"Young Lord, Further Adventures, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Historical
His pretty arse was up to view, two curt cheeks, dimpled and smooth. The boy whispered in his ear. "Your name? Mine is Lee."
"James," he said, but just speaking that name was an effort, he was so relaxed as that short time before profound sleep.
"You are moving into that state that gives you the best of my massage, but you may prefer a profounder state. Here smell this elixir I am holding."
He held the bottle in front of James' nose and he dutifully inhaled. Almost immediately he felt all his muscles loosening and dark mist beclouded his eyes. Also a strong horniness played up and down his body and his large prick stiffened and caused his position to be uncomfortable.
"This lotion is made from a flower that is only found at the base of the Great Wall."
Lee grasped James body and turned him over as if he were a lifeless rag doll. Lee's jewel like eyes glinted in surprise as the penis was up and stiff, pointing ceiling ward and pulsing with randiness.
James opened his bright blue eyes and smiled at the sight of this lovely tan boy's lithe body attending to him. The boy's small white teeth were also smiling at the pleasure of seeing James so aroused.
"Would you like me to run my hands up and down your spire?"
James, hardly able to reply with the effects of the drug, squeaked, "Do it."
The Chinese boy, his hand slick with the oily elixir, grasped the thick organ and squeezed it firmly. James groaned loudly. His groans became helpless cries as those trained hands slid up and down, from the base to the head. A thumb passed over his cock head at each upward pass. A second hand tenderly lifted the youthful ball sac and stroked the sides.
The drug hastened his reaching the pinacle and a thin steam of fragrant male essence spurted high into the air like from a whale's blow hole. James hips had lifted and were in readiness for another fountain of spray, and three more erupted. Lee was in a hilarious mood as he giggled and laughed at the result of his efforts.
Finally James' hips lowed and rested again on the table. His heavy breathing began to subside. He tried to rise but his body was still under the influence of the mysterious drug. Lee patted James chest. "Don't try so hard. I will release you now by a whiff of antidote."
He placed a drop of another liquid on a cloth and brought it to the pretty boy's nose. James sniffed it and immediately was able to raise his arms, then sit up, and finally stand.
"I must get dressed and find my solicitor, Mr. Contrary who is here in the hotel."
"May I suggest and nice hot soapy shower to remove the oils and leave you as clean and fragrant as a new baby."
In the shower James cleaned his body and shampooed his hair. The soap was perfumed and when he finished, the warm thick towels were an added luxury. He found that they had washed his clothes during his time in the Roman Spa. He donned them, feeling a new man.
There was a note for him at the entry desk. Mr Contrary was having breakfast and might he, James, join him."
He found Contrary in a relaxed, pleasant mood which attested to enjoyment he had that night. "Yes, I always take the prostate massage from Julius, a giant East Indian. He knows the right spots." He sighed in remembrance.
After the short breakfast of fried fish and biscuits, the two entered the waiting carriage and settled down with their own thoughts for the half hour trip. When they entered the house they found that the tailors had delivered James new clothes.
He clapped his hands in delight. There was a three piece tweed hunting suit in shades of green and brown, but the formal stripped pants and long coat was his favorite. Two day time suits were enclosed and to his amazement his House of Lords red cloak with ermine trimming.
Mr. Contrary advised that it had belonged to the old Duke who had retired over twenty years earlier but it had been preserved until today The solicitor bid the young Lord goodbye and James retired for a nap.
He awoke at four in the afternoon and rang for the major domo. He asked for high tea and decided to redress himself in his old clothes and take a stroll after tea. He did not want to attract attention with the new splendid attire. His old clothes gave him the look of a handsome country boy.
His house was a short walk to Trafalgar Square and he continued until he stood under the statue of a sea hero. Now James did not know that this square and this statue was a place to make a silent request for a liaison with another man. Several dandies saw James innocently going to that position. They carefully edged closer to engage the boy's attention. James were glowing with sight of so many attractive males and he smiled in a friendly fashion at each of them. He did not feel obliged to further this friendliness until a uniformed lad with excellent mustaches moved directly to his side.
"Hello handsome country boy. Are you free this evening?"
The uniform, James recognized, was that of a guardsman and the tight trousers presented his weapon, other than his sword, in a provocative fashion.
"Why no not at all. I am just taking the air before choosing a restaurant and then to bed, sir."
"To bed? That sounds intriguing. Do you have a bed in a private place nearby?"
"Yes, my house. Why do you ask?"
"I am fair in love with you though my eyes just lit upon you. I long to lie with you in your bed sans attire. What think you of that proposition?"
James breathing began to deepen. "Though I am a bit hungry, the thought of food recedes to be replaced by another hunger."
The guardsman flashed his white teeth under his mustache with his very full lips on display. "I would like to slack that hunger. I can give myself to you with pleasure. Shall we off to your humble dwelling."
As they walked, James introduced himself, the guardsman also as Jack. Soon they reached the town house. "Do you board in this excellent dwelling."
James blushed, "In fact, it is mine."
Jack's eyes opened up. He had been accustomed to supplementing his small income through favors from friendly 'clients'. It seemed to him that this lovely boy would provide fabulous sex as well as monetary rewards.
As soon as they entered, Jack grasped James slim body and kissed him soundly, the fuzzy mustache adding an extra excitement to the rash embrace. James parted breathing heavily and the crafty Jack was pleased that he could engender such a reaction. It bode well for the time he would spend.
"Where is a private place?" Jack asked impatiently. "We have games to play."
James was beside himself with impatience to get into flesh against flesh contact with this paragon of sexuality. He sensed that the young military fellow had a dangerous streak in him and that only added to the stew.
"Up this way," James said, realizing that he was almost weaving drunk with desire. Pausing in front of the door, he said, "This is my room. No one will disturb us."
They entered and James wantonly took off his clothes and carelessly through them across the room. He stood there, a picture of young innocence. His thickening cock laying lie to it.
Jack laughed at the impetuosity and no doubt suggested that he was the power in the room. He sat on the bed and commanded, "Boy, remove my boots."
James obeyed and he also slid off the cotton stockings to reveal a heavily black haired leg and even some hairs on the instep of the nicely shaped foot. His hands shook in passion.
"If you like them, lick them."
James leaned forward and took the big toe into his sweet lips. It was bitter tasting from being incased in the boots but soon he grew to love the flavor. If that toe was a penis it would have long since discharged its spunk bot James sucked so hard.
"Easy boy. You shall have your fill. Now slide off my trousers."
It was easier said than done. They were tight and the guardsman's damp thighs impeded the progress but they came away in a rush and James fell black wards, the pants in his hands.
But the trouble was worth it. The young fellows hairy legs were revealed up to his crouch. The density was most on his inner thighs.
"The under pants, if you please, rich boy."
Oh the uncovering was thrilling. His cock was almost obscured by the dense growth of pubic hair that began at his navel and spread out from thigh to thigh.
"Can you please stand up," James pleaded. "So I can remove your top garments."
"Sure young whelp."
James reverently unbattered the tunic, then the stiff collar and shirt and finally the heavy cotton undershirt. As he expected the chap was heavily chest bearded. At least his maroon nipples were visible.
Jack stood up. "Now we play. For the most fun I am going to tie you up, feet and hands and you will see that this restraint will increase your pleasure one hundred fold."
Before James could process this alarming information the strong fellow slammed him on the bed and with military skill, secured his hands and feet.
"I see you have a penchant for being tied up. See your large cock is very stiff and moving in ecstasy. What a needy boy you are, but you shall be slaked now."
After some work Jack surveyed the resuilts. James hands were tied at the wrists and held above his head. His blond underarm hair glistened in the light. At the end of the bed his ankles were secured and his finely shaped feet bottoms exposed.
Jack looked around the room for something he had in mind and saw a quill pen at the inkwell on the ornate desk. He dislodged the nib and took the feather over to James.
"Do you see this? Do you know what it is for?"
James shook his head negatively but seemed wary.
Jack brought it to the fine under arm hair and swept it lightly. James smiled and emitted a trill of pleasant laughter. "That's not too unpleasant is it you toff? How about this?"
He took his fingers and raked the bottoms of the boy's feet. He vainly tried to pull them away from the stimulation to no avail. His cock produced little pearly beeds in response to the tickling.
"Oh lovely, you have mixed up the pleasure/pain of tickling and transmuted it to something sexual. I do believe I can get you to spend from this."
James was thrashing his head back and forth but then came the worst. Jack began rapid raking of the boy's ribs and his victim began laughing hysterically with peels of heavy cries and shouts.
Just then the heavy oak door opened and Becker, the house man stood there with an old pistol in his hand. "Stop evil boy or I shall end your life."
Jack smiled at the study forty year old. "Hey Becker, don't you remember me. We've 'ad a tussle of two."
"Yes I remember you and I curse your appetites. Take your uniform and leave this room. If I do not hear the closing of the outside door in three minutes I shall shoot you on the spot."
Jack grabbed his clothes and ran from the room.
"Please Becker, release me. This has been a terrible ending to a good day."
Becker came over to the bed and on the way he devested himself of his clothing. "I am sorely horny...sir...will you be so kind as to suckle me."
James was about to shout curses and order him to leave but the servant brandished the gun threateningly. "You are at great risk...sir...your Grace. If you are found dead I shall testify that the Guard fellow shot you. Now here is my stiff rod. Get to it."
Meekly James opened his mouth and like a babe he suckled the large prick. On and on, his spit dripping from his mouth in pleasure. He sucked harder trying to get the sturdy fellow to give forth his sweet milk. Finally, frantically sucking, Decker shouted, "Oh heaven, the moment has arrived." He spewed furiously and James lapped it all up and then smiling, he said
"That was wonderful. You toss out a delicious flavor. Can you repeat it? And untie me so I may stimulate your testicles whilst I tongue you."
Decker was pleased. "Of course your Grace. Whatever you please. Give me a few minutes and you shall have my prick to suck again."
End of story