"Sherlick Holmes and Dr. Fucksum, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Celebrity
$ Give a nice contribution to Nifty. I think $30 an inch would be nice.
The first one who send in $300 might be boastful but it'll be accepted.
- The names of another detective does somewhat resembles the
characters in this story. It is only a coincidence. Now all you
kids under 18 may leave. The rest please see if you can deduct
or defuck this story.
Homes had been idling away the day. He plucked absently on his violin, essaying that terrible Bohemia Theme I hated. Just to distract him from his needle and drugs, I got on my knees and opened his flies. Out popped his long lean manhood seeking my lips.
"If I attend to this naughty boy will you eschew your needle?"
"Possibly, depends on your skills dear fellow."
I applied myself to the head of his sex, licking and sucking until it's roundness greatly resembled a ripe cherry.
"Excellent!" breathed Sherlick or Sherl as I affectionately called him.
"When you flush out your essence, I shall call the young Baker Street Irregulars in so that you can pleasure them. You know how you enjoy that."
The Irregulars never got paid and Holmes felt this was payment enough as boys of nineteen, or so, required draining at least twice a day. I might also add that the name Irregulars referred to their constantly bound up state caused by poor eating habits. The boys loved bread and fried fish. Often Holmes and I would help them by administering enemas and kissing them whilst they grunted and pressed their cute buns to expel their ca-ca.
Holmes was fast approaching his peak indicated by his violent twitching and humming that dastardly Bohemia Theme. Just before he awarded me with his offering, the door burst open and Mrs. Hudsac, our landlady, entered, obviously overwrought.
"Sirs, there is a young man at the door who requires an audience with you. He says it is most urgent, a matter of life and...eh...I forget the rest."
Holmes rose, buttoned his trousers with some difficulty as his prong was extended lewdly.
"Show him in."
But as Mrs. Hudsac turned to leave, a tall, wild haired figure pushed her aside and strode across the room and embraced the surprised Holmes in a firm clasp., Holmes was red faced and breathing heavily. I think he liked the brashness of the young man and his already extended prick seemed to flex wildly.
In the space of this moment I was able to study the visitor. He was dressed in poor but neat attire. He was of fine figure, tall, handsome of face and muscular. His hair pleasingly curly and full and of a dark reddish color. His whole appearance was eminently pleasing and I felt myself wishing that he was "Irregular" and we might attend to his constipation. I judged him to be about their age, nineteen.
Holmes sank into a chair and placed his long fingered hand over his protrusion and spoke in a firm voice. "Mr. George Blankson, please remove your clothing."
The chap, I now may call George, after Holmes pronouncement, look supremely perplexed. "How did you know my name and why must I expose my nakedness?"
"The answer to the first question is "elementary" your name is written inside your jacket which I glimpsed during our not unpleasant hug. As to the second, I must see your frank openness expressed by your nudity before taking on your case."
Our young visitor nodded docilly revealing that he was accustomed to taking orders without question. In a moment he removed his heavy work shoes, then pulled off his hose revealing well shaped large feet. Off came his trousers and they slide down his somewhat hairy legs with muscular thighs.
Then, thought there was no roll of the drum nor fanfare of the trumpet, George pulled his vest open, not even opening the buttons. The shirt followed, then his undershirt. What was revealed was a pale, smooth perfectly formed chest decorated with a fine growth of hair in its center and all framed with wide shoulders. Now the revealed pup stood proudly, grinning, and shaking his hips like a Spanish dancer, causing his long full prick to dance and his balls to sway.
There was a sound in the room of audible breathing. I determined that it was my lungs that was producing that sound. The boy revealed body, so far, was greatly masculine, one might say sexy. I awaited with rapturous impatience to the next event.
George smiled at us, proud that he had followed instructions thus far. He had lovely dimpled cheeks and fine teeth. This boy was revealing himself as a beauty who might fetch quite a prize at Holmes' brother Mycrap's club, the Diogenes, where wealthy gentlemen procured male beauties to caress.
Holmes had the same thought and he purred "May one touch you?"
The lad thought a moment and said, "Mr. 'olms, I am yours to use as you fancy."
Holmes nodded with satisfaction and then turned to me, "It is as though I am at Fortnum and Mason's establishment and surveying a display of imported fruit not knowing which to pick. Ah, perhaps those pink, yet un erected nipples are worth investigation.
He put a long skinny finger on one nipple and wiped it up and down. George was definitely the owner of sensitive nipples as he cried out softly with pleasure as the nipple expanded to imitate a miniature erect penis.
Holmes chuckled at his effectiveness in amusing the boy but his own sexuality over came him as he, somewhat impolitely asked the chap, "Do you fuck?"
At first George turned red, then pale, then in a shaky voice he said, "Do you mean the bat in the hole? The game me older brother played with me in years past?"
"The same," Holmes said, unbuckling his trousers and pulling them over his boots and on to the floor. His prick, the one I was recently suckling, came into view. From my vantage it looked long, and long as a cricket bat and just as hard. George looked at the device that shortly might attempt to enter him and said, "Cripes, sir, it resembles you in thinness and length, one might almost expect it to be smoking a calabash pipe."
Holmes grunted in distaste. He never liked levity during sex. He pushed George against the dining table and squashed his head down. This position afforded a perfect view of his muscular, fuzzy-with-hair arise.
Wasting no time Holmes held his prong at the ready and plunged forth. No slow dance for him. George uttered a sound somewhat like "Shwoosh," of surprise. Holmes had already been preheated by my hot wet mouth so he was in no mood to gently introduce the boy to his prick...it was already introduced and inside him.
As a violinist, Holmes was adept in sawing back and forth and he used this ability to stimulate the lad's inner trigger. The results were quick and powerful. George pushed back to get more of the Holmes cock. He drooled excessively on the desk and mewled like a birthing mare. It was a beautiful sight to see and hear.
I took out my weapon and leisurely stroked it. It was pleased. It spit a little slime before the main spilling. It became difficult for me to keep my eyes open as the intensity of my pleasure built to a tremendous climax.
Holmes glanced over at me and I believe the ecstasy of release on my face went directly to his rampant rod and he growled like a lion and his stiffened body held still as he spurted hard and heavily into the poor boy's hot hole, cooling its ardor.
George felt this hot lava spitting again the walls of his tunnel and he shouted epitaphs that would normally have embarrassed him for they were more than merely vivid. As he swore he emitted volleys of heavy ejaculate onto Holmes desk. This actually required hours of cleaning to erase, but Holmes was pleased at the event as it proved his own virility.
Holmes dismounted. Drew up his trousers and then ordered George to dress and then to take a seat across from him.
"Now young man, you have come to request my assistance. Pray describe your difficulties."
The boy's handsome face screwed up in concentration until he finally expelled a long held breath. "I know not why I am here. Your fine performance wiped my brain so clean I barely know me own name."
Holmes laughed sympathetically. He was all for this conquered chap. "Perhaps a glass of wine will revive you memory.
"I think so. I always crave a bit of the brew. Make it a large one." Then he blushed. "I mean the tankard, a-course." But then, musing a moment, he added, "After that, might we 'ave another brisk ride?"
Holmes and I laughed. The boy seemed puzzled at our mirth but then he snapped his fingers, "Gentlemen I do remember why I am here."
End Part One