Date: Sun, 3 May 2015 08:27:16 -0400
From: sasha steele <sashainatutu@gmail.com>
Subject: Victorian Secrets (part four)

   Victorian Secrets (part four)
   Frock Night on the Moors

   by Sasha Steele

   With time on his hands before the wedding Dorian decided to accept
Belmont's invitation to go shooting on the Moors. He had not seen Belmont
since they had docked more than a month prior and he missed his ship-bound
lover's company, though they had corresponded.

   Belmont's coach awaited Dorian at the train station. It would carry he
and his luggage out onto Dartmoor where Belmont's hunting lodge was
located. It was already late afternoon. The travel had been long and
exhausting. Still, as Dorian sat for the bumpy coach ride he felt aroused
in anticipation of seeing Belmont once again.

   For travel attire Dorian wore a crushed blue velvet frock coat with
matching britches. The coat's short skirt had pleated folds in back below a
half waist band with two large buttons on it. The tight coat did up in
front with a close spaced row of blue buttons.  The lapels were mid- width,
collar slightly stood, shoulders capped. The arms terminated short on the
wrist from under which issued the tiered cuffing of Dorian's silk blouse.

   The white silk blouse was hooked in back. It featured a short up-stood
collar around which was tied a full cravat tiered to match the blouse's
cuffs. The softly pleated cravat filled the area between the frock coat's
lapels.

   Tied, as they were with a blue ribbon draw string in back, Dorian's
britches were set tight upon him, especially upon his rounded backside. The
leg length terminated just below the knee with a slight flaring and blue
ribbon bows on the outsides.

   Dorian's lower legs were covered in bright white hosiery that ran from
toe to mid thigh stayed with lace garters beneath his britches. On his feet
were front laced black ankle boots with squared four inch high heels.

   His long black hair was drawn back in a ponytail tied with a blue velvet
ribbon. His pretty face was lightly made up, lips and nails painted a
silver-blue. He wore black pearl earrings and an assortment of finger
rings.

   Dorian was received by his hoist whilst the footmen carried a rather
large travel chest to his room. Belmont took Dorian in a tight embrace and
kissed him dearly. He too had missed his young lover. As they caressed
Belmont felt the hardness in the penis pouch of Dorian's britches against
that in his own.

   "It has been too long my dear friend," said Belmont.

   "It has," agreed Dorian and once again they kissed.

   Belmont wore his blond hair tied back. Two arrant strands, one each side
of his face, hung down to his shoulders. His fair face was youngish given
Belmont's twenty and six years. Of military background Belmont had a sturdy
frame. He wore a heavy full skirted dressing gown of quilted silk.

   Shown to his rooms Dorian's valets removed their Master's frock coat and
britches, leaving him in a silk camisole, pantalettes, waist cincher,
stockings and boots.  After Dorian relieved himself valets drew a heavy
silk quilted lounging caftan, similar to the robe that Belmont wore, over
his lingerie and tied its sash about his waist.

   Early on the morrow they would embark on the shoot. For tonight, as it
had already become of early evening, would be an informal dinner and
greeting of the other guests most of whom Dorian knew well enough. They ate
the hearty repast served up by Belmont's cook staff, drank port by the
roaring fire and chatted til the small hours.

   The following day saw the six of them early to a long and quite
successful day of shooting.  A lot of game would be brought to the
feast. Dorian's mind was on the festivities set for the that evening. It
would entail of formal dinner and they would dance to a five piece
orchestra, as three of the guests, of which Dorian was one, would be fully
attired in female habiliments.  The hunt over Dorian retired to his rooms
to prepare for the festivities.

   There was a girlish beauty to Dorian, though he be a man. His
musculature was of one who had ever no need for toil. Sturdy enough and yet
not extensive in either muscular size nor strength. His bodily appearance,
due to the pampered life style of Dorian's high born station, was, though
neither thin nor fat, of a soft delicate quality. His skin, both of face
and body, was devoid of hair and blemish, quite perfect actually.

   Dorian enjoyed his boyish femininity. Delighted in the wearing of
androgynous habiliments, especially of the effeminate undergarments, as was
custom for high standing gentlemen of the upper class. From time to time
Dorian too enjoyed dressing fully in female attire, as would he be for this
evening.

   For the frock party Dorian wore a lovely light pink over white Juliet
evening dress. Its bodice was short waisted with pointed corsage. The full
skirt gathered at the waist. The pink skirt's open front tapered backward
and had flounce edging. A white tablese with tiered ruffles filled the
skirt opening and hid Dorian's erection. The sleeves were wide and full. A
white lace caping covered the shoulders.

   Dorian had donned an elaborate wigged coiffure of a white-satin color
done up in three rouleax terminating in ringlets that fell to the
shoulder. His face was heavily made up. His lips and finger nails were
painted in pink. He wore an elegant diamond enclustered necklace, ear and
finger rings set.

   Beneath his dress Dorian wore a long full white crinoline. His
traditional corset was ribbed and boned for stability. The corset had
delicate pink lace at top and pink flouncing along the bottom edge. Pear
clasps did up the front and pink ribbon draw straps pulled tight and tied
in a bow in back. Trapped beneath Dorian's corset were his silk tight
fitted camisole and pantalettes.

   The camisole had thin shoulder straps with a shallow V neck line. The
neck line was trimmed in white lace with a pink bow in center and there was
lace along the bottom edging. His pantalettes had a wide lace waist band
and lace bottom edging. The leg length terminated at mid thigh, just inches
above Dorian's white socking fastened in place with pink garters that had a
pretty bow on the outside of each leg. On his feet were ivory boots with
white leather bottoms and lace encrusted uppers. They had four in high
square shaped heels and tied in a bow above the ankle with pink ribbon
laces.

   Of the 'Ladies' there were three; Dorian in his pink evening dress,
Julian a young Welsh beauty in his green evening dress and Odalious a fat
young Lord from the south with long red hair, a pretty face who wore a blue
evening dress.

   The diner table was set with priceless china, crystal and the finest
silver on an beautiful linen and lace table cloth. Two elaborate candelabra
were sat upon it and the table over hung by a magnificent crystal
chandelier. They feasted upon pheasant and quail from the days shoot, fresh
fish ordered in that afternoon by the chef, veg, French pastries and many
other fine delicacies served with champagne.

   After dinner the couples would dance a full repertoire to the five piece
orchestra. They would do the old ballroom dances - the Quadrille with its
intricate steps. They would waltz, do the Mazurka, the Schottsade and the
new style Bohemian polka tempered with playful exuberance and the inherent
sensuousness of close coupling with one's partner made all the more
sensuous when that partner had an erection beneath his skirts. And so they
ate and drank and danced til night's end whence they filed out arm in arm,
each couple off to what lay ahead.

   Wanting the pleasure of undressing Dorian himself Belmont dismissed his
valets for the night.  He took Dorian in his arms and kissed him
passionately on his painted lips.  Then Belmont turned Dorian about to
loose the draw strings of his dress. Thus loosened the dress slipped from
Dorian's shoulders and he stepped out of both it and the crinoline beneath
it.

   Dorian turned back to Belmont. His heart raced with anticipation as
Belmont put a hand to the tenting in Dorian's silk pantalettes. The cock
pouch there was damp, as Dorian had found it necessary to relieve himself
through his pantalettes during the evening. A the top of the tenting his
pantalettes were wet with Dorian's arousal.

   Setting himself upon his knees Belmont took Dorian's hard cock, whilst
it remained in its pouch, into his mouth. He encountered the salty taste
from Dorian's urine and his tongue lapped up the leakage at its tip. Then
Belmont began to suck Dorian's cock. And as he continued his ministrations
Dorian's arousal had grown to the point where he was in danger of
ejaculated in his pantalettes.

   Dorian tilted his bewigged head back and took air through his clenched
teeth making a hissing sound. He did not want Belmont to stop. And so
Dorian spread his stance as he took grasp of Belmont's head. Thence Belmont
held secure, Dorian began to undulate his hips. The smooth silk material,
which clung to Dorian's shaft, slipped easily back and forth in Belmont's
watering mouth.

   Belmont took hold of Dorian's round behind. The silken material of his
pantalettes felt smooth against his palms. Dorian's large rump was the only
part of his anatomy, though slight, that was disproportionate to the rest
of his otherwise perfectly proportioned body.  He could feel Dorian's
buttocks muscles beneath his soft flesh contract and release as he
undulated his hips.

   In a short span of time Dorian's motions became desperate. The tip of
his hard cock beat frantically against the back of Belmont's throat. Dorian
cried out again and again a whimpered moan as desperation and ecstasy
mingled. Abruptly, having reached a crescendo, Dorian's motions ceased. He
drew Belmont tightly to him. Held him there whilst his hot semen burst
through the fabric of his pantalettes and into Belmont's mouth, all of
which Belmont greedily swallowed.

   With Dorian's semen still fresh in his mouth Belmont regained his feet,
took Dorian in his arms and kissed him deeply. He lifted the white-blond
wig from Dorian's head. Dorian's black hair was drawn into a bun atop his
head. Belmont turned his lover around, loosed the pink ribbon ties on his
corset undid the hooks and removed it from Dorian's middle.

   Dorian turned back around and raised his arms to allow Belmont to remove
his camisole.  Belmont placed his hands against Dorian's naked chest, its
smooth softness contrasted with the hardness of his nipples. Belmont knelt
to pull down Dorian's pantalettes, which Dorian then stepped out of.

   With what remained of his habiliments still on, white stalkings with
their light pink garters, fancy high heel boots and jewelry, Dorian then
aided Belmont in the removal of his garments.  Belmont wore a black satin
frock coat and britches. A white flounced cravat over silk blouse with
ruffled cuffs below the coat sleeves at his wrists. He wore white stockings
and polished black boots, laced up front and with four inch heels.

   Belmont's camisole had a rounded neck line and wider shoulder straps
than Dorian's and less lace detailing. His pantalettes had a less measure
of lace upon them as well compared to Dorian's though the cock in their
penis pouch was no less hard. Dorian aided Belmont with removal of these
vestments rendering his lover totally naked.

   They kissed. Dorian, still in his boots stood a bit taller than the
naked Belmont who had not but the black bow staying his blond hair in a
pony tail and black pearl earrings. They pressed themselves, naked cock to
naked cock together as they kissed. Then broke whereupon Dorian lay on his
back on Belmont's bed.

   Dorian's spread legs were bent back and held there by Belmont as he
pushed his hard cock through Dorian's anus and into his rectum. Belmont
took hold of Dorian's erection, gently stroking it as he fucked
him. Dorian's lovely brown eyes wear closed and he moaned softly as Belmont
made love to him.

  Presently Belmont's undulating motions quickened. Quickened too had his
hand stroking Dorian's hard cock. Dorian's semen burst fourth upon his
stomach at near enough the same time that Belmont ejaculated into his
rectum.

   They lay together that night. On the morrow they would once more part
company, perhaps to see one another one again, who knew whence.

   End of part four.