Duke had retained his boyish charm and mischievous demeanor, but he was taller still now, lean and lanky with the touch of a new air of poise about him. He stripped with little hesitation at all and was proud to display an uncanny sausage of a cock, grown perhaps a full inch in the short months which had kept us apart.
“We have all of us grown and put on some pounds,” grinned the Duke Jimmy, “but it seems I have done most of my growing down the inseam of my trousers, haven't I?”
“That you have indeed, Jimmy,” laughed Bob, who then turned and jabbed the nude and reclining de Beaupre playfully about the soft of his belly. “You seem to be in good health, Blackie, and quite well-fed at that. No doubt it's all that pampering dealt you by that Parisian royalty you've been running 'round with.”
“Shut up, Rutherford!” giggled Blackie, as he pushed away Bob's prodding fingers. “Besides, Master Powerscourt and I have bent our tastes more toward golden-skinned Adonises than bonbons. Isn't that right, Charlie?”
De Beaupre winked at me, revealing a tiny and teasing facet of our adventures together to the others, a tantalizing hint of the stories yet to come. The mere thought of that night with Society X, when combined with my gazing at Blackie with fresh eyes, renewed my heat and enthusiasm for the night's coming activities. Though his body was still etched in muscle, Bob in a way was correct. There was a fresh, voluptuous fleshiness about Blackie as his breast and arms and thighs were now filling out to their final masculine form. The salacious curve of his waist now bore the first signs of his insatiable appetite for fine foods and wines, and his formerly flat belly came perilously close to appearing plump over the thick tube of his cock and his large, down-covered balls. Still the same, he was truly all-together mouth-watering to me.
“Come here, Charlie,” said Bob presently. “I'm dying to feel your hand on me again. It seems like ages since we were last together like that.”
I had no objection and advanced to where he was laying on the bed with pride in my own form. My work with Joe back home had yielded a firm and well-defined youthful image to my body, which had softened little during my time with de Beaupre.
“You look fabulous, Charlie,” said Bob, as if in response to my very thoughts. “I am growing hard simply gazing at you.”
Taking his cock in my fist, I drew down the skin and moistened it with my tongue lingering over the operation, which came with a pleasing freshness to me, not having seen or touched Rutherford's member for so long. At length I started to rub it sharply.
I watched as keenly as ever the sight of the swelling purple head, as it was covered and uncovered by the movement of my hands and it fascinated me just as much as it had done on the very first occasion when I had devoted myself to a similar task with Rutherford. He was enjoying it too, and gazed at me with a smile as I went on with the work.
“You haven't forgotten how to do it since you were away,” he said, “but I dare say you have been practicing with Blackie very often, haven't you?”
I laughed and replied, “Well of course, we had to keep ourselves up to the mark, you know.”
Washing Bob's cock with my tongue, I took him far into my mouth and then back into the tightness of my throat, just as Cecil had taught me to do. Bob gasped and buckled beneath my lascivious movements, and fairly soon he released a rush of spend which poured swiftly down my gullet.
“Now it is your turn,” he said, and I took the place which he vacated, gladly suffering him to allay my voluptuous sufferings and desires.
Blackie and the Duke were similarly engaged across the chamber, and watching de Beaupre's broadened and tanned body entwined with the smooth, white corpus of the lean Jimmy Marmot proved exhilarating. I was brought to a marvelous and delicious spend. Indeed, not a one of us did get into our beds until all had received a taste of blissful joy.
I do not intend to say much about the events of this term, and can only state that it was not less pleasant to me than the one preceding it. There were not many changes among the pupils. Two new juniors had come in, but with these we had no concern. Davenport had left and there were few regrets expressed at this. Lacy still remained and we kept our friendliness with him.
Before the close of the term, Jimmy wrote to Lord Harry Marmot, and received in reply an invitation for the whole four of us to spend the Christmas vacation with him at his place in Northcumberland, Hebworth Castle. I obtained the desired permission from my father, and it was arranged that as soon as the term was over, I should proceed to Lord Harry's.
At the last moment however, both Bob and the Duke were asked by their people to spend Christmas day at home, while Jimmy's mother also wished de Beaupre to come home to her. I found myself rather awkwardly placed. I did not want to go hither alone and did not want to go home. Rutherford said I could come with him and sent a telegram to Lord Harry explaining the situation. He wired back asking if I could not come by myself, as he should like some one of us to go to him, he being quite alone.
“Why don't you go, Charlie?” said Bob. “That would settle everything nicely. You won't have to wait long for us, and I know my cousin will make you feel at home. It seems a shame that he should be kept all by himself waiting for us.”
Thus urged, I agreed to the proposal and acquainted Lord Harry with my decision. He sent a further telegram asking me to acquaint him with what train I should come by, which I did. At the commencement of the holidays, I started off alone on the long journey to the North, having impressed upon my friends that they must join us as soon as possible.
It was late and quite dark when I reached the little station where I was to alight, and I did not feel in very good spirits after the prolonged and chilly journey. A tall man, muffled up in a thick overcoat and with a tweed cap pulled down over his eyes, stood on the platform and as I got out, he came towards me.
“Master Powerscourt, I presume?”
I replied in the affirmative and he held out his hand saying, “How do you do? I am very pleased to meet you. I seem to know you quite well, after all that my cousin Bob and that young scamp Jimmy, have told me about you. But come along now.”
I was greatly warmed by his friendly person and even more warmed by his very striking appearance.
As the carriage stopped, a door was flung wide open, letting a flood of light upon the scene. We stepped out and made our way to the door, the tall towers and buttresses of the castle looming hugely before us in the uncertain dimness of the night.
As we entered, a gigantic black man carefully closed the door and we went up a steep stone staircase, which led to a spacious vestibule with groined roof and a pavement of stone flags, all in good repair, but quite bare of furniture.
However, when we had gone through a pair of double doors, the scene changed and I found myself in a tall ceilinged corridor, thickly carpeted and lighted with foliated casements of painted glass, with antique benches and armories, horns and skins and stands of armor and weapons here and there.
“Welcome to Hebworth,” exclaimed Lord Harry, flinging off his cap and coat, and now that he had removed these and was in the light, I was able to take stock of him better.
He was under thirty, I fancied, and the absence of a moustache gave him a still more youthful appearance. He had a look of kindly sympathy in the long lashed, hazel eyes that showed his nature to be foreign to the cruel callousness of the habitual roue.
“You must be tired and hungry after your long journey, Charlie,” he said presently. “Go have a wash and in the meantime I will have something got ready for you to eat. Peter will show you the way.”