Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 23:58:17 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: The Luddington Correspondence Fragmentary Remains of Alfred Luddington's Pre-War Correspondence Much of the private correspondence of financier Alfred Luddington was destroyed by family members after his death in 1925. The following were recently found in the papers of his nephew John Luddington and lend some support to certain rumors that surrounded the pre-war events at Luddington's summer estate on Long Island, the construction of which occurred during the years 1901 to 1903. Summer Estate Long Island, New York July 3, 1903 Dear John, I have sent you this second confidential letter separate from the my other missive because it contains a narrative about a most extraordinary observation that modesty would proscribe from being made available to more innocent natures such as your wife's. As I mentioned in my more general description of my activities while here on the Island, I have been riding the property for the purposes of inspecting the recent architectural work done in creating grottoes and belvederes at the wild edges of the estate as well as engaging in healthful recreation whilst on vacation. It is while engaged in a solitary ride to inspect the work done to create the gated balustrade that is to set off the morning light so wonderfully on the eastern horizon that I happened upon, dare I say, a Dionysian tableaux that I will relate herein. I had ridden out after lunch out to examine the quality of said construction. It was a splendid sunny day with a light breeze; yes it was warm, but delightfully summery. Having dismounted to look over the masonry on the ascending promenade after a vigorous ride, I had wandered to rest beneath the shade afforded by the overhanging marble lintel that spanned the Corinthian capped columns. Let's not argue architectural philosophy on this point John, I know your views are quite traditional in this regard. I was casually leaning against one of the fluted shafts looking along the coast when my gaze was drawn to youthful voices in a clearing amongst the scrubby trees about twenty yards distant. From my vantage point in the shade of the column and the lintel I could see, off in the irregular brush surrounding the trees, two boys. One, the larger of the two, was entirely naked from head to toe. The other, about a half a foot shorter, still had his shirt on, but was naked from the waist down. I immediately secreted myself behind the column in order not to be seen, just peeking my head out enough to observe what went on below. The larger lad, dark-haired, was standing, legs spread and arms uncomfortably back, looking down upon his flaxen-haired compatriot who was bent at the waist before him. It was immediately obvious to me that the younger boy was engaged in an act of fellatio upon the older. John, seeing such a carnal sight aroused an immediate quickening in my own generative engine. From my angle I was not able to see the older boy's privates, but being visually lined up almost directly behind the younger boy, I could see between the twigs and branches of the brush his smooth, naked nates displayed beneath the hem of his shirt. Between his spread legs a tight, hairless scrotum was readily apparent. As I watched the younger boy bobbing up and down, I came to realize that he was simultaneously involved in manually stroking his penis as he orally ministered to his friend's unseen phallus. The actions of the boys and the display of those youthful buttocks resulted in my member rising to its full dimension in less than two shakes, if I might be granted the near pun John, of a lamb's tail. After a short interval the younger boy rose enough to voice a biological query to his older companion, "Are you close to making your juice?" "I'm almost there. Keep sucking," was the earnest reply. The younger boy went back to work. The older boy hadn't moved from his awkward and uncomfortable stance one iota. But, it became apparent there was a change being affected by his young friend's effort; the fellated boy's visage took on a more tense aspect, especially at the corners of his mouth. His nose wrinkled as if to sneeze. "My juice is a-comin' Benji," the naked youth announced with no uncertainty. The only outward indication that the standing boy had reached the acme of satisfaction was a repeated, slight forward thrust of his hips accompanied by a satisfied exhalation. After a suitable ejaculatory interval, Benji arose expectorating his companion's just-loosed seed. That accomplished, Benji undertook a vigorous excitation of his own, unseen by me, member. His older companion, looking relaxed, watched as his playmate masturbated determinedly. Within thirty seconds it was apparent that the younger boy had achieved his own climax. "I still didn't get no seed, Eric," the younger lad said with a bit of disappointment in his voice. "Don't worry, Benji, you will," the older boy assured him. With that, both boys quickly donned their rough attire and went off towards the small village that lies outside of the estate property to the north. When they were out of sight I quickly unbuttoned my jodhpurs, loosed my own engine, and applied myself with a vigor befitting a teenage lad. My discharge was copious and fell in a visible array upon the cool marble beneath my feet. I will admit that the arboreal, goatish sights of that noon provided me with additional pleasure that evening in its recollection. I later found that the two boys were offspring of my staff. The older lad, Eric, was my assistant gardener's fourteen-year-old son and the younger, Benji, was the thirteen-year-old son of a woman employed in the household laundry. I, of course, never see them about the house, but I will venture out to the belvedere with keen expectation in the coming days and weeks. I will let you know of any further rites of Eros that I may happen upon. Fondly, Uncle Alfred -------------------- The following loose pages, part of a much more extensive set of letters from August 1903 now lost, were found gathered in an envelope titled with the handwritten notation "Billy." They appear to refer to William Galbraith Luddington, a nephew on Alfred's wife's side and a second cousin to John who attained a degree of notoriety in post-war Continental circles. He died while at Capri in 1927 at the age of 38. -------------------- (Page Two) ... After being warned away from venturing alone near the eastern edifice, he had, of course, headed straight towards any possibility of the hinted upon activity. I had to manage some discretion in my arrival in case Billy was in any way reticent to dismount and venture beyond the property. I needn't have worried. Billy had already made his way down the hill and had made the acquaintance of Eric and Benji who had arrived at the precisely the hour of their meetings heretofore. I was a bit more distant than usual so I was only able to hear snippets of the conversation between the boys. At first Eric and Benji appeared deferentially reluctant to associate with someone of the house, as well as disappointed to have their recreation interfered with, but Billy put them at ease. What I did hear was Billy expressing an interest in playing with the boys. "I haven't any companions my age at the house and I would be most grateful to spend my time with other boys rather than those stuffy adults." "Well ... I don't know," Eric pondered aloud with his companion, "maybe he could join in with us, Benji." Benji wasn't too sure about violating propriety. "Gee, Eric what'f he tells?" "I won't tell, I give you my solemn promise," our cousin averred. "Well, here's what me and Benji do, see ..." With this the older boy put his arm familiarly around our young cousin's shoulder and closely confided at least some of the details of the noontime liaisons shared by the boys. After listening for a short while, Billy responded with a boisterous declaration. "I would be ever so glad to participate, it sounds like splendid fun!" With this the boys went immediately to opening their breeches and presenting each other pridefully with their respective boyhoods. John, the youthful encounter in the stand of half-denuded, stunted trees brought back to mind my boyhood explorations! My manhood hardened with uncomfortable pleasure at a distinctly downward angle in my jodhpurs. I refrained from straightening my member or touching it in any way; I wanted only the sensual delights of the eye to inflame my passion. This mature restraint on my part stood in complete opposition to the boy's energetic activities below. Each boy, in charmingly random, contrapuntal sympathy, vigorously handled his penis; alternating an intense, determined stroking with an occasional pause to delicately slide back his hood to fully expose his glans and to display his fully erect state to his companions. This bawdy puppetry went on for several minutes before the oldest, Eric, made a demand of Benji. He complied, demonstrating only a brief shyness at Billy's presence. As the younger boy kneeled before the older's aroused phallus, reddened at its bulbous terminus, our cousin circled in for a more intimate perspective. Billy clasped his protruding boyhood tightly as he observed the flaxen-haired supplicant accept the proffered flesh. Eric guided the devoted efforts, fingers entwined in the young boy's locks. It was at this point our Billy made an, unheard on my part, suggestion to the gardener's son that was met with immediate, wide-eyed surprise on his part. Eric stilled Benji's incorporative zeal and appeared to ask several questions of Billy. Apparently the answers satisfied the older boy and young Benji was pushed back on his heels freeing the erect youth's saliva-slick shaft; it glistened, obscenely corpulent, in the dappled sunlight. I am sure, John that you can anticipate immediate turn of events. I, too, foresaw what our Billy had undoubtedly proposed. To watch it in its immediacy however, took it beyond a prosaic relating of the turn of events of which I'm afraid, due to my lack of poetic talent, my missive consists. No, the scene before me was lyrical, as if a spell had been cast on the frieze from a red-glazed Classical libation cup animating Youth's eternal essence. Billy knelt before the gardener's son. After a breathless interval of reverence, our cousin took in hand the prominent staff standing before him. He looked upwards for permission. It was silently granted. He opened his lips and took in the half-hooded glans of the older boy. There was a pause, as if our cousin was considering a novel sensation, rather like one's first taste of caviar. Impatient, Eric's fingers found Billy's ears, compelling less contemplation and more incorporation. He drew our cousin further forward and, jaws stretched, Billy was able to take most of the older boy's prominence, only gagging slightly at the last. It wasn't a minute before Billy had mastered sliding back and forward upon the "tree of life" of my gardener's boy and the older lad was able to release his hold on our cousin's ears; Billy would soon harvest the fruits of his labors. Eric must've indicated the approach of his climax with an inaudible, to me, grunt, because I heard Benji venture a query. "Are you goin' to make your juice in his mouth?" Eric didn't answer the youngster, but he did momentarily stop Billy from his efforts. He appeared to be explaining what was to come to our servile cousin. The only instructions I heard clearly were near the end. "Don't stop until I tell you to, whatever you do," and, "Try to swallow it." Our Billy nodded his affirmation. Eric led our cousin to back his glistening shaft. In it went. In the next minute the gardener's son took Billy's fair locks in hand, steadying our cousin's rhythm. I watched the older boy's thighs go rigid, then his buttocks tense. The standing boy's lip curled as he climbed to heavenly heights. His discharge came upon him. I watched Billy choke and sputter. Our cousin tried to escape, but was held in place by a clutching of his cherubic curls. It was but a few moments, but, I am sure long moments for the participants, before our cousin's distress eased the older boy's grip. Billy instinctively coughed and spit the pearly essence upon the ground. At this, unable to restrain myself, I quickly loosed my rampant member and frantically stroked forth a flood of salty, nacreous nectar upon the shaded pedestal of the marbled column I hid behind. Eric offered unheard words of congratulations and Billy arose from his "first communion" rather unsteadily, but in excellent spirits. It was at this point that our Billy was afforded reciprocal hospitality, although the boys moved behind some shrubbery and my view was quite restricted. The older boy made Benji service our cousin which sent him into transports judging by how hard our Billy squinted. Well John, I questioned our young cousin at dinner that night about the agreeability of his visit and the recreational activities afforded him on the estate. He replied that he found the surroundings quite suitable for adventure and exploration. I allowed myself one query of a risqué nature when I asked if he found any interesting wildlife while out and about. He replied, after a slight pause and a reddened blush, in the affirmative. I went no further along this line of inquiry as I did not want our lad to suspect that his explorations may have been seen by another party. I will assiduously forward any further observations of seaside meetings as they arise. Uncle Alfred -------------------- Third Fragment (Only the last few pages of this letter survive) ------------------- ... it was like the frenzied rutting of animals. The circled boys, awaiting their turn, pranced, scarcely able to contain themselves. Even though our cousin was compelled to minister orally to the next boy ready to claim his turn, they hadn't a hope of staying their lust and Billy was left wanting. His moans were not solely from the forceful, repetitive penetrations of his anus; no, they were in actuality a desperate desire to taste the smegma besmeared coroni, the semi-hirsute scroti of his teenage ravishers. Again and again our cousin applied himself industriously to the lustful task. One after another, the boys before him emptied their seed, snorting and grimacing in closed-eyed ecstasy. Spent, they withdrew; some still hard, others drooping sloppily. After an impressive interval of Sodomic endurance, Eric sputteringly declared the impending acme of his efforts to our cousin. "Get ready! You're going to get my juice." With clenching haunches, the gardener's son planted deeply. Our cousin, head hung, wet curls clinging to the nape of his neck, braced himself against the lad's determined plowing. A short, panting interval elapsed before the sated boy withdrew his spent member. An invitation ensued. "Okay, Davey, I got `im loose for ya." The gardener's son's taller companion lowered his trousers to his ankles and kneeled behind our cousin. His Priapic fortitude, hitherto partially concealed, now revealed itself to be more man than boy; not overly long, but of noticeable girth. I had a momentary glimpse of the glans penis; it was plum-like in both shape and deep, rich color. Would Billy be able to accept the prize? I am proud to report, John that our young William proved able. The dominant boy rudely applied his engine to our cousin's posterior and, after an initial struggle for entrance, proceeded to drive himself home with the determined thrust of hip befitting a mounting bull. After a short interval of pained grimaces and groans, Billy's mien took on the air of ecstatic transport seen depicted amongst the saints in the most impassioned of Counter-Reformation paintings. Their coupling was an enraptured pas de deux of uninhibited sensuality and the sympathy engendered by such an unbridled display of erotic fervor gave voice to the surrounding youthful chorus. "Give him that cock, Davey!" "You show him what fer!" "Pump that Nancy boy's ass hard!" The dénouement was not long in coming. The dominant boy used our cousin fully, his labored brow adrip with perspiration in the noonday sun. The bestial vigor of the older boy's thrusts, their sheer penetrative power, brought an increasing arch to Billy's back; head raised, mouth agape, our cousin gave forth a goatish bleat. "Ahh ... Ahh ... Ahhh!" Frozen, delicate muscles taut in rapturous transport, Billy's undoubtedly clenching anus brought his suitor to the zenith of celestial delight. Discharging with a teeth-baring grimace, deep guttural grunts sounded from the clearing below as the archaic, yet timeless scene played before me. The heat of the afternoon and the overwhelming satyric display arrayed below brought my personal resolution to this Symphony of Youth; an arcing crescendo of rhythmic pulsations from my own high strung instrument. I am afraid that I soiled my jodhpurs quite noticeably, creating a bit of knowing embarrassment later at the stables as I dismounted and handed off the reins to my groom. As a postscript to this bacchanal, John, it was brought to my attention that night at dinner by Marjorie that Billy had suffered skinned knees while at play that afternoon. Trying to suppress a smile, I asked the boy how he came about his injuries. Billy replied that he tripped and fell over a root whilst walking about in the woods. Marjorie, of course, admonished Billy for taking such a dangerous course in leaving the manicured paths of the estate to go off into the woods were such injurious things would inevitably occur and forbade him from such adventures in the future. Billy poutingly objected, with obvious disappointment in his voice, knowing well his aunt could not be contradicted on these matters because it would inevitably get back to his mother. I nobly came to the boy's defense and said that was perfectly natural for a curious boy to go about exploring, the "spirit of adventure," et cetera. Marjorie was miffed, but I concluded with a bit of advice for our young William to "be careful exploring, especially of roots sticking up in the woods, the consequences of which, you now know, can be quite painful." I will immediately forward any further observations on our cousin's continuing rustic education. Your Argus on the Island, Uncle Alfred All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2014. Please give a contribution to Nifty to keep this resource online.