“Oh, quite so, my lord,” replied the respectful Montgomery. “I wouldn't dare raise my eyes so high, my lord; I appreciate my position and will not presume in any way.” To himself he smiled, thinking of the events of the morning and wondering what this haughty lord would do or say were he to hear the full particulars of those affairs between Montgomery and his nieces.
“Very well, then; I don't want to have to mention the matter again; hands off and everything will be all right.
“You will note, Montgomery, I have quite a library here. Now, in this bookcase over here, which I keep locked, is a very large collection of erotic books-that is, books on the subject of love, etc. It will be worth your while to delve into them a little; you may find some suggestions that will be helpful to me later when we are indulging in our pleasures. So when you have a few minutes, be sure to look at some of the pictures and read some of the books that you will find there. You will find the key in this small drawer in my secretary,” he added, pointing out the hiding place to the valet.
“Montgomery,” he went on, “I would like for you to tell me some of the practices you have indulged in; you seem to have a rather good invention in the matter of lovemaking, and I am curious to hear some of your notions along that line. What type of woman do you prefer, and what methods do you use in indulging yourself with your paramours?”
“Well, sir,” replied the servant, “I must confess-although it may seem rather strange to your lordship and I rather hesitate to mention it-that all of the women I have ever encountered, no matter how lustful, no matter how young, how beautifully formed, how expert in the art of love, if I were to have my choice of partners in the business of fucking, I would prefer the company of a fresh, young lusty boy!”
“Impossible!” ejaculated the startled Roxboro, sitting suddenly upright in his chair at this amazing confession. “You dare sit there and try to tell me you would select a boy rather than a girl! I am certainly surprised to say the least; for a man of your intelligence and talents it is simply preposterous! I know that the ancient Greeks and Romans-in fact, even the modem Indians, Chinese, Greeks, and others indulge in that pastime, but I am surprised to hear a grown man, and an Englishman, admit any such preference!”
“Well, sir,” replied Montgomery, no whit abashed by the astounded lord's reproof, “I have experienced both forms of pleasure, and I must say in all truthfulness that to bugger a strong boy, to push your prick into his tight arsehole while you grasp his ballocks and stiff cockshaft in your hands is a delight that savors of paradise itself!
“As your lordship says, the Greeks and Romans and others preferred that form of amusement; it is common enough in armies, in prisons, in institutions where women are not permitted; isolated men in all parts of the world are driven to it through lack of women and soon become converted to it; I understand that in parts of India the law insists that women wear clothing exposing the breasts in an effort to attract the menfolk and wean them from the practice of sodomy with men.
“In Wyoming, where I spent some time as a youth, the cowboys indulged in it; the Indians of America have long practiced it; it is common enough on shipboard and all navies recognize it.”
“That may be true,” replied Lord Roxboro. “I could understand such things where men are gathered with but few women, such as on shipboard or in prison, but the thought of indulging in such an act in a country like England where, as a matter of fact, the women outnumber the men and are so easy to get; I simply cannot conceive of it unless-” and here he glanced sharply at Montgomery-“a person is one of those individuals who has been so scurvily treated by Mother Nature as to be what we call an urning, or a person with a bisexual nature, partly man and partly woman, at least in temperament.”
Montgomery laughed. “Oh, no, my lord, nothing of that sort. I am masculine enough, as your lordship should well know by now; you have seen me in action. I am fond enough of the gentler sex and am not feminine myself in any way-that is not exactly the idea.
“Furthermore, your lordship, I have only mentioned the active side of it: the performance of the role of rider, you might say-he who inserts the rod and does the pushing.
“Now, on the other side of the picture: the passive member of the two. Has your lordship ever considered what a thrill it would be to enact the part of the woman; to be able to receive the attentions of a lusty male; to be able to more fully understand the reactions of the delightful weaker sex; to feel entering your body through that sensitive portal, the rigid, hard, thick shaft of a powerful male? You can hardly understand such a delightful proposition, my Lord, unless you have tried it. Ah, I tell you, sir, there is the thrill of thrills!” cried the lustful Montgomery, his face red and his eyes sparkling with the very notion of such delights.
“Well, that may be all true enough,” replied Roxboro, “but I confess I cannot share your enthusiasm. For example, if I were this minute in bed, flanked, let us say, on one side by your charming wife, and on the other by Carl, the stableboy there would not be a moment's hesitation as to which I would choose, and you may be assured as to that. You, Montgomery, may have your boys; I shall continue to depend upon the girls for my pleasure!”
“Oh, quite true, my lord,” replied Montgomery. “Your lordship goes ahead too fast. I admit all the pleasures of dealing with women-that is proved by the fact that I am married. But for an occasional change of fare, as a novelty, if you please, it is unequaled. If your lordship ever experiences the pleasures I mention, either active or passive, I am sure you will agree with me!”
“I doubt it very much,” replied Roxboro, “but we are getting further and further from the subject. I am curious to know of your adventures. Suppose you relate some of the outstanding experiences in your life; I would greatly enjoy hearing them.”
“Oh, sir,” replied Montgomery, “I am afraid you would find it a boring repetition of fucking adventures, one pretty much like the other, with little change or diversion; simply a tiresome recital of women, etc., one after the other.”
“Oh, come now; surely a man of your wide experience, as much as you have traveled and as many women-and, I suppose, men-as you have had intercourse with, you surely must have had some experiences which stand out in your memory. Come, come, let me hear some of them.”
Lighting a cigar and passing one to his valet, Roxboro leaned back in his easy chair, prepared to listen to whatever recital Montgomery would see fit to regale him with. He expected something pretty racy, for Montgomery was a clever fellow, and he was not to be disappointed.
“Well, let me see,” pondered Montgomery, crossing his legs and lighting the excellent cigar Roxboro had just handed him. His eyes cast upward toward the ceiling; he seemed to be marshaling his memories together; presently he said, “The very thing! I will tell you of an experience I once had, which may be of interest to your lordship.”
“At one time,” began Montgomery, “when I was a young man I was employed by a shopkeeper, an unusually sensual man. Before long I had gotten into his good graces sufficiently so that we shared our love affairs in common. I lived with him in the rear of the store, and as we had similar ideas, if one of us was successful in seducing some neighborhood damsel, ere long it was arranged that the other should come in for his share.
“This man's shop was much like others with which your lordship is familiar: windows fronting on the street in which was displayed the ordinary line of merchandise, neither better nor worse than that of our neighbors.
“The basement of the store was a storage room; it extended out under the sidewalk, which was made of thick planks, between the spaces of which the light penetrated and through which spaces it was possible to see upward. It was our custom to spend a great deal of time underneath this sidewalk; from this vantage point we could see up under the skirts of any womenfolk that happened to be passing; frequently a damsel would stand in front of the shop, inspecting our goods in the windows, little suspecting that she herself was the object of what might be called a 'worm's-eye' inspection from below, which would probably have embarrassed her greatly were she aware of it. We had arranged boxes on which to sit and view the passersby and had a little code of signals arranged.