Adventure at the Eros Statue By Jay Roberts Gay Historical
Here I am, sitting on the top step of the Eros Statue, my legs splayed and my bulge showing even though these heavy uniform pants. As you know the young male population of England took a beating in this fucking war. There are legions of girls who will never find a mate and homosexuals will be competing for the rest.
I could experience the male shortage right now. Here is me, handsome young and fit, and in uniform which is an instant passion maker. I see girls pass and smile at me. This is something new for the time when girls used to be demure. But you should see the men! All ages actually stop and say hello and look me up and down like hungry wolves..
I could leisurely glance at the passing parade of men, young and old, secretly with my cap pulled down. It was getting me really steamed up but I wouldn't settle for just anyone.
I had two requirements that were stupidly in conflict. The first was a skinny sailor. Well must English lads were skinny I noticed but occasionally a fatty passed. Now I had a second, perhaps more important need, and that is money. I am munching on a roll that I bought from a cart and this is the only food I had in twenty four hours. It didn't cure my hunger. Then too in the long term I had to get a bath and new clothes and more important, a sponsor. No old one though. This uniform was beginning to stink.
There had been one strange person who had been eyeing me since I put my perfectly formed backside down on this chilly concrete step. He was as beautiful as any male I had ever seen. His features were perfect but his hair was unkempt and had not seen a comb and brush for awhile. But the more unique thing was that he was missing his legs and transported himself with his arms. I did not know about his third leg but he seemed randy enough to stare at me hungrily. He finally rolled up at the bottom of the steps and called up to me.
"Young fellow, yes you on the top step. Move down. I have to tell you something."
I smiled and did as he bid, looking for a bit of diversion to forget my empty belly.
"I have not even a penny to give you. I am as broke as you."
He smiled with perfect teeth and spoke in a rich baritone. "It is I who will aid you pretty fellow."
I laughed. "How might a, pardon, cripple help me?"
"I can put you in on a payroll and earn a handsome fee myself."
The poor fellow must be mad but I remained where I was.
"I'll take what ever funds you have to offer."
"IT is not me but rather my employer. He is a talented photographer and he is looking for comely chaps to shoot, that is by camera. He pays me a bounty for every good looking lad I refer."
Now this was an interesting story, if true.
"How much will I be paid to be photographed??"
"The basic fee is one hundred pounds."
Now I was sure he was a lunatic made crazy by his loss of limbs.
"It is hard to believe that large sum for just posing. Have you sent many?"
"Alas, no one yet. It is only you who fill his requirements. They are strict, but you have the face, the body and the bearing I believe he wants. Are you interested?"
"Most certainly."
This was an event that was almost dreamlike. The odd boy in the cart, his even odder story but in my present state I was willing to be a pawn in this grotesque proceeding. He directed me to an address right here off Piccadilly and suddenly wheeled away rapidly. I though that was suspicious but here I was in front of the green door he described. Odd, I had not noticed it before.
I turned the handle and saw that the was unlocked and opened on oiled hinges. In front of me was a stair case and at the top a frosted glass window with the words, "British Photography Studio".
As I almost reached the top of the steep flight of stairs the glass door was flung open and in the doorway stood a gent. He had a genial round head, bald completely. I noticed his almost obscenely full lips as he smiled and revealed very large white teeth.
"Ah, at last, beauty has come to the beast," he said in a flutey voice and then followed with a cascade of high pitched giggling.
I was not impressed with the fellow but at least he appeared safe and I had no fear of him.
He motioned me in. Now I noticed his attire, very rich. A velvet coat and silk blouse with a flowing red cravat.
He motioned me to sit on a black leather couch. This positioned me In front of a tripod toped with a camera. I had been interested in photography and recognized a costly Pathe 9 MM model.
"Name is George, dear." He peered at me with his hands making a picture frame."The Marquis has done very well, you are exactly what I have been looking for."
"The Marquis?"
"Yes," he said impatiently, "The Marquis of _________________". And he mentioned the name of a noble British family. "They do not feel his condition allows him to carry the name and his younger brother has succeeded him. In fact, his condition precludes carrying anything. Don't you agree?" And he was off, again in the world of giggles.
As he fussed with the camera I sat wondering what was next. I was jolted out of my daze by his voice suddenly sounding authoritative. "Remove your uniform"
"What?" I asked somewhat angrily.
"You don't think I was going to make a portrait of a ragged American dough boy. No dough my boy unless you strip. Ha ha, that's a good one."
I argued with myself for a moment but the hundred pounds won out. I began the slow removal of my uniform. First the web belt that held my gas mask and canteen, then my puttees. My shoes off and then stockings produced a reeking odor from my feet. George noticed it from afar and held his nose.
"You have handsome feet, er, what IS your name?"
"Rand," I said mustering up a sound of pride, difficult with bare feet exposed.
"I shall call you Randy." This followed by such a gale of laughing that the fellow staggered and almost upset his camera setup.
My blouse, shirt, vest, trousers and underwear followed. Now I stood fully revealed. My chest puffed out as I had often regarded myself in the mirror and I was bloody (as the British say) gorgeous.
George was similarly affected. "You are the statue of David come alive!" He said but his reverential tone was somewhat blunted by his rubbing of his crotch.
I stood there, first on one foot, then the other, waiting. He seemed to sense my impatience and hurried to stand behind the camera. And hen he proceeded to shoot many pictures. They were of me in many poses, some quite embarrassing. Bending over and exposing my bung hole, or gasping my full size cock and presenting it to the lens. And there were others, I became numb to his demands and acquiesced to every demand. Remember I was weak with hunger and that coupled with me pride in my appearance prevented any critical thoughts to intrude.
He was giddy with pleasure. He kept intoning, "That's a good chap."
During a pause in his picture taking, as he loaded another film and sat patiently awaiting my money and order to dress and leave, but to my surprise George returned to his position behind the camera and called out: "Righto, time for the big show."
"What show?" I asked in a perplexed voice.
"Why the wank off. Didn't the Marquis explain to you? What do you think the hundred pounds is for, a look at your naked only? For that usually pay five pounds."
"I need that money badly but it is outrageous for you to ask for me to perform an unlawful and sinful act that may occur with young men, but only in private."
"Yes," he giggled, "Isn't it utterly delicious?"
I said nothing. I struggled with the desire to maintain my privacy and dignity but my neediness won out. I tried one more ploy, "How about we settle for fifty pounds and I leave."
"No, no a thousand times no. You agreed and now you must deliver the spooge."
I sighed with resignation and took hold of my soft prick that seemed to be retracted into its most reticent size. I gently waggled it. I used my thumb on the head. I retracted the hood over and over again but there was no response. I looked at George with an expression that signified that I was not able to fulfill the assignment.
"No to worry lad, I will assist you."
I shrunk back against the cushions. George was far from the type who might excite me. He was not good looking nor young. But he was determined in his stride toward the couch. He stood before me and fell to his knees. I was about to bolt from the room, ignoring my nakedness but suddenly my eyes fell on his full lips. They were nice. The seemed to offer pleasure and warmth. I relaxed.
George saw that and breathed out, "That's the lad. Leave everything to me. You will be warmed up shortly and want more from me."
That seemed unlikely but I did notice that my prick had firmed up somewhat in anticipation of those full lips. My breathing had quickened as well.
George's unusually large tongue was unfurled and it surrounded my hardening organ with a wet warm blanket of excitation. I murmured in the beginning of pleasure.
It encircled and circled. Then his mouth opened and his full lips stopped at the ridge just below my cock head. He sucked at the pre cum. I cooperated by emitting more and more pre cum. My treacherous cock had a mind of its own.
Now he slid down the stalk, licking and suckling away as he descended.
"Oh, oh," I grunted and he looked up at me and his lips spread into a smile. Oh hell, he was supremely good at this."
Suddenly he jumped up and ran over to the camera. "I'll set it for automatic, one picture a quarter minute. It should be able to catch you in full orgasm."
I doubled it for now I was recovering a bit and even my cock was less hard but he got back into position and this time his warm hands pumped my cock shaft as his hot mouth and tongue excited on the downstroke.
I wailed in helpless pleasure and he shook his head in encouragement. I tightened that area behind my balls to ensure I woul d not ejaculate and prove his boast that he would accomplished this. But my defenses were gradually overcome and my senses assailed. I was helpless. It was if I were on the crest of a hill and was in danger of sliding but then I began rolling over the cliff and with an animalistic cry I shot two weeks accumulation of cum into his greedy gullet.
"Good work my beauty. George wins again! "
He handed me the money and said, "I must retire to the dark room. Dress and let yourself out.
Do book a hotel room, bathe, then buys some civilian clothes and return to me at this same time in two days."
He was gone. I quickly dressed and left, now a rich boy.
End of Part Two