Memoirs of a Voluptuary, or the Secret Life of an English Boarding School

CHAPTER IV. ADVENTURES WITH LACY AND FERGUSON

We had heard nothing of Davenport causing any trouble. He and Lawrence had not only refrained from attempting to ride roughshod over the lower forms, but for quite a considerable time had not even the heart to penetrate even the mildest form of joking on them, but carried themselves in a mild way.

Williams used to keep us pretty well posted up on what happened in his dormitory, but we never ascertained that anything took place which could not be undergone in a good tempered spirit.

One day I was taking a bath and had not looked to see if I had locked the bathroom door. While I was in mist of my ablutions, Davenport came in. Although I was on speaking terms with him now, our acquaintance was not an intimate one, and in fact never gained this length as long as we were together. I therefore felt no pleasure at his appearance, but the feeling was not exactly reciprocated, judging by Davenport's actions, for he cast upon me what he no doubt intended to be an engaging smile and began to undress.

My sole plan then was to finish as quickly as possible, and I hurried on with my wash. He had only his dressing gown and slippers on and it did not take him two seconds to divest himself of these, and the next moment he had stepped into the bath and stood over me. I rose to get out and give him entire possession, but he did not mean me to do so and proceeded to show some little playfulness, seizing me by the shoulders and endeavoring to force me back.

I protested that I had finished, but he urged me to remain a little longer. I explained that I was anxious to dress quickly, as I had something that I particularly wished to do, but he continued his persuasions.

He did not press me again, but put his hand down and took hold of my cock. I pushed him away, but he only laughed and returned to the assault. I covered my thighs with my hand and made an effort to step out, whereupon he took me by the arm and drew my attention to his own member. I had never seen it since that time which I have already put on record. It was quite stiff now, but looked uglier than ever in its excited condition.

“Lets have a frig, Powerscourt,” he said, trying to pull one of my hands towards his organ; but I repelled his overtures, the suggestion not presenting itself at all favorably to my mind.

“Go on,” he continued. “I'll do you, if you do me.” But I declined.

“Yes, do,” he went on, “don't be a muff. You've done it before, haven't you?”

“Yes,” I said, “I know what you mean, but I don't care about it much. I'm in a hurry too, really!”

I got one leg over the side of the bath and, as he saw that it was no use making any further endeavor to engage my services, he exclaimed in an offhand manner, “Very well, if you won't, you won't! That settles it, I'll do it myself then.” He stood up and began to rub his cock quickly with one hand. I proceeded to dry myself and dress, but took a casual look at him now and then, being unable to resist the inclination.

I could never have brought myself to engage in this sort of practice with him. The notion was distasteful to me, but if he chose to operate upon himself, I saw no reason why I should not take advantage of the opportunity to watch the procedure.

I was not completely dressed when he called out, “Here it comes, Powerscourt!” I should not have been human if I had refrained from turning my eyes in his direction. Davenport gave a last quick rub and then directed his cock straight before him, thrusting out his belly as he did so.

“That was a lot, wasn't it?” he cried, turning to me.

I assented but made no further comment, and he pursued, “Why don't you let me have a go at you; it doesn't hurt and everybody does it!”

“It isn't that,” I replied. “I know what it is like. A chap doesn't always feel up to doing it. I'm sure I couldn't manage to make anything come now. And Rutherford is waiting for me. We'll let go for another time.”

“All right, just as you like,” he said and dropped down into the water. I lost no time in completing my preparations for departure and hurried away as soon as I was ready, glad to escape from his society, for I cherished an unconquerable antipathy to him, which seemed to arise from the first moment that we met.

Davenport had not done me any harm in some weeks, and lately had striven to ingratiate himself with me; but it was no use, as I could not bring myself to be on really friendly terms with him.

“Davenport wanted me to come in with him to the lavatory today and another time before, but I wouldn't,” Williams reported to me later that day. “And one night he and Lawrence got hold of Benson and made his cock stiff and then started to rub it up and down. He made no end of a fuss, but I don't think they were able to get anything to come. It's a marvel when it does though, isn't it? And it doesn't taste half bad either.

“I tried to make some the other day when I was in the privy. I did my best to make it, and squeezed the end of my thing until I got a very rummy sensation. Then, voila! It felt every bit as good as that time your Mr. de Beaupre impressed me into playing 'cream and crumpets.' Oh, I shall not soon forget that, shall I?”

“How is Elgar now?” I asked with slight impatience. “I suppose he gets on all right since they have stopped their rough tricks on him?”

“Oh yes,” replied Williams, “he's brightened up a lot. He is not really such a bad chap, though perhaps a bit weak minded. But he is a chap that has an awfully funny cock – all the skin on the top has been cut off.

“They tease him about his cock although I think it looks quite nice. Anyway, Elgar flares up and fights for all he is worth, but he cannot do anything against two big chaps like Davenport and Lawrence, and they occasionally still do put him on his back and get hold of his cock. They generally tweak it or put on some soap or something of this kind.”

Happening to step into the lavatory one day and finding Elgar there, I remembered the above conversation, so I said, “Let's have a look at your cock, Elgar!”

He made no bother but showed it to me at once. It was the first time I had seen a circumcised member, so I was rather interested in examining it. It looked rather peculiar with its bare head and I cannot say that I was rather excited by the difference of its appearance.

On two or three subsequent occasions, Davenport endeavored to beguile me into giving him my company for the purpose of mutual indulgence, but I always managed to evade his solicitations by some excuse.

Once when I was out for a walk with my usual chums, Jimmy crawled through a little gap in a tall hedge in order to see what was on the other side. He was back in a moment with his finger to his lips and beckoned us to come through. We did so very cautiously and on penetrating the screen of foliage, saw Davenport and Lawrence about a dozen yards away, sitting in a little hollow thickly shaded by trees.

We watched as Lawrence gave Davenport a healthy sucking. Then we watched Davenport return the suck, but we did not wait any longer, as we did not wish to disturb their privacy, not being desirous of the company of either of them.

There was a boy at the school, named Lacy, who was a favorite of the assistant master Ferguson. The latter, who was rather popular with us, for he was of a genial disposition and took a great deal of interest in our pastimes, was extremely fond of Lacy, and on whole or half holidays, frequently took him out, while he allowed the lad the free run of his study as well.

If Lacy was taking a bath, Ferguson would seize the opportunity to look in on him. When the boy was confined to his bed with a cold, Ferguson was continually visiting his room. And for a whole week they were away together, supposedly on a visit to Ferguson's father, who was a retired naval officer.

One evening Mr. Percival sent me with a message to Ferguson. I went to his study, knocking on the door and opening it directly. Lacy was seated in an armchair near the fireplace and Ferguson was in another chair near him. As I entered, the master rose to his feet hurriedly, turning towards me and picking up a book from the table as he did so.

I delivered my message and left, but while I was in the room, I was able to see that the fly of Lacy's pants was open. There was nothing else to be seen, but it looked strange for him to be unbuttoned, I thought. I told Rutherford and he agreed with me that Ferguson must have been doing something with Lacy, and had not time to fasten his pants when I entered their room.

A few days later I went into the library and picked out a volume from among the books and sat myself down to read. The thick curtains which hung before the far panes completely hid me from view, so that any one coming into the room might have thought it empty, unless they walked right up to the window.

I had not been there very long before someone did come in. I did not move, being interested in my book, while I was not expecting that any of the fellows would be looking for me.

The newcomers, for it sounded to me as if there were two, did not approach where I sat but took their places on a settee on the other side of the room. As soon as they began to talk, I knew it was Ferguson and Lacy, and on raising my eyes I could see them through a very narrow space between the curtains behind me and the wall.

They evidently thought themselves to be alone in the room, and not wishing to pose in the uncomfortable shape of an eavesdropper, I made up my mind to declare myself. But I could not resist the temptation to watch for a moment to see what they would do.

Ferguson was saying something of a jocular nature to Lacy, while he bent an affectionate smile upon him as he spoke. He held one of Lacy's hands in his and presently bent forward and touched the boy between the legs. Lacy pushed him away gently, saying, Not here, Don,” (his Christian name was Donald) “wait till we go to your room.”

But Ferguson laughed and said, “It's all right. No one will come in here,” and overcoming Lacy's very mild objections, he unfastened the lad's breeches and took out his cock. It was limp, as I could see, but Ferguson began to caress it, trying to make it stand up with more dignity.

I felt my position embarrassing now, for I had missed the right moment to make my presence known, and to do so after things had gone this length would be a very delicate matter.

I was in a quandary. The thought occurred to me to wait till they had gone, without betraying myself; but then I could not tell how long they would be there, and judging from appearances, they did not intend to hurry.

Then again, they might come over to the window when they had finished and this also would be very awkward for all of us. So I sat still, watching the pair. Something tickled my nostril so that I felt a sneezing fit coming on. I tried to stop the inclination but it was no use, and I had to give vent to a violent noise. I could hear the pair jump up with a start, and in another moment, Ferguson advanced to where I was.

“I didn't know you were here, Powerscourt; you kept very quiet.”

I assumed my most innocent expression and explained that I had been so deeply engrossed in my book that I had not noticed anyone entering the room.

“Oh, it's all right,” he said, and there was a tone of relief in his voice. “Only I made sure that the place was empty, and it gave me quite a startle when you sneezed.”

I was very glad the affair, which gave promise of some unpleasantness, had ended in this manner, but I had made a discovery and determined to put a leading question to Lacy when I had an opportunity.

The chance came one afternoon when I strolled into the bathing pavilion. There was no one there but Lacy, and after the interchange of a little conversation he asked if I would come onto the river with him for a little while.

The stream was broad enough to paddle about on and there were one or two small skiffs and punts kept there for us. We got into a punt and made our way slowly along with the current. It was a hot day and we did not go far before drawing up to the bank under the shade of a spreading tree.

The time and place suited for the occasion I had sought, so after some general talk I said, “How is Ferguson? You seem to be very friendly with him. I heard you call him Don when you were in the library the other day.”

He looked rather foolish for an instant and replied, “Ferguson went as white as a sheet when you sneezed. I was a bit flurried too; we both thought we were quite alone.”

“Yes, it must have made you feel funny,” I answered. “You wouldn't have been doing what you were, if you had thought anybody else was there.”

“What do you mean?” he said, turning his head.

“Oh well, I couldn't help seeing what you did,” I went on. “I wasn't spying on you, you know. I was there some time before you came in, so you can't blame me.”

“No, it was all Ferguson's fault; I told him what a fool he was. He ought to be more careful. It is a good thing that only you saw us. I shall see that we are not caught again.”

“Ferguson seemed to be amusing himself. It looked to me as if it wasn't the first time, by a long way. Come Lacy, you needn't be afraid of telling me. I shan't tell a word about it; it isn't likely that I should want to get you into a row – or Ferguson either. Do you often do anything like that with him?”

With only slight hesitation, Lacy told me his story.

“He took a fancy to me when I first came here, about eighteen months ago – and he has stuck to me ever since.

“At first he only used to give me stamps or coins for my collection and lend me books and so on; then he got more friendly and took me for walks with him. I didn't mind at all, as he was nice and things went on in this way for a good while.

“Sometimes he would take me to the beach for a swim; sometimes when I was having a bath, he would peep in while I was washing. I didn't care much at first for the way he would look me over when I was undressed, but I got used to that and actually began to like it. Then he gave me a standing invitation to come to his study whenever I liked, to do my 'prep' and I gradually got into the habit of going there regularly.

“He used to sit beside me to help me and was fond of fiddling about with my leg or arm, and that kind of thing. One day we were sitting together and I was doing a Greek exercise, and he was leaning on my shoulder, watching me. He had one hand on my leg and soon moved it close up against my thighs. I said to him, 'Don't, you're tickling me,' and laughed. He laughed too, and dug his fingers into my leg, making me jump.

“'Are you ticklish like that all over?' he asked and started to squeeze my leg about again.

“'Yes, indeed sir,' I said, 'though no one has done such a thing to me since I was a child.'

“'And of course you are a strapping young man of eighteen now, are you not?'

“'Yes I am, sir,' I responded.

“'And yet your manner is still so boyish, especially your cheerful laughter,' he mused. 'Which is the worst part? Is it up here?'

“Ferguson's soft and gentle fingers wriggled at my neck, and I must confess I got all giggly, and crunched my chin to my shoulder to block his movements.

“'Or how about here?' said Ferguson, and he slipped his hands beneath my arms and tickled me under my shoulders and down the sides of my chest.

“Chewing upon my tongue to keep from crying out with laughter, I put up quite a mock struggle to keep him away. His activities were loosening my shirt, and pulling it from my pants, and his merry jostling was certainly putting a funny feeling into my privates.

“Before long, my belt was undone, and the buttons to my pants were opened. Mr. Ferguson certainly does have a sly talent, as I barely noticed his intentions even as my chest and belly and privates were laid bare in the fray.

“Then he got hold of me right between the legs. I went all into a heap, the way he caught me, and I lost all control and laughed loudly as I tried to pull his hand away.

“'Don't make such a noise,' he said, but I could not help it. He was tickling me so much. Before I knew what he was going to do next, he had pulled my cock out directly. His playing about had made it come to a stand and as he looked at it, he cried, 'How very rude, Lacy; just look at it. You ought to have better manners,' said Ferguson.

“He was not holding me now, so I put my hand on the front of his pants and said, 'I have a good mind to take yours out, to pay you back for doing it to me.'

“'All right, you can if you like; it is only a fair return.'

“This quite took my breath away, but when I looked up at him and saw that he was in earnest, I thought it was rather a good joke, so I unbuttoned his breeches and took his thing out. It was a whopper and no mistake. And it was as stiff and huge as a cricket bat. He let me pull it about for a minute or two. He sat back on the chair and his eyes closed part way as I stroked his gigantic member.

“He began to groan softly, and I must confess it felt terribly good to take a man so large and place him into such a state of ardor; it made me want to keep at it.

“'You must stop soon, Lacy, or I shall spend,' Ferguson whispered hoarsely.

“I said nothing in return, and though I had begun to tire, I redoubled my efforts and brought both hands to bare upon my master's tremendous cock. Up and down I kept at it, as if churning butter at my grandfather's farm, rubbing him and massaging him until he gasped and cried out, 'Oh, oh Lacy, I am spending!'

“Creamy sperm flooded out of the head of his cock in great gobbets, washing over my fingers in a mad rush toward his balls.

“And then he suddenly said that I had better finish my exercise, and we both buttoned up.

“I promised him not to tell anybody; but after that, it was the usual thing to let me look at his as well.”

“Well, didn't he satisfy you? Didn't you ever do anything else?” I asked, being interested by what he had already told me and eager to know more.

Lacy smiled a little. “I can tell that you are not a greenhorn, Powerscourt,” he replied. “It isn't likely that we were going to stop at what I have said. Ferguson put me up to a lot of things on the quiet. The next time I had his cock out, he let me play with it and pull it about, just as I liked, and I allowed myself to be convinced to let Ferguson do the same to me. He has a delicate touch for such a large man, and I have found our encounters quite pleasing. We have often done it since then and more things too.” Then he said slyly, “I dare say you do it also, don't you?”

“Yes,” I said. “I know all about it; everybody learns about those things sooner or later. Is that all you have done with him?”

“You want to know a lot,” Lacy returned. “Anyhow, there's no harm in telling you the whole story. We used to sleep together as often as possible and he would fuck me between the legs. He wanted to go into my bottom once, but I wouldn't let him. He told me that he had often done it or had it done to him, but I didn't fancy the idea somehow.

“I say, I've got a cockstand after all this talking; haven't you?”

“I should think I have,” I answered and showed him. “Shall we have a rub? There is no one about.”

“I don't mind, if you don't,” he replied, unfastening his trousers. He had a very elegantly shaped cock, not small, though not too large.

I sat down in the bottom of the punt by his feet and commenced to finger his member, which was fully as erect as I could have wished it to be.

“Would you like me to give you a suck?” I asked.

“What an idea!” he exclaimed, “You can if you wish. I've never heard of that before.”

“Hasn't Ferguson ever done that to you?” I asked.

“No, indeed,” he replied. “He never suggested such a thing. I've not thought of it either. It's a good notion. I shall tell him about it.”

“Don't say where you learned it or who taught you,” I cried with an admonishing gesture. “You must not tell tales, you know.”

“Certainly, not,” answered Lacy, “You must not fear that. I used to think you were such an innocent chap. It doesn't do to go by appearances always. Where did you pick up these things?”

I responded off-handedly, “I've done this before and you soon get to know a bit. Perhaps I had an extra good training though.” And I commenced to lean forward in order to put my head between his legs and began to lick his elegant cock. Lacy was a striking chap and the beautiful shape of his cock suited him. He gently stroked my head as it bobbed up and down between his legs.

“I think you must have had,” he said huskily at length. “You needn't suck any more, yank me properly now.”

I obeyed and soon brought him to a discharge in a much shorter time than I expected.

After his own affair had been carried to a finish, he turned to me and by now I was quite ready for his affections, in which he showed himself an expert and he watched the final result with great interest.

“I think there is not much difference between us,” he said. “We both made about the same, didn't we? Now we have got to know each other very much better. We can pal up to one another more. That is, if you don't object.”

“Not in the least,” I said. “And my chums, Rutherford, de Beaupre and the Duke, will be only too pleased, I am sure, if you join our circle – that is, whenever you can drag yourself away from Ferguson,” I added with a smile.

After the breaking of the ice between us, as I related, Lacy often joined our company when were going out for a jaunt together and we found him a very pleasant associate.

In particular, he made a confidant of me, and would inform me of all his adventures with Ferguson. “I made him very mad the other day,” he said once. “You know the privy upstairs, don't you? It has some colored glass in the door, which you can see through, if you are close up to it. Well, I was going there, and Ferguson came after me. He called me but I didn't stop; and he followed me right to the closet. I saw him looking through the door as I was letting down my breeches, and just to annoy him, I pulled up my shirt and began jerking off in front of him.

“I knew it would upset him, and he begged me to open the door and let him in. I wasn't going to do that. I just screwed up my nose at him and went on. He got into a frightful state and I believe he would have burst the door open, only he was afraid of attracting somebody's attention.

“Anyhow, he stayed there with his nose up against the glass, pulling a long face and drawing his lips in tightly, biting himself almost. I still didn't take pity on him and kept on the job till I had finished, calling out to him as I shot the load.

“He waited until I came out and began to blow me up, but I told him not to be silly and he calmed down. Later that night, I think he would have taken me by force if I hadn't given in, he was so keen on it.”

It will be seen that in one way or another, I found plenty of diversion, and I felt very contented with my lot. I could not congratulate myself sufficiently on having the good fortune to make such staunch friends, and both work and play were so congenial that I was as happy as the day was long.

There could not be four better comrades than myself and my three chums and I do not think that we ever had a serious dispute or difference during the whole time that we were associated together.

I often now go over again in my mind the fun we four had, and, if it were possible to fulfill such a wish, I would be glad to live through this period once more. There is a freshness and vivacity about youth that never comes a second time once it is past; but fortunately, memory remains and carries the recollection with us to brighten our after years.

Charles Lamb says in his Asseys of Elia, that it is not good or advisable for older people to associate intimately with younger, but I, for one, refuse to bow to the weight of his authority. I have always found the greatest delight in youthful society, speaking as a man; and I can regard with some envy those fortunately placed people, such as schoolmasters, who pass their lives in the midst of a perennial atmosphere of youth, and in doing so, are able themselves to retain a youthfulness of spirit even in advancing age. But I must not stop thus to moralize; only Lamb's words occurred to me as I wrote, and I could not let them pass unreputed…