A Gentleman's Secret ~ The third novelette from "Different Desire", a Gay Victorian Romance and Erotic novelette collection

quietly with perfect pleasure, when I felt his soft and moist lips surround me.
    It had been a few months since I had been with another man, a drunken young sailor whom I had briefly engaged with. Our short time together had been both intense and rough; however , this union was very different, and to my own surprise, I found it much more alluring. He was so tender, careful, and so perfectly innocent.
    In my world, in lower London , no one was innocent after the age of five or so. You would not survive otherwise. Yet this man seemed to be so completely unspoiled and rather compliant as well, an unusual combination. I looked down on him and watched him experiment and find his way while I stroked his hair, tousling it, and tried to resist pushing myself more firmly against him. He really was incredibly gentle and took it slowly , something that was a rather un common experience for me, but I did not want to stress him and hasten his exploring . Besides, it was somewhat maddening to feel him investigate only the tip of me, first with his soft lips, and then, as he looked up at me with amber eyes, he slowly licked the full length of me.
    The sight of his wet tongue following the length of my ready hardness from the base to the tip in an unhurried manner was most arousing. I gasped involuntarily as his fingers explored not only my gliste n ing erection, but glided in between my legs, investigating everything in their path , including my most sensitive parts and even , shyly , the secret opening . I felt myself grow harder under his touch, and I was unable to restrain myself further. With a small moan, I gently pushed my hips against him, while I held my hands behind his muscular neck, gliding in and out between his moist lips.
    He paused suddenly and asked shyly , “Do you like it?”
    “Yes,” I answered hoarsely , and I held his neck more firmly , so that I could, without forcing him, m ake him increase the pace just a little. I did not want him to stop , and the short pause only exhilarated my unholy craving for him to continue. My rapid heartbeats were matching the throbbing need of my erection. Breathlessly I added , “Very much, in fact.”
    I thought I heard him mumble something in reply ; however , I was unexpectedly swept away when his grip around me increased slightly and he suddenly took more of my hardness into his mouth. I was unprepared, and I almost cried out in response, and I desperately had to stifle the urge to not press him ruthlessly against me. Instead , I buried my fingers in his soft hair , tousling it further, and stroked his high cheekbones with my thumbs. I licked my own lips, mumbling, “Yes, yes,” over and over to encourage him. The hell he was innocent and inexperienced, the devious little actor ! I thought absentmindedly and lost myself in the solitary sensation of pushing my hips repeatedly against his mouth. I never wanted him to stop. A s I moved more rapidly against him , I felt the breaking point getting closer.
    However, it was not the sensation of his second hand , which surrounded me with a bold grip around the shaft while the other hand glided easily along my length, now wet with his saliva, which pushed me over. And it was not the fact that he gradually was able to take more and more of my erection in his mouth and the intense feeling of his tongue and his wet mouth which covered me that made me come . It was the very sight of him that finally did it.
    I looked down, and there he was, o n his knees , so incredibly beautiful with his muscular shoulders, his strong arms, and his dark hair, which I had buried my hands in. He had closed his eyes in pure delight, and he was moaning quietly as he sucked me deeply, so clearly enjoying himself and the experience . M y hard erection glided in and out between his moist lips , and I had never seen any man so completely submitted and dedicated to another man’s passion like that. Yes, of course I had seen it faked many times, and during the harsh years as a rent boy, even done it myself, pretending to enjoy it while silently wishing that it would end soon. But his response was perfectly genuine. His full erection between his legs as he was down on his knees left no question about his own excitement . Even his small nipples were stiff, hiding under the dark hair on his chest.
    “Touch yourself,” I suggested on a whim , when I noticed his excitement.
    I was pleased to see that he did not hesitate and reached down to his own hard