Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Six By Jay Roberts Gay Historical
In the hotel lobby I stopped before proceeding to the lift as I was attracted by a small store offering toiletries. Men rarely worn a scent although bay rum was always a choice, however I wanted something more to use for my appointment within the gold door.
The salesman was dressed in stripped pants and a swallow tail coat, gray vest and cravat, very impressive. He saw me opening up the top of a decoratively molded bottle of scent.
In an accent that would do well if executed by a member of parliament he said, "You have fine taste sir, that is our finest cologne."
"Isn't Cologne a city in Germany?"
"True and it is named after that city and this one is called 4711. We imported it years before the war so you may have no worry about that."
I bought the bottle I had opened though it was rather pricey, but later, as I dressed and rubbed the mixture over my young body I knew it was a magic elixir for it made me randy. Yes I was a randy Randy.
After having a tea and six small cucumber sandwiches in the lobby tea spot I checked the large clock there. It was now coming on to eight o'clock and I hastened across the Circus to that green door and up the stairs to the right and sure enough, there was the gold door.
Before grasping the knocker I stared at it. It was curiously fashioned and on closer examination I realized that it consisted of two male figures in sexual opposition so that one might think of them as the number six and nine.
The door itself was not pained gold but rather it was gold leafed. What elegance, but it would hardly compare to what I would find inside at I grasped the two sucking figure door knocker and allowed it to fall against the door. Almost immediately the door was thrown ajar by George, now attired as a servant in a white brass buttoned jacket.
He bowed respectfully a gesture I hardly deserved unless he know something I did not.
"His lordship will be with you shortly. He asked that you await him in the library."
As I walked to that room I realized the poshness of this place. It was rather as dreamed of gentlemen's club, one of costly furnishings. Burnished leather and fine paintings were quickly glimpsed as I entered the fine library. Beside me George could see how impressed I was.
"His Lordship owns several other clubs. This one serves as his headquarters."
"I see, but where are the gents?"
"Silly boy," he said lapsing into his lisping voice, "That class never ventures out until ten at night. They spend the early evening with the noble family, then off for fun."
"Then you are not his boss but rather he is your boss."
"Naturally, I never said that I was superior to him. What ever gave you that idea," he said testily, then haughtily glided out.
What a shit he was, I thought as I impatiently awaited the Marquis, now having assumed his correct position. All I had been told before, at least most, were lies...why?
Finally, just about when I almost fell asleep in the soft downy cushions of my luxurious chair I heard the squeak of legless Marquis's cartwheels. Then he entered, pushing with his hands but much was different.
Yes, the wagon had been replaced with a black silk covered with gold metal fittings and himself was dressed in full evening clothes...of course his upper body...poor fellow but that famously beautiful face was in tact and already casting a spell on me.
" Business before pleasure and there will be pleasure to come. I have demoted George to be the manager of this one men's club. He will take orders from.....you."
"Me, or rather I," being a swell already.
"Yes, I've been looking for an assistant for over a year. You have the brains and the looks do no harm in making you successful either. I know you can recruit lovely blokes to amuse our gentlemen and you have the natural sexual allure to convince them to change their life and go for the money, to put it kindly. Less kindly would be to refer to them as playthings for the rich."
I thought it over. It was perfect for me. I had no money either and I had no plans. This would, at least for the present, insure a rich life with plenty of sexuality."
"But...." he said loudly.
"But?" I knew there was a but in it. "What is it?"
"Do you know the story of Beauty and the Beast?"
"Surely, you think me uneducated. Beauty falls in love with the Beast and in the climatic scene, she kisses him."
"Kissing meant fucking I am sure. Can you a beauty for sure how sex with the beast. I am the legless beast. Come to me."
The last words were said softly. I was repelled by his stumps, although I had not seen them as yet, but I was entranced with his facial aspect, so lovely, so noble.
I got down on the floor on my front and wiggled toward the cart like a snake until my face was in the drapery that hid his stumps. I felt a generous cock there and I kissed the fabric and tried to grasp the hardness with my lips. I heard moaning from above me and I began to join the sound so complete was my passion.
Suddenly the Marquis pushed the cart backwards and away from me. I lifted myself to sit on my arse with face wreathed in a questioning look.
"Why do you stop me?"
"Because you have already proved your natural nobility. You were willing to have sex with the beast."
Then to my profound amazement he put two hands on either side of the cart and pushed. As he rose his legs were revealed having been hidden in the lower portion of the cart. He now gained a standing position. He was about my height and now as a whole person his beauty was amplified a hundred fold.
I rushed toward him and placed my avid lips against his and we hugged tightly to each other, our pricks hard against each others lower belly's. We kissed a long time and our tongues slid into languid action gradually becoming more urgent.
"Stop," I said, "Or I shall finish inside my trousers."
He laughed and ruffled my light brown hair. "You are so wonderful and a many faceted sexual. Now the moment arrived. This is in the way of an initiation. I request that you undress and then face the red leather couch and bent over it exposing your nether region. I intend to fuck the hell out of you. Then, only then will you attain the exalted second in command position."
I made no move to undress. I walked to where he was standing. "Sir, I have fucked a few fellows. They seem entranced with it but I have never put myself at the bottom of the fucking. It seemed to be too womanish."
If that is your decision I will accept it but it means that you will never see me or this place again. In fact, if I see you around Piccadilly, you will face arrest."
I'm sure that was true. The bobbies are an army to protect the rich and powerful.
I had already begun to walk slowly toward the door but when he stated the dismal fact of never seeing him again I realized that I was in love with the young noble. I knew that my life, at least at this time, was intertwined with his.
I walked back into the room and stood at the red couch and began to disrobe. I could hear the sign of satisfaction coming from the Marquis as I obediently bent over.
My backside was on display. I heard him lock the door and then a breeze from his undressing movement swept across my arse and the flesh around my hole pulled in from fear and perhaps longing.
I felt his hands on my butt cheeks then suddenly I tensed and cried out a long, deep groan as I felt his tongue begin to circle the flesh at my arse hole. It circled and lapped. Each tongue swipe deepened my desire to be entered and used.
He reached under me and his hand began flicking my left nipple as if I were a girl. I felt the electric charge run straight to my ball sac.
On and on went the stimulation until I began to long for giving up all selfhood and submit to his desires. Finally I choked out, "Please enter me."
He chucked and slapped my butt in a lad to lad way and then I felt his smooth hands hold me one on each hip and then the ramrod was at the drawbridge.
He pushed gently but my arse ring closed tight although I wished him to come in. He slapped my muscular arse cheek with a resounding noise and my hole ring relaxed and he began to enter, inch by inch.
His prick had a thick blunt head and as the head moved deeper it opened the way for the whole cock to follow. It must have been long,, maybe eight inches as it seemed to fill me completely. I felt like I was impaled on a flag pole.
My dignity gone now I cooed with girlish pleasure and wiggled my comely butt in pleasure.
"Oh sweet boy, I knew you'd love it and be a slave for me to fuck you. Once I master a boy, he is mine to command forever."
I was his, no doubt as I whispered "Yes."
That seemed to charge him up to new vigor hend he began pulling back, almost out and then slamming in. I loved it. I howled with deep excitement and met his thrusts with my own as I rocked on my knees pushing American butt toward him to engender more contact.
Suddenly, though I had quite forgotten my own cock, it began to leap in dry orgasm, stimulating my balls to let the sperm expel itself. I moaned in powerlessness to reach my completion. Somehow the largeness of his prick shut off the trigger.
He must have sensed it and took my prick in hand and wanked me vigorously and pushed me over the edge of orgasm. My cock seemed to pull inward and then elongated and spewed streams of my essence toward my face, soaking my cheeks and hair.
My lurching and cuming as well as the clamping of my arse ring massaged the beautiful Marquis in reaching his climax. He shouted out that he was cuming and then fell into a cum sog of mewls and cries that almost caused me to cum a second time.
He wiggled and jumped as he discharged and the quantity forced him to slide out still shooting.
He collapsed on top of my back and panthe ted out, "Randy, it could be that the fucked one gained ascendance over the seducer. We must do this again, today,please."
His reaction tempered my feeling of embarrassment over being an enthusiastic fuck boy.
We cuddled on the couch, naked and sharing many kisses. At last I rose reluctantly and began to don my clothes. "There is still time to get to the steps of the statue.
When I was dressed I stopped and kissed him once more and then made my way to the place where my adventure began. I saw several likely boys and looked up at Eros. I would swear the right bronze eye winked.
End of story