Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2015 09:44:47 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Three   by Jay Roberts     Gay Historical

Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Three   by Jay Roberts   Gay Historical

I was out again on Piccadilly Circus.  I had noticed earlier the Piccadilly
Hotel which was fairly new.  I decided to book a room there but as I stood
in front of the snooty desk clerk I realized that I must look disreputable
but then I counted out payment for three nights in advance his expression
became more hospitable.

The room was small but had the essentials.  Of course no bath.  Only the
most expensive ones had baths.  I had to use the hall one.

I got undressed and discard my under vest and shorts into the waste basket
and then barefoot and bare chested I donned my trousers.  I threw a towel
over my shoulder and proceeded down the chilly hall.

On the way I passed two British soldiers.  The were drunk as lords.  One
called out, "Wolf, wolf."  I assumed that was an accolade.

The bath water was tinged dark as I rinsed.  It had been heavenly to
finally wash off all my grime and lay back in the hot water and loll, but I
had more to do this day and I returned to my room.  This time the passage
was empty..

I put on only my shirt and trousers and left all the rest of the gear in
the room.  No hat either and took the lift down to the lobby.  In these
staid days I received many stares because of my attire.

I headed to The Strand, a few blocks away and again I was subjected to an
unfriendly greeting from the young clerk.  I immediately said to the whelp,
"No snubbing please.  I have plenty of money and I want a complete outfit.
If I am not treated right, I shall go elsewhere."

That got results.  Together we chose a youthful outfit of fawn trousers,
collar attached shirt which was a new development, a dark blue blazer and
soft fedora.  Also picked out a union suit which is a one piece
undergarment, "The latest the youth told me."

I was directed to the dressing room and the salesclerk asked if he should
stay and assist me.  I thought why not?'  He was rather attractive in a
sallow way from never seeing the run.  But he was slim and blond and
vacuous.

I stripped off boldly exposing myself entirely.  His mouth dropped.  I
thought "close it or I shall utilize it."

He cane forward ti assist me in donning the union suit.  I used I grip on
his thin boney shoulder to keep from falling over as I inserted a leg.  I
could hear his labored breathing and spied a log in his thin trousers,
pulsing hungrily.

I was not in a mod to require sexual attentions from this wan fellow but I
decided to amuse myself so I suddenly said, "This garment in difficult to
get on.  Can you get undressed and show me how?"

I had to stifle my amusement at the way his pale smooth face flamed scarlet
at my suggestion.  He said chokingly, "You Americans are quite brash.  It
would not be wise to be found naked here by my employer."

"Oh too bad," I said wistfully, "I noted your prick need ministration and I
was planning to perform my most exciting rubbing."

He was trembling.  "Oh I would like that enormously."

I said firmly, "Open your flies and let's get on with it."

He had a very soft white penis.  No too long or fat but rather pretty.  He
was circumcised in emulation of the royal family I suppose.

I grasped it lightly and with hand barely closed I quickly and lightly
passed it over and over his shaft.  I had discovered that gentle wins the
day.  His knees were buckling and his face looked as if he might faint.  I
placed a strong arm around his waist and supported him.  In a surprisingly
short interval he gasped out, "Oh shit I'm going to spend, I can't stop
it."

"Spend away," I whispered into his ear and with a bovine moan he squirted a
puddle on the dressing room rug.

He quickly rearranged himself and sought to regain some dignity as he held
out the union suit for my foot to enter.  It fit well and it softness was
delightful.  In short order I was in my new clothes and added a brown
waistcoat.

"Shall I pack you old clothes?"

"No, discard them."

I paid and left,

It was strange but my feet inexorably led me back to the Eros Status area.
Yes, dears, of course I know it is misnamed by the populace but who cares.
There I stood wondering how I should spend the rest of the day.  A
restaurant of course but I knew that my room tariff and the cost of the
clothes I purchased had seriously depleted my money.  It was gratifying to
know that my bare body could earn money for me.

I walked back to the strand and found a venerable roast beef house.  I was
led to a booth with a table that could sit twelve but it was empty.  The
captain told me that I might expect others to join.  I nodded, but actually
during the entire meal no one arrived, likely because it was only noon and
a Saturday.  , I ordered roast beef, after all that was the specialty, or
speciality as the British say, of the house.  It was very excellent but the
portion small.  Dear Mom at home would consider it merely a sample.

The waiters here were venerably, like the woodwork but my particular waiter
was young, perhaps a mere eighteen.  He was pimply a bit but as he served I
couldn't help but notice his beautiful hands.  They were smooth and pale
with long fingers.  The knuckles didn't stick out as most men's do and his
nails were naturally shiny and well shaped.  Do you think hands reveal cock
facts?

I know this boy was taken with me.  He lingered longer than necessary and
returned three times to ask me if everything was all right.  I could not
see his penile reactions because he worn a white apron that covered his
crotch but when I began to question him he stuttered and blushed at my
simple questions as how long he was employed here and what does he do on
his day off.

He was delightfully skinny though I thought wistfully.

I considered making a date with him for after his work day but I decided
that I would see what my 2PM appointment might bring.

I strolled around the nearby streets branching from the center turn around
of Piccadilly.  One street had several men's clothing stores and I looked
into the windows wistfully.  My payment for posing was almost exhausted and
I would need more clothing so that mine could be washed or cleaned.
However they still looked posh and most passerbys took me for a young gent.

I had no watch.  That purchase would have to wait but their were plenty of
public clocks and I noted that it was almost onto 2PM and I hurried my
steps to the green door and a new adventure.

"Come in laddie," called the bald sissy from the top of the stairs.  "Have
a sit down there is someone I wish you to meet."

Now I was a bit wary but as I sat on the black leather couch he assured me
that the fee would be same as the last visit, "Although," he added, "Your
work will be more intense and perhaps more lengthy."

I had no idea what he meant but I began to divest myself of my fancy duds.
He rushed over.

"No, No, remain dressed.  The undressing will be part of the session."

I sat back and waited.  Suddenly he rushed out the door and I heard him
saying, Welcome matey you may come in and join your companion."

I stared fixedly at the door awaiting the person described as my companion
and in walked a young sailor, a skinny fellow with one stripe on his
sleeve.  He was well over six feet tall, mostly from his long legs.  He had
sea blue eyes and long blond lashes.  His eyes blinked in the dim light
after the street and he spied me sitting there.  He removed his hat
revealing his short white blond hair and held it respectfully in front of
him and said, "Good afternoon sir,."

"Do sit down and join Randy on the couch.  Tell me young Billy are you one
of us?"

"Not sure what you mean sir."

"I mean do you partake of boys?"

I guffawed.  This was painfully direct.

He blushed charmingly and managed to say, "Well sir you know the long
voyages with no female company makes one ache for..."

"A release?  I do understand.  And do you avail yourself of a bung hole to
relieve the ache?"

"Bung hole?  Rather bum hole," and he relaxed a bit and emitted a small
laugh.

It was my turn.  I decided that this boy was too delicious not to try to
win.  I moved closer, my head reeling from the smell of laundry soap from
his white uniform and also a tinge of young body odor.  It ought to be
bottled and sold for shaving lotion.

"Tell me friend is it easy to find fellow tars who wish to have their...er
bum holes used?"

"Oh yes," he said warming to the discussion.  "They must because they moan
happily as I saw in and out."

I felt sweat breaking out on my forehead.  This was exciting beyond belief.
This boy was not oly gorgeous and sixy but dumb.  A combination that was
perfect.

The silence in the room was shattered as baldy intoned in a shaky voice,
"Undress yourselves young fellows."


End Part Two