The Boy Avengers (13 page)

JEFF AND I INTENDED SPENDING THE NIGHT SO WE accepted cocktails from Tom before the dinner he was cooking for us and Cary. I think they'd expected Jeff's initiation to take several hours.

How about you? Cary asked me after Tom had disappeared into his kitchenette. Would you like Mother Jenks's vibrating plastic penises to make your asshole ready and eager for business?

No thanks, I said with a grin.

You don't approve of sodomy for yourself?

Oh, but I do! But my asshole is already open for business. I had it done in Italy.

They have vibrating plastic cocks in Italy?

I laughed. I saw he was worried that someone else might have stumbled on his invention. No, I did it the hard way.

Plastic cocks
without
a vibrator?

I don't believe they had plastic cocks in Italy. I had to make do with real ones.

Then it
wasn't
a deliberate process. You didn't have someone to open you gradually, with love and consideration.

Oh, but I
did!

I'd certainly like to hear about it, he said dubiously. A quick glance at Jeff assured me he was also eager to hear.

Well, it would give me a chance at last to pay tributein the presence of someone who could understand fullyto the man who made my physical entry into the complex world of homosexuality not only easy but memorable; beautiful for its own sake. I have mentioned him obliquely earlier. Now I shall do him full justice, to the best of my abilities.

What is the oldest man you ever made love with? I asked Cary.

I ever fucked? That ever fucked me?

If by
fuck
you mean a total expression of sexuality between two persons.

Yes, the word
is
used too casually. Shall we agree among us right now to use it only in referring to the insertion of the penis into an asshole or vagina to achieve orgasm? I nodded and Jeff nodded. I noticed Jeff also reached a hand around so that a finger might reassure him that his newly-erogenous asshole was still erogenous. It brought back memories of my own. Once my asshole had been so beautifully prepared to function as one of the major erogenous foci of my body, I kept wanting to touch it with my fingers, to stare at it in a mirror, in wonder that the sow's ear had become a silk purse.

It's hard to think offhand of the oldest guy that fucked me, Cary said. Frankly, I've been able to pick and choose, and generally I drift to the younger ones, if given a choice. I'm twenty-six, not a bad age. I suppose when I'm thirty I'll be more broadminded.

That doesn't answer my question.

I think he must have been nearly fifty. But he was well-preserved, and he had a very big and very hard cock, and he fucked well.

Ever see him again?

No.

My
benefactor, for that was exactly what he was, was sixty-nine years old.

And still going strong?

He had a young and vigorous body, and a cock nearly as big as Hal's.

And he could get it up?

The difficulty, to my mind, was getting it
down.
One very special time it took three successive orgasms.

I bet he had trouble getting it down when he was with you, Jeff said generously. Actually, he was right.

I was nearly twelve, I said. This was in Florence. I was studying abroad for the year.

A beautiful age, Cary said. He gave Jeff a sidelong glance. Almost as beautiful as fifteen.

Fourteen, Jeff said forthrightly.

My grandmother had never let me out alone in Maryland, but she seemed to think whatever dangers she feared in Maryland would not be present in Florence.

She thought you might be fucked in Maryland, but not in Italy? Cary asked in astonishment.

Kidnapped, I said. I don't think she gave the fucking a thought. In Florence there were beautiful gardens I liked to visit, and one day I saw the Prince

A real prince? Cary asked.

Of course. Not a royal prince. His family had not occupied a throne for two hundred years, but they were still considered one of the great families. Of course I knew nothing of that when I saw him.

What first attracted you?

To an old man? I supplied with a smile. He was a very handsome old man to begin with. Straight and tall, magnificently slim, but what first caught my eye, and very strongly, was his enormous basket.

His
what!
Jeff asked.

This boy ought to be drummed out of the corps, Cary said. He stood up, hitched up his slacks so that his genitals, though not remarkably large, seemed to bulk prominently. This, he said.

Oh,
that!
Jeff said. He smiled. Mr. Foster, he added, turning to me. But I never knew it was called a basket. Quite apt.

Well, I'd never seen a basket that loomed so large or so attractively, I went on. Still haven't. With rare exceptions, American men tend to avoid displaying them. Italian men seem proud to display one if they've got the equipment.

I've never been to Italy, Cary said dreamily. I've heard there are lots of really enormous cocks, especially in the south, and that the men, whether they like women or not, love to get blown.

Yes, I said. As for the baskets, in those days I never hesitated to stare directly and openly. Sometimes I was startled to realize afterwards that I hadn't looked at the fellow's face. On returning to this country, I found that staring at baskets was considered overt and an indication of perversion. So I got into the habit of observing them only out of the corner of my eye.

Very wise, said Cary. In this country.

The Prince's display was so beautiful, so articulate, with even the head of his cock clearly defined, that I stopped dead and stared hard and long, the way one would on suddenly coming upon a beautiful statue. I was so fascinated it didn't strike me as odd that he'd stopped, too. Finally I looked up at his handsome, deep-lined face. He had a beautiful head of silky white hair. His eyes were the deepest, clearest blue. He was smiling.

'Well, young man, do you like what you see?' he asked in perfect English. Of course my clothes were American, and I suppose with my close haircut I looked unmistakably so.

'Very much, sir,' I said without hesitation. 'I have never seen so beautiful a one before.'

'And would you know what to do with it?'

I glanced down again, and gasped, for he was in the process of getting an erection. His cock had extended even further and was pushing hard against the thin fabric of his trousers.

'I have never done anything,' I admitted, 'but I would like very much to learn.'

'Do you know exactly what?'

'I would like to kiss it, and kiss your balls, and try to take them in my mouth. And if possible, I should like you to fuck your cock up my ass.'

His eyes widened at my directness. 'I see,' he said quietly. 'And it doesn't bother you that I am very old?'

'Does it bother you?' I countered.

'It pleases me, though I could not have foreseen it. I have all the energies I need, and a perspective I could not possibly have had earlier.'

'Am I too young?' I asked.

'Oh, my dear boy!'

I assured him I wouldn't be missed if I failed to return to our villa before supper so we went to the entrance of the gardens, where a beautiful old Rolls was waiting with an astonishingly handsome young chauffeur. We drove directly to his family palace, a carefully restored Fifteenth-Century building in which he had a spacious but separate apartment. He was a widower and had several grown children. ('My duty to my family,' he had said apologetically, as though by begetting children he had somehow betrayed me.) But he was his family only on formal occasions. They were not his friends.

So don't be hoping for the family suddenly to burst in on us. I suppose they knew what was going on, but respected his proclivities since he'd insured the continuation of the family name without depleting the family fortune.

Once in the bedroom he undressed with quiet dignity.

What was the bedroom like? asked Car.

I was startled. For, quite honestly, I couldn't describe it. I really don't remember, I said wonderingly.

He
must
have been quite a guy.

He was. As you shall see. I suppose if I'd been more experienced I'd have presumed his slim straightness owed much to a corset; but then I didn't know then that older men indulged in such vanities. So I wasn't surprised when his stripping revealed a trim body with flat stomach, genitals that fulfilled every promise of the initial display. They were, in a word, by far the most magnificent I had ever seen, and as I watched in delighted wonder, his cock rose unfettered to its fullest glory.

Had you seen so many, then? Cary asked.

Enough, I said. Jeff nodded. I knew he'd caught my reference to Jack Foster.

At that age, I suppose it hung down in erection, Cary said.

On the contrary, it pointed up vigorously at a forty-five-degree angle. But I was to discover he could fuck in a wide variety of positions.

Go on! Cary urged.

I was also stripped, naturally, but so enthralled by the sight of his beautiful nakedness, especially his spectacular genitals, that I failed to notice his reactions to me.

I suppose you were relatively unformed at that age. Eleven?

Nearly twelve. No, my genitals were fully formed and functioning. I didn't yet have any pubic hair, but my body was not unattractive.

It's
quite
attractive now, said kind Jeff.

With superb consideration, I went on, he lay back on the bed to let me explore his body at will. Knowing how explosive young boys could be, he was careful to touch my cock only lightly. But as I delved with uninhibited delight into his magnificent genitals, he stroked my body with love and pleasure. I thought it a miracle my intense delight didn't explode me into an orgasm.

Was this actually your very first experience?

My first experience involving actual physical contact with another person.

Sounds to me like you hit the jackpot.

It was a real awakening. I'd thought I had such a good imagination it would be doing no more than bringing my fantasies to life, but it was a thousand times more fabulous. But I quickly found my mouth's pleasure wasn't nearly enough. The more my mouth delighted in his vigorous cock, the more I wanted to have him fuck me.

And you'd never been fucked before? I shook my head. But you did know already about sodomy.

Oh yes. Even though I'd never been fucked, though I'd only seen it done once, it struck me as the most wonderful thing that could happen to me.

Someone let you watch?

Not exactly. I was grateful he didn't pursue it further.

Most discover what a beautiful thing sodomy can be only with time and effort, Cary said, and have to be persuaded to submit to the first try.

But
you
reasoned it out for yourself, Jeff reminded him, even after your dismal experience with the gold-headed cane.

I always thought I was exceptional. Go on, he urged me.

So I asked him if it would be possible for him to fuck me. 'You really want that?' he asked.

'More than anything, I think,' I said.

'Let me see what you're capable of,' he said. And with this he lifted my legs up high, and lovingly and gently licked my cock and balls. Then, with considerate firmness, he delved with his strong tongue into my asshole. For all my longing I had not known this was ever done. I found it wonderfully exciting. But he was doing it as much for his information as for our pleasure. 'You are willing and eager,' he said when he was done, now holding me close, tenderly stroking my back and my buttocks, 'but I'm afraid you're not yet able.'

I felt shatteringly disappointed. 'I don't mind if it hurts a lot,' I pleaded, though I have never liked pain for its own sake. 'I want so much to have you fuck me.' Suddenly it seemed the most important thing in the worldto have that huge cock inside me.

'Well, then, dear boy,' he said gently, kissing me softly on both ears, 'there is more than one way to skin a cat. Fuck you I shall, but it will take time, and when at last I fuck youwhich will give me more pleasure than I can express in wordsit will cause you no pain, no matter how large your lover is, if he does it with love.' Well, to make a long story short

Don't! they pleaded.

It's necessary. For actually, it isn't nearly as important as the rest. But starting the next day

Didn't you have an orgasm? Jeff demanded.

Oh yes. Yes, that
is
important. 'I think we must complete what we have begun,' the Prince said. So he introduced me exquisitely to that beautiful expression of love called
soixante-neuf....

Pedant! Cary cried with a laugh.

Sixty-nine, if you must be common, I said. His cock and his balls were so magnificent I feared I would do them less than justice because of my inexperience. I asked him to show me how best to do it. He looked at me in surprise. 'But you were perfect!' he cried. 'You are a completely natural person, for instinctively you knew exactly what to do to bring me the greatest pleasure.