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

CHAPTER VI. IN LUTETIA

The days passed slowly, but as each one went, I felt that I was nearer by so much to my liberation as I viewed the reopening of school. Several weeks had gone by without my receiving an invitation from Rutherford to come and stay with him, so I began to lose hope of a respite from this oppressive house and determined not to dwell on it.

In the fourth week, I received a letter from de Beaupre, written from London, saying that in three days from that date, he was returning to Paris, and asking if I could get permission to go with him and finish my holidays there.

He explained that Jimmy could not accompany him, his mother wishing to have him with her, and as he was most anxious to have a chum to keep him company, he would be very glad if I could come.

It was a long letter written in a very lively style, and went on to recount some of his doings.

“I have had some fine times with my mother's coachman, Frederick. He is a ripping lad and helps me brush and keep the horses. He and I have had some roaring good fun in the stables.

“One time, Frederick brought me up onto a saddled mare with him, as if to teach me the finer points of riding western-style, like the cowboys. The horse's trotting movements, when combined with Frederick's lascivious rubbings and stimulations, brought me to a roaring cockstand. But when I thought we should dismount and do something about the situation, Frederick insisted we proceed with our saucy maneuvers there upon the beast's back. What a time we had, acting like circus clowns spinning about on that horse, sucking one another's big cocks and trying to balance ourselves while doing it! Small wonder we wound up on the floor of the glen, bruised and half naked.

“Then my mother hired a manservant for me named Pierre. Every morning when I've had my bath, he comes in to wash me, as he claims I am not big enough to do it.

“Somehow my cock is always stiff at these times, but at first he would never say anything, but just go on soaping and sponging me. He was very fond of touching me between the legs and having a little feel. Naturally I let him see that I wasn't an innocent and before long he got in the habit of taking hold of my cock and stroking it.

“One day he got bold and gave it a kiss. He wasn't the least bashful and since then I enjoy myself with him all I can. He's got a fine shaped cock just the right size, not too small and with a lot of hair.

“He wouldn't have me get into him as he says he does not care for it that way, and even a boy like me might do some damage. (It is a good thing I still have Frederick to horse about with, hey?) Pierre had hinted that I should give him a suck which I gladly did. He is a very decent sort and he has well contributed to making my holiday a lot more fun.

“By the way, if you come with me, as I hope you will, I shall introduce you to Pierre.

“Now be sure and come. And let me know at once. I have gotten my mother to write to your father, so he can't very well refuse.”

At lunch time I watched father's face. Soon he sent for Mrs. Dennison. “I have just had a letter from the Princess de Beaupre, mother of one of Master Charles's fellow pupils, asking me to allow him to spend the remainder of his holiday with her son. Will you please make all the necessary arrangements?”

I was overjoyed and began to pour out my thanks, but father waved me coldly aside and left the room.

The eventful morning came. Saunders drove me to the station and I was soon on my way to London. De Beaupre was at the terminus to meet me. He rattled on till we reached the house. His mother was in and he took me to her. She was a tall and stately woman, with a very kind manner and at once put me at my ease.

“Gaston has often spoken of you and I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I am glad he has made such charming friends. He tells me that you and the Duke of Surrey and a boy named Rutherford are his principal companions. I know the Duke very well and think him a most engaging lad; I am sure I shall soon be able to say the same of you when we know each other a little more.”

Gaston knew his city well and was able to tell me much about the ways and customs of the people we met. He told me the differences which existed between France and England in this respect.

Some four or five days after our arrival in Paris, de Beaupre announced that he intended to take me that afternoon to Cecil's. I was delighted with the idea and awaited the hour set for our visit.

He arrived at Cecil's apartment, where Maurice admitted us, his face lighting up as he saw Gaston. He conducted us to the drawing room which was large and in the Louis Quinze style, and here we found the man whom we had come to see.

He rose up as we entered and, coming forward, kissed Gaston. He introduced me to him and I held out my hand; but he disdained such cold formality and embraced me with the greatest tenderness, pressing his lips to each of my cheeks in turn and saying, “I am so charmed to meet one of Gaston's English friends. But you must let me call you Charlie, as Gaston does, will you not?”

I stammered a polite yes, and soon we were talking to each other in an animated manner. He seemed to devote himself a great deal to me and I was afraid his attentions would arouse de Beaupre's jealousy, but such an idea never seemed to cross his mind.

After a time Cecil said, “What do you say to a visit to the theater this evening – there is a very nice thing at the Opera Comique just now. Shall we go?”

I looked at de Beaupre, referring the matter to him, but he replied, “Certainly, my mother knew where we were going, so it won't matter in the least if we are late.”

“Very well then, that settles it,” he said. “The thing now is to get the seats. I am very sorry Gaston to bother you, but Maurice is busy, so would you mind going? Charlie shall stay here and amuse me while you are gone.”

De Beaupre could not well refuse and in a few minutes departed on his errand. When he had gone, Cecil reclined on the couch and bade me draw my chair closer to him.

“I was at a ball last night and feel tired today. You must excuse me for lying down,” he said.

Soon his voice grew softer. His eyes dropped and gradually closed completely. He appeared to have fallen asleep.

In his movements, his smoking jacket had become drawn upwards, revealing the lower part of the fork of his trousers, withholding the fabulous treasures within. How I longed to touch them; I could do so by stretching my hand out, but could I dare to make the attempt?

If only I could be sure he would not awake, I would go so far. I gazed into his face, but to all eyes, he was sunk in slumber. Assured now, I put my fingers on his ankle. Still no movement, and feeling more sure, I moved my hand to his calf.

He stirred and I drew back, but he did not open his eyes and the only effect his motion had was to open his smoking jacket so that I could see his body more fully.

My courage soon returned and I let my hands wander gently over his chest. The ripple of muscles under my touch thrilled me, but my heart was not bold enough to investigate further.

Cecil's sleep was so quiet that I left off watching his face. I did not see his eyes open; but as my hand hovered about the crevice of his belly, it was suddenly caught in his. My blood froze at being thus discovered, and I trembled in mortal terror.

He only laughed and said, “Oh you naughty boy! What have you been doing while I was asleep?”

I hardly dared look at him, but when I did, I was overwhelmed by the melting passion he displayed in every feature and my fright evaporated. Though I formed the conclusion at the time, perhaps he feigned sleep to induce me in this act.

“Proceed,” he said. “Imagine I am still asleep, and I will forgive you entirely.”

My blood grew hot at this invitation, and he pressed my hand towards his thighs, hinting to me in the most unmistakable terms to continue. All that Blackie had told me of Cecil came into my mind with a rush, and here at last was the opportunity that I had been anxiously awaiting; and the chance now offered itself to become acquainted at first hand with his masterful charms.

I hesitated no longer, but slowly advanced by hand towards Cecil's cock. I found no obstruction in doing so and suddenly a tremor passed through me as my fingers touched his warm belly and became entangled in the long, soft growth of hair thereon. I groped blindly about in search of further discoveries, and my investigation was successfully met as I felt his cock jump into my hand. It was large and exceptionally well formed.

The next instant I almost gave a cry as I discovered a golden ring looping through the head of Cecil's cock. Cecil looked at my expression of astonishment and smiled slyly.

“Society X!” I exclaimed.

“Ah ha!” he laughed. “I can see Gaston has been telling tales.”

I blushed, not wishing to betray my friend's confidence any further.

“Oh, come now Charlie,” said Cecil, moving closer. “There's no need to worry.” As he spoke, he guided my hand to his wondrous cock. I could not keep myself from looking, and he allowed me to lean forward and feast my eyes on the novel spectacle of his penis ring.

“We call it a Prince Albert Ring,” he said.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped. “Gaston told us about Sir Henry's ring.”

The idea of piercing my own penis sent exhilarated chills of fear and passion down my spine, electrifying my entire being. I was lost to all but the wondrous interest of the moment, and presently I was possessed of a desire to kiss that miraculous ring around his cock.

“Ah Charlie,” Cecil laughed as I pressed my head between his thighs. “I see you have learned more than Latin at school!”

I couldn't answer, for I had taken his formidable cock between my lips and tasted the metal of the gold mingled with the delicious saltiness of his skin. I tickled and nibbled his balls and reached for his anus, lightly teasing the hole with my fingertip. Soon I felt it contract slightly under my touch. His cock lurched, the golden hoop made a tinkling sound against my teeth. I felt Cecil sensuously rubbing my haunches and lightly seeking my own asshole.

As I began to suck harder and harder on Cecil's cock, he pressed my head down so that I might take his member deeper and deeper still in my mouth. All the while he began plunging his finger in and out of my anus, producing the most surging thrusts of pleasure throughout my body.

Just as he was about to spend, I attempted to lift my head from between his open thighs so that I might watch his fountain of spunk issue forth. I was curious to see if the ring would change his emission at all, but Cecil pushed my head down more forcefully, and I took his load in my mouth. His come spurted into my cheeks and trickled warmly down my throat like heated honey.

After a few moments, Cecil had recovered and he finally said, “You are a dear child, Charlie; I was ready at once to take you into my friendship as a comrade of Gaston's, but you would have won your way there without his aid. Never fear for him, my heart is large enough to hold you both – and your other friend too, if he had been here, as well. Now it is my turn, and you shall let me regale myself on your body. I am dying to do so, for one with so loveable a face, must, I am sure, have an equally enchanting form.”

“But will not Gaston be back in a few minutes?” I asked.

“It does not matter. We will prepare a little surprise for him. But tell me, has my young friend ever mentioned me to you?” he went on.

“Oh yes, he has often told me about you, and what a good friend you have been to him,” I replied equivocally.

“You little rogue,” he cried, “I mean has he ever given you a particular account of his visits to me? But I am not fair in asking you. I do not wish you to betray your friend's confidence. It is quite sufficient that I know you and have you with me now. Come with me, and we shall see what we shall see when Gaston returns.”

He took me to his bedroom where he helped me undress, and laid me on the bed.

“Beautiful! Charming!” he exclaimed rapturously, as with burning eyes, he proceeded to devour my body. “You are an angel and I shall feel under an eternal debt to Gaston for giving me this privilege of your acquaintance. My only sorrow is that I will soon have to say farewell to you, but I hope to see you again, when you come to stay with your friend another time.”

He kissed me fervently on the belly and between the thighs and took my cock in his hands, murmuring, “What a ravishing love jewel!”

It was hot and stiff and its erection did not diminish under his caressing touch, while he tickled my balls with a magnetic effect, sending a deep vibration of voluptuousness through my frame. At length he took it in his mouth and sucked it with an ardor that caused me to remember how fond he was of this amusement, according to de Beaupre.

He was in the middle of doing this when we heard Gaston's voice, calling to know where we were.

“Stay here,” said Cecil to me, “I will bring him in.”

He left the room, but almost immediately returned, following by de Beaupre. He gave a look of momentary surprise at seeing me laying naked on the bed, but it quickly changed to a smile, as he glanced from me to Cecil.

“I say,” he cried, “You have been getting on very well together while I have been away. I never thought Charlie would know so well how to pass the time.”

“I don't fancy Charlie is much in need of your assistance, Monsieur,” said Cecil. “And I think I ought to be severe with you, for I am afraid you have been telling tales out of school. But never mind; I will pardon you if only because you brought me such a dear boy. Suppose you undress too. I should like to see you both together like that.”

“All right, I'm ready,” he replied. “It will be a nice prelude to the theater. But you must join us in the same way, Cecil.”

“Indeed Monsieur, you are very overbearing in your demands. However, if it will please you, I will do so; but it is rather for Charlie's sake than for yours.”

They both divested themselves of their clothes, and when they had reduced themselves to utter nudity, Blackie said with surprise, “Cecil you have got a ring like Sir Henry's!”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I got pierced some months ago. It was to commemorate my five year membership of Society X!”

They took their places beside me, Cecil being in the middle. The situation enthralled me and I was transported into the seventh heaven. I could not take my eyes from Cecil and I greedily drank in every detail of his well muscled form, stroking his firm belly, squeezing his strong thighs, and pressing his firm buttocks in my hands, while he in turn, repeatedly kissed me on the lips and sucked my nipples, now and again turning to bestow a corresponding caress on Gaston, while his hands were occupied in devoting soft embraces and titillations to our respective cocks.

“Let us get closer,” he said. “Come towards me, Charlie!” and he turned on his side, facing me. “You, as the guest of the occasion, shall have the post of honor accorded you. Come, dear boy, slide to the middle so that you might have pleasure fore and aft!”

He threw his arms about me and pulled me to him tightly. With Cecil behind me and Gaston in front of me, my instincts told me what to do. Soon I found myself locked between two fires of passion. I immediately began to press the head of my cock into Gaston's bottom as Cecil did the same to mine. Cecil's lustful movements began to coincide with my own as I pushed my cock deeper into Gaston, while Cecil assailed me from behind.

Gaston began to groan with pleasure and I could hear Cecil's cooings of pleasure measuring with my own. Gaston's hole felt hot and tight 'round my cock, and Cecil's forceful thrusts into my own asshole was giving me the greatest excess of pleasure. I gave myself up to a menage a trois with uncontrollable abandon. My emotions were raised to such a pitch that I quickly experienced the hot sensation of a climax approaching. As I finally drenched Gaston's anus with my boiling emission, Cecil's bursting cock spent itself in torrid streams into my own tight hole. I sensed a moan growing deep within my throat as I felt for a moment that my soul, my body, was being eaten up with tongues of living fire as pangs of exquisite delight filled my entire being. At last I fell forward in exhaustion and embraced Gaston, as Cecil embraced me.

In a little while we regained our energies and sat up, but our cocks presented a bedraggled and shrunken appearance, causing Cecil to seize them with little gestures of derision. We could not, however, aspire to such heights of excess as he, and Gaston told him so, in so many words. He dropped his raillery at once and said, “You have both been very good boys, and I have not enjoyed myself so much for months. What a delightful afternoon this has been. I shall not forget it for a long time. You cannot imagine how glorious it was to have your darling bodies in bed with me – the sensation was too lovely to be explained in speech.

We wiped ourselves and then Cecil insisted on sucking me. I was for postponing this, having scarcely yet recovered from my commerce with him, but he pointed out that he would not have another chance, as it would be necessary to get ready for the theater before long, so I had perforce to give way to him.

It made my cock ache a good deal at first, but this feeling wore off with returning voluptuousness, and he kept at his task until he had made it come erect again; but the sensation was too intolerable, every stiffening tremor of the organ sending a deep, shooting spasm through me, and at last I had to beg him to stop.

Cecil ordered dinner to be prepared rather earlier than usual, and while we were partaking of it, he said, “Do you remember, Gaston, that place I took you to once, Society X? I dare say Charlie knows all about it too, but I will not embarrass you by asking whether he does.

“Well, there is a special meeting there a week from today, and if you like, I will take you both. No Gaston, you will not need to pose again as my little brother! The meeting I speak of is one of a particular kind, and is not of frequent occurrence. I would take great pleasure in bringing you both to this event of ours. I am allowed to bring lads with me, but you see, it is necessary that they should be well born and attractive and also discreet. Now I can vouch for you as all three, so the rest is easy. Our rendezvous is not the place you know, Gaston, on this occasion, but a villa in the environs.

“The new guests always present themselves in costume, but I will make all arrangements of that sort. You shall come and see me tomorrow and I will take you to a dressmaker. He will see to everything that you want.”

We spent a pleasant evening at the theater where the scenery and singing charmed me very much, although I could not follow the words to any great extent. On coming out, Cecil took us to supper at a restaurant not far away, and then drove us home and, bidding us goodbye, requested that we should come and see him at noon the next day.