"Sherlick Holmes and Dr. Watsuck, Part Three" by Jay Roberts
Gay Celebrity
George was transfixed as he stared out of the window of the carriage.
"This is me first time in cab. I wish my friends be outside so they might
Holmes gave me an amused look and I returned it. A good feeling was generated by the thought that this young lovely was obtaining a thrill out of something so ordinary. I know that I had to suppress a desire to stroke the boy's cheek...either one.
At last we pulled up to a dusty building with the half rubbed off sign: London Association for the Young and Poor. We alit from the taxi and walked up the wooden stairs that sorely needed mending. Holmes knocked on the door.
As we waited for a response I could see that young George had become subdued and almost shaking nervously. Soon the door was opened by a corpulent man of about fifty.
"'Tis Mr. Rachet, the overseer," whispered George with fear and awe. I gainsay that very rough fellow had administered many a blow on the soft smooth body of the young man.
"What be yur business?" the brute snarled.
I was about to face him and tell him what he could do when Holmes stepped forward, his eyes ablaze. "Sir, I am Sherlick Holmes. Perhaps my name of some fame has reached into the wretched place. I am here on a case and must have your complete cooperation or I shall have to report you to Mr. Lastrade of Scotland Yarn.
As with all bullies when faced with superiors, he immediately lost his glower and become overly compliant. "Ah yes yur honor, please come this way." As he said this, he cast an angry eye at his inmate, George.
"We will require a private room," I said, and Holmes nodded agreement.
"A course gentleman, the upstairs liberry. No one will disturb you there."
George whispered. "Library, huh, nary a book there as you'll see."
"And send young Chauncey to join us, as well."
"Whatever you wish, for yur pleasure," he said, licking his lips obscenely.
Inside the small room under the eaves, Holmes and I found two broken chairs and sat down. George paced the room unsure of what might happen. Then the door opened slowly and revealed a lad of outstandingly fine appearance.
George rushed over to the figure and threw his arms about the boy's neck. Chauncey was clad only in a tattered dressing gown, his lovely pale feet bare to our hot eyes.
Chauncey charmingly kissed his friend and asked, "What adventures you must have had since you left in the night. Did these gentlemen do ill to you?"
"No, on the contrary they afforded me delights, some of which I may teach you soon."
The two giggled like...well...two boys.
Holmes clapped his hands. "Lads, we cannot stay here all day. We hope, finally, to hear George's story and the reason he sought my help."
The two boys sat cross legged on the floor. From this angle Chauncey's robe opened up and revealed his entire lower body. His sex was in full view, a plumb pink member with a partially drawn back cover showing a pale pink head. But his legs also draw sighs from Holmes and me, they were well muscled and hairless, ending in his lean feet with long slim toes. Would I have had less control, I would have fell on my front near them and tongue them as if they were pricks. George cleared his throat importantly. "I fear, sirs, that I have no case."
Holmes slapped his lean thigh. "No surprise to me. I figured this out within minutes of your first appearance. But what did you want from me?"
"Chauncey and I have been slipping out of this hole most nights and joined with the Irregulars. They told us tales of your abilities."
I said, "You refer to the master detectives talent in deduction and bringing criminals to justice?"
"No sir," interjected Chauncey in a sweet mellow voice that sent blood to my fundamentals. "Your boys of Baker Street told of your abilities of oral delights. In short, Reggie, the older boy said that you suck a good cock."
Holmes reached out his long arms and drew the blond boy to his feet and simultaneously slid the loose robe off his gorgeous shoulders and the entire rag slid to the floor. I gasped at his tender belly glowing in the dim light and his partially developed chest. Any Greek sculptor would be driven to reproduce this boy in alabaster.
"It is true, my friend and companion, and I, of course, do suckle and bring joy beyond the gates of heaven to boys your age. Shall we begin?"
There was the sound of increased breathing on the part of the two lads and I joined them in a chorus of eager sexual exhilaration.
As he stood there naked awaiting his 'treatment' his long pale penis began a slow rise punctuated by pulsing motions until it lay tight against his belly, just below his navel.
Holmes called out to me, "Watseka, the game's afoot. You take the salvation of George and I will bring a solution to Chauncey. "
I could see the boys knees sagging in anticipation of the wonders that would shortly be administered. As for us, we fell to our knees in front of our charge. I ignored my tender right leg, from its wound in India, in favor of the pleasure of taking George's member into play with my strong mouth and tongue. The length and agility of my tongue was famous among the street urchins of India and I intended to bring that organ into play here with lovely George.
The clever boy had dropped his darned trousers and allowed his large prick to be trembling in the air. I grasped it firmly and blew on it. The boy moaned in anticipation as he felt the moist heated breath bath his organ. Next I shagged it tenderly. He required a hand on the back of his hairy calves to keep him from falling as he mewled in pleasure. As dollop of slime appeared on the head of his cherry red cock head and the odor quickly filled the room and its elixir drove all of us further into debauchery.
I felt my mouth becoming bathed in saliva as it longed to bestow favors on that willing prick. Wasting no more yearning I engulfed that tasty pole with my lips allowing it to slide, suck by suck, into the hot caverns of my mouth and throat. Dear George was gulping and swallowing with unbearable pleasure, moaning loudly and beginning a fuck motion that finally brought his prick head into my throat.
Though fully occupied with George I took a side glance at Holmes. Whilst he suckled wildly he had managed to remove his own clothes and his slim body and shanks were visible to all. I had seen Holmes perform this feat many times. He once explained "Unless I am also naked, I do not feel engaged in the act."
Holmes was using the technique that had brought him fame among the Irregulars. He sucked hard and at the same time pulled away, almost feeing the vibrating cock, then thrusting in again and swallowing it like a sword sallower. The lovely Chauncey's eyes were spinning in his head, and more charmingly, his perfect smooth skin was blushing scarlet, his face, neck and down his chest. His rosebud mouth was agape and his pink tongue lolled out. The boy was in a spell. His pale, long fingered hands held Holmes head, cupped like a soccer ball and his perky buns undulated with avidity.
Meanwhile my George's cries were becoming ore urgent and mixed with fear that his culmination might overcome him. He was leaking heavily into my mouth and I savored the offering with lusty lip smacking delight. I slightly reduced the power of my sucking but this remedy was too late in coming. George howled loud enough to shake the timbers in this ancient room as he began to fuck my mouth wildly and begin to piss out great clobs of youthful essence that I drank greedily. It's magic caused my own orgasmic event and I spilled copious nectar on the old wooden floor. I clung to George, his prick still in my mouth as the two of us coasted down to Earth.
Holmes must have experienced the same exaltation as his long slim penis began decorating the floor at the moment lithe Chauncey's milk entered his mouth. Chauncey was babbling with overwhelming feeling as he delivered six heavy blasts of cream into Holmes willing craw.
Finally Chauncey exclaimed with wonder, "Oh dear Mr. Holmes, how wonderful it your ability. How did you come upon it?"
"Elementary, my dear Chauncey," he said whilst donning his clothes, "It's from years of sucking on my Calabash pipe."
Then he chuckled at his own wit.
Holmes looked down at his feet. "We have varnished this old floor, my friend," he said to me noting the spooge in front of him and me.
The boys were now hugging each other quite oblivious to us and we thought it a good moment to slip away. I longed to return to our comfortable digs and have a cherry and Holmes possibly missed he violin and that cursed melody.
As we walked toward the door we could hear the sound of wet kissing from George and Chauncey and they both managed to wave a hand in a goodbye gesture.
Holmes heard a sigh of regret from me.
"Don't worry old friend, now that they are joining the Irregulars you will be able to assist in relieving our charges of constipation.
"Damn bloody yes!" I exclaimed, already eager to move my attentions rearward on Goerge.
End of story