Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2019 22:22:35 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: VICTORIANA chapter 3

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 via: puermalo1 @
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CHAPTER THREE

The next evening Colin offered to sleep with me. I could not repress a
smile as I consented.

When we were undressing Colin said: "I would like to see you quite naked,
Edward. You know we boys need not be ashamed of one another, and I will set
the example."  He threw off his clothing and stood before me then, pointing
to my prick, he remarked how pleasant it was.

I replied that his little pole was prettier, though it was barely three
inches in length.

Colin put his hand on my prick and asked me to let him feel it.

"And you may feel mine if you like."

He touched my shaft and, passing his fingers down it, he found my balls.

"Edward, you have very nice balls, can you spend?"

I told Colin I could and reached a hand behind him until I found his tight
bumhole.

He smiled as he said: "Edward, do you like my bum?"

"I do," said I.

"Have you ever had a prick in your bottom?"

"I have Colin, haven't you?"

"Yes. Now tell me how it happened, and I'll tell you about myself
afterwards."

I related my adventure with Mr. Bonerton, and how he was so fond of kissing
and sucking my prick.

"Would you like me to suck your prick?"

"I would, dear Colin, and I'll suck yours too."

"Well, lean back and open your thighs. There, do you like that?"

Young Colin sucked my prick with great ardour, rolling his tongue round and
round upon the swollen head.

After enjoying it for a while I said, "It is my turn now, dear Colin, let
me suckle your sweet prick, while you are giving me the account you
promised."

I stooped down and began to suck the boy's prick while he began his
narrative:

"There is a river that runs through the village. In the summer months the
children of the village often go there to paddle and play. Oft times, the
little boys and girls are naked until they reach eight or nine years old: I
remember being greatly struck with the fine little cocks of the other boys
and wondered why they differed so from girls.  When I was eight years of
age, I used to play with the parson's son who was just my age. He was a
smart intelligent boy named was Joseph.  One day I caught him piddling and
looking at his cock. I laughed and told him a bird might come and peck it
off and turn him into a girl.  He said he would be sorry for he would much
rather be a man than a woman, `And when I grow to be a man,' he said, `this
will grow big.'

`How do you know?' I said, putting my hand on it.

`Because I have often seen men naked. Do you know what a man calls it?'

`No. What?'

`He calls it a prick.'

`Oh?'

`And do you know what he does with it?'

`He piddles with it, I suppose, like yourself.

`Ah!' he said, looking very sly, `he does more than that.'

'What?'

`He can put it into a woman between her legs, in that queer little slit the
girls have.'

`There's no room for it there,' I said.

`Yes, there is,' he said, firmly, `And there's more I can tell, too.'

`What?'

`A man can put his prick into a boy's bottom.'

`That would hurt too much, Joseph,' I said in disbelief.

`It might, just for a minute,' he continued, `but soon the boy enjoys it.'

`How, what do you mean?'

`I'll tell you, but mind, it's a great secret. You know the schoolmaster?
Well, when the naughty boys are sent to him, he flogs their bottoms. One
day, a boy named Bert was sent for a beating. I stole round to a window of
the schoolmaster's room and hid. I peeped in as the schoolmaster brought
young Bert into the room. He had him lean upon a chair, then he pulled down
the boy's breeches, uncovering his bum, and took out his cane.

He said: 'Be quiet, Bert. If you let me have my will of you, I won't hurt
you, but if you won't I'll give it you.'

The schoolmaster opened his trousers and out started, oh! such a big one,
it would have frightened you! He pushed it against the boy's bottom. Bert
cried more than ever.

Now, the schoolmaster brought down the cane with a smart stinging blow on
the exposed rear. Poor Bert jumped and yelled.

`Be quiet now or you'll get more.'

He stopped and stood up close behind the unfortunate youth. Then his
fingers reached for the boy's pink bumhole. The schoolmaster put in the
head of his prick, and giving a great push, it went in every bit of
it. Then he withdrew it out all wet and red looking and, putting his arms
round Bert's hips he went on pushing in and out with all his might.  Bert
did not object, indeed, he only poked out his bottom as if to get more of
it.

Then the schoolmaster stopped suddenly, and pressed in hard against him,
groaning in such a strange manner.

After which he sent Bert away.

`That's very odd, Joseph. It must have hurt Bert very much.'

`Indeed, it didn't. He seemed to like it beyond anything. I know it by the
way he stuck out his bottom. Will you just try, and you'll feel how
pleasant it is?'

My amorous feelings were aroused, so I did not object to his having a
trial. I bent over, as he told me, and jutted out my bottom. He tried to
get his cock into my bum but failed. I put down my hand and kept my cheeks
apart, but whether from my immaturity or his inexperience, he could not
succeed.

A few days afterwards he came running up to me in great glee, crying out:
`I can do it now, Colin, I can do it now!'

`Stop your noise. What do you mean?'

`Stay, Colin, and I will tell you. You know my father is the parson, don't
you?'

`Yes, I do, so what of it?'

`Then you'll know about the boys he has singing in the choir?'

`Yes, go on.'

`Yesterday, I came home early and discovered he had three choirboys with
him. He did not see me as I was hidden behind the door. I could not believe
what I saw next. My father ordered them to strip off and, once they were
naked, he began to playfully slap their bottoms and touch their young
pricks. Then, the boys pulled out my father's prick and handled his
balls. Then he chased them naked around the room. Whenever he caught one,
he held fast to the boy's rear and, making him kneel, would stick his prick
into it from behind while the others tickled his balls and bottom. In the
midst of the fun, one of them suddenly opened the door, and spying on me,
seized me, and dragging me into the room, cried out: 'Oh, here's
Joseph. What shall we do with him?'

`Let's strip him,' cried another, 'and we will make him fuck Francis. He is
the youngest and his bum will fit his little prick best.'

My father only laughed and said: 'All right, go at it you wicked boys.'

So, I was stripped, nothing loath, and placed over Francis, who was lying
on the floor. He had his legs apart to expose the orifice. One of the other
boys, after kissing and sucking my little cock, pushed it in. Then they
slapped my bottom and sat around to watch the performance.

Oh, you can't think how easy my prick slipped into his tight bum. And I
felt it growing bigger when it got in; he was so hot inside. He jerked up
his bottom, while I worked and pushed as I had seen father do until the
nice warm feeling came and I nearly fainted with pleasure.

His narration completed he looked at me and said, "Look at it, Edward,
isn't it larger and stronger than before?"

He held it in his hand and drew back the skin until its head stood up round
and red as a cherry.

"Put your hand oh it, Edward. Feel how firm it is!"

I took it in my hand and rubbed it up and down.

"Yes, Colin, it is larger and stronger. You may put it in my bum if you
like."

I dropped my breeches and exposed my rear to him. He looked at and felt my
hole.

"Yours is much prettier and nicer than Francis's, Edward. Hold it open
while I push it in."

I put my hands down and opened the cleft of my buttocks. He directed the
head of his little prick to the right spot and began to push. It
entered. He pushed harder. It got in more and more until it was all
enclosed in my bottom.

Oh, sweet sensation! Colin may have only had a little boy's prick but it
felt so nice inside my bum.

His eyes sparkled and his breath came hard and fast. I told him to push in
his prick and fuck me very well.

Having now ascertained for ourselves the wondrous power we each possessed
of conferring pleasure on the other, our play always turned on the practice
and enjoyment of love. We were never tired of examining and petting each
other's privates.

And our senses being now fully aroused, we were always seeking to enlarge
our experience of the ways and means enjoyment.  ...


Now I must tell of other happenings concerning my father. He was in the
habit of walking in the garden after sunset when it was nearly dark, to
smoke his cigar. I always found his absence to be strange and determined to
discover if there was more to the matter than it seemed. So, one evening, I
stole from the house and hurried to the garden in secret. Hiding amongst
the bushed, I heard voices in a sheltered walk and, as it was almost dark,
I was able to get within range of hearing without being seen. Through the
twilight gloom I saw my father and another boy from the village.

"Now, Nicholas, be kind and you'll be my pet, and I will give you a shining
sixpence - there, let me feel your bottom, that's a good boy, lean against
this tree, give me your hand, place it here, close your fingers round
it. That's the way. You have a dear little prick, Nicholas, fat and
plump. But I wonder you have much hair on it. How old are you, boy?"

"Just fourteen, sir."

"Bend over so that I might push it in - there it's in - How do you like the
feel of my prick in your bum?"

"It feels very nice, push it in more."

I heard them panting as they shoved together. These exertions led to
Nicholas spilling his hot young juices upon the grass and, soon after, my
father spent his seed into the bum of the village boy.  Nicholas soon
departed but only after my father made him promise to meet him at that same
hour that day every week.

I often followed him out now, and found he always had one of the village
boys with him.

I then learned all the terms and ways of enjoyment, for he was fond of
variety, and loved to make them talk, and say all manner of words while he
fucked them. And I was astonished to hear how freely they spoke of pricks,
bums, balls, frigging, fucking, pissing, etc.

...


I had now reached the age of thirteen. Colin could not visit as he was now
working on the farm. Although I could play with myself and spend my sweet
juices, my bum, not having been entered for a long time, was in a state of
longing and desire.

So, when Nicholas's turn came next the thought flashed upon me, why not
impersonate him for one occasion.

I was about his height and size, and my prick was now pretty decorated with
a tuft of hair. I sent a message to Nicholas ordering him not to visit my
father that evening. Then, dressing in my poorest clothes, I went out into
the dark. I quietly strolled up the walk. Someone met me, took hold of me
and pushed his hand against my bottom.

"How is your sweet bum tonight, Nicholas?"

I said nothing but only pressed against him as he unfastened my trousers
and felt my prick.

Moving his fingers to my rump he said: "Is your bum ready tonight? I am
sure it is longing for a fuck. Put your hand here, boy."

I felt his firm upstanding prick. I moved the loose skin up and down. I put
my other hand below and felt the two soft balls in their hairy bag.

"Take it in your mouth, Nicholas, for a moment."

I had gone too far to recede now, so I stooped and sucked its glowing head
while I tickled him behind the balls.

"Oh, Nicholas, that's delicious! Now bend over on this moss bank."

I quickly complied and he stood behind my, pulling down my trousers to
expose my young bottom. He leaned over me and stretched my bum cheeks
apart. Then he introduced his prick to my awaiting orifice

"Say you like it, Nicholas, my love!"

"Oh, yes dear sir!" I whispered heaving up my bottom. "I feel your prick in
my bumhole - fucking - fucking - oh! so - deliciously!"

The rapturous feeling increased. He pushed and panted. I heaved and gasped:
"Oh, yes, push, fuck, oh! oh! oh!"

He lay over me, his face on my shoulder and his prick buried in my bum.

After a while he said: "I don't know how it is, Nicholas, but I never
enjoyed fucking you so much before, your arse closes on my prick with such
a hot compression, and you nipped the head of my prick when I drove it home
as you never did before. Oh! there! I feel it now!"

He moved his prick very slowly in and out, in and out. I began to heave and
twist. He ran his prick with delightful friction in and out of my throbbing
hole.

"Dear boy, this is exquisite! Your bum is delightfully tight, and its soft
pressure most delicious."

He soon discharged, filling my insides with his manly fluids immediately
and soon afterwards he bid me goodnight and returned to the house, leaving
me alone in the dark garden.

I had treated my father so wickedly and I was certain that he was truly
deceived.