Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2019 13:25:46 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: Victoriana Chapter 2 Edward's Escapades: A Victorian Tale of Carnality and Lewdness This fiction is a freely adapted version of a Victorian erotic narrative, so I do not claim it as an entirely original offering. Do not read it if you should not, for whatever reason. There is a good deal of sexual activity (tb – Mt – Mb) so don't proceed if you are likely to be offended - you've been warned! I welcome feedback via: puermalo1 @ protonmail.com CHAPTER TWO Tom, the Gardener's Son – My Father and the Stable Boy - Robert, the Gamekeeper – Robert Fucks Me – A New Playmate When vacation came, and the school broke up, I returned home to my father, who was a widower. And Samuel went to his parents in Scotland. We promised to keep up a regular correspondence, and to write a full account to each other of everything interesting. I felt very lonely after Samuel had gone and missed Mr. Bonerton's attentions more than I could tell. My prick demanded a large share of my attention. I did not know what to do with it. In vain I looked at it in the glass, I petted it, I frigged it with my finger. Daily, I searched in vain for the first sprouts of hair. About this time, I noticed Tom, the gardener's son, a lad of sixteen. He was always eager to work in our garden, and never seemed so happy as when I commended him. One morning I was sitting in the summer-house when he returned from his breakfast. Not seeing me he came to a corner near the summer-house, and, taking out his prick, began to make water. I could see it through the leaves as he held it in his hand. It was a large, strong-looking prick, and I feasted my eyes on its fair proportions. He seemed in no hurry to put it up but looked at it as he drew back the skin, making its red head swell and bound in his hand. Then, with difficulty, he forced it into its usual hiding place, and went to his work. The sight of this prick set my lust on fire, and I resolved to get possession of it if I could. I returned to my room, and taking off my undergarments, carefully washed my nether parts. Then going back to the garden, I called Tom and told him to set up the ladder against the pear tree by the wall, as I wanted to see if the fruit was ripe. He held the ladder as I climbed up. He was just below me, and as I moved my legs about, reaching to the pears, he must have had a full view of my young rear. I glanced down to observe the effect. His face was flushed, and he was gazing up with all his eyes. "Take care, Master Edward, or you will fall." "No fear, Tom," I replied, stretching out to one side, when my foot slipped, and I came sliding down, just over him, so that his head passed up between my thighs. He caught me in his arms and, as he held me for a moment, I felt him nuzzle my prick. "Oh, Master Edward, are you hurt?" "Not much, only a little stunned. Help me into the summer-house." He took me in his arms, his hand still resting on my bottom, and laid me on a seat. "Shall I call anyone, young Master?" "No Tom. I shall be all right in a few minutes; it is only my knee." I lay on my back with one leg up. He was kneeling on the ground at my side. I saw him peeping at the small bulge in my trousers. "Is it here, Master Edward?" Putting his hand on my knee, "May I rub it?" "Yes Tom, thank you, that makes it better." He rubbed my knee then touched my thigh. Slowly, his hand moved higher and higher, until at last he slightly touched the hard bulge. He looked up at my face. I lay with my eyes closed. He grew bolder, he pressed a hand against my rigidness. "Tom, where are you putting your hand?" I said in a languid tone. "Oh, Master Edward, I can't help it. You are so tempting." He convulsively grasped my prick and pushed his fingers beneath my clothes. "Tom, I cannot allow this, let me up." "Master Edward, don't be angry." He forced my clothes open, and rapturously kissed my pricklet. I trembled with delight as I felt the touch of his lips, and the soft probing of his tongue, yet for appearance' sake, I cried, "For shame, Tom, let me up, you are making me very angry." I raised myself on my elbow and saw that his prick was out and standing in fine condition. "Tom, how dare you expose yourself in that manner. Go away." "Master Edward, I can't help it, indeed I can't." He kept his hand on my prick, gently squeezing it then drew me across the wide seat, turning me upon my front and getting in between my thighs. He pushed the head of his prick against my bottom. "Sweet Master Edward, do let me put it in, oh do." "No Tom, I won't allow it. Let me up now, perhaps I may some other time." He pushed again, the head entered, it passed up, the whole prick was in, it filled my hole. My hungry bum, with what eagerness it sucked in a morsel so delicious! Oh! there is nothing to be compared to a standing prick for gratifying a boy who knows and understands the supreme delights of fucking. So, I lay back and let him work away. "Tom, what are you doing?" "I am only - fucking - fucking your sweet bum – Master Edward. Oh! how good you are - ain't that nice!" he said, as he drove up his prick with most thrilling effect. "It is, dear Tom, press up to my heart." "Do you like my fucking you, young Master?" "Yes, Tom, you have a very nice prick. Will you spend inside me?" Tom sighed as he thrust into me, pouring forth a torrent of love's juice into my innards. I need not say that after this, many happy love scenes were enacted in the summer-house. Tom proved very docile and prudent. He had a wonderful prick, always ready for its work, and eager for a fuck. He knew well how to use it with effect, and I soon found that he was skilled in the art of love. He told me many curious things; among others, that my father, no less, was in the habit of fucking our stable-boy Alfred, a youth of fourteen years, in the hayloft. He offered to place me in a position where I could safely witness all that passed between them. "Meet me early to-morrow morning. For it is while Alfred grooms the mares that the master comes out." So, the next morning Tom conducted me to the hay-loft. He covered himself and me lightly with the hay. We had not long to wait, for we soon heard my father talking in a low voice to Alfred as they came up the ladder. They came down near us. Father then said: "Take off your trousers, Alfred, I have been longing for a fuck all night." Alfred unbuttoned my father's trousers and drew out his prick. It was in good order, with a fine large ruby head. The sight of my father's prick had a curious effect on me. At first, I did not like to look at it, but at length the amorous feeling overpowered every other; and I almost envied Alfred as he held it admiringly in his hand, slowly moving it up and down. Then he took out his balls, and putting his hand underneath pushed it on to his bottom. My father had meanwhile pulled down Alfred's clothes, and uncovered a fine juvenile prick. "What a splendid affair you have, Alfred! It is the most lascivious prick I ever looked at. Now tell me, who fucked you last?" "La, sir, why do you ask me that?" "Just because it excites me more to hear you tell. You know I don't care who fucks you, provided you hide nothing from me. Did not Robert the gamekeeper fuck you last evening? Your face was so red when I met you after leaving him." "Well, to tell the truth, sir, he did." "Tell me how it happened." "I went into the stable to borrow a lantern, he caught me in his arms forced me back on a heap of straw, pushed his hand down my trousers, and got hold of my arse. I scolded him but he did not mind. He squeezed between my thighs and he thrust his big tool into my bum and fucked me like mad." "Has he a big tool, Alfred?" "Yes, it is very big and strong, but he does not use it as nicely as you do, he is always in too great a hurry." Father now got over Alfred, who held his prick, and with his hand directed it into his bumhole. He pushed it slowly up until his balls pressed his bottom. He grasped his buttocks and vigorously heaved up to meet every thrust my father gave, saying at every heave, "Dear sir, oh, how nice - push it in - drive it home - that's the way - how your prick fills my bum - fuck me fast - fuck me hard." I was leaning forward on the hay, and Tom over me, his prick and balls resting on my naked bottom; but as soon as Father commenced fucking Alfred, he lodged his prick in my bum. He then timed his strokes, so that each time Father pushed I felt Tom's prick driving up inside me, and his hair tickling my bum. I spread my thighs and raised my bottom. He pushed it home and bending his arms round my hip he frigged my boyish prick. After a few strokes, which were far from disagreeable, he achieved a warm and soothing ejaculation, just as Father with a grunt of satisfaction poured his libation into Alfred's bum. My father then got up and went away, after telling the stable-boy to remain until he was out of the yard. He had not gone many minutes when Robert the gamekeeper appeared. "Holloa, Alfred, so master has just been oiling your notch. I heard him fucking you, and all you said too. And now I'll have my revenge." He seized young Alfred in his arms, threw him on the hay, and tore off the boy's clothes. Poor Alfred struggled and kicked his legs about in the air, but Robert held him down while he gloated over her wriggling bum and inflamed hole. It looked open, while the rich juices of the previous fuck trickled down his bottom. "So, you say master fucks better than I do, and that I am always in too great a hurry. Well, I will be slow enough now." He took out his prick, and held it in his hand, while he opened the boy's buttocks. It was the largest prick I ever saw and had a tremendous head. I was curious to see how Alfred could take it in. Robert pushed it against the boy's hole as the youth plunged about. "Be quiet," he shouted, giving him a slap on the bottom. "Keep your arse quiet, I say, and mind your fucking." He forced the head in, and, to my surprise, it passed easily in. The huge prick must have filled his insides. He grasped the cheeks of Alfred's bottom on each side, and held him tightly, as he plunged his great prick with wonderful force in and out of the gap. I had seen many a fuck, but never a fuck like this. I admired the wonderful size and strength of Robert's prick, and could not repress a longing for a taste of its prowess. Tom too was greatly excited by the scene and fucked me in his best style. But it was the idea of Robert's prick that filled my mind. ... The next afternoon, drawn by an irresistible attraction, I went into the stable. "Robert, I have come to look after my mare, I think she wants to be clipped," and I stepped up. "Take care, Master Edward," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "she is very restive just now." "Oh, I am not afraid," and I began to pat her. He made some kind of noise that caused her, I think, to plunge and kick. "I told you so, young Master," he said, passing his hand around me, and drawing me towards him. "It is a mercy you were not killed." And he pressed me in his arms. "Robert, let me go - where are you drawing me - you will make me fall. Oh! what do you mean - don't push your knees there - don't attempt to remove my breeches. Robert, what are you about - I won't let you - take it away - you must not do it - Oh! oh!! - you are hurting me - Oh, my! what is there? - yes, I do feel it - hold me in your arms - yes, I like that - you may fuck me, Robert, as hard as you like." The monstrous prick was in my bum. I felt it everywhere. He grasped my buttocks. He lifted me up. As he arose, I clasped my arms round his neck, and crossed my legs around his back. He carried me around the stable, with his prick still embedded in my bottom. It seemed to penetrate to my very heart. Every nerve within me thrilled with rapture, as he shot into my vitals a stream of gushing sperm. I lay back exhausted and, after a moment had passed, he knelt by my side, and presented before me his prick once more in splendid condition. "What a great fellow you have, Robert," I said as I chafed it in my hand and uncovered its rosy head. I kissed it, and with difficulty took part of it in my mouth. "Oh, Master Edward, you are very good, and you have the sweetest boy bum I ever fucked, may I put it in again?" "Not this time, Robert, I would rather pet this fine fellow, while you are tickling my prick." So, keeping its glowing head in my mouth, with one hand I frigged the shaft, and with the other stirred his balls and touched his bottom, while he was equally busy about my member, deliciously frigging it with his fingers. In no time, he shot into my mouth such a torrent of seed that I could not swallow it fast enough, and it squirted out on each side of my mouth. It was pungent and pleasant to the taste. Before I left him, he swore on his oath never to speak of what had just happened, and he proved loyal and true. ... Alas, shortly after, my dear Tom was conscripted to the army and he left our home. However, a few days later, my father told me that as he considered I must be very lonely so much by myself, he had asked a young boy from the village to come and stay with us for some time as my playmate. He was a sweet young lad of ten years named Colin. In due course he arrived. He was a pleasing boy, with dark hair and eyes, and I found him amiable and obliging, and ready to enter into my plans and share in my amusements. Father also paid him particular attention, and I observed he did not seem at all averse. They were often alone together, and I guessed something was going on, but he never told me anything. Colin's bedroom was separated from mine by a bathroom, into which both our rooms opened. One night, when we went upstairs, I sat for some time with him, and after bidding him good night, I passed through the bathroom, leaving the doors slightly opened. When I had undressed, I put out my candle, and sat by the fire to warm my feet before going to bed. I had not sat long when my curiosity was excited by hearing whispering in Colin's room. I crept softly to the open door and listened. "Oh, sir, why have you come into my bed?" "Because I am so fond of you, sweet boy." "If you were really fond of me you would not come to me in this way - don't - I pray you leave me - oh, my! - how can you be so nasty - take your hand off me - I don't like it - no, it is not nice - let my hands go - I won't hold it - I won't move it up and down - what are you getting over me for? What are you pushing into me?" "My prick, darling Colin. There, don't struggle, my pet, let it in, don't be frightened, I won't harm you in any way. Open your bum for me, sweet boy. Now I'll push it in as gently as possible. There, it is in, it is all the way up." Then the bed began to creak, and the clothes to rustle. "Heave up your dainty little bottom. That's right. Do you know what doing this is called?" "No sir." "It is called fucking. Isn't fucking very pleasant?" "Yes, it is now. Do I heave up right?" "My darling, you heave as if you had been fucking all your life. May I smack your bottom?" "Yes, as hard as you like." "Oh! now. There it comes." And rolling off Colin he lay panting at his side. I felt greatly excited, and crept into the room, close up to the bed. I heard them kissing. "Did I hurt you, my boy?" "You did a little at first, but when your prick was well in, and you commenced fucking, there was no feeling but pleasure. Would you like me to pet your prick now?" "I would. Rub it up and down, this way, put your other hand on the balls, move your fingers further back, still further, there." "Have you much feeling there?" "Yes, there is great feeling behind the balls; don't you feel the root of the prick extending back to the little hole? That's a dear boy, the touch of your finger there is delicious, my sweet pet. Colin, did you ever look at Edward's prick?" "Yes, I have seen it when he was in the bath; it is bigger than mine." "I am sure if you made free with him you would have great fun together, for, unless I am greatly mistaken, he has a very randy disposition. Promise to try tomorrow night and tell me next day all that you have succeeded in finding out." He promised to carry out my father's wishes. "But now that you have worked up my prick, we must have another fuck. Sit over me this time." I heard Colin getting over him. "Now it's in, heave away, my cherub. You must do all the fucking yourself." Colin panted as he worked his nimble bottom up and down over him. "Do you like it this way?" "Yes, as a variety, but I like better to have you lying over me and pushing in your prick." He now prepared to leave, and I started for my own room, and was soon fast asleep. I had several amorous dreams that night. I thought that Robert was fucking me in the loft, when Father came behind, pulled him off, and thrust his own prick into my bum, and fucked me most delightfully. In my dream I felt no surprise at Father's fucking me; on the contrary, the idea seemed to add greatly to my enjoyment. I awoke and discovered I had spent my juices in my nightshirt. It was the first time I had produced the sticky fluid. I was maturing at last! ... PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY.