"Young Lord, Further Adventures, Part Two" By Jay Roberts Gay Historical
Mr. Contrary met James in the entry hall. The old lawyer seemed to scan the young man's face to ascertain whether he had enjoyed sex. He expected so as the young tailor was usually randy he had heard.
"James, you may want to join me in my carriage and I can drop you at your town house. I have booked two rooms in the hotel in which the Club in situated. I thought you might not want to travel back home as it might be late."
"Very kind sir. That sounds fine. Now tell me more about the Club."
"You may not like it. If so leave immediately, but I suspect it will be to your tastes. Most of fashionable males in London are guests at one time or another. Tonight there are three special guest. Three young sailors from the frigate "Indefagable" have been invited. They are youthful and like our sort of play."
Back at the town house James ate a large bowl of soup that the caretaker had prepared. It was so filled with meat and vegetables that it sufficed as a meal. Afterward James stripped to his underwear and crawled under the heavy covers leaving orders to wake him at seven o'clock in the evening.
He was surprised at how quickly he tumbled into a deep slumber and he awoke before seven and put on his clothes. He only had his plain country attire, black trousers and natural linen shirt plus a heavy tweed outer jacket. His new clothes were expected tomorrow.
He heard the clump of horses and it was, as he expected, Mr. Contrary.
They arrived at the hotel that houses the club and at the heavy door a uniformed guard surveyed James' plain clothes with disdain. Mr. Contrary quickly put the officious chap in his place. "This young man is likely of higher status than any one inside the door. He is to be referred to as 'your Grace'.
The poor man blushed and stuttered, then bowed low and they entered. Just inside the door, Mr.Contrary said that he had an appointment in an upstairs chamber left James to discover life at this club of particular tastes.
When the double doors were flung open by the flunky, James was assailed in all his senses by music, a mix of all kinds: pianoforte, guitar, human voices all in a gleeful discordia. Then he spelled the elixirs of a crown of twenty or so, heated up with sexual feeling. Finally his eyes opened wide at the sights. Young men half dressed, some engaging in pre sexual embraces, some were dancing together and the three sailors that Mr. Contrary had referred to were evident. At this moment they were dancing a saucy horn pipe. One of the three, a large, muscular chip with a large blond mustache caught sight of James. His eyes fixed on the young Lord and he grasped his genitals in a sort of rough man to man greeting.
The lad was overflowing with male swagger as he put his large hands on his underwear clad hips and made a licking motion with his tongue. James could feel his prick coming to attention. Others in the room caught this moment and watched as the seaman made his way to the youth and stood before him.
"Hi cabin Boy," He said in a deep voice. "For that what I deem you must be. Come close and kiss me for I am pining for your lips."
James was amused that he was thought to be the lowest person on any vessel and he ought not to tarry with this socially inferior person but the sailor's big muscled arms and round face beckoned. James stepped forward and felt his lips pushing out in need when the large young sailor jumped back. "Does ye London byes never bathe. You stink like a pig pen."
James was stung with the insult. "I wash up often and bath at least once a month."
"Hah, even onboard we swab ourselves daily. It's Royal Navy rules. Go ye to the Roman baths through that door and see me when the barnacles have been scraped off ye."
James followed the big blond's pointed finger to a green door at the end of the revelry room. When the door closed behind him, all was quiet. He saw a tiled hall and doors on each side. Ahead was a room marked 'dressing room' and he entered. Inside there were two youthful persons undressing. He copied them and in a short time all were totally naked. He appraised his companions. One was extremely thin and hairy with a hawk nose and receding hairline, but boasted a soft, long cock of at least five inches in its unexcited mood, lying placidly against a very long sac.
The other was a lad who must exercise regularly. His form was like a V with large shoulders and tiny waist. His full legs were hairless and well shaped. His greatest feature was a luxuriant head of red hair and a noble face. They both feasted their eyes on James smooth pale classic body and beautiful face.
"Where does one bathe?" James asked "I have not been here before."
The Adonis took James slim, smooth arm and drew him along the corridor to a door marked 'steam room'. The other thin lad followed behind. James was sure he felt hot eyes regarding his backside all along the short walk.
Inside it was like a scene from hell. Swirling mists filled the room. There were two others there on tile benches and he sat down on a lower bench as that seemed cooler than the upper ones.
He spread his legs and leaned back to allow the scented steam to envelop him. It made him somewhat drowsy. Through slitted eyes he noticed that the two chaps who had entered with him were across the room and they were engaged in stimulating one lad by rubbing his legs. The boy appeared to be foreign, perhaps Chinese and he smiled lazily permitted the liberties.
Observing this stimulated James mighty cock to rise and his two dressing room companions caught sight of that and soon left off with their prey and came over to where James was sitting.
"Ho!" said the skinny fellow, "What have we here?"
"A mast? A spire? We must verify it."
They set to use their hands on James and soon he felt as if he had been attached by an octopus of stimulation. For the first time he felt a thumb passing over his pale pink nipples and they erected to tiny penises. It made him gasp with pleasure as the sensation traveled down his body and made his prick rise up in stiffness and size.
The two attending boy's were thrilled with the results and their loud breathing overcame the hiss of the steam. Soon they assayed further attack on James who submitted limply. A face, lying on the tile licked his balls delightfully and he lifted his legs to enable that hot tongue most access. That move exposed his hairless arse to view and the handsome one dove down as well to soulfully lick away at James tender ass. That tongue now traveled to the boy's pulsing pucker and licked softly, then with more vigor until it slipped inside.
James was in another world, a wonderful haze of sensation. He was mewling happily hoping this would never end. He spied the other two kids now standing in front of the tableau, each with the other's prick in their hand, wanking away, their young arms about each other.
Suddenly the good looking, well built boy called to his friend, the skinny kid in a gruff voice, "Seldon, he needs to be fucked. Do it!"
James jumped up. "Oh no sirs, I have not done that act nor am I ready to do so now."
But his protest was useless and four strong young men easily placed him in position to be entered. And he soon felt the thin boy's long, small headed penis attempt an entry into his rear passage. He would have been shortly lost his virginity had not the door slammed open and a large, pink, immensely built figure enter and call out in a deep voice, "Unhand that beauty. I saw him first. If he is to be fooked, I will fook him," he said in his North of England accent."
It was the seaman whom had complained about his stink. He now was his rescuer and James came over to him and said, "We may now perform that kiss that you so rudely interrupted.
"Aye lad, I am still pining. But first, I must clear the room."
He braced his arms into a fighting position, his slab of chest muscles bulging. "Now sirs, I believe you are wanted outside this room. So leave...now!"
The four scuttled out rapidly and the seaman came to James side. "I am Jacob, you name pretty boy."
"James."
"Too uppity. I shall call you Jim."
Yes, James like that. It made him feel younger and boyish. He smiled in pleasure and the sight of that lovely mouth and gleaming teeth quite overcame the big sailor. He put his arms around the smaller figure and drew him tight. Next he put a hand on the back of James damp curls and pulled his head forward and kissed those delicious lips.
He pressed deeper. James was sagging with passion and his sweet tongue pushed forward engaging that big one of the sailor. It was as if an electric current was joined and both were lost in the kiss.
Finally Jacob growled. "Now let's proceed with the fook, Jimmy."
James mentally protested but he trusted this big guy and if ever he was going to do it, this was the moment. He signed resignedly and went to the bench and lay on his back and lifted his legs to present his perfect arse to Jacob.
"I shall treat it like a holy object," said Jacob reverently, his eyes blazing in admiration of the curves and hollows, "but later, I shall lose my mind and plow through the seas with vigor."
James was blind with trepidation and powerful desire to be possessed, to feel that fat blunt cock inside him. He only waited a moment for the young tar to tuck James' legs on each side of his hips and move forward to place the head of his cock at the boy's pulsing hole.
"Ah, I see you want this entry. Are you my whore boy?"
James was assailed by the insolence of the seaman yet he meekly replied, "I am your whore, possess me please."
Jacob pushed forward and the ring opened and his cock head slipped inside. James broke out in a sweat and his mouth was drawn up in terror. Jacob saw that and controlled his harsh voice to say sweetly, "Jimmy, be brave, heaven awaits, I promise you."
Still James' worried face remained until Jacob slowly pushed his fat flesh tube into the boy. "Oh this is beyond pleasure," Jacob muttered, "Now I am inside you. Feel my bush against your tender arse." He stayed in that position and watched the lad's face. Gradually his scrunched up face began to relax and to Jacob's laughing delight, James broke into a smile. And more exciting, he pushed against the impaled cock as if he wanted more."
"Yes, do your worst. I want you. I love you for this time."
With a crow as loud as a call of a whale astern, the big boy pulled out and began a heavy fucking. James rode along with him, as the cock slide back and forth, he followed it. The two sang a duet of grunts and calls and curses until Jacob suddenly said, "You devil, I cannot hold back as I usually do, you are too wonderful. I am spilling. You are now ready. You crave what I have and can give.
In truth James wanted ready. He needed a few more minutes of this great pleasure to come to orgasm, but the big boy was at his end, he reared loudly and began to spew with such force and quantity that James felt it in his innards. He tried hard to orgasm with his fuck mate but he was just not ready. He let the great spurts come in him and held on to the lad's waist until the storm was over.
Jacob never noticed that James didn't cum with him. He was splayed out on the bench totally wiped out. James kissed him on his damp forehead and quietly left the steam room. As he walked further along the corridor he saw a door marked Grill Room. He entered.
A white coated chief stood behind a counter with cold snacks displayed. There was a whole bird and potatoes as well as a sign advertising ale. He ordered a tidy feast and consumed it rapidly. Wiping his mouth and burping quietly he exited.
Outside the Grill Room he encountered the lad who with his friend had been one of the audience witnessing James sporting in the steam room. It was the Chinese lad.
"Do you fancy a massage," he asked.
"What is that?"
"It's the most wonderful feeling of being carressed without sex," and he assed very softly, "In most cases."
It sounded like a restful way to end this adventuresome night and he consented. He was led into a small room with only a small table of bottles and a single cot.
The Chinese boy removed the towel that had been wrapped around his slim waist. "I find it better for both of us to be naked for the best effect."
James lay down on the sheet covered cot and closed his eyes.
End Part Two