I was dumbfounded. All sorts of possibilities passed through my brain. I noted that Billy's hair did resemble Miss Crumps curly blond hair, but hers was laced with silver. As a child, I thought her hair was metallic.
My stupefaction was eased when he took a deep breath and began the most amazing explanation I could have imagined.
"Miss Crump, as you call her was a companion to my father, George Wheaten. Thereby I come with the right to either name. Now as to my own career. You encountered me on the street, or at least in the square. Did you wonder why you had never seen me before? After all, young street boys in search of sex and money are not a large group. The reason is that I have never worked the streets. My johns are wealthy, lonely aristocrats, many in high government positions. They are very generous. I have visit all the great capitols of the world with them and consider myself quite worldly, as you are. But, I am solvent. I not only do not owe anyone, but I have quite a bank account, several in fact."
My mouth was open. The boy I supposed to be a bum boy was, in fact, my equal as a gentleman, if not in birth.
He continued, "Mama, not quite old and living in a home for the infirm asked me to help her beloved charge, you. You had heard of your great indebtedness and asked me to help. You are a lucky man and you don't deserve my help, but anything my dear mother wishes, I will comply."
I hung my head in disgrace. To thing that my servant was offering to help me was shaming.
"I set out to visit your creditors and determined what their dunning sheets showed." He crossed the room and took a sheet of paper out of his upper navy blouse pocket and handed it to me. Ah yes, there were the dastardly figures. They appeared more ominous in black and white.
"This seems to be correct," I said, trying to muster some semblance of dignity. "What do you propose that I do?"
He took a coverlet from the bed and draped it around his nakedness and smiled. "I feel better covering myself when doing business. First off, I will pay the entire sum of your debts. That payment will hardly dent my inconsiderable funds in various bank accounts."
Tears leapt to my foolish eyes and I held out my hands to embrace the chap. He held up a hand to deter me. "But first you must sign a contact with me."
I thought of Faust. Was he the devil? But I would have signed anything to relieve myself of these constant harassing calls at the house and accosting on the streets.
"Anything, I will sign anything."
"You will turn all your financial affairs over to me. You obtain a monthly allowance from your family. I will dispense it to you as I deem necessary. You will terminate Neely, your valet and all the cleaning ladies. I will be your banker, your valet and your teacher. As far as cleaning, we will live in one or two rooms and the rest will be decommissioned, furniture covered with sheets."
I caught the word "teacher", and asked about that.
"Oh yes, I will teach you whoring. It is your most likely source of income. You will attract many older men. You will be unique, a gentleman bum boy. It enabled me to build my nest egg and it will do well for you."
"I don't like older men. I like pretty youths like myself, like you Billy." Then I blushed for I was unused to complimenting others.
"I triumphed over my preferences. You can too. Now Percy, I have rested enough. I feel a great desire sweeping over me. Get on your knees and suckle my prong."
That last sentence was delivered in a commanding voice. I sunk to my knees, lifted the coverlet he had used and exposed his rampant cock. It was leaking honey and I licked it away. The taste of that dew inflamed my mind and my heart. I was happy with the single-minded effort of bringing pleasure to this lovely boy.
I took about a third of his ivory white cylinder in to my mouth. As it passed my lips I lost all sense of time and self. I moaned and sucked avidly. He pushed me away. "Percy, Percy, do ease up a bit. You've gone quite mad over my organ. I shall spill seed too soon with your actions. Slow and gentle wins the day."
I looked at him pleadingly. He had taken away my beloved toy. He saw the look on my face and laughed long and hard, but at the end of that, he pulled me to his cock. I took it again and tried with all my might to be slow but soon I forgot and sucked mightily, fast and wetly. I felt his hand in my hair, twisting it hard as his orgasm swept over him. His body stiffened, he cried out and began delivering sweet cum to me. I slurped it all up and when he finished, I sat up, flecks on my smiling lips. I said, "Thank you lover."
"You did well. I believe that you suck cock as well as the best. That's money in the bank. We already know that you love your bum pierced and the will do you in good stead as well. We shall start tomorrow."
"You mean I should walk the streets and solicit?"
"Oh my no. There's little money in that. No, you will enter society. You have thus far eschewed those salons, gentlemen's clubs and the like. There is where you prey dwells." Dear Pucky, I ended this letter at that time and put it away unposted. But now I will tell you of my new life. Perhaps you read of my companion The Duke of Albion, or Prince Vasily. There where many more. I am now a millionaire. My father came upon some financial difficulty and I was pleased to be able to give, not advance, him three hundred pounds.
Billy and I are partners in love and money. We have placed sums with Lloyds and reaped handsome returns. The servants have returned to the house in Mayfair and we have spent a small fortune on refurbishing the house. This beautiful house is the scene of many musical and intellectual evenings.
There is another difference in my present life. I am constantly appertained by my tailor to please see new fabrics and styles. I already have such a large wardrobe that we had to devote the former sewing room into a closet. The barber too has dropped by offering to cut my hair in my house. He said he never does that, only for a distinguished customer such as me.
Pucky, do come back to London. Your small stature and adorable face is a potential money- maker. I will introduce you to a Swedish prince who has been trying to get into my trousers.
Goodbye for now.
Your obedient Servant,
Percey Wellington
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