Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2019 22:44:55 +0000 From: daniel freeman Subject: Victoriana Chapter 1 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 (bb – Mb – Mbb) so don't proceed if you are likely to be offended - you've been warned! I welcome feedback and can be reached via my new email: puermalo1 @ protonmail.com CHAPTER 1. I go to School – My Companion Samuel – Mr. Bonerton – Samuel's Tale – A Man and Two Boys When I was twelve years old, I was sent as a boarder to a distant school. I shared a bedroom with another boy named Samuel P. He was a year older and of a warm friendly disposition. We soon became very intimate and promised to tell each other all our secrets. We were both exceedingly curious to know all about the secret pleasures of sex, and often talked over the subject at night, all the time fondling and playing with each other's little rods. "Did you ever hear any name for this stiff little thing, Edward?" "Yes, it is called a prick. One of the boys wrote it the other day on his slate. He said that was what the older boys called it." Samuel then got over me, and rubbed his little prick against mine, while I held the cheeks of his bottom and pressed him in between my thighs. "Edward, did you ever notice the lump between the legs of Mr. Bonerton, the resident tutor?" "Yes, it's his prick. A man has one that is much larger than a boy." "O yes, I know that, but have you seen it swell out when he talks to us boys, and leans over us to make us hold our pens right?" "Perhaps he is then thinking of our little bums." "I am sure of it, and especially of yours, for you are his favourite. If he were here now I know what he would like to do." "What?" "Just to get on top of you, and shove his prick into your bum, and fuck you." I only laughed, and we soon fell asleep. ... A few days after, having a headache, I remained in school whilst the rest of the boys were playing upon the sports field. I was not aware that anyone was in the school, until happening to pass Mr. Bonerton's room, he suddenly sprang out, caught me in his arms, drew me in, and closed the door. "Oh, Mr. Bonerton! Please let me go." "Young Edward, let me tell you how dearly I love you." And while he half smothered me with kisses, he gently drew me towards the bed. "No, I won't sit down - let me up - don't attempt to put your hands inside my breeches." But he forced his hand down, and I felt his eager fingers exploring all my secrets there. "Mr. Bonerton, take your hand away - I cannot allow such liberties - let me up." "Don't, my boy, for there is no one to hear." "Do let me up, sir, and take your hand away - oh my! how dare you lift my shirt." He held me down, and soon, despite my struggles, he uncovered all my belly and thighs, and my stiff little pole lay bare and exposed to view. It was the first time it had been seen in such a state by a man, and I felt horribly ashamed. But a peculiar sensation of pleasure quickly turned the idea of exposure into a source of delight. His face flushed, and his eyes sparkled as he looked down, and exclaimed, "What a lovely prick you have, Edward, how delicious and inviting. I must kiss it. Oh! how sweet it is." He stooped and warmly kissed my hardness. Then opening his lips, he sucked upon the tip and pushed his tongue into the tiny piss slit. The touch of his mouth made my prick thrill, and when I felt his tongue moving around the shaft, I could not help opening my thighs and raising myself a little, so as to afford him a freer access to that pleasurable spot. When he stood up, I saw that his trousers were down, and that his prick was sticking out pointed towards me and nodding its great red head as if in proud defiance. Holding it in his hand, he said, "Look at this poor fellow, Edward, he craves your kind indulgence, won't you take him in your hand?" "Oh, for shame! Mr. Bonerton! Put that horrid thing away. I won't look at it or touch it." And I covered my privates with my hand. He pulled my hand away, and placing it on his prick, forced my fingers round it. It felt deliciously smooth and soft, but at the same time firm and stiff. "Mr. Bonerton, let me up. What do you mean?" "I mean that I am going to fuck you Edward; to put my prick into your bum and fuck you." "I will never let you. It would harm me and hurt me." "No, my boy, it will neither hurt you nor harm you. Let me put it in, do, my sweet child." He turned me over upon the bed and pushed the head of his prick in between the cheeks of my exposed rear, moving it up and down the furrow. "There, that does not hurt you, I am sure." He then placed it at the opening, and with a sudden push forced it in. "Oh! Mr. Bonerton! Take it out. Oh! it is hurting me. You said you would not hurt me." But he only pushed harder, then something gave away inside, and I felt the whole prick rush up inside me. It had a startling effect at first, and almost took away my breath, but when he went on to work his tool in and out, and I felt it rubbing with a most delicious friction against my bum, the feeling became one of overpowering delight. I twisted about and heaved to meet his thrusts. "There, boy, now don't you like that?" "Yes, I like it now, that's very nice." "Now say its name." I whispered, "Prick." "Say it out." "Prick." "And yours?" "Bum." "And doing this?" "Fucking." "Go on, say what it is you like." "I like to feel your prick fucking my bum." "Oh, go on, it's just coming." "Prick - bum - fucking – prick – bum - fucking." Then, drawing his prick suddenly out of my hole, he poured a torrent of hot seed across my buttocks. After this day, Mr. Bonerton and I lost no opportunity of performing the sweet rites of Venus, and he soon initiated me into all the various ways and modes of enjoyment. I found that I could fully trust him, as he was very discreet, and particularly careful to avoid doing me harm. ... Samuel and I too became more and more confidential. I acknowledged to him that I had been fucked but did not name Mr. Bonerton. One night I prevailed on him to give me full particulars of some love scenes between his elder brother James and an older cousin named William. Both boys were in their fifteenth year. Samuel began his narrative: They used to take me out to walk with them. They generally went to a wood where they had a favourite resting place, well sheltered among the trees. But when there they always sent me away to gather blackberries. I often saw them kissing, and sometimes when no one was looking, push their hands inside each other's trousers. This aroused my curiosity, and I resolved to watch them. So, the next time when I went off to gather fruit, I made a circuit, and entered the wood behind them. I crept through the trees until I could both hear and see them plainly. William was lying on his back, his trousers all open, and a long fleshy thing with a purple head was standing up. James was stooping over it moving it up and down with his hand. Then he kissed it and took it in his mouth and sucked it. `How nicely you suck my prick, James. Kneel up now, I want to see your beautiful bottom.' As he did so he removed his trousers, uncovering the two round cheeks of his bottom, and I saw the hairy hole exposed. `My darling, you have a splendid backside,' said William. `The sight of it would bring to life the prick of a dying man. Keep as you are, I'll fuck you this time from behind, in what is called dog fashion.' He then got up, and knelt between James's legs, and drawing apart the white cheeks of his bottom, pushed his prick into the hole. Then holding his hips, William worked his article rapidly in and out, telling him to push back his bottom to meet each thrust of his prick. James panted and pushed, while William grunted out, 'Do you feel it James? Do you feel my prick?' 'Yes, William, I do feel your prick, ever so far up my rear - that's right - drive it in hard. Fuck-fuck-fuck.' Then they fell together on the grass, and I ran away. "How did your prick feel, Samuel, when you saw William's member, and watched them fucking?" "Oh, it used to get very hot, and then I would rub it and squeeze it as hard as I could." "Did you often see them doing it, Samuel?" "Yes, many a time, and in every kind of way." "Did they ever find you out, Samuel?" "They did. I'll tell you how." His narrative continued: One day I crept up very close to them, James was standing with his back against a tree and with his trousers about his ankles. William was kneeling between his legs sucking his prick. He looked up and James said: 'Well, to please you – I must surely spend.' And white fluid spurted out from his hairy prick. He had scarcely done before William sucked upon it again and sipped up the droplets. 'Now, William, it's my turn to see you spurting.' `Well, if you hold my prick I'll try.' James held it, rubbing it all the time, as if he was milking a cow's teat. Then he kissed and sucked it. `Your prick is in grand order today. Look how stiff it is.' James bent it down, and let it go, when it sprang up erect as before. 'Lie on your back, William, and I'll get over you, I know it is a way you like.' So, William lay down, his fine prick standing up in full erection. James straddled over him with his white bum jutting out and stuffed William's prick into his bumhole. Then he bounded up and down like a jockey riding. When he rose up, I could see the prick standing up, all red and inflamed. Then heaving down, the prick rushed up into his bum, and his buttocks came flap against William's belly. This scene excited me greatly. I envied James. He seemed to enjoy it so thoroughly. And not thinking what I was doing, I forced my middle finger right up my own bottom, the sudden pain made me cry. 'Oh!' They started, and quickly drawing aside the branches, saw me, my clothes dishevelled, and my finger in my bum. 'Holloa, Samuel! is that you?' cried William. 'You wicked little imp,' said my brother, James, 'how dare you steal upon us in that manner?' I said nothing, but covering my face with my hands, began to cry. `Don't scold him, perhaps he could not help it. Come here, Samuel, sit down and dry your tears. Now promise you will never speak of anything you may have seen.' I sat down, and earnestly promised all that they desired. William, passing his hand beneath my clothes, and pinching my rear, said: 'You have already given me a glimpse of this little nook, Samuel. I want a closer and fuller view. Lean back. Open your legs. There, there. Hasn't he a nice innocent looking boy bum, James? I think the arse of a young boy is particularly pleasant to look upon, and to kiss too,' he said, as he held up my bottom with his hands, and buried his face between my legs. I felt his whiskers brushing my thighs, and his soft tongue pushing into my hole. `Yes,' replied James, 'you may pet and kiss Samuel's little plaything as much as you like but remember that is all.' `Tell me, Samuel, what did you see?' `I saw you pushing something into James.' William drew out his prick, and putting my hand on it, asked, 'Was this what you saw?' `Yes.' 'Do you know what it is called?' `Yes, I heard James call it a prick.' `And what's this little hole?' `My bum.' `Would you like to see my prick going into James's bumhole again?' `Oh, yes, I would very much.' `Well, James, let us have another turn before we go, my prick is awfully excited.' He laid James back, and opening his legs, made me look at his bumhole. I had often seen it before when he was bathing but had never looked into it until now. He put my hand on it and said: 'See this bumhole, how delightful it is. That's the sort of hole a man loves to fuck. And see how red and hot it is. Put a finger in.' My index finger entered easily. The soft warm folds inside closed on my finger, and seemed to suck it in. "Just like your own arse, Edward. Oh! how hot it is! and how it throbs! And mine is throbbing too. Let us have a mutual suck before I proceed with my story." I readily agreed, for my prick felt all in a flame. We threw off our nightshirts and lay naked on the bed. He got over me and sucked eagerly at my hard rod and, twining his arms round my hips, tickled my bottom. My tongue was equally busy about his sweet bum, and as he felt it penetrating the heated parts inside, he wriggled about, and pressed his bottom on my face. Samuel then resumed his exciting narrative: William knelt between James's thighs, and made me direct his prick into my brother's eager bumhole. I held it by the root as it passed quickly up. He told me to stir his balls and pinch his bottom. Meanwhile, I watched the operation with the greatest interest and delight. As William warmed to the work, his muscular bottom heaved backward and forward with increasing rapidity, making his prick plunge in and out of my brother's hot receptacle. `Are you pinching him, Samuel?' asked William. `Pinch hard.' I pinched my brother's bottom and tickled the balls. 'Samuel, oh, tell us what you see,' William implored. `I see your bottom heaving backward and forward and your prick rushing in and out of James's bum.' `What else do you see, Samuel?' `I see the bag below your prick and the big balls in it.' `Stir them, Samuel. What else do you see?' `I see the round hole of your bottom.' 'Put your finger inside my hole, Samuel. Oh! Oh!!' he cried, as he drove his prick with great force into James and banged his balls against his bottom. Recounting the story put Samuel and I in such a state of excitement. I juddered with the thrill although I was yet too young to produce love's juice. Samuel reached the point of release and his little prick throbbed in my hand before depositing some sticky droplets on his belly. ... The next time I went to Mr. Bonerton, after the usual preliminaries of petting and sucking, he said he wished to try a new mode of enjoyment which he had seen in a picture. He first set up a large mirror before us, and then sitting on the edge of a sofa, he lifted me up, and placed my bottom on his belly. Then putting his hands under my thighs, he raised my knees up so that, in the glass, we had a most exciting view of my bumhole, and his upstanding prick nestling against the cleft of my rump. Mr. Bonerton smiled as he saw the engorged head of his tool against my hole. He spoke: "How beautifully plump your bottom is; my sweet Edward. But let us not hurry, it is so pleasant to talk together while my prick is pushing inside your bumhole. I want you to tell me something about your friend Samuel. Does he know much of these matters?" "Indeed, he does, everything in fact." "Do you speak out the names? Prick, bum, and so on?" "Yes, he talks freely of pricks and bums, and of fucking too." "Was he ever fucked in the bottom, do you think?" "I think not, but he has often seen it done." "How was he able to manage that?" I told him how he had seen his brother fucked by his cousin William. "Do you often pet each other's pricks?" "Yes, nearly every night." "How?" "When we are stripping for bed, he often asks me to lean back; and then he kisses and pets my prick, and I do the same for him." "Has he a nice bum?" "It is a nice little bumhole, much tighter than mine." "Does he have a nice prick?" "Indeed, sir, he does. It has the prettiest little hairs about it, too." "Does he spend?" "Only a little, sir, he is but thirteen years." "Why, Edward, you have quite excited me. Would you be awfully jealous if you saw me fucking him?" "No, I would not be such a fool." "Edward, you are the loveliest boy, and have the sweetest bumhole in the world. But I must spend now. Hold it in your hand. There - see - how it spouts." Before leaving I consented to let him hide in my wardrobe the following evening, that he might hear and see how we got on together. When the time came, I detained Samuel until I was sure that Mr. Bonerton was safely ensconced in his hiding place. Then we went to our room and, having carefully fastened the door, commenced undressing as usual right opposite my wardrobe. I stopped him as he was putting on his nightshirt, and said: "Samuel, the night is warm, let us have some sport before we go to bed. And first give me a good peep at your nice little bumhole." I stretched open his buttocks, as he knelt upon the bed, that Mr. Bonerton might have a better view. I opened the soft cheeks, and said: "Your hole is very red tonight, have you much feeling in it?" "Yes, it is all aglow. Oh! rub your finger - there - you may push it in if you like." The door of the wardrobe opened a little further. "Lean back Edward, and let us tip our pricks, for want of something better." He got in between my thighs and pushed hard against my groin. Mr. Bonerton must have had a grand view of Samuel's peach-like bottom, as he heaved it up and down. The door opened further, and I could see the head of a prick sticking out. "Tell me, Edward, once again, how you felt the first time you were fucked?" "Well, you know, he pushed me back on the bed, pulled down my clothes, and in spite of all my efforts, laid bare my bottom. Then he forced himself in between my thighs with his naked prick standing up. He made me take it in my hand and rub it up and down. He praised my prick, and sucked it, which I thought very nice, though I wondered at his doing it." "I don't," said Samuel. "I love to suck your prick, Edward, but go on, tell me more." "He said he wanted to fuck me. I said he shouldn't, but he forced the head of his prick against my hole. Then giving a great heave he drove it up. It smarted me a good deal at first, but when it got in altogether, and he commenced to work it in and out, the pleasure was so great that I could not help telling him, when he asked me, that I liked his fucking very much, and that his prick felt very nice in my bum." Here Samuel commenced bounding between my thighs. "Oh! Edward! how I long for a large prick. How I do wish that Bonerton was here. I could almost ask him to fuck me, my bumhole is so burning hot." The wardrobe door opened, and Mr. Bonerton stepped out perfectly naked. In a moment he was behind Samuel, poking his prick against the boy's rear. "Here I am then, ready and delighted to gratify each of my sweet boys." Samuel started, but when he looked back and saw Mr. Bonerton, and felt the head of his prick at his hole, he hid his blushing face in my neck, and resigned himself to the amorous attack. I laughed and held his buttocks open while Mr. Bonerton drove his prick into the virgin bumhole. It did not hurt him too much, as he had prepared the opening when frigging it with his finger. After a few strokes I asked him how he liked the feel of a prick in his bum. "Oh Edward," he replied, "Why do you ask me? You know well yourself how a prick feels." I slipped my hand between them and felt his little balls as Mr. Bonerton plunged in and out. Our teacher was too much excited by all that he had seen and heard to be able to prolong his fuck, so he soon withdrew his prick. I held it in my hand, as he rubbed it in the furrow between the cheeks of her bottom, and I soon felt the emitting spasm, as it poured a stream of hot sperm over Samuel's back. Full spent, Mr. Bonerton now placed his pendant tool in Samuel's hand, and said if he would pet it a little that it would soon be in working order again. Samuel raised it up and, regarding it with interest, drew back the soft movable skin, and uncovered its rosy head. "Kiss it Samuel," I said bending his head towards it. He kissed the end of Mr. Bonerton's prick, as he gently worked it up and down. Then as it gradually stiffened, he let its head pass into his mouth, while his roving hands wandered over his bottom and balls. Then Mr. Bonerton laid him back that he might inspect and kiss his pretty pricklet. "Are not these delicate hairs very nice?" I said, passing my hand over Samuel's juvenile growth. Mr. Bonerton suckled greedily on Samuel's prick until the lad groaned and spilled cupid's droplets upon the schoolmaster's tongue. ... Please consider a donation to Nifty to keep this wonderful resource active.