His arse was a thing of perfection. Two long muscular halves gleamed in the light from the leaded windows. His leanness caused the halves to reveal the valley between.
My head whirled with the view before me and I was frozen in my spot though my sex had risen to its full height and was leaping in desire.
"Action boy!" he called over his shoulder. Then he leaned over the French desk, his perky bottom ready to receive.
I wasted no more time and my prick led me straight to him. As though I had been born to the task, my arms surrounded his warm back and my prick lodged at his arse opening.
I heard him sigh. Was that expectant pleasure? Was his offering of his body not unpleasant to him? Was he truly a boy whose arse dominated his sexuality? The answer came as he reached back and his hand on my own ass pulled me toward him so that my prong actually slipped just inside his hole.
He cried out in excitement. "Oh Blake, I am in heaven. Your beautiful and monumental cock holds the key to my pleasure. Push in boy. Be bold. Heaven awaits."
I was quite out of myself and I felt a kind of sexual madness overtaking me. Forgetting that he was my senior by a full year, I swatted his flank like he was a horse and he almost neighed in excitement. I lodged my entire organ deep in his steaming passage. I possessed him and began to fuck him for my own pleasure, forgetting his wants.
My heavy fucking was like a punishment, a flaying, but Johnnie seemed to like this harsh treatment. He turned his face toward me and I could see the complete surrender in his face. His lips were pursed and drooling. His eyes were whirling in passion and his whole expression had lost its former archness and coolness. The boy had become my sex slave and I vowed to give him a ride for his money. I reared back and slammed in. He cried out encouragement and admiration. For a full ten minutes I used all my new skills, pulling out slowly, pushing in slowly. Making fast short motions. Several times I think Johnnie fainted from pleasure and I had to slap his cheeks to revive him. Finally I had reached a peak that could not be denied. I called to my new brother than I would be releasing my will power and allowing myself to orgasm.
"Oh sweet boy, do not deny yourself. Hose my insides, it will surely cause me to ejaculate again."
His words and my own needs overpowered me. I gave permission to myself to go over the edge. I hadn't expected it to be so intense. My body locked and my prick began spurting, drenching Johnnie's passage and even spilling over.. I then began vibrating and shivering with the culmination of my lust and finally fell over his back dimly hearing his call out his sperming song.
We lay like that, both panting loudly, trying to regain normality. Finally John recovered and shook me off and himself free. "You are some wild dog of a sex fiend. Whoever gets you for a romp is the most fortunate of persons."
I just laughed to cover my embarrassment at such praise.
We both dressed and I was about to ring for some refreshment when a knock came on the bedroom door. I called out to enter and two men from my Uncles's estate entered carrying what appeared to be a wooden coffin.
"What the fuck is that?" John called.
The younger man bowed respectfully. "Young sir, it is a complete wardrobe of clothes that you had been measured for. May we leave it here?"
We looked at each other. I asked him when he was measured. He remembered then that an old man had come yesterday and annoyed him with a cloth tape with numbers on it and "Pummeled me and sought secret places to probe. I commanded him to stop and raised my fist in anger."
"That must have been the tailor," I explained to him. "Let's see what's in the casket."
It turned out to me a full wardrobe, a high fur hat, morning dress, a silk robe and other daily needs, all of the finest. Uncle had been outstandingly generous.
I clapped my hands. "John, let us dress in our strolling clothes, top hats and all and go to London. We can ask Wilson to drive the coach and bring a basket of food for the trip.
Wilson agreed and we two met in the hall and gasped at our appearance of two young gentlemen off to London. In recent years, the high Beaver hat had become fashionable for young rakes and was imported from horse sport to the street. Mine was black, his gray. Our swallow tailed coats afforded an enticing view of our crotches, especially with these tight wooden trousers. Cravats were tied and hats angled forward as we noisily made our way down the stairs and outside to the brisk morning air.
Wilson was still preparing our basket of food whilst I ordered the horses to be brought out with the carriage. We had a new groom and I suddenly saw that John's eyes lit up at the sight of him. "I know him. He was a fellow seller of cock. Surely he won't recognize me in this costume. Perhaps I can pay for a little release. You attend to the arrangements whilst I tarry."
I learned later that the boy did not detect John's true identify and was pleased to obtain a fiver from this handsome young gentleman and used his considerable oral arts to bring John to a crashing release.
Feeling refreshed and ready for action, John claimed the drivers spot and Wilson joined me inside the coach, and we were off. Once under way I realized that Wilson was dressed completely different than his usual attire. He was wearing soft cotton trousers and their thinness revealed the contours of his prick. As a shirt, he was dressed in a loose linen shirt with the upper buttons open to reveal his handsome chest with some fine reddish hairs glinting in the sunlight from the open side window.
Wilson knees were rubbing against mine as the carriage bumped along and soon my member rose up to push my tight fitting trousers to frame its dimensions. Wilson noticed and said, "Do you wish some relief?"
"Not the kind you have been secretly administering during my night sleep."
"That was a kindness on my part to keep you relaxed and fulfilled. But now, perhaps you might replay me. I know that you have provided oral affection to your new brother and I claim the same."
I was appalled. "Why you cheeky...eh...servant. How dare you." I sat back from my angry half standing posture. "But if you are so in want, I am willing to soundly fuck you. Johnnie says I can win a blue ribbon in any contest. Are you interested?"
Wilson blushed scarlet. He had been so parental to this boy that he was loathe to give up the control he had regularly exercised, but his ass was already twitching at the prospect of this angelic and gorgeous boy's request. He knew every inch of Blake, having bathed him for the boy's entire life. He watched that mighty organ grow to it magnificent present proportions. Finally, he released a long held breath and with no words, merely turned, dropped his trousers and grasped the sides of the seat and waited.
I was entranced with the view of the Butler's hand quarters. Unlike the slim muscular John, his rump was large and round and beautifully shaped, smooth and polished. Blake's breathing quickened. He pulled down his trousers and underwear wear to his boots and leaned over the panting Butler.
As my now stiff bludgeon's blunt wet end rubbed against Wilson's puckered entry, I heard dimly that Johnnie had begun to sing as he drove the pair of horses. He was chanting a ribald ditty about the cross roads parting to reveal a damp valley between. The reference unmistakenly clear.
I grinned at my lively brother's fun nature as I held my position awaiting Wilson's surrender that would be signaled by his thrusting backwards. It never happened the way I had expected. Just then, the carriage his a rough road and Wilson's posterior was propelled backwards and I, to steady myself, grasped the butlers warm waist for support as I was thrust deeply in the anal passage. Wilson groaned loudly in surprise and perhaps some pain. Johnnie called into the trap window, "Something wrong?"
My voice must have sounded strained as I replied. "All's well, the bump surprised us."
But that was only the first heaving of the carriage. This road was filled with ruts and high spots and it became a fuck machine. I stood passively, holding on to the man's waist and the motion of the carriage caused my body to thrust forward and back. Wilson was jabbering with heavy sensation and I could see his no unsubstantial prong dripping honey from a continuous ejaculation. As for me, my rod was begging for release and nodded to myself in agreement and released my control and suddenly I began to howl in helplessness as my prick spurted heavily almost causing me to lose consciousness.
This time Johnnie put his face to the driver window and spied the two of us in the throes of release. He laughed merrily and spurred the horses to a gallop. We renewed are fuck and spurts to finally fall into our seats in exhaustion and wonder.
When we arrived in town, Johnnie left the carriage to Wilson's charge. We were at Trafalgar Square. John told me that he had often solicited here. "I would stand below Nelson's statue, my lower body thrust out and my eyes wide and innocent. Never more than five minutes had to be invested."
I looked around. The square was teeming with all sorts of men. There was Orientals and Arabs, many men in uniform. I noticed one lad in a foreign sailor's uniform. His jaunty beret with red pompom was worn at a rakish angle. His well shaped body was perfectly displayed by his tight uniform trousers and the open button of his blouse revealed a polished tan chest. I found myself staring and the lad stared back. Both of us visibly became erected in our tight clothes.
"Are you interested in that boy, that Spanish sailor? Shall I buy him for you?"
I stared at Johnnie. "What do you propose?" I was interested and already panting.
I can rent a room for an hour or two on a side street near here. The inn keeper knows me and we invite that delicious honey boy to join us."
He went over to the sailor, who first recoiled at his approach, but soon was smiling at Johnnie handed a few pounds to him.
The three of us walked the short distance to the inn and were quickly led to our short leased room.
"What is your desire?" Johnnie asked.
"I would like to see the boy naked and then I will decide further."
He clapped his hands in pleasure. "Excellent, I too would like him unveiled." He called to the boy and pantomimed undressing. The lad understood but then rubbed his fingers together to signify that he wanted more money. I quickly crossed the room where he was sitting (Johnnie and I had been perched on the one bed) and shoved money of the realm at him. He smiled broadly with excellent shiny white teeth and almost laughed with pleasure.
He stood up and lasciviously removed his uniform blouse revealing a slim, but muscular physique. He rubbed his hands over his nipples and smiled. Johnnie signaled for more, saying to me "He is from the South regions of Spain and his parentage has been touched with the color of moors, but just a tinge like well milked tea."
I was inflamed by this show and I am sure my mouth hung open like a Chimpanzee. Meanwhile the boy's heavy black shoes were divested and then his black heavy stockings revealing feet of extraordinary beauty. When he unbuttoned the many buttons of his pants and allowed them to drop to his slightly hairy ankles, both Johnnie and I sighed in passion.
His prick was revealed, thick, long, heavy over a ball sac containing large eggs. He shook his prick to free it and his long foreskin undulated. This boy was museum quality.
He stood now, letting us feast our hot eyes on him and his face looked to us for further instructions. Impetuously I rose and handed him more money. I made the old gesture to him of loosely cupped fist moving back and forth.
His pretty eyes opened wide and he shook his head negatively. Johnnie stood up and to my surprise spoke Spanish to the boy. The boy blushed and nodded and grasped his organ and shook it back and forth.
In a moment it began to thicken and rise. Soon he forgot us and fell into his private world of wanking. His lips were prettily pursed in a frozen kiss, his eyes were unseeing and a lovely blush came across his smooth young chest. The sight was entrancing.
We could hear his soft breathing quickening and a pearl of essence formed on the head of his penis. We could smell the odor as it crossed the room to our noses. I involuntarily omitted the sound of "OH", and Johnnie groaned softly. I noted that we both kept our hands at our sides and avoided physical stimulation. I guessed neither of us wished to waste an orgasm obtained by viewing someone else's culmination.
Now we could hear his breathing deepening and that gradually included audible whimpers of pleasure. His full, tawny thighs began to life slightly and a look came over his face of fear, at least that was what it seemed to me. I soon learned the reason for that. This Iberian lad had experienced such crashing ejaculations that he worried that he might not recover each time. Remember the French call it the small death.
Then it rushed at him. His body was trembling and he wailed "Madre!" and then he frozen for a moment, then with a loud shout of unintelligible syllabizes, the fleshy cannon in his lap shot one up in the air that fell on his cheek and lips. He licked and then shook and cried and he full orgasm began. Spurt after spurt coated his tan, polished skin with pearly essence. When the onslaught ended, his head fell to his chest and he remained that way, breathing and gasping for air.
"He's worth more than you paid him," I said, and reached for some more bills and crossed the room and dropped them on his naked lap. He didn't stir.
John arose, tried to smooth down his erection and called to the boy, "You have the room for another half hour. You may want to wash yourself and then rest. To me he said, "Blake, let us find the worthy Wilson and our carriage and return to our home. This adventure has quite worn me out."
Wilson assumed the driving and John and I drowsed in the enclosed cab. We dreamed, perhaps, of more excitement.
End of Part Two