Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2021 17:47:43 -0000
From: olhap8464972175@danwin1210.me
Subject: GULLIVER'S PAGEBOY (Bisexual, young friends, historical)

GULLIVER'S PAGEBOY

by Oliver Hapland

These are further tales of Gulliver's Travels concerning the sexual
adventures of a young page whom he encounters in the land of the giants.

Warning: this story contains descriptions of sexual activity between giant
boys and men. If this is likely to offend you, please do not read on.

Readers who enjoy this story may like to check out my other stories on
Nifty, such as 'Little Lord Barry: A True History of a Wicked Boy to His
Thirteenth Year'. I am always happy to receive readers' email at
olhap8464972175@secmail.pro

I hope readers will indulge my attempts at writing in the style of
Jonathan Swift's original story. There is some scene-setting at the start
that I hope will make what follows more enjoyable. Just sit back and relax
as you are transported into a world of eighteenth-century debauchery on a
large scale...




GULLIVER'S PAGEBOY

Further Revelations Concerning His Travels into the Remote Nation of
Brobdingnag. By Lemuel Gulliver, Surgeon.


Chapter One

- How the author, having been stranded in the giant country, comes upon a
boy in a compromising situation, and a deal is struck.


I, Lemuel Gulliver, formerly surgeon and then Captain of several ships,
having quitted my house at Redriff on account of the many persons who
called upon me there following the publication of my fantastical true
memoirs, and having settled in a convenient house in the county of
Nottinghamshire, now feel the compulsion to set down at last on paper for
posterity several further episodes from my adventures. These concern a
certain boy whom I encountered therein and which I have not previously
expounded on the grounds of modesty.
	It will be recalled by my gracious readers that during my voyage as
ship's surgeon aboard the Adventurer under Captain John Nicholas, I had
the misfortune to be marooned alone in the kingdom of Brobdingnag on the
16th day of June 1703. It will be remembered that this land was inhabited
by a race of people very much like those of Europe with the exception
that Brobdingnagians are a giant race who outscale Europeans to a
proportion of some ten times to one. Naturally, all things in this remote
kingdom are of like giant proportions, be they trees, furniture or
buildings. This should help to explain to the reader's satisfaction the
predicaments and perils I found myself in during what follows.
	As I have elaborated elsewhere, I came into the company of the King and
Queen of Brobdingnag who kept me as a sort of pet in the way that fine
ladies in England might keep a particularly curious bird. I was not
caged, however, and had my liberty in so much as I could speak and move
around freely, albeit within the constraints and dangers that were
consequent with being little bigger than a mouse in this gargantuan
world. The Queen and her ladies-in-waiting made much fuss of me and His
Majesty the King took great pleasure in giving me audience frequently on
his table, by which means I was put on such a level so that we could
converse: myself bellowing at the top of my voice, and in this way I was
able to gain some proficiency in their language.
	I was fortunate indeed to have such a beneficent patron in the King, who
being mindful of my discomfiture in such an intimidating world, and of my
need to have some small place of my own into which to retreat among
objects of my own size, had ordered his royal joiner to fashion a box,
some twelve foot square, in which I might dwell. Comfortably upholstered,
this room was furnished with a table and chair, bed and closet, windows
and door, and a stout ring upon the top by which it could be carried.
	Life in the Royal Palace went on much as it does in any court in Europe
and I was cared for by a young nurse whom readers will remember had
accompanied me whence I came, being the daughter of the farmer who had
discovered me in his field shortly after my marooning.
	My nurse, being much pleased with her new situation and fine raiment, was
wont to leave me of an afternoon alone in her chamber, while she would
promenade with the ladies of quality in the palace gardens. For my part,
I was happy to be spared her ministrations for an hour or two and,
feeling a lethargy following luncheon, would pass the time slumbering in
my box, which for safety's sake was placed on my nurse's writing table
across from her bed.
	It was customary on cold days for a page to come into my nurse's chamber
to set the fire when the girl was absent and I became used to the noise
of this clumsy oafish youth and paid it little attention, sometimes
sleeping soundly right through.
	On the occasion that I am about to describe, I was awakened from my
afternoon nap and having lain for a time listening to someone in the
chamber, I began to suspect that the noises I heard were not occasioned
by the laying of a fire and curiosity obliged me to rise from my bed and
peek out of my box.
	Upon standing in my doorway, I observed that it was indeed the page whom
I had heard. He had evidently set the fire but was now engaged,
apparently, in a rather different activity. The extreme bigness of the
world around me meant that it was some moments before I was able to
comprehend the scene from my vantage point on the table. I noticed
immediately that something was amiss since my nurse's cabinet across the
room was standing with one drawer pulled open, wherein, several of the
girl's undergarments were visible laying dishevelled, whilst others lay
strewn about the floor.
	The boy, whom I later learned to be around fourteen years of age, was
perched in his page's livery on the edge of the bed, some two or three
hundred European feet opposite where I stood on my table. With his legs
splayed wide and pointed straight, I could clearly observe that the boy
had undone the flap at the front of his fine satin breeches and had
folded one of the young nurse's undergarments in his hand before him. The
noise that had awakened me was occasioned by the motion of this silk and
lace wherewith the boy, I observed, was working violently between his
legs.
	The young scullion had his head thrown backwards and I could just make
out the glistening tip of his great tongue where it protruded at the
corner of his mouth. His breath came with a sound like great organ
bellows pumped feverish fast, and the sum of the whole scene gave me to
recognize that the boy was in the midst of experiencing a certain crisis.
I watched on for several moments, intrigued and rather amused, that it
should surprise me not at all to learn that the youth of Brobdingnag
engage in just the same occupation as does every European schoolboy, when
he thinks he is unobserved.
	When he had finished, the red-faced page eased himself back inside his
breeches before I was able to catch sight of his appendage, which
disappointed me since I had long harboured a curiosity about the
proportions of that part in this giant race of people.
	As I watched, he took the nurse's crumpled undergarment, which he had
just used so wantonly, sniffed at it, and then folded it neatly and put
it in his pocket. He then looked around and noticed me standing in the
door of my little house, and the look of shock on his face is not one I
will soon forget. He contorted his body as if he had been physically
struck and clutched at the edge of the bed with his great hands. When he
rose up I was suddenly afraid for my safety, unsure of what a frightened
youth might do unthinkingly in such a panic of shame. I therefore
retreated back into my house. The giant boy loomed over me and I peered
at him through the small light in the roof of my box.
	Then he seemed to resolve his mind and moved off to the other side of the
bed where he began to gather up the strewn garments and tidy them
hurriedly into the drawer in the cabinet. I re-emerged from my doorway
and he eyed me warily as I observed him. In a trice he was back in front
of me and the pained look on his face told me I had nothing to fear from
him.
	'I had forgot you were here,' he said to me, wringing his hands.
	'So I see,' I replied.
	Then the poor fellow fell to his knees before me, holding up his hands in
supplication.
	'Please don't tell, sir. Please don't ruin me. I'll do anything for you,
anything at all!'
	The lad was, of course, in full knowledge of the favour I enjoyed with
his royal masters, and I was struck by the ridiculousness of my
situation, wherein I was implored for mercy by this callow giant who
could so easily have squashed me under his very foot.
	The boy's face was level with me where I stood upon the table. It was a
pretty face, recently touched with the awkward angles of adolescence; his
hair he wore to his collar and it had something of the tint of ginger
spice, as did the freckles that adorned his nose. He looked so forlorn as
he knelt there that I could not but feel pity for him and I reassured him
that I would not give him away, so long as he would clean and return the
garment I had seen him bespoil; to this he readily agreed. Once this was
done, he fell back on his heels and, looking much relieved, commenced to
explain himself, something for which I had not insisted.
	'Glumdalclitch' (for such was my nurse's name) 'is very beautiful,' he
opined. 'I can't help myself. When I come in to set the fire I feel
overwhelmed. I want to be close to her so much, to touch the things that
have touched her so close. I'm afire with a passion!'
	From the boy's candour and artlessness of speech, I was given to the
impression that he was simple and I was much moved by pity for him. Had
he done this before? I asked. 'Twice or thrice,' was his reply. He told
me he had taken to following the girl around, rather like a puppy dog it
seemed, but the girl, who was then around the lad's own age, had deigned
not to return his advances, now supposing herself, no doubt, worthy of
better things.
	'I would do anything to win her,' the boy told me and then, clasping his
hands, he knelt up so that his shaggy head was again close enough for me
to see the soft beginnings of moustachion hair beneath his nostrils.
	'May it please you, sir, to help me,' he said. 'You have a special place
in her heart. Perchance you could turn her to look with favour upon me.'
	The poor page's pleading moved me and I told him that I would support his
suit with my nurse, if it was in my power to do so; although I doubted
privately that my persuasion would meet with success where his had
failed. We conversed about one of two other matters, the boy being of a
jovial and loquacious nature, until the peal of the mantelpiece clock
announced the hour of my nurse's return. I bid the lad depart and
reminded him of his promise regarding the underclothes.
	Little did I know that I was destined to spend a good deal of time in the
society of this pageboy.


Chapter Two

- The author, being more in the boy's company, witnesses his favours for
members of the household, and finds himself in great peril.


Now, it chanced that during her walk that afternoon, my nurse had caught a
chill and upon the next morn was found to have a fever and was therefore
confined to bed for some days. There was some consternation in the
household, for it was not known what should be done with me, being the
charge of the girl.
	The reader should not think that I was dependent on my nurse absolutely,
but she did perform certain functions, such as carrying me to and from
engagements in the palace or taking me into the gardens to take the air;
such activities, should I attempt them alone, would have been immensely
fatiguing due to the vast distances involved for me and perilous because
of my tiny size.
	It was proposed that a temporary nurse be engaged from amongst the
chambermaids, but the Queen was doubtful about entrusting my safety to
such clumsy and unrefined persons. Then I suggested that I should be
given into the hands of the page - for secretly I had taken quite a
fondness for this youth ? and after reassuring the honourable lady that
the lad was of most diligent character, this idea was taken up with much
enthusiasm by all. The boy himself seemed to receive the commission as an
honour, perceiving it as a shining endorsement of his high regard at
court.
	So the boy would come and collect me in my carrying box first thing in
the morning, whereupon I would be taken to the table where the lower
court were taking their breakfast and I would partake of small morsels
prepared specially for me by the cook. Then the rest of the day would be
spent accompanying the Queen's ladies in a diversion or else promenading
about the exquisite grounds, which were a marvel to behold from the
window of my box, as the boy strolled to and fro for me to see.
	The boy was more adventurous than my nurse in the places he visited and
the company he kept, and took me to some areas of the grounds far removed
from the palace where I had never visited before, and with good reason as
it turned out - but I will return to this later. In the meantime, I will
tell the reader of an event which disturbed me at the time of its
happening but which I came to see in a different light later.
	It would often come to pass that the pageboy, growing weary of carrying
my box, would discard it and, taking me in his hand, would place me in
his waistcoat pocket, where I would ride about quite happily. I could
hold on to the pocket top for support, being as it was at the height of
my breast, with the satin lining doing very well to cushion the motion of
the boy's striding; and the warmth from the lad's body was most agreeable
on cold days.
	Now, the boy was most pleased that in vouchsafing my person he was let
off his usual duties as page; this did not, however, release him from the
authority of his superiors in the household. One day when we were
crossing the pantry - the boy having descended to procure some biscuit
and cheese, being hungry - and I was riding in his pocket as usual, he of
a sudden ducked down quickly behind a cask. There then came a loud
bellowing from across the room.
	'I see thee Lankindiluch, hiding behind that hogshead!' the bellowing
voice intoned.
	'Oh, no!' groaned the boy. But he was forced to reveal himself.
	'You haven't thought that you can escape all of your duties, have you?'
	The speaker was a servant of the household whom I knew to be the chief
footman, a young man, but somewhat older than my pageboy.
	'You had best keep down,' the boy whispered to me, and when I protested
that we should have nothing to fear of a servant, he was insistent and so
I consented to keep out of sight.
	The man continued in his unpleasant bellowing and gave orders to the boy.
	'Come thee here! Bend over the table and drop thy breeches.'
	The boy complied and I found myself thrust upon my face in the pocket as
he prostrated himself. I wriggled my head and shoulders out and ventured
to look round but could see little other than the boy's shirtsleeve. At
first I was certain that the unfortunate boy was about to receive a
birching, as European boys do, not infrequently, for some infraction or
other. But when, by stretching myself out of the pocket some more, I was
able to catch sight of the footman to the boy's rear, I was shocked to
observe that the man had lowered the front of his livery and was
displaying in maximus erectus.
	Then there came a sharp gulp of breath from the boy and I was immediately
subjected to the most violent buffeting and rocking that caused me to
have to cling on to my upended pocket for fear of being thrown out. There
was a fearful slapping and pounding accompanied by the sound of the
bellowing voice of the footman repeatedly bestowing all manner of lewd
names on the boy, most of which I could not decipher, having only scant
knowledge of their language.
	In the pocket, I felt myself seasick with all the jolting. The boy,
meantime, let out groans and little cries which methought were meant to
betoken resistance, but in which I could not help but detect a certain
lust.
	Presently, the perturbations were ended by a great shove and a fearful
cry from the footman, like to the death throes of a tortured leviathan,
and my pageboy was left panting; I could hear the fervent beating of his
great heart, owing to my proximity to it.
	The boy straightened himself up and as I peered out from my hiding place,
I espied on the tabletop a number of gold coins which the boy quickly
took up and stowed away. Nothing was spoken between us of the incident,
save for later that day, when my curiosity made me venture to enquire
whether the footman had used him thus before.
	'Oh, yes,' said the lad, carelessly, 'Once or twice a week, maybe more.'
	I resolved that, was I perchance party to the same again, I would next
time jump down on to the tabletop and observe proceedings from a safe
distance!
	My nurse's malady lingered for some days and so my acquaintance with the
page continued. He began to resume some of his former duties in which I
accompanied him around the palace and grounds. When the Queen objected
that the boy should care only for me, and desist from his other work,
since it was an indignity to myself to be his companion in such, I
assured her that I found observing the workings of the lower orders at
court both stimulating and enlightening. In truth, I had now grown
exceeding fond of the lad and found his chipper conversation and carefree
manner most pleasing.
	By and by it became apparent that, amongst the other servants, my page
had a particular acquaintance with the gardener's boy. This other youth
was a wiry lean fellow with a crop of wavy chestnut hair and large
weather-worn hands with dark crescents of dirt under the fingernails. I
judged him to be a little younger than the page but of a sharper wit and
the pair seemed to delight in one another's company whenever they
happened to meet, or contrived to meet, which was often.
	As I rode along in my pocket, I would listen to their animated talk and
was able to make out some of what they said, much of it about the birds
and insects in the garden, or about the fish to be caught in the lake or
the fruit to be had from the Master's trees. The gardener's boy was taken
with me, as children naturally are with miniature things. This lad would
hold me by the waist in his large fingers and turn me over and about,
looking at my every part of me, until I objected through feeling giddy.
He enquired of the page whether I had genitive parts and whether they be
between my legs as theirs were. But my careful page forbid the boy from
undressing me and so the curious youth made do with speculating from what
was evident by my clothing.
	The boys were wont to tramp about the outer reaches of the royal estate,
as I have afore mentioned, and it was there that the next incident of
these lewd additions to my tales took its place. I humbly request that
any gentle reader, being of sensitive and pious disposition, skip ahead
to the latter part of my story and leave this episode, which he may find
objectionable.
	Beyond the regimented kept gardens and glass-like expanse of rectilinear
lake, the park was less manicured and somewhat unkempt, vast trees
hanging low in the water, something like those which we call Sallow in
England. It was here that the two boys would come to catch fish.
	Amongst the trees was a range of tool houses which evidently had fallen
into disuse and were then seldom visited by the garden journeymen. Into
one of these, the page and the gardener's boy would sometimes repair and
at such times I would be bid by my guardian to remain without and amuse
myself for half an hour whilst the two carried out 'work' within. I was
somewhat surprised by this on the first occasion, but was quite content
to snooze in the sun on the banks of the water, with my head shaded by a
giant mushroom or spurge, until my companions emerged again.
	Their endeavours in the tool shed must be arduous, I decided, since I
noted they were always red-faced and damp with the residues of exertion
afterwards. They always seemed pleased with themselves, however, and so I
concluded that their secluded task must be a rewarding one.
	On one such afternoon, I was disturbed from my peaceful slumber by a cry
from inside the building. So forlorn and tortured had it sounded that I
was immediately minded to investigate and so I left my coat on the
ground, where I had been laying, and found my way into the ramshackle
shed through a hole in the bottom of the panelled door. Having freed
myself from a patch of prodigious, and thankfully unoccupied, spiders
webs, I found myself in a room which, by the little light that filtered
through the grubby panes, was evidently given over to the storage of
various rusting mowing scythes and much rubbish besides. What profitable
work could possibly be done in here, I could only imagine!
	The noise I had heard before came again and in following the sound I
found my two companions in a corner behind some hampers. The sight before
me was so foreign to me, from my low vantage point on the earthen floor,
that I could not at once tell it for what it was. It seemed that the boys
were in some sort of a tangle of clothes and limbs and it was only by
walking around them that I could discern the whole from the parts by way
of reason.
	The gardener's boy, it seemed, was reclining on a heap of straw with his
head thrown back and mouth agog, and it was he who evidently was issuing
the cries of distress. The page was kneeling between the other boy's
knees with his head bowed and invisible to me. Both boys apparently were
in their shirt-tails with their breeches about their ankles and in this
undignified state of undress, from where I was placed, I could see only
their two pairs of shod feet, the twin apexes of the garden boy's bare
knees, between which, rising into the air, was the large and protruding
bare arse of the pageboy.
	The garden boy was making a sound like to one who is plagued by a
tickling and tormenting sneeze that just will not come to the front of
the nose to discharge. The voice rose up and up and the body of the poor
boy seemed to match it note for note by the tensing of its sinews; close
by me I discerned his huge dirty-fingernailed hand clutching
white-knuckled at the straw; and all this discomfort seemed to be
precipitated by the page, whose great shoulders and ginger head I could
just spy drawing up and down rapidly in resemblance to the great
machinery of a water-driven forge hammer, accompanied by the sucking
noises of a mill race to match. In no time, the garden boy shook
violently, like one in a fit, and presently fell asunder in a slump. The
page sat back on his haunches and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
	At this moment, there came a sound from behind me and a gigantic cat
slunk out of the shadows and advanced on me, ready to pounce. I shrieked
in terror and the cat let out a hiss that made my blood run to ice. I was
a statue of fear, but the page, alerted by the commotion and looking
round, took in the situation in an instant and made a lunge for the
animal. Unfortunately, the lad's breeches being still at his ankles, he
sprawled headlong on the floor and the cat took the opportunity to seize
me up by the scruff of the neck and make off. It bounded, with me in its
mouth, up on to a window sill and from there on to a high shelf, where it
sat with me dangling in mortal fear of my life an hundred feet up in the
air.
	The boys, having hurriedly dressed, were at sixes and sevens as to what
to do, one trying to seize the angry cat, while the other was at hand
below to catch me if the animal should chance to drop me from its jaws. I
was much shaken by this process, the cat seeming intent to retain its
unusual prize and whisk me away to its lair, no doubt. But at length the
animal was cornered and, given the choice between its life and its catch,
chose to release me. I fell some fifty feet before my fall was broken,
fortunately, by the warm hands of the garden boy. I clung breathless and
dazed to his thumb: the same thumb, so long ago it now seemed, I had seen
clutching at the straw.
	I am not sure who was the more relieved by my rescue, the boys or myself,
but I was carried afterwards with great care and tenderness back to the
palace. I was fed some hot, sweet coffee and soon was restored to
calmness. In truth, my perilous adventure with the cat was quickly
forgotten in the light of the next lewd exploit with the pageboy that was
about to unfold.


Chapter Three

- More of the page is revealed and he grants a liberty. The author repays
a debt.


The page had got so dirty in chasing after the cat that as soon as he
showed himself to his betters, he was reprimanded severely and it was only
through my intervening that he avoided a boxing around the ears. His
soiled apparel was stripped from him and a bath was ordered to be drawn in
front of the fire in the servants' hall. My own clothing was in a sorry
state, my shirt and waistcoat having been almost torn to shreds by the
cat's teeth, and after I had divested myself I was just as dirty as the
boy, so it was proposed that I should join him in his bath.
	As I stood on the floor taking shelter by the leg of the great servants'
table, I caught my first sight of the generative equipment of one of
these giant people of Brobdingnag, albeit a junior member of that tribe,
and it was indeed a formidable appendage. The prospect of the rear of the
boy, undressed and bending over to test the water, offered me my first
glimpse of the great globes hung high in the crux of his colossal legs;
heavy and potent with the boy's seed, they recalled to my mind a great
lantern I had once seen hanging suspended in a ceiling vault of one of
our ancient columned cathedrals.
	When the boy turned, I was able also to inspect his organ, which I
observed was identical with that same apparatus in our race, save that it
was many times superior in both length and girth; surmounted by a copse
of course ginger hairs, ample folds of skin enclosed its spout end and
the whole genitive assemblage swung pendulous as the boy lowered himself
into the bathing tub.
	The water sloshed like the sea in a cove as the lad clambered in and
reclined himself luxuriantly against the side of the tub, swinging his
legs over the opposite. I was thus left with the sight of only his great
bare and dripping feet and lower legs, which I noted had the first signs
of hairs.
	I moved around the tub and hailed him loudly, at which his youthful face
appeared over the high wooden cliff and broke unto a broad grin. He
picked me up in my nakedness and set me down on the tub rim, where I sat
as if on a habour wall.
	'So,' he said, 'You do have between your legs as we have between ours.'
	I realized he was peering curiously and I oped my knees for him to see
the better; this seemed only fair since I had only recently been
regarding him in like manner. Once he had satisfied his curiosity, he
laid himself back once more with his hands folded behind his head, closed
eyes and an expression of contentment. I was then free to survey his body
as I pleased, where it lay before me like an island in a warm ocean: the
waters gently lapping its sides, Neptune's jewels glistering on the white
dunes of his breast and the smooth beaches of his abdomen, with a
mermaid's pool rippling in his belly button. Presently he opened one eye
and regarded me.
	'Why did you come inside the tool house?' he asked slyly.
	When I explained the reason he said:
	'Oh yes, Digdurbangitch does raise a fair din when his kettle boils.' And
he resumed his slumber.
	'So do you,' I pointed out.
	Again an eye opened and a shy smile broke on his face.
	'I did return that pretty undershift,' he said, referring to the nurse's
garment.
	I let myself slide down the side of the tub into the water, where I
contented myself in swimming to and fro in the bay formed by the boy's
towering flanks. He had fun in creating waves which hampered my progress
with their turbulence, or great splashes which rained down on me like
slops from many buckets. The boy roared with laughter to see me splutter
and took to poking me with his finger so that I was bobbed beneath the
water like a cork; this last I had to stop by a frantic waving of my
arms, so full of water became my head.
	He settled and the water calmed enough to allow me to scull through the
arch of his leg where I again caught sight of those things that I had
espied earlier, only now at closer quarters. The boy's great cods were
bobbing in the water like enormous melons, bristling with sparse hairs
wetted like kelp, while, laying curved to one side, like a great thick
log after a woodman has been at it, was his pizzle. I clung to the melons
for support as they rode around in their sac.
	'You tickle!' laughed the boy, seeming not overly disturbed.
	I took this opportunity to ask as to the names of these appendages in his
language - something which, naturally, propriety had forbidden me from
asking the King or Queen in any of our audiences, but which, nonetheless,
had long piqued my curiosity.
	'This is my belhaftenschwing,' he said, touching the organ, 'And these
are my roedangknacks.'
	I repeated the names so as to commit them to memory.
	'Do you like it?' he asked uncertainly, offering the flaccid member up to
my inspection. 'Do you think it big enough?'
	I assured him that I did indeed think it very large.
	Then he again surprised me with his candour when he said: 'I hope it will
be large enough to get inside Glumdalclitch!'
	He reminded me of my promise to help him win my nurse's favour. I had not
forgotten and felt even more duty-bound now, after his saving me from the
jaws of the vicious cat, and so I reiterated my vow to help him if I
could.
	'Oh dear,' the boy said with a grin, 'Talking about her is making it
stand up.'
	And indeed I was obliged to scull around to the other side of his cods as
the great pizzle awoke and began to stretch itself. It lumbered up,
uncurling like a sea monster, pulsing and growing under the power of some
great internal pump; I could fairly see the veins throbbing as they
engorged its capacious volume. Finally, it stood erect and I hauled
myself out of the water and stood beside it. It reminded me of one of the
great cannon on a ship of the line. The phallus was nearly the same
height as myself and when I wrapped my arms about its neck, I could just
clasp my hands together on its other side. The boy laughed again at this.
	'You doing that,' he said, 'makes it feel like it wants to spit!'
	This was an outcome that I told him I would very much like to see and so
he took the rigid organ in his hand and began his action to excite it.
	'I haven't had it today,' he told me. 'Digdurbangitch would have done me
in his turn, if you hadn't brought in that cursed cat.'
	When I apologised he would have none of it, saying that he was glad to be
spared for once, since, it seemed, his friend caused him discomfort on
account of having broken teeth.
	The up and down excursions of the pageboy's hand upon his shaft began to
put me in some peril, so I slipped back down between his legs and into
the water, whence I watched proceedings in safety. The performance
unfolded much as it had when I had witnessed it on the previous occasion
in the chamber, save that the lad's parts were not covered this time.
	As the boy became carried away in his pleasure, the motion of his large
melons thrashing up and down in and out of the water, caused such
turbulence that I was forced to cling to the side of the tub for fear of
being drawn into their compass and dashed to pieces.
	The turmoil abated, little and little, as the cods were hauled up tight
either side of the boy's stem, beneath his labouring fist, and I
perceived that crisis was immanent.
	The motions stopped abruptly with a groan from the boy, and I looked up
in time to see the lad unsheathe the head of his mighty cock as a
powerful pearlescent surge erupted from its top, arched high above me and
spattered down upon his groin, followed by further ejaculations which
crashed about me in the water, threatening to engulf me in their deluge
like Pliny in the wake of the great Vesuvius.
	After this, the boy seemed quite spent and, since the servants were then
returning for their evening meal, we were obliged to end our ablutions
and find some new clothes to wear. After the boy quitted the tub, the
deepness of the water reduced sufficiently that I could stand on the
bottom. I spent some moments ducking myself and washing with a shaving of
soap, so covered was I in the unctuous jelly from the boy's loins.
	Soon after these events, my nurse's health returned and she was able to
resume her duties in attending to me. The boy and I were thus separated,
not without a little melancholy on both parts, I think, for I had grown
attached to him and he to me. Still, he came to lay the fire each day, at
which time we found a few minutes to talk pleasantly, and when he asked
me whether I had put his suit to the girl, it occurred to me that if some
sort of a match could be fashioned between the two of them, then this
might be a means by which to see more of my young friend.
	The girl was cold to my approaches at first but, by and by, when she
heard how attentively the boy had cared for me while she was indisposed,
she did come to look upon him in a more favourable light. When I told her
of how he had rescued me from the cat (leaving aside the precise
circumstances by which the situation had arisen, of course!), I could see
that I had at last awakened some passion in her.
	So, when the boy next came to the chamber, I told him quietly that he
might find her mood favourable to him, if he should try to speak to her,
which he then did with some shyness. Following this opening, the boy
persisted in his wooing, to which the girl responded, coyly at first, but
then with more ardour. The girl was careful not to advertise these
assignations about the court, but in not too many weeks her reserve had
melted enough that she would let the boy have his way with her.
	There is no need for me to go into details here about the process of
copulation of the Brobdingnagians, since I can report that it is in all
ways virtually identical to that of our race. I will, however, attempt to
convey to the reader the awe that was inspired in me as I observed this
coupling for the first time.
	In order to make some careful observations, I took my notebook and stood
on the bed between the boy's legs as he laid the girl. I was treated to
quite a sight as he drove his column in and out of the girl's tight
orifice, those prodigious cods quivering and thumping back and forth with
each thrust. To judge from the sighs and moans of both the nurse and the
boy, I am convinced that each party derived just as much pleasure from
the act as we do. This was especially evident at the climax where it was
plain to see the boy's ecstasy; he gave a final tremendous thrust and I
watched as those great ejecting muscles behind the cods convulsed as they
fired off volley after volley of his roe into the young wench.
	The remainder of my stay in the land of these giants has been enumerated
already elsewhere, along with my sudden and enforced departure not too
long after the above events. These adventures occurred many years ago and
my young friend, the pageboy, must have grown into an adult of their race
by this time. I often think about him, as I do the many strange creatures
I encountered on my travels; but there is always a special place in my
affections for that unaffected and gentle boy, whose simple nature and
lack of shame in satisfying his bodily appetites, was so very charming. I
wonder whether he married my nurse and whether he now has romping boys of
his own. Does he ever think of me, his tiny friend of long ago?

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