Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 07:48:37 -0400
From: Sasha Steele <sashadankatutu@gmail.com>
Subject: Victorian Secrets (part five)

   Victorian Secrets (part five)
   Dorian and the Oarsman
   by Sasha Steele

   It was the Season, late spring to early summer when all the Aristocracy
packed up and left their winter estates for London manor houses. The Season
held all sorts of interesting venues for the Aristocrats and their upper
class peerage of various clingers on. There were the balls hosted by the
most influential of families. Garden parties. Promenades in the park.
Coming out parties where all the young women who had reached the age of
majority where put on display in the hope of attracting a proper suitor.
Victoria's coming out was still a few years off. And of course there were
the sporting events. No Season would be complete without the cricket
matches and derby day.

   Then there was the annual boat race between rival schools, Eaton and
Harvard. The scullers would race team boats and singles up and down the
coarse set on the Avon in front of a select upper class audience backed by
the less fortunate members of society. The Duke of Weshire was particularly
interested in this event as he was a generous sponsor of it and a former
sculler himself. So on the day prior to the actual race the Duke, with a
few other interested members of the Aristocracy made opportunity to go down
and watch the boys being put through their paces.

   The Duke had taken up residence for the Season in a sprawling estate on
the outskirts of London along with his wife the Duchess and their only son
Dorian. They had hoisted a ball, attended many more, been to the opera and
the coming out parties. They'd been attending a garden party at a nearby
estate when the Duke suggested they walk to the sculling course. The garden
party, though replete with a throng of rather pretty young Ladies was, to
Dorian anyway, not as enticing as watching a lot of athletic young men in
action and so he joined his father on the excursion.

   The Duke fretted dearly that his only son seemed immune to the the
charms of the many beautiful young women who strutted themselves before him
in an effort to gain Dorian's favor though he knew full well the young
Lord's thirst for cock. Dorian, after all, came by it naturally as his
father too had been so driven in youth. And so understood Dorian's
seemingly sudden interest in sports.

   Very much unlike the visiting Aristocrats for whom proper etiquette and
dedication to a peculiar fashion all their own, which prescribes stiff
garments, particularly with their androgynous undergarments, the scullers
were dressed in loose fitting athletic apparel with school lettering on the
jerseys. Dorian's vestments in particular were, as the French called it,
unautre re'unir.

   Dorian had worn a black velvet dress suite to the garden party. The
tight fitting frock coat buttoned in front with its short skirt somewhat
longer in back than front draped over his rounded backside. The matching
pantalon breeches too were tight fitted and terminated with a flare just
below the knee. Dorian wore a white silk blouse beneath the coat with a
flounced cravat and protruding lace cuffs. He had on white silk stockings
and highly polished black dress boots with laced fronts and high heels. His
long black hair was tied in a ponytail with a black velvet band in a large
bow. He wore black stone on silver earrings, light makeup, red lip and
fingernail paint.

   The visiting Aristocrats were served fancy finger foods and fine wine as
they watch the scullers do their training runs on the Avon. One oarsman in
particular caught Dorian's eye. He was a handsome robust fellow with a fine
physique who, though of low bearing, was indeed the club champion, his name
Armand. Dorian watched Armand, taking keen interest the power of the
oarsman. And, as well as could manage at the distance, admired the roll of
his muscles beneath the lose fitted jersey, the sweat on his brow and the
comeliness of his face with his brown hair drawn back with its wetness.

   Armand was keenly aware of his distinguished audience, tolerated as he
of low social standing was by them in due of his physical prowess. Keenly
aware too was he that his future if he were to retain his scholarship
depended upon their acceptance of him. Armand neither envied nor despised
the Aristocracy but simply accepted his place. He would do as he was bid,
perform for their pleasure and be the better man for it.

   A break came between heats as the oarsmen regrouped amidst instructions
from the rowing couch. The visiting Lords and gentle Sirs mingled amongst
them. Dorian took opportunity to complement Armand on his physique and his
prowess as an oarsman. Armand was well aware of the upper class's appetite
for homosexuality. He read it in Dorian's words, saw it in his eyes - this
young Lord fancied him. Armand was glad for it when the coach charged him
to fetch a coupling for one of the oars and politely excused himself to the
repair shop in back of the clubhouse.

    Armand thought himself free and clear when the rowing coach shouted
after him. "Show His Lordship to the toilets."

   In back of the clubhouse was a storage area, repair shop, a physical
training gymnasium and in far back the toilets. Dorian walked through with
Armand. Armand showed him the toilets but Dorian balked. He turned to
Armand and Armand saw that His Lordship was clutching the bulging penis
pouch in his breeches so as to stave off the need to relieve himself.

   "I'm afraid these won't do," Dorian said, "I'll require another
arrangement."

   "My Lord?"

   "Perhaps a bucket will suffice."

   Armand went to find a bucket. Brought back a small pot and stood there
confused as to what the young Lord expected of him.

   His Lordship's clothing, though elegant and stylish, were wholly
impractical for such things as relieving one self, particularly in the
absence of ones valets. Dorian spread his legs, assumed a shallow squat
position with his hands resting on his thighs and Armand realized that His
Lordship meant to urinated through his elaborate clothing.

   "Hold it to me," Dorian instructed.

   Though slightly taken aback by this turn of events Armand held the pot
to Dorians' splayed thighs so that the young Lord may relieve himself into
it. Dorian relaxed the hold on his bladder, the penis pouch of his
breeches saturated, a few drops trickled through, then a weak stream formed
and dribbled into the pot. Dorian bore down making it a solid flow that
splashed noisily into the pot. Dorian sighed with relief as he urinated.

   Armand watched intently His Lordship relieve himself through his
clothing and to his own disbelief felt his cock stiffen. Dorian saw the
troubled look on the oarsman's face and the tent that had formed in his
trousers as he nervously assisted whilst His Lordship emptied his bladder.
He bore down to expel the final spurts. Armand took the pot away. Dorian
was not as yet finished with him. He removed an embroidered silk
handkerchief from his purse and handed it to Armand. Armand hesitated then
applied it to His Lordship's soaking penis pouch and thought he detected a
swelling within.

   Dorian straightened and stepped close to the oarsman who instinctively
took a step back pinning himself against a work table. Dorian was breathing
heavily and his cock was hard as he pressed himself into Armand. Dorian
hooked his left hand around Armand's neck, drew him close and kissed him
whilst at the same time took hold the stunned oarsman's hard cock with his
right. Just then a shout was heard admonishing Armand to hasten bringing
the oar coupling for the boat.

   "I-I must take leave my Lord," Armand said.

   "Yes you must," replied Dorian who then removed the handkerchief from
the oarsman's hand and dabbed his lips with it. "We can't have you leave
with my lip paint on your mouth now can we," Dorian said.

   Dorian gave the handkerchief back to Armand, turned and left without a
further word. Armand shoved the silk handkerchief in his pocket, quickly
fetched the oar coupling and returned to his fellow oarsmen on the dock.

   The races began early on the morrow. It would be an all day affair
followed by a celebration in the rowing club's banquet hall across the way
from the clubhouse on the docks. As you would have it the home team won and
Armand was champion of the day. The team was lauded at the reception
dinner. Awards were handed out, speeches given by dignitaries. Dinner was
followed by a fancy dress ball at which the upper classes were well
represented. Dorian attended in the company of a beautiful young Lady in an
exquisite ballroom gown.

   Armand took note of the young Lady's beauty and wondered as to Dorian's
motive the day before. Was it to simply make sport of him? He could never
fathom the motivations of the upper classes. Their tendency toward
homosexuality, while in their circles there was no shortage of beautiful
women. The elite class's androgynous style of dress. What the French call
dams-homme. He took note of the way Dorian had dressed for the fancy dress
ball.

   Dorian's ornately detailed tailcoat was aglow with fine silver
threading, embroidery, sequence, beads and gems. It was of an open style
with a brushed silver waistcoat beneath. the collar was upraised in back.
The lapels and cuffs brushed silver. The coat fit tight. Its rounded tail
tapered away from Dorian's waist, over his backside and terminated on the
back of his upper thighs. There was a cross ribbon detailing on the lower
back, two diagonal crosses of wide silver ribbon above a large bow, the bow
ends trailing down to the coat tail's hem.

   The brush silver waistcoat fight tightly Dorian's corseted middle. Of a
very low cut two button style the waistcoat covered his stomach leaving the
chest open. The double pointed bottom edging sat against his pubis just
above the salient bulge of the penis pouch, which jutted out prominently
from the crotch of Dorian's glistening white breeches. Dorian's white silk
blouse was almost wholly hidden beneath tailcoat and waistcoat and the
elaborately embroidered fluffed cravat around his neck. The sleeves cuffs
of the blouse, also elaborately embroidered, protruded from the coat sleeve
covering the upper portion of Dorian's hands.

   Dorian's white breeches were of a pantalon-capri styling that terminated
in a flare just below the knees and were very tight fitting. There was a
smaller version of the brushed silver cross ribbon and bow similar to that
on back of the tailcoat's bodice. Below the flare of the breeches Dorian's
legs were covered in white silk stockings. On his feet were stylish dress
boots decorated much as was the tailcoat, tied with silver ribbon lacets
tied in bows. The boot's high heels were squarish and truncated. Dorian's
long black hair was drawn back tightly into a roundish French ampoule bun.
He wore a light dusting of facial powder, black mascara and silver lip
paint. His manicured fingernails were similarly painted in silver. A small
black stone pennant around his neck matched Dorian's earrings and main
finger rings.

   Armand thought the young Lord was truly beautiful and felt a familiar
twinge in his loins along with a stiffening in his cock, which troubled him
deeply. Feeling ill at ease Armand left the celebration and crossed to the
rowing club gymnasium where he felt more at home. He would work off his
discomfort with heavy exercise as he was wont to do on many occasions.
Armand locked the door behind him.

   The gymnasium was well equipped. Stripped down to his pantaletttes
Armand's heavily muscled body glistened with sweat as he did press ups and
chin ups, used the Indian clubs, springs, weights and a peculiar rowing
device to exercise his muscles. He had just ceased a hard turn on the
rowing device when a pounding upon the door sounded. Armand desired no
fellow oarsmen disturbing him, especially those in a drunken state and so
was annoyed when he opened the door.

   "May I come in?" Dorian asked.

   "MY Lord," said Armand as  he stepped aside to allow the young Lord to
gain entry.

   Armand locked the door behind him, turned, almost bumping into Dorian
who had stopped and turned back to the oarsman. Armand noticed the growing
bulge in His Lordship's penis pouch. He began to speak, struggling for the
words but before he found them Dorian grasped hold of him and kissed the
oarsman on his lips. His Lordship then put a hand to the telltale bulge
growing ever so harder in the cock pouch of Armand's pantalettes.

   Without a word Dorian hooked his thumbs into the lace waistband of
Armand's pantalettes and drew them over his backside and downward onto his
thighs whilst  His Lordship sank onto his knees before him. Armand's stiff
cock popped out into Dorian's face. He pulled the oarsman's pantalettes to
his ankles so that he may step out of them.

   Armand's cock was hard as stone and stood upward on a shallow angle. It
measured a full eight inches in length and near that in circumference
particularly nearest the root, commiserate with the large full scrotum that
swelled beneath it. The cock's head by comparison was smaller than was its
thick shaft may have warranted, but none the less of good size and
succulent beauty. Dorian took it all the way into his mouth. Tasted the
salty sweat upon it, felt the press of Armand,s scrotum to his powdered
chin and smelt the musk of his pubic hair as it brushed his nose.

   Dorian's oral administrations caused Armand an arousal unparalleled to
this point in his life. It were as though his trembling loins were ablaze
and his heart about to burst. If Dorian were to continue in this vain much
longer Armand feared he would surely ejaculate in the the young Lord's
mouth. Then Dorian stopped. He took hold of the oarsman's hand to aid in
drawing him to his feet. Stood, and once again kissed the oarsman upon his
lips.

   "I want your cock inside me," Dorian whispered in a lustful manner as he
slipped out of his tailcoat.

   Dorian placed the tailcoat on a bench along side the pile of clothing
Armand had discarded. He undid the buttons of his waistcoat, removed it to
the bench as well, as to he did the cravat tied around his neck. He then
turned his back to Armand.

   "Aid me with this," he said.

   Armand undid the long row of buttons up the back of Dorian's silk
blouse. Dorian slipped out of it as Armand undid the silver ribbon bow that
held his breeches in place. Thus loosened Dorian pulled them down and off,
then added the breeches to the growing pile of clothing on the exercise
bench. The young Lord stood with his back still to the oarsman. Armand
admired the contours of Dorian's rounded backside set in the confines of
his tight fitted silk pantalettes. Dorian's backside was disproportionate
in that it was slightly over sized compared to his somewhat demure body, as
too were Dorian's upper thighs. Armand had never thought that he would
regard a man's backside as he may a woman's. Yet here he stood, naked, his
cock hard as stone and he ached with carnal desire for this young Lord clad
as he now was in these near feminine undergarments.

   "Loosen my corset," Dorian said.

   That Dorian wore a corset was a concession to the androgynous fashion of
the upper classes. It held in the middle thus insuring ideal poster and
proper fit of the tight outer garments worn. Armand undid the bow to the
silk ribbon that pulled tight Dorian's dame-homme corset. Thus loosed
Dorian undid the many pearl clasps in front and removed the stiff corset
adding it to the pile of clothing. Dorian turned to face Armand. His cock
stretched the penis pouch of his silk pantalettes to their limit. Again he
kissed Armand.

   Once more Armand took notice of the young Lord's beauty, clad now as he
was in just white camisole, pantalettes, stockings and foot ware. Truly,
thought the oarsman, this young Lord is fairer than a maiden.

   Dorian's camisole fit tight his soft torso. It sat high on his waist, a
slight bit shorter in front than in back. There was lacing at center chest
where the low neckline formed a V. There was lacing at the sides where it
began to taper down and around his middle and also lace trimming that
followed the back edge that sat above the curvature of Dorian's rounded
backside. In front the camisole sat above the wide, elegantly laced
waistband of Dorian's silk pantalettes. The tight fitted pantalettes
terminated in lace edging on Dorian's upper thighs. There was a of gap
perhaps three inches between them and his silk stockings held in place by
silk ribbon garters with small bows to the outsides.

   Dorian slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his pantalettes and
drew them over his backside. He moved his thumbs to the front and pulled
the pantalettes over his hard cock causing it to spring back. He wriggled
them down to his ankles, stepped out and discarded them on the pile before
readjusting his stockings. Armand witnessed the act with aroused desire.
Dorian was a beautiful young Lord, there was no doubt of that. Dorian's
pubis and scrotum were smooth and hairless. Indeed his entire body was
devoid of hair rendering to the young Lord a somewhat feminine appearance.
Yet he was still a man and so Armand was perplexed his carnal desire for
the young Lord had become unbridled.

   Dorian drew Armand to him. Even in high heeled dress boots Armand was
slightly taller than he. Too, Armand was rugged of muscularity compared to
Dorian's demure femininity. With Armand completely naked and Dorian clad in
silk camisole and stockings they, though both male, clashed in appearance
as would a man and a woman in affectionate embrace. Armand's hard cock
press against Dorian's soft middle. Dorian's hard cock crossed the
underside of Armand's. Dorian swiveled his hips and undulated himself to
cause an interplay between them. Armand trembled with the pleasure of it.

   Dorian broke the embrace. Took Armand by the hand and backed a pace to
the bench where piled all their clothing. Dorian sat himself back upon the
pile of clothing, legs bent and boots pressed on the edge of the bench. And
with his hard cock in hand, stroking it gently Dorian said, "do as you will
with me oarsman."

   Armand pressed Dorian's legs forth opening his sex as he sank downward
till his face was upon it. His moist tongue set upon Dorian's shaft and
traced over his scrotum. Then under it and he felt the rounded testicles
beneath their thin silken skin sheath. He tasted the sweat behind them and
drank in the earthen odor of Dorian's open sphincter ring. Armand's tongue
lapped Dorian's open anus and he tasted its sharp tartness. Then Armand's
tongue entered the orifice. Dorian's arousal escalated with Armand's
ministrations causing the motions of his hand upon his own hard cock to
quicken.

   "I want your cock inside me," Dorian commanded, though his breathless
whispering voice sounded bleating.

   Armand stood and mounted the bench with his knees to the outsides of
Dorian's thighs. Dorian's legs were still bent with his feet in the air.
Armand leaned over the beautiful young Lord with his hands on the bench at
Dorian's sides.  The head of his throbbing erection touched against
Dorian's open anus. A string of pre seminal fluid excreted by Armand's
secondary sex glands leaked from the slit in the head of his erect penis.
Armand pushed his cock into Dorian's opening causing the young Lord to moan.

   Dorian felt Armand's cock press through his anal canal putting presser
on the hardened bulb of his penis root attached to the genital diaphragm
above it. He felt his own pre seminal gland leaking fluid as Armand's thick
shaft slid past it. Armand's cock cleared Dorian's anal canal and entered
into the moist cylindrical shaped cavern of his warm rectum. Dorian felt
pressure against his blander causing a vague urge to urinate. Then the head
of Armand's cock nudged against the inner most reaches of Dorian's rectum
where it tapered in and pressed against his bowels.

   His cock fully inside of the young Lord Armand looked down into Dorian
innocent youthful face. A face pretty enough of its own splendor yet
enhanced with paint and powder, as was the extravagant style of modern
Aristocrats. He looked into Dorian's beautiful brown eyes and saw lust
there equal to his own and so began to undulate his hips in an act of
having intercourse with another male. It was the first time Armand had done
such a thing. But he suspected it was not Dorian's first time. Armand took
hold of Dorian's stocking clad ankles above his boots to spread him
further. Dorian moaned with every thrust within him.

    Dorian watched Armand's face as the oarsman fucked him. The grimace of
wanton desire upon it excited him. The power of Armand's massive muscular
with the tight grip upon his ankles made him tremble with excitement as
Armand's huge cock was thrust deep inside him. Armand drove his cock more
feverishly into His Lordships warm rectum. Decorum was lost to carnal lust.
Social stations forgotten as Armand mercilessly fucked the delicate young
Lord. Armand's cries became animal-like with his unleashed passion. His
motions wild and furious as he neared the peak of his arousal. Then, upon
the tipping point between lust and release, Armand's motions ceased.

   Armand pressed his cock fully into Dorian's rectum. The heated cock head
twitched against the narrow confines at the top end of Dorian's rectum. A
sudden surge raced through the duct from his testes through the
vesicorectal pouch and exploded out of the prostrate gland into the
ejaculation duct of Armand's cock. Dorian felt hot spurts of seminal fluid
erupt inside his rectum. He moaned with pleasure as each ejaculation of
Armand's semen fulfilled him. Armand held Dorian until he emptied himself
then released his grip and stepped down from the bench.

   Dorian rested his feet on the bench and with legs spread continued to
masturbate with fervent effort. With his free hand Dorian took hold of
Armand by the arm, drew him to him and they kissed. Armand felt the
quickened motions of Dorian's hand against his belly. Saw the distressed
look upon the young Lord's pretty face. With a hand against Armand's
shoulder Dorian pushed Armand away, directing him to his cock. Then took
hold of him by his brown hair. Dorian pressed his cock to the side of
Armand's face as he masturbated.

  "Open your mouth," the young Lord cried out.

   Dorian closed his eyes, tilted his head backward and opened his mouth.
His hand was working feverishly now as he brought himself to climax. Armand
leaned over and opened his mouth so that Dorian could insert his cock
inside. Dorian did so, then took hold of Armand's head with both hands
pulling Armand to him as he raised his hips from the bench. Armand closed
his lips around His Lordships cock. Dorian cried out in ecstasy as he
ejaculated into Armand's mouth. The taste of Dorian's ejaculate, a cloudy
mixture seminal fluids and sperm, was sweet with a slight saltiness. Armand
swallowed it all.

   Dorian was breathing heavily when Armand helped to his feet. They kissed
passionately then Dorian spoke. "Help me dress," he said. Armand helped His
Lordship dress in reverse order of which he had undressed.

   "If I may ask My Lord," Armand said as he helped Dorian into his
tailcoat.

   "You may," Dorian said.

   "Yesterday you urinated through your clothing. Was it a necessity of the
intricacy of your raiment's or was it  simply to illicit a response from
me?"

   Dorian turned to face him. "Aw, but I did illicit a response. Did I
not?" Dorian said. "I must say though that time to time with such intricate
garments the urgency may dictate that one must of necessity urinate through
them. Which, I might add, does derive a certain amount of pleasure in doing
so. And now, having broached the subject, it may be prudent that I relieve
myself before returning to the ball. Is your pot still at hand?"

   Armand fetched the pot and kneeling down before him held it to Dorian's
thighs as Dorian had squatted slightly while spreading his legs. Dorian
placed his hands on Armand's powerful shoulders and bore down to release
his bladder. Armand watched as Dorian's urine trickle through the brilliant
white material of his breeches penis pouch. The trickle built into a solid
stream and Dorian urinated heavily into the pot. Finished he took a silk
handkerchief from his purse and handed it to Armand who used it to wipe the
excess wetness from his penis pouch.

   Dorian kissed Armand, bid him fair well and left.

   End of part five.