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

CHAPTER VIII. LORD HARRY

My stay in France soon came to an end and I cannot recall to mind anything else worthy of note.

A few days before leaving we went down to the family's country seat at Langusdoe. Here I met Gaston's grandfather on the maternal side, the old Prince de Foix. He was verging on eighty and had seen many vicissitudes in his time, but was still erect of bearing and picturesque figure with his long white moustache and thick mane of white hair.

He was an ardent Royalist and Catholic and in his declining years devoted himself entirely to these interests, taking no part in social life; but he was very gracious in his manner towards me and nourished an affection for Gaston, hoping he would prove a worthier successor to his dignities than the Prince, of whose abilities and tastes he had rather a poor opinion, judging from one or two remarks of a slightly sarcastic nature which I heard him utter.

I must also mention that the Prince gave an entertainment before I left Paris, and among the guests were some members of Society X as well as Cecil. They smiled at me in a friendly way when I was introduced, but let fall no hint with reference to our previous encounter.

My visit came to an end at last, and I took farewell of my newly found friends with genuine regret. Cecil traveled with us to London, but there I left for Wodbury to spend the last two days of my vacation at home. The reaction from the liveliness of the past weeks was great, but happily I had not to suffer it long, and the morning of my departure for school soon broke.

I had a letter from Rutherford requesting me to look out for him at Bristol, where I had to change trains. As my train drew up, I saw him on the platform and I jumped out and ran towards him. His face lighted up with great pleasure as he greeted me, but he stopped my flow of words and suggested that we should secure our seats before starting to talk. We quickly dispatched a porter to look after our belongings and after choosing a compartment, settled ourselves down to talk. I had such a lot to tell my friend that it occupied a considerable portion of our journey, and he complimented me on the good use I had made of the last part of my holidays.

All was excitement at the school and everyone was eager to relate the adventures he had gone through during vacation.

When we gained the dormitory, we showed interest in surveying one another's appearance after our long separation. The intervening weeks since we had parted added a modicum of development to our bodies, and indeed, we took great pleasure in holding ourselves up for inspection. Bob's growth was most dramatic, and we could not help but run our hands over each dazzling element of his most recent burst of maturity. His neck had thickened, bringing about him a more manly air, and his waist had widened somewhat and was now stacked more densely with solid muscle under an even broader and thicker chest. Even Bob's member seemed to me a good deal larger than before, and I was sorely tempted to take it just there and then, even before the others had a chance to show off their own.

Duke had retained his boyish charm and mischievous demeanor, but he was taller still now, lean and lanky with the touch of a new air of poise about him. He stripped with little hesitation at all and was proud to display an uncanny sausage of a cock, grown perhaps a full inch in the short months which had kept us apart.

“We have all of us grown and put on some pounds,” grinned the Duke Jimmy, “but it seems I have done most of my growing down the inseam of my trousers, haven't I?”

“That you have indeed, Jimmy,” laughed Bob, who then turned and jabbed the nude and reclining de Beaupre playfully about the soft of his belly. “You seem to be in good health, Blackie, and quite well-fed at that. No doubt it's all that pampering dealt you by that Parisian royalty you've been running 'round with.”

“Shut up, Rutherford!” giggled Blackie, as he pushed away Bob's prodding fingers. “Besides, Master Powerscourt and I have bent our tastes more toward golden-skinned Adonises than bonbons. Isn't that right, Charlie?”

De Beaupre winked at me, revealing a tiny and teasing facet of our adventures together to the others, a tantalizing hint of the stories yet to come. The mere thought of that night with Society X, when combined with my gazing at Blackie with fresh eyes, renewed my heat and enthusiasm for the night's coming activities. Though his body was still etched in muscle, Bob in a way was correct. There was a fresh, voluptuous fleshiness about Blackie as his breast and arms and thighs were now filling out to their final masculine form. The salacious curve of his waist now bore the first signs of his insatiable appetite for fine foods and wines, and his formerly flat belly came perilously close to appearing plump over the thick tube of his cock and his large, down-covered balls. Still the same, he was truly all-together mouth-watering to me.

“Come here, Charlie,” said Bob presently. “I'm dying to feel your hand on me again. It seems like ages since we were last together like that.”

I had no objection and advanced to where he was laying on the bed with pride in my own form. My work with Joe back home had yielded a firm and well-defined youthful image to my body, which had softened little during my time with de Beaupre.

“You look fabulous, Charlie,” said Bob, as if in response to my very thoughts. “I am growing hard simply gazing at you.”

Taking his cock in my fist, I drew down the skin and moistened it with my tongue lingering over the operation, which came with a pleasing freshness to me, not having seen or touched Rutherford's member for so long. At length I started to rub it sharply.

I watched as keenly as ever the sight of the swelling purple head, as it was covered and uncovered by the movement of my hands and it fascinated me just as much as it had done on the very first occasion when I had devoted myself to a similar task with Rutherford. He was enjoying it too, and gazed at me with a smile as I went on with the work.

“You haven't forgotten how to do it since you were away,” he said, “but I dare say you have been practicing with Blackie very often, haven't you?”

I laughed and replied, “Well of course, we had to keep ourselves up to the mark, you know.”

Washing Bob's cock with my tongue, I took him far into my mouth and then back into the tightness of my throat, just as Cecil had taught me to do. Bob gasped and buckled beneath my lascivious movements, and fairly soon he released a rush of spend which poured swiftly down my gullet.

“Now it is your turn,” he said, and I took the place which he vacated, gladly suffering him to allay my voluptuous sufferings and desires.

Blackie and the Duke were similarly engaged across the chamber, and watching de Beaupre's broadened and tanned body entwined with the smooth, white corpus of the lean Jimmy Marmot proved exhilarating. I was brought to a marvelous and delicious spend. Indeed, not a one of us did get into our beds until all had received a taste of blissful joy.

I do not intend to say much about the events of this term, and can only state that it was not less pleasant to me than the one preceding it. There were not many changes among the pupils. Two new juniors had come in, but with these we had no concern. Davenport had left and there were few regrets expressed at this. Lacy still remained and we kept our friendliness with him.

Before the close of the term, Jimmy wrote to Lord Harry Marmot, and received in reply an invitation for the whole four of us to spend the Christmas vacation with him at his place in Northcumberland, Hebworth Castle. I obtained the desired permission from my father, and it was arranged that as soon as the term was over, I should proceed to Lord Harry's.

At the last moment however, both Bob and the Duke were asked by their people to spend Christmas day at home, while Jimmy's mother also wished de Beaupre to come home to her. I found myself rather awkwardly placed. I did not want to go hither alone and did not want to go home. Rutherford said I could come with him and sent a telegram to Lord Harry explaining the situation. He wired back asking if I could not come by myself, as he should like some one of us to go to him, he being quite alone.

“Why don't you go, Charlie?” said Bob. “That would settle everything nicely. You won't have to wait long for us, and I know my cousin will make you feel at home. It seems a shame that he should be kept all by himself waiting for us.”

Thus urged, I agreed to the proposal and acquainted Lord Harry with my decision. He sent a further telegram asking me to acquaint him with what train I should come by, which I did. At the commencement of the holidays, I started off alone on the long journey to the North, having impressed upon my friends that they must join us as soon as possible.

It was late and quite dark when I reached the little station where I was to alight, and I did not feel in very good spirits after the prolonged and chilly journey. A tall man, muffled up in a thick overcoat and with a tweed cap pulled down over his eyes, stood on the platform and as I got out, he came towards me.

“Master Powerscourt, I presume?”

I replied in the affirmative and he held out his hand saying, “How do you do? I am very pleased to meet you. I seem to know you quite well, after all that my cousin Bob and that young scamp Jimmy, have told me about you. But come along now.”

I was greatly warmed by his friendly person and even more warmed by his very striking appearance.

As the carriage stopped, a door was flung wide open, letting a flood of light upon the scene. We stepped out and made our way to the door, the tall towers and buttresses of the castle looming hugely before us in the uncertain dimness of the night.

As we entered, a gigantic black man carefully closed the door and we went up a steep stone staircase, which led to a spacious vestibule with groined roof and a pavement of stone flags, all in good repair, but quite bare of furniture.

However, when we had gone through a pair of double doors, the scene changed and I found myself in a tall ceilinged corridor, thickly carpeted and lighted with foliated casements of painted glass, with antique benches and armories, horns and skins and stands of armor and weapons here and there.

“Welcome to Hebworth,” exclaimed Lord Harry, flinging off his cap and coat, and now that he had removed these and was in the light, I was able to take stock of him better.

He was under thirty, I fancied, and the absence of a moustache gave him a still more youthful appearance. He had a look of kindly sympathy in the long lashed, hazel eyes that showed his nature to be foreign to the cruel callousness of the habitual roue.

“You must be tired and hungry after your long journey, Charlie,” he said presently. “Go have a wash and in the meantime I will have something got ready for you to eat. Peter will show you the way.”

The butler conducted me to a dressing room where I freed myself from the stains of travel, and when I had done so, I returned to the salon. Lord Harry awaited my appearance and at once took me to a room nearby. A table near the hearth was laid with an appetizing meal.

When I had finished, the table was cleared by Peter, assisted by another black man, equally as gigantic. Lord Harry saw me observing them, and when they had gone out, he said, “They are two very good fellows indeed and devoted to me. I hired them in South Africa a year ago, and they have been with me ever since. I call them Peter and Paul as their African names are too cumbersome for ordinary use.”

A little while passed in silence and then he beckoned me to him.

“You are very friendly with my two relatives, are you not, Charlie? Both of whom have mentioned you in the warmest way in their letters, so I know the intimacy must be an exceedingly close one. They have doubtless spoken to you of me, and have, I am sure, told you that I am extremely fond of boys and like to see them in the utmost freedom possible.

“Now, would it be too much to ask you to reveal yourself to me in a state of beauty unadorned?”

I took the hint, when he announced that the room was warm enough to undress, and slowly unfastened my garments, while he sat with watching eyes. I did not especially like the idea, as after all, he was an entire stranger to me, but I was impelled by the subtle influence he exercised upon me to carry out his wish.

He made me go on till I stood in uttered nakedness before him. When he had a good survey of my body, he rose, apologized for having troubled me, and thanked me in the most gracious terms. Drawing up a large, broad couch near the fireplace, he directed me to lie on this at full length and bending down, gave me a warm wine-like kiss, full on the lips.

He then went to a cabinet from which he took out a book and, giving it to me, bade me read it out loud to him. The request combined with my condition created a feeling of reserve in my mind, but I could not well decline to do as I was asked, and taking the book, I opened it at the beginning and began to read while Lord Harry took his place on a low stool at the foot of the couch.

The volume proved to be an erotic romance of the most lurid description, and as I got through the first few paragraphs, the whole situation so affected me that my face burned anew, and a shiver, almost of compunction, ran through me.

My companion put out his hand and gently began to toy with my cock, so that I stopped reading, and closed the book. I glanced with open eyes of dismay at him.

“Do please go on,” he said with a winning smile and a whole world of sweetness and persuasiveness in his dark eyes.

I felt thoroughly subdued and continued with the reading of the book, while he went on with the utmost nonchalance in the fingering of my asshole, as he also toyed with my prick.

I was conscious of another sensation, and a momentary glimpse showed me that he was bending over me and had taken my cock in his mouth. Had it been Rutherford or any other of my friends, I should not have experienced anything but pleasure, but my host's friendship was so short that my horrified wonder at his procedure was indescribable. A shudder passed through my frame, but he was either unconscious of this, or took no notice of it, for he went on with his self imposed task with much zest, drawing the skin back to its fullest extent, and sucking and rolling his tongue 'round the knob with voluptuous relish, varying this by taking the whole member between his lips, or licking my balls and thighs.

My cock had up to the present been in its limpest state, but by degrees the shock wore off, the lubricity of the book began to interest me, a feeling of curiosity to know more of its contents grew on me, infecting my body with the indefinable sensibilities of passion, while the blood grew warmer in my veins.

This revivification communicated itself into my cock, and it began to stiffen, at which sign he coaxed it with his hands with the utmost persistence till it enlarged and erected itself with more than usual firmness. As soon as this confirmation had been attained, my companion began again caressing it with his lips and tongue with greater avidity than ever, kissing and sucking and licking the distended knob with the utmost fervency, while with his hands, he tickled and titillated my balls and thighs, and pressing open my legs, pushed one finger into my bottom hole. I was in a fever of mingle discomfort and excitement. My voice grew husky.

The finger penetrated so far up my hole and worked about so much in the interior regions as to hurt me, while an occasional pressure of Lord Harry's teeth on the head of my cock, and the force with which he every now and then pressed back the prepuce caused me some little pain, which ultimately yielded to pleasure.

This scene continued for some time, till my awakening lust conquered all other emotions. At length, a sudden glow of irresistible delight surged through me, giving promise of something yet more pleasurable to follow. My cock throbbed and grew stiff, sensible of which, my host applied himself to sucking it with still greater insistence, while his hands worked on my balls and in my asshole with feverish quickness.

The fires of voluptuousness flamed still fiercer in my veins, and my body writhed under the influences of this current of licentiousness. My voice faltered; it seemed as if I could hear no more, and the resistance within was forced aside.

I felt a series of throbs and thrills of inconceivable, yet almost agonizing pleasure shoot through me, while my cock leaped with uncontrollable vehemence and discharged liquid gushes from its end into the mouth of Lord Harry, who sucked it with all his might, causing me an excruciating though exquisite rapture, so that it was beyond endurance. I could see no more to read. My head fell back nervelessly and I gasped and groaned as my fingers clutched the book convulsively, almost tearing it. He looked up with insinuating glances and requested me to go on reading.

Feeling compelled to obey, I picked up the book again and forced myself to ignore the deep agitation which shook my frame. I began in as calm a tone as I could manage, while my cock ached and smarted and tingled under his tongue and lips. The flesh 'round the root palpitated, my balls hung down poignantly sensitive, and my intestines twisted in an interior travail. But I read on, half in a dream.

It was not until I had finished another two chapters that Lord Harry desisted from his attentions. At last he got up, took away the book and brought a warm dressing gown, which he told me to put on.

When I had done so, my host said it was time to retire and took me to a very large bedroom with a huge fire blazing merrily in the fireplace, and sent a pleasant warmth throughout the apartment. I looked for my night attire, but he said I would not need it, and made me get into the large and luxurious bed quite nude. I was not likely to be cold, as above the embroidered silk counterpane there was a thick down quilt, and a coverlet of soft, warm fur over that.

It was evident that my host intended to sleep with me, for he began to disrobe and when he had divested himself of everything, he too, got into bed.

Turning back the bedclothes so that I was fully exposed, he started to osculate me all over, kissing repeatedly and with the utmost fervency my breast, thighs, shoulders, neck, cheeks, arms and legs, sucking my toes, tickling my back, groin and belly with his tongue, licking my feet, hands and face, imprinting labial caresses all over me. He found out all the most sensitive parts, under the arms, the nostrils, the ears, the soles of my feet, the palms of my hands, the throat and the inner part of the thighs, and lavished unbounded philanderings on the smooth rotundity of my buttocks, kissing and mumbling them all over, licking with ardor. Finally pressing the cheeks apart so as to obtain better scope, he stretched open the bottom hole with his fingers and inserted therein the tip of his tongue, making me squirm with the peculiar sensation thus created.

When at last he had satisfied himself with all this, he put me flat on the bed and knelt over me in the opposite way, so that his thighs came above my face. Directing me to follow his example, he began to suck my cock again. I hesitated to do likewise.

I took hold of his erect member and applied my lips to it. It seemed impossible that I should get it into my mouth, it was so large, but after the first moment's repulsion, I quickly warmed to the work, and sucked and tickled it with my tongue as well as I knew how.

Lord Harry was doing his best to rouse my cock, which had lapsed into inertness, into new vigor, rubbing it with his hand, sucking the top and working one finger in and out of my bottom hole, while I, in return, caressed his balls and posteriors with my hands.

He was raised to a considerable pitch of excitement, and his cream was not long in approaching. When it came, he pressed his thighs and belly closer to my face, so as to prevent me from moving my head away, and in another minute my mouth was filled with a tremendous charge of hot, thick cream, which shot down over my tongue and palate and throat, almost choking me, and of course being in the position I was, I had to swallow it. But this only added to my own pleasure.

My member was beginning to rise to the occasion, but in a somewhat halfhearted way, so when the last drop from his weapon had gone into my mouth, he changed his position and, kneeling down by the side of me, worked my cock up and down with his hand in a rapid manner, at the same time tickling my balls and bottom with his disengaged hand.

The process proved rather protracted, but Lord Harry's energy was tireless and at last he attained his goal. My member was sore and inflamed from its first effusion, and pained and smarted particularly when now and then he gave it a little suck, while the continual pulling down of the skin as far as it would go hurt me a trifle, but again my discomfort soon began to give way to pleasure.

Presently, the same glow of voluptuousness as before spread over me, the thrills of vital electricity were once more shooting through my frame. I heaved and writhed and clenched my hands together, my breath came in short gasps, and he bent down and commenced to suck my cock with all his force, my whole body was drowned in a flood of sensuality, my head fell back with upturned eyes, and I sank into a swoon brought on by the intolerable pleasure of my physical sensations, prefacing this lapse of consciousness by a smothered groan and cry.

When I came to, I found that Lord Harry had risen and was regarding me with interest, but on seeing that my senses had returned, he lay down beside me and with all a lover's ardor, clasped me to him. He kissed me and forced my mouth open with his tongue, making it stay there till our saliva mixed.

He held me thus for some time and then caused me to turn 'round. When laying close to me, he put his cock between my legs and commenced to go to work gently in a backward and forward movement, while with one hand he took hold of my member and worked it softly up and down, an action which caused me some unpleasantness, as it ached and was sore after its recent experiences, but I said nothing, being curious to ascertain how my host will continue.

This went on for a period and then Lord Harry's movements became rather more brisk, until at last he emitted a copious flow, which bathed my thighs with warm fluid while he rubbed it with his hand over my balls, cock and belly.

After this I was permitted to compose myself for slumber, which I was not sorry for. Lord Harry did not seem greatly inclined for conversation, and after a few sentences had passed between us, he recommended me to try to go to sleep.

Lord Harry did not try to prevent me, but until the time that I lost myself in oblivion, I felt my companion's hands caressing me unceasingly all over, but more particularly between the thighs, while ever and anon he imprinted kisses on my back and shoulders and the nape of my neck.