Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 14:13:41 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Adventure at the Eros Status, Part Six

Adventure at the Eros Statue, Part Six     By Jay Roberts     Gay Historical

In the hotel lobby I stopped before proceeding to the lift as I was
attracted by a small store offering toiletries.  Men rarely worn a scent
although bay rum was always a choice, however I wanted something more to
use for my appointment within the gold door.

The salesman was dressed in stripped pants and a swallow tail coat, gray
vest and cravat, very impressive.  He saw me opening up the top of a
decoratively molded bottle of scent.

In an accent that would do well if executed by a member of parliament he
said, "You have fine taste sir, that is our finest cologne."

"Isn't Cologne a city in Germany?"

"True and it is named after that city and this one is called 4711.  We imported
it years before the war so you may have no worry about that."

I bought the bottle I had opened though it was rather pricey, but later, as I
dressed and rubbed the mixture over my young body I knew it was a magic
elixir for it made me randy.  Yes I was a randy Randy.

After having a tea and six small cucumber sandwiches in the lobby tea spot I
checked the large clock there.  It was now coming on to eight o'clock and I
hastened across the Circus to that green door and up the stairs to the right and
sure enough, there was the gold door.

Before grasping the knocker I stared at it.  It was curiously fashioned and on
closer examination I realized that it consisted of two male figures in sexual
opposition so that one might think of them as the number six and nine.

The door itself was not pained gold but rather it was gold leafed.  What
elegance, but it would hardly compare to what I would find inside at I
grasped the two sucking figure door knocker and allowed it to fall against the
door.  Almost immediately the door was thrown ajar by George, now attired
as a servant in a white brass buttoned jacket.

He bowed respectfully a gesture I hardly deserved unless he know something
I did not.

"His lordship will be with you shortly.  He asked that you await him in the
library."

As I walked to that room I realized the poshness of this place.  It was rather
as dreamed of gentlemen's club, one of costly furnishings.  Burnished leather
and fine paintings were quickly glimpsed as I entered the fine library.  Beside
me George could see how impressed I was.

"His Lordship owns several other clubs.  This one serves as his
headquarters."

"I see, but where are the gents?"

"Silly boy," he said lapsing into his lisping voice, "That class never ventures
out until ten at night.  They spend the early evening with the noble family,
then off for fun."

"Then you are not his boss but rather he is your boss."

"Naturally, I never said that I was superior to him.  What ever gave you that
idea," he said testily, then haughtily glided out.

What a shit he was, I thought as I impatiently awaited the Marquis, now
having assumed his correct position.  All I had been told before, at least most,
were lies...why?

Finally, just about when I almost fell asleep in the soft downy cushions of my
luxurious chair I heard the squeak of legless Marquis's cartwheels.  Then he
entered, pushing with his hands but much was different.

Yes, the wagon had been replaced with a black silk covered with gold metal
fittings and himself was dressed in full evening clothes...of course his upper
body...poor fellow but that famously beautiful face was in tact and already
casting a spell on me.

" Business before pleasure and there will be pleasure to come.  I have
demoted George to be the manager of this one men's club.  He will take
orders from.....you."

"Me, or rather I," being a swell already.

"Yes, I've been looking for an assistant for over a year.  You have the brains
and the looks do no harm in making you successful either.  I know you can
recruit lovely blokes to amuse our gentlemen and you have the natural sexual
allure to convince them to change their life and go for the money, to put it
kindly.  Less kindly would be to refer to them as playthings for the rich."

I thought it over.  It was perfect for me.  I had no money either and I had no
plans.  This would, at least for the present, insure a rich life with plenty of
sexuality."

"But...." he said loudly.

"But?"  I knew there was a but in it. "What is it?"

"Do you know the story of Beauty and the Beast?"

"Surely, you think me uneducated.  Beauty falls in love with the Beast and in
the climatic scene, she kisses him."

"Kissing meant fucking I am sure. Can you a beauty for sure how sex with
the beast.  I am the legless beast.  Come to me."

The last words were said softly.  I was repelled by his stumps, although I had
not seen them as yet, but I was entranced with his facial aspect, so lovely, so
noble.

I got down on the floor on my front and wiggled toward the cart like a snake
until my face was in the drapery that hid his stumps.  I felt a generous cock
there and I kissed the fabric and tried to grasp the hardness with my lips.  I
heard moaning from above me and I began to join the sound so complete was
my passion.

Suddenly the Marquis pushed the cart backwards and away from me.  I lifted
myself to sit on my arse with face wreathed in a questioning look.

"Why do you stop me?"

"Because you have already proved your natural nobility.  You were willing to
have sex with the beast."

Then to my profound amazement he put two hands on either side of the cart
and pushed.  As he rose his legs were revealed having been hidden in the
lower portion of the cart.  He now gained a standing position.   He was about
my height and now as a whole person his beauty was amplified a hundred
fold.

I rushed toward him and placed my avid lips against his and we hugged
tightly to each other, our pricks hard against each others lower belly's.  We
kissed a long time and our tongues slid into languid action gradually
becoming more urgent.

"Stop," I said, "Or I shall finish inside my trousers."

He laughed and ruffled my light brown hair.  "You are so wonderful and a
many faceted sexual.  Now the moment arrived.  This is in the way of an
initiation.  I request that you undress and then face the red leather couch and
bent over it exposing your nether region.  I intend to fuck the hell out of you.
Then, only then will you attain the exalted second in command position."

I made no move to undress.  I walked to where he was
standing.  "Sir, I have fucked a few fellows.  They seem
entranced with it but I have never put myself at the
bottom of the fucking.  It seemed to be too womanish."

If that is your decision I will accept it but it means that
you will never see me or this place again.  In fact, if I see
you around Piccadilly, you will face arrest."

I'm sure that was true.  The bobbies are an army to
protect the rich and powerful.

I had already begun to walk slowly toward the door but
when he stated the dismal fact of never seeing him again I
realized that I was in love with the young noble.  I knew
that my life, at least at this time, was intertwined with his.

I walked back into the room and stood at the red couch
and began to disrobe.  I could hear the sign of satisfaction
coming from the Marquis as I obediently bent over.

My backside was on display.  I heard him lock the door
and then a breeze from his undressing movement swept
across my arse and the flesh around my hole pulled in
from fear and perhaps longing.

I felt his hands on my butt cheeks then suddenly I tensed
and cried out a long, deep groan as I felt his tongue begin
to circle the flesh at my arse hole.  It circled and lapped.
Each tongue swipe deepened my desire to be entered and
used.

He reached under me and his hand began flicking my left
nipple as if I were a girl.  I felt the electric charge run
straight to my ball sac.

On and on went the stimulation until I began to long for
giving up all selfhood and submit to his desires.  Finally I
choked out, "Please enter me."

He chucked and slapped my butt in a lad to lad way and
then I felt his smooth hands hold me one on each hip and
then the ramrod was at the drawbridge.

He pushed gently but my arse ring closed tight although I
wished him to come in.  He slapped my muscular arse
cheek with a resounding noise and my hole ring relaxed
and he began to enter, inch by inch.

His prick had a thick blunt head and as the head moved
deeper it opened the way for the whole cock to follow.  It
must have been long,, maybe eight inches as it seemed to
fill me completely.  I felt like I was impaled on a flag
pole.

My dignity gone now I cooed with girlish pleasure and
wiggled my comely butt in pleasure.

"Oh sweet boy, I knew you'd love it and be a slave for
me to fuck you.  Once I master a boy, he is mine to
command forever."

I was his, no doubt as I whispered "Yes."

That seemed to charge him up to new vigor hend he
began pulling back, almost out and then slamming in.  I
loved it.  I howled with deep excitement and met his
thrusts with my own as I rocked on my knees pushing
American butt toward him to engender more contact.

Suddenly, though I had quite forgotten my own cock, it
began to leap in dry orgasm, stimulating my balls to let
the sperm expel itself.  I moaned in powerlessness to
reach my completion.  Somehow the largeness of his
prick shut off the trigger.

He must have sensed it and took my prick in hand and
wanked me vigorously and pushed me over the edge of
orgasm.  My cock seemed to pull inward and then
elongated and spewed streams of my essence toward my
face, soaking my cheeks and hair.

My lurching and cuming as well as the clamping of my
arse ring massaged the beautiful Marquis in reaching his
climax.  He shouted out that he was cuming and then fell
into a cum sog of mewls and cries that almost caused me
to cum a second time.

He wiggled and jumped as he discharged and the quantity
forced him to slide out still shooting.

He collapsed on top of my back and panthe ted out,
"Randy, it could be that the fucked one gained
ascendance over the seducer.  We must do this again,
today,please."

His reaction tempered my feeling of embarrassment over
being an enthusiastic fuck boy.

We cuddled on the couch, naked and sharing many kisses.  At last I rose
reluctantly and began to don my clothes.  "There is still time to get to
the steps of the statue.

When I was dressed I stopped and kissed him once more and then made my way
to the place where my adventure began.  I saw several likely boys and
looked up at Eros.  I would swear the right bronze eye winked.

End of story