Sins of the Cities of the Plain (4 page)

     Of course other nights we changed place and partners, sometimes going in for a general suck all ‘round and giving our bottoms a rest.

     I got so fond of having a cock in my mouth that I could have eaten them one and all, and at that time liked it better than anything.

     I only stopped at that school a fortnight, for I was both fortunate and unfortunate at the same time.

     My father was killed by accident, and mother had to take me home, because his affairs turned out so badly she could not afford to pay for my schooling. As it turned out, this prevented my constitution being ruined for life by such early precocity; besides, it was all found out and the school broken up soon afterwards.

CHAPTER IV. Klaus and Young Joe on the Farm

     You may be sure these early impressions took a deep hold of my naturally warm disposition, although I had very few opportunities of again indulging. Though I knew social graces deemed it wrong to do such things, whenever I did happen to get a young friend for a bedfellow, never, failed to try on for a mutual frig.

     I would lay beside a fresh companion ‘till I fairly shivered with emotion, and would wait ‘till he was asleep, or pretended to be so. My cock all the time would hold as stiff as a bar of iron as my hands would slyly and gradually slip under his nightshirt, and slowly work up to the all-attractive spot. Gently, I would try a few soft pressures ‘till the cock began to respond to my caresses by a very perceptible swelling. Then I got bolder, and generally my bedfellow would turn over and reciprocate my dalliances ‘till we joined in a mutual fuck between each other’s thighs, belly to belly. My favorite idea was to pull back the skin of my foreskin, and doing the same to my bedfellow’s prick, bring the nose of his affair to mine. Then I would draw the skin of mine over the heads of both cocks, and we’d fuck each other gently so. What a delicious thrill we had when spending, the seed seeming to shoot backwards and forwards from one cock to the other! Only those who have done it can at all realize such delicious sensations. Very seldom have I found a youth reject my caresses, although many of them would keep quite passive, and let me do everything.

     Next day I could hardly ever look them in the face, but generally found them quite ready for another spree at night.

     But so few chances occurred to me, and then only for a day or two at a time.

     However, I met with an adventure with the other sex when I was nearly eighteen.

     We had an elder farm servant of about fifty-two, a rugged and dark-eyed man of expansive and well-proportioned dimension. Full of vigor and power, he possessed beefy arms the size of hams, and a splendid full bosom which could barely be contained by his workshirts, whilst as to his development of rump, to judge from the appearance outside his clothes, it was something superb and to be well-admired.

     My bedroom was in a garret at the top of the farmhouse, and a rickety old staircase led up to my door, and then with a twist to the other side, without any landing, you could step up to Klaus’s room (he was the only servant of ours to live-in, as we could little any longer afford to furnish homely chambers for all our hands); so it was little more than a step across from my door to his. At the bottom of our staircase there was a door which we could bolt inside, and so be secure from burglars or the other inmates of the house, unless they fairly broke in.

     Of an afternoon, after he had done much bailing of hay and overseen the milking of the cows, and the like, Klaus used to go up to his room to wash and dress. And I noticed that even by daytime he bolted the staircase door. My curiosity was aroused, so slipping up to my room sometimes before his time for dressing, I used to take off my heavy shoes and watch him dressing through the keyhole of his door. I would never see very much, however, except that great and lovely expanse of chest and neck in the process of his washing or changing his undershirt.

     This went on for some days, and my elder sister being away at the time, I used to lay and think about Klaus for hours after going to bed; yet I dared not venture to do anything, and in fact was too afraid of his size and disposition to do more than simply make up phantasies and frig myself to sleep.

     One afternoon, being rather more clumsy than usual, I stumbled against his door just as I was going to apply my eye to the keyhole. Not being fastened, it flew wide open, exposing Mr. Klaus in the very act of admiring his fine bum and bosom in front of a small glass. How he blustered and harrumphed for a moment, but recovering himself at once and whirling a dressing gown ‘round his great trunk, exclaimed: “Well, well, Master Jack. What do you think you will see now?”

     I stammered out an excuse, but he asked me into his room, saying, with a booming laugh, “I know you thought you would see my great and mysterious endowments or something, now, didn’t you? Long have I suspected your unusual proclivity, my boy.”

     “You won’t tell mother, will you, Klaus? I’ve often seen your tremendous breast, and wanted to see—”

     “I never tell tales, Jack, if you don’t. What did you want to see? Tell me, exactly,” he said, a most tantalizing smile breaking through his great mustache and beard.

     My assurance did return as I found he was not cross, “Well, sir, my curiosity has often taken the best of me, but I have often wondered what the jewels of a man of your great size and strength might appear to look like; both relaxed and inflamed as well. Won’t you show me your fine cock and balls, Klaus? I so very much want to see them, as I am sure their beauties. I have a shilling here, which I would gladly give to you if you would show me them just for a moment.”

     “I don’t want your money, dear boy,” he replied, “but will you kiss them if I let you have a peep?”

     “That I will,” I eagerly replied. “Only let me lift aside your robe, Klaus.”

     “And I must look at yours, Jack, and kiss it. Is it a bargain, my good young man?”

     “I’ll show as much as you do for a spree, so make haste,” was my answer.

     “What a nice little fellow you are. Give me a kiss first, and then we’ll have a romp. Would you like to come and sleep in my bed at night, dear?” he asked, and I felt my breath almost sucked away. He squeezed and hugged me to his heaving bosom. You may be sure I liked nothing better, and assured him so.

     As if by magic his dressing gown dropped down to his heels, and in a moment Klaus was dancing ‘round the room with nothing on but the flesh within which he was born, affording me exquisite glimpses of his splendid muscular bum, and the monstrous endowments which ornamented the lowest part of his belly in front.

     “Off with your things, Jack, before I’ll let you kiss me; make haste, or your bum shall smart in the twinkling of an eye,” he exclaimed, dancing up to me, his ruddy face all animation. He had a devilment in his looks I had never seen before, a glee which betrayed his every scowl burnt into my memory since I was a child. How had I not noticed this great and burly man until after my return from boarding school? Perhaps ‘twas because I was now something of a man myself, and was more prepared to meet with a fellow on terms I could better delineate. Still, in many ways I had much to learn, and my innocence in such affairs would prove to be quite a boon in the case of Klaus.

     My face was burning. His daring immodesty seemed to make me quite shamefaced, and I felt so abashed I hardly knew how to speak.

     “How you blush, Jack; did you never see a man before?” he asked, seeming to take pleasure in increasing my embarrassment. He kissed me again and again, his hairy visage making me ticklish as he almost tore my clothes off, ‘till nothing but my shirt afforded the least protection against his ardent glances.

     “Slip off that ugly rag and allow me to see what a lean and virile young man you’ve become,” he exclaimed, roughly tugging at my final vestment. “I must hug you to my naked body, dear; it is so nice.”

     “Now kiss me, and I’ll kiss you,” he said in a soft, thrumming voice, as he pushed me on to the bed. “Your little plaything is so stiff and beautiful, and indeed it is somewhat larger than I would have been lead to believe! I mean to fondle it, while you kiss my bum!”

     I resigned myself entirely to his directions, and laying on my back on the middle of the bed, he got over my face downwards, so that his great open tree trunks of thighs just brought a hairy pair of billiard balls right over my face and almost blindfolded me as he pressed them down to my lips. Instinctively I pouted and imprinted many kisses on what I had just previously been almost afraid to see.

     Quicker than I can put it on paper, he had hold of my standing affair. At first he kissed my belly and thighs, his huge mouth opening and shutting over expanses of trembling flesh. More than any imagining I could have e’er formulated, he was like a great bear or wolf from a fairytale, tasting my warm and young flesh with intent to gobble me down in a twinkling.

     How thrilling it was to be so frightened and yet so full of desire!

     Then he laid his warm and furry cheeks by the side of my cock, and I felt him kissing its head, as his hands gently drew back my foreskin. Presently, I could tell that it was well within his hot mouth, and being deliciously sucked, which made me repay him in the most ardent manner possible. My own tongue visited the root of his cock, and I licked and nibbled upon it for as far as I could reach.

     How he sucked at my pego, as he wriggled his cock over my lips, but it did not last long before he let go a regular flood of thick creamy spend, which fairly splattered across my face and so excited me that I came also at once and shot my teenaged tribute into his mouth, as he greedily swallowed every drop.

     “There, there,” he said, almost with a sigh, “we’ve done it, Jack. It’s so naughty; but isn’t it nice, dear?”

     Then he presently slowly raised himself off my body, and we lay for a short time side by side on the bed, kissing and toying with the, most attractive charms of each other’s person, ‘till at last he jumped up and begged me to dress quickly for fear mamma should be calling for us.

     “Take your things, and run into your own room, and be sure not even to look my way before anyone, or it will be sure to be noticed; and you know you can come and we may embrace again all night when they are all in bed.”

     As I sat at tea that afternoon I could scarcely eat or drink; nothing but the delights I had tasted with Klaus and anticipations of the coming night would run through my fevered brain, whilst my poor little cock every now and then stiffened again in my breeches, ‘till I hardly knew how to restrain my feelings.

     I tried to read a book or magazine, but it was useless, and at last my dear mother, noticing how I kept flushing up, sent me off to bed about eight o’clock.

     Ours was an early family, everyone generally getting to bed by ten o’clock; but how to pass those two long hours of expectation I was quite at a loss, as I lay tossing about on my bed, with one hand gently frigging my awfully stiff affair.

     However, I must have fallen asleep, as I well remember waking up in the dark and feeling someone in the bed, with his arms ‘round me and heated lips kissing my cheeks.

     “It’s only Klaus, Jack. I did not expect you would go to sleep and forget me so soon. Shall I go back to my own bed, dear?” he whispered in a low voice.

     “No, no. Oh, pray don’t, I do so admire you!” I whispered in return, as I began to repay his loving kisses.

     “Let us both go into my room; the bed is more comfortable for two,” he said, so we at once adjourned to his chamber and were soon comfortably cuddling one another again.

     “Jack,” he whispered, “did you ever have any rude games with the fellows at school?”

     So I at once told him about my adventures with Mr. Freeman, and how we used to put our cocks up each other’s bottoms. There in the dark of night, I went into great detail, and I felt him actually tremble with suppressed excitement as he so nervously clasped me in his arms whilst I was telling him all about it.

     “Don’t you then know what an elder man is like? I mean you didn’t know ‘till we kissed each other this afternoon, did you?” he asked.

     “No; but if I may, I was truly a wonderment to be handled by one so large and assured as yourself. And I liked kissing you there, Klaus,” I replied, as one of my hands indicated the spot. “May I do it again?”

     “No, Master Jack. To-night just now, we’ll play at mothers and fathers. You shall put your dear little prick in there, the hole of my arse, my mancunt.” he said, as he very gently drew me upon him, and opened his legs and directed my pego to the gap which lay in wait beneath those great and manly jewels, and which was so longing to receive such a long and slender morsel.

     I felt he was quite slick with sweat, and my affair glided into the well-lubricated aperture with the greatest of ease; but how deliciously warm it was! and I could feel the cheeks of his arse close on my prick so delightfully that I at once began fucking as quickly as possible, gluing my lips to his and pushing my tongue between his amorous lips, as he almost sucked my breath away. How he heaved up his bottom, and clasping his arms tightly ‘round my slender body, kept me from being unseated by his restive steed.

     “Oh! oh! oh, Jack! you are a wild one, you darling—you duck of a boy, how you shall make me spend! Ah-r-r-r-re!” and he seemed almost to stiffen his body at the moment, whilst my cock, balls, and thighs ran like an engine, until I fast approached what would be a fantastic spend.

     “Here, Jack; climb upon me, so that I might feel your fingers caught in the hair of my chest,” growled Klaus. “Take hold of my teats and squeeze them with all your might, that you might harden me as you thrust into me. That’s the good boy!”

     Continuing without pause, I pushed myself deeply into him, even as I climbed him like some great mountain, and plunged my fingers into the mass of wet curls spread across his expansive breast. Holding myself upon extended arms, working myself into a slather of feverish sweat, I took hold of his bosom and squeezed it in my grip with all my strength. The feeling of his great and trembling body, rocking like some volcanic eruption, caused me to abandon all control and burst wildly within him. With a long and sonorous sigh, I released my spend deeply into his bum, thrusting up into him until the last of it was fired into his bowels.