Please call me William, when we are
alone"

"OK, But one thing I should tell you William, is that Mr Balfour likes the
older boys shaved.  If we aren't shaved when we arrive, we'll be shaved at
the party"

I must have looked very concerned because George said "Don't worry, its
quite a turn-on really"

I thought about it for a moment and said "Well if it's a turn-on, we ought
to do it ourselves" We agreed to call together the group of boys the
following evening to get their agreement.

The next evening after supper, the group assembled in the study.  There was
George, Peter a 14 year old, Christopher a 12 year old, and Michael.
George had briefed them beforehand so there was little point to the
meeting, except to agree that we would rather shave eachother than be
shaved at the party.  As the party was in a few days time we agreed to wait
until the afternoon on the party day.

The day soon arrived and that afternoon at 6pm we met in the wash room.  We
closed and locked the door.  Even though Michael didn't need shaving he
showed up anyway.  No sooner than we were out of our clothes we were all
hard.  Being the most experienced with a razor I was nominated to do the
deed.  Having only a few hairs Christopher was to be first.  He approached
me, stiff cock pointing skyward.  It was a real beauty.  I soaped him up,
trying not to over excite him (we had to save ourselves for later) and with
a couple of strokes all his pubic hair was gone.  I rinsed him off, dried
him and admired my work.  I could not resist squeezing the juice from his
cock and licking it from the end.  I stopped myself going further though.
Peter was next and although being darker his hair wasn't too dense.  It
came away easily.  Peter's cock was quite thick for a 14 year old, I could
not help but to stroke it a few times while I worked.  Out of the corner of
my eye, I noticed Michael sucking Christopher, I warned them not to go too
far.

Despite being the eldest George's blond pubes were very fine and presented
no problem.  Then it was my turn.  I had the most to get rid of and decided
that I was happier doing it myself.  I soaped myself up and began denude
myself, I was very turned on by the sensation and was leaking juice from my
piss slit copiously.  I had a little trouble shaving my balls, so George
assisted.  I was terrified that he might slip, but he did not.  In between
each shave with the razor he licked the juice from my cock, he drove me mad
by pushing his tongue under my foreskin and licking around my penis head.
Soon I was as hairless as the others, the feeling was wonderful.

We all needed a thorough wash and I suggested that we moved to the tiled
area.  As we started washing eachother George said that he had to pee,
Peter added that he wanted to also.  Michael was the first to
kneel. Christopher and I followed suit.  Peter with his lovely thick cock
started first.  He swung his cock from side to side spraying us all over.
George soon added his flow but was more intent on aiming for our mouths.
We must have looked like seals catching fish as our mouths gaped awaiting a
shot of his golden liquid.  When the pee had finished we stood and joined
the others in a mutual wash.  It was very difficult not to get carried
away, our cocks were so hard.  We dried off and dusted eachother's groins
with talcum, stroking and smoothing, it was a fantastic sensation and it
had us all on the brink of eruption. I guess we were ready to party.

The walk to our benefactor's house took about an hour.  We were greeted by
the butler, quite a handsome man probably between 25 and 30.  He took us
downstairs to the servants quarters and said that he had to inspect us and
prepare us for the party.  Having some prior knowledge of what to expect I
was not too concerned.  He showed us into a small parlour and told us to
disrobe.  We all did and were soon naked in front of him.  He looked us all
over, stroking our shaved groins and massaging our rising penises.  He had
us all bend over and one by one he parted our buttocks for close inspection
- with his tongue. He was pleased with us "The master will approve" he
said.

We were all feeling horny by then, when the butler presented us with our
aprons.  None of them would lay flat, our stiff cocks would not allow it.
The butler smiled.  He told us that we were to follow him upstairs where he
would lead us to the service area where we would collect trays of drinks
and food, to serve to the guests.  We did as requested and collected our
trays then followed him into the main salon.  Mr Balfour was there with
about 15 other gentlemen all smoking cigars and chatting.  As we circulated
with our trays the gentlemen caressed our naked behinds.  Some stroked our
cocks through our aprons, some put their hands under the aprons for a
better feel.  The drinks flowed and the fondling became more intensive.  Mr
Balfour asked me if I was enjoying myself, I responded "indeed, Sir" he
whispered "well now things will start to get even more enjoyable".  With
that he undid the knot of my apron string and my apron fell to the floor.
He sat on a stool and beckoned me forward.  He took my cock in his mouth
and started lapping and sucking me.  The signal having been given, I
noticed that clothes and aprons were being shed all around to room.

Mr Balfour was a master indeed, he was driving me to distraction with his
tongue-work.  He took my cock from his mouth and held it flat to my belly.
He started licking my balls - wow, after the shaving they had become so
sensitive.  He had me put my foot on another stool so that he get
underneath, licking and lapping all the way round to my bum.  His tongue
darted in and out, he was really drilling with it, I loved the feeling.
Looking over my shoulder I could see young Michael on all fours servicing a
gentleman, whilst having his beautiful hairless arse licked out by another.
To my surprise I saw George fucking an older gentleman, who was in turn
sucking on Peter's lovely thick cock.  The orgy was in full swing.

Me Balfour asked me if I had been fucked before, I said not.  "Then my boy,
I will be gentle" he replied.  He had me kneel on a leather chesterfield,
my back toward him.  He knelt on the floor and commenced licking my arse, a
sensation I had come to enjoy.  I was soon writhing and pushing back into
his face.  His tongue drilled deep, and soon it was joined by a finger (I
could not see which).

The internal massage continued for some time and soon I could feel that he
was using more than one finger.  As one stage his finger brused something
inside me which sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire body.  Realising
what he had done, he releated his action a few times, driving me to the
brink of ejaculation. He then stood and I could feel his manhood against my
anus.  With mounting pressure he pushed forward and I felt him slowly enter
me.  I became aware that I could feel his pubic hair against my backside
and realised that he was totally inside me.  I loved the feeling.  He
started moving back and forth, in and out he slid.  The more he did it the
more I enjoyed it.  A man joined me on the sofa and slid underneath me,
taking my dripping cock deep into his throat. Mr Balbour was thrusting
faster and faster, his cock was triggering the internal sensation which I
had first felt with his finger.  He grunted "here it comes boy" and I felt
a warmth filling my arse.  It was all too much and my cock erupted shooting
my cream down the throat of the man beneath.  Mr B stayed in me for some
time and I was grateful because I loved the feeling of his cock in my arse.
The man underneath continued to nurse and lap at my cock which was now
flaccid.  When Mr B slid out of me I felt very empty.  The feeling was not
to last because another man had stepped up behind me and with one thrust
drove his cock into me.  I was pleased that Mr B had prepared me gently as
I think this might have hurt otherwise.  His cock felt bigger and he was
quite rough.  He reached forward and found my nipples.  He started to
squeeze them and the sensation was quite wonderful.  To my surprise I
became stiff again, and my sucker recommenced his activities.  It was not
long before the man fucking me grunted and shot his load into me and
disappointingly pulled out quite quickly.

I stood and looked at the man who had been underneath me on the sofa.  He
was quite young really, maybe 20 or so.  He was stroking his hard cock.  I
knelt and took his meat into my mouth.  It was a lovely one, not too big
with a lovely loose foreskin, I could therefore repeat the technique I had
experienced and pushed my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his
penis and rolled my tongue around.  This obviously gave the man great
pleasure because suddenly he became very hard and shot three times into my
mouth.  I kept some of his cream in my mouth and moved up his nice body to
kiss him.  Our kissing was very passionate and after a while we broke away
and just lay in eachothers arms on the sofa gently caressing eachother.

He said "so are you enjoying my father's party".  I was stunned and
exclaimed "your father's?", "yes" he replied, "Mr Balfour is my father".
He went on to explain that his mother lived in their country house and that
he and his father lived in London.  He said that his father had started
fucking him when he was about ten, and had not stopped since.  He said that
his father's needs where physical not emotional, but he felt that he needed
more than just sex.  With that I kissed him on the mouth and said "maybe I
can help you there".  I told him my name and he said that his was Harry and
that he would like to see me again.  We kissed some more.

The activity in the room was subsiding and looking around the room I could
see all of the boys in various stages of exhaustion.  Little Michael was
being fucked by an older man, Christopher and Peter were sucking eachother
to an audience and George was sitting in a chair with a man kneeling
between his legs.

We lay there a little longer and I told Harry about my life and
circumstances he too shared some of his history.  I discovered that he was
nineteen and had a younger sister who lived in the country with their
mother.  We were approached by Harry's father who stood over us naked,
penis at half-mast.  I raised my hand and stroked his cock.  He said "I
think that its time we moved to the bathroom".  Mr B then passed around the
room informing everyone of the move.  We followed him out of the room and
went along a corridor.  I noticed the butler standing ahead, naked,
directing the guests into the bathroom.  It was a room the like of which I
had never seen, to one side was a large tiled area with spouts coming out
of the wall above head height.  Harry told me they were called showers and
that his father had had this room specially designed.  On the opposite wall
was a very large bath tub which seemed to have its own water supply.  The
floor gently sloped to the middle where a drain hole had been fitted.
There were also some sinks under on the far wall.  As everyone filed in
Harry said "lets get in the bath" we did and were joined by Christopher and
young Michael.  we could see George and Peter kneeling in the shower area.
No sooner than we were in the bath, a group formed around us.  Mr B was in
the middle and was the first to start pissing he aimed at Harry and Harry
opened wide to receive his fathers pee.  The jets begain from all around us
we werebeing drenched in hot golden liquid.  It was in our faces, over our
bodies, in our hair everywhere.  it was a great turn on and Harry Michael
and I were all hard.  A plug had been put in the bath and we were all
sitting in a puddle of piss.  As the men finished they started to wander
off.  Soon all the guests had left.

A bedraggled George and Peter came over to us and asked if they could get
in, we agreed and all five of us were in the bath.  There was not much
room.  George was the first to piss.  He stood in the middle of us and
sprayed his stream between us, we all got a taste.  From the end of the
bath young Michael stood and started to pee.  He had quite a powerful jet
and again we all got some.  Christopher said he wanted to lie down in the
bath, which had about an inch of piss in the bottom, Peter joined him.  As
they lay there they began pissing over themselves and eachother.  Harry and
I stood and also peed over them, their mouths were open and they were
catching as much as they could.  George was masturbating at the sight and
quickly came, his cream joining our piss.  Harry and I followed and soon
the boys were splattered with white stuff.  After a bit of rolling around
in the bath we migrated to the shower and to my surprise the water was hot,
I marvelled ath this invention, whilst enjoying the sensations of our group
washing

A new chapter in my life had begun....