Page 5 of Molly Boys
“What do you think, Ev?” Francis whispered. “He is beautiful, isn’t he?”
Ev studied the young man through the haze of opium and whiskey. He’d seen Richard Lowcroft at the Islington house several times of late, usually on Francis’ arm, or his lap… or his cock. He was indeed beautiful, barely nineteen years old and a medical student. Ev’s gaze dropped to Darling Dickie’s sensual lips as he bit them wantonly, his warm brown eyes filled with hunger.
“Yes, he is,” Ev breathed.
“Do you want him to suck your cock, love… while I stretch out your hole and fuck you deeply?” Francis whispered in invitation. Ev’s breathing picked up as his prick gushed more slick fluid into Francis’ palm. “Hmm,” Francis hummed in pleasure. “You do, don’t you?”
“Please?” Dickie whispered from the other side of the room, his voice desperate with desire and the front of his trousers tented obscenely. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Ev’s gaze locked on the pretty, eager young man, and he gave a nod.
Dickie closed the door behind him and crossed the room as Francis released Ev’s cock and grasped his hand, pulling him off the sofa.
Slightly taller than Ev, Francis pressed against his back, wrapped his arms around him, and pushed Ev’s trousers and smalls over his narrow hips, allowing them to slide down and pool at his feet. Francis rested his chin on Ev’s shoulder as his eyes locked on Dickie.
“I can certainly attest to his skill and enthusiasm.” Francis’ breath hot against Ev’s ear. “His mouth was fashioned by the devil himself, built for sin and depravity.”
Dickie dropped to his knees almost reverently, leaning forward and breathing in the scent of Ev’s wet cock.
“Go ahead, Darling Dickie.” Francis reached out and stroked his face as if he were a house pet. “Show him what that talented mouth of yours can do.”
Ev’s head tilted back and he groaned as wet heat and pressure surrounded his aching cock, making his balls tighten painfully.
Dear god, the boy had a powerful mouth. He drew on Everett with long, dragging suction. Everett’s breath caught in his throat as Dickie swallowed him to the root, his nose buried in the thatch of pale hair nestled at the base of Ev’s cock.
For a moment, the heat and comfort of Francis’ body behind him disappeared, only to return a short time later. Ev couldn’t form a single coherent thought beyond the intense pleasure of the boy’s mouth. He couldn’t even puzzle over Francis’ brief absence until he suddenly felt slick fingers sliding through the crease of his naked buttocks and pressing at his hole.
The heavy, masculine scent of bergamot and sandalwood oil filled the air around him and he gave a long, serrated groan as two fingers slid inside him, pressing deep and stretching him open. The hazy, dreamlike shroud blanketing his mind numbed the short, sharp, burning sensation. Instead, all he felt was the probing intrusion of Francis’ fingers as they brushed over that secret place deep inside him, causing a burst of heat to roll across his skin and a light sweat to bloom on his brow and top lip.
He panted, his hips rocking back onto those long, clever fingers and forward into the hot, sinful wetness of Dickie’s mouth. A moment later, he hissed as those fingers withdrew and he felt a blunt pressure as Francis pressed his generous cock against his loosened hole.
Ev cried out as Dickie sucked harder, reaching up and fondling his aching balls while Francis pressed inexorably forward, gripping Ev’s hips until something inside him gave and Francis’ cock slid deep inside him.
Francis moaned in pleasure as his fingers tightened on Ev’s hips until Ev was sure they would leave marks, then he pulled out almost to the flared crown. Francis thrust back in, starting up a vigorous pace, his skin slapping against Ev’s buttocks and thighs as he fucked him hard, just the way he liked it.
Francis released his vice-like grip on Ev’s hips just long enough to push his shirt up his back, shoving it over his head and tossing it carelessly aside so he could stroke his chest and tug at his sensitive nipples.
Ev could barely breathe from the stimulation, caught in the heady wasteland between pain and pleasure. He had a hot, throbbing cock almost splitting him open, each thrust pushing his own prick deep into Dickie’s throat and causing the boy to gag, although he didn’t seem to mind. If Dickie’s deep moans were anything to gauge, the rough treatment only seemed to arouse the young man more.
Ev’s head was spinning, hazy with lust and the effects of the pipe. He lifted his heavy arms, reaching behind him for Francis, his fingers tangling in Francis’ hair as he turned his head, his mouth searching blindly.
Francis took his lips and thrust his tongue deep inside Ev’s mouth, mimicking what his cock was doing to Ev’s arse. It was a delicious dichotomy, feeling the smooth silk of Francis’ corset against his naked back and the near brutal thrust of his hard cock inside him.
Unable to hold back the demands of his body, his climax ripped through him savagely. He erupted into Dickie’s throat as the boy spluttered and coughed around his cock and swallowed. Ev clamped down on Francis’ cock, causing him to groan. Heat filled his back passage as he felt the pulse of Francis’ cock releasing inside him.
He panted as the world tilted around him. Francis’ arms held him upright while Dickie continued to lick every drop of his ejaculate from his softening prick. Francis’ cock slid from his body and he felt a trickle of fluid spill from his crease and down his thighs.
Dickie hummed and pressed his face further into Ev’s groin, gripping his thighs as he nuzzled deeper, his nose pressed under Ev’s spent balls, his tongue lapping and rooting toward his well-used hole.
“That’s enough, Darling Dickie,” Francis crooned. “I think Ev needs to sit a moment.”
Obediently, Dickie sat back on his heels and grasped Ev’s trousers and smalls, pulling them up his legs as Francis lowered him into a wing-backed chair beside the sofa.
Ev sat in a daze, his pounding heart slowing and his breathing evening out. He watched as Francis leaned forward and kissed Dickie deeply, no doubt tasting his semen on the boy’s tongue.
Francis pulled back and stroked Dickie’s dark hair. “Good boy,” he praised him warmly. “Now take your clothes off. I’m not done yet.”
Dickie climbed to his feet, his eagerness evident as he stripped off his clothes in haste until he was completely naked, his slim curved cock standing up and looking painfully engorged.