Page 17 of The Songbird of Wychwood

GEORGE

I’d always taken pleasure in romantic verse, but having Percy hold me and look into my eyes while reciting poetic words of adoration made my knees weak. The only solution was to hold on to him and plant a kiss. He tasted like hoppy beer, and honey, and his scent was of orange and bergamot mixed with his personal musk. Percy Harcourt was the most beautiful man I’d ever had in my arms and the first in my bed.

You see, no one wants to attract scorn or humiliation for whom they choose to love. Men like us have shadow love lives, if we have any private life at all. We are forced to find secret places for trysts, to find ways to express our mutual devotion without being too revealing. We use codes, flowers, colours, and allegories to express ourselves, communicating to men who share our preference. I’ve worried since I realized I was an invert that I would never know true love or have the chance to express my adoration for another. I’ve longed for it so. But Percy knew, oh yes, he understood.

His naked flesh was warm and firm as he writhed beneath me; his hands gripping my arse, pulling me tightly in so together our pricks could create that sweet, delicious friction we craved. I couldn’t get enough of him, reveling in the soft tickle of his moustache against my sensitive lips. I couldn’t stop kissing him, but he made me. I was surprised when he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back and said a breathy “S…stop.”

I wondered if I’d done something wrong. I sat up on his thighs and looked down at the gloriously debauched sight before me. His tossed blond curls like threads of spun gold, a halo upon my white bed sheet. A soft pelt of hair on Percy’s upper chest led in a tempting trail over his flat belly to his groin. His pego stood defiant among a nest of honey blonde. The cock wasn’t too long, but my god, his girth would be quite the mouthful. I was game to give it a try!

“Are you alright? Did I go too fast? I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ve just wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you. I’ve spent weeks dreaming about you, wondering who you are,” I said in a rush to justify my impulsive actions. Percy just smiled widely and put his fingertips over my lips to shut me up.

He chuckled. “I just needed a breath, George. I’m a little overwhelmed,” he said softly. “This is all new to me. I’ve only kissed two fellows in my whole life, and I’ve never had a tumble with a man. Not that I tumble with women…although mother would be delighted if I did.” I gave him a bemused look and he cocked a brow. “I’ll tell you about that another time. I do not want to think of my mother while I’m naked and painfully aroused.”

I couldn’t keep in my laugh then and slid off his thighs to lie beside him. Percy threaded his fingers into mine and tugged me closer in an attempt to stop my laughter. “Look, I just don’t want to rush to the end, that’s all.”

“You do know that you can spend more than once in a day, don’t you?” I said in jest.

“Oh, um, really?” Percy looked a little embarrassed and then I truly understood that, even though he was older, I was more experienced.

“I promise, I won’t lose interest after the first time, you can be certain of that!” I reassured.

I suppose that growing up in the theater had given me more of an opportunity to mess about! I’d kissed a few boys who were on the traveling circuit, cos they were here and then gone, which was safer all round. I’d had two men proposition me to bugger them last summer. After the first fellow’s initial pain and discomfort, we pushed on and I think he enjoyed it. A few weeks later, the second fellow asked me to do it. He told me that there was a special place inside the back passage and when my pego stroked it he felt like heaven opened up inside him. I thought that sounded rather nice and it explained why men sought such a joining. I supposed I’d like to try it sometime.

“Can we take the edge off and then?” I asked slowly walking my fingers down his chest.

Percy raised a quizzical brow. “Very well. Let’s do that and take things at a more…leisurely pace, aye!”

It pleased me that he didn’t just want a quick fuck and to rush off, for no matter how horny I was, I’d still like to get to know him.

“I want to take my sweet time with you, Percy Harcourt. Now, sit up against the headboard,” I directed. He did as I asked and then I straddled his thighs. Making a tunnel of my hands, I gathered our half-hard cockstands together. As soon as my pego touched his, Percy whimpered. It was such a needy little sound and it made me burn for him. With two strokes my pego was as hard as a battering ram. We watched as his prick filled with blood too to make the crown ruddy and the shaft stiff with mouthwatering veins. I swiped the clear liquid seeping from the head and put my finger to my lips. His eyes grew as wide as saucers as he saw me taste him. He bit his plump bottom lip.

“Do I taste…alright?” he asked uncertainly.

“Lover, you’re delicious. Now, are you ready?”

“I don’t think I’ll last, but—”

And so, I began moving my hips, holding our pricks together so we could rub off on one another. My eyes darted to observe Percy, his kiss swollen mouth glistening, his blond curls a glorious mess and his stormy green eyes sparkling with lust as he watched our pego’s rub together. He had the most adorable patches of flushed skin on his cheeks, like he’d applied rouge. His breaths panted lightly and I was having so much fun undoing him. His fingers trembled, and he gripped handfuls of the bed sheet, as if holding on to the fabric was the only thing stopping him from taking flight.

“Pinch your nipples,” I directed. He gave me an alarmed look. “Do it!” he did so, “Harder,” I directed and again he complied. He was good at taking direction, this one! Then he moaned, and the sound was so erotic it made my cockhead swell. This was the first time Percy had allowed himself to be vulnerable in the company of a fellow. His luminous green eyes affixed mine and we shared a rare moment of awareness and connection. It was beautiful and I felt honoured to be his first. His bawsacks drew in tight to his body and his prick erupted while shudders wracked through him in a whole-body spasm. Watching Percy unravel and spend so copiously sent me over and my grip on us both became slick with our spill.

He looked up when I released us. I felt almost shy as I met his smiling eyes.

“Well, that was…” he grinned, sated, flushed, and adorably handsome.

“Yes, it was.” We were silent for a while, just looking and smiling, not needing to say a word because we said it all with our eyes.

“We appear to have made a bit of a mess,” I said, running a finger through the pools of mingled semen on his belly. “I guess I’d better clean us up,” I suggested, then moved off his thighs. My inner thigh muscles ached as I strode to the sink, washed our seed from my hands and chest, and then I got a clean cloth from a drawer and wet it. I hurried to the bed and washed the pearls of our spill from his chest and belly. I returned to the sink and washed the rag out before calling.

“You can stay over if you want. There’s no point going out onto Drury Lane this late unless you’re looking to get robbed.” I sauntered back to the bed and got in, pulling up the covers to stave off the chill. Percy eased himself down to lay beside me.

“Hmmm, you care for my safety?” he said curiously.

“Course I do.”

“Well,” he drawled ponderously, “If it’s a toss-up between remaining in the arms of a devilishly handsome actor, or fleeing from ner-do-well’s in the dead of night…hmmm, I do believe I’ll accept your invitation to stay.”

Laughing, Percy rolled me over and eased on top of me, taking the dominant position. It seemed that his first time with another had elicited new found confidence. It pleased me to have given him that. I liked his weight on me, his heated skin pressed to mine, the thrumming of his heart so close. I scrabbled to pull the covers higher over us and we lay snug like that for a while. Then he began kissing my nape, and squashed between our warm bellies, my pego took an interest again. I joined in as hands began to roam. I enjoyed the feeling of the coarse blond hair on his legs as I ran my fingers from thigh to calf. He eased up to adjust his prick. It was leaking its clear fluid of arousal again, and I swiped my finger through it. With his eyes on me, I sucked the finger into my mouth again. His taste was bittersweet, salty, and musky, but not at all unpleasant.

“My God, George, how you undo me!” Percy’s deep rasp was sinful. He eased down my body, kissing all the way, his moustache adding to the tickling sensation, until he came to my slender cockstand. He observed it as it filled with blood and bobbed. He gave the tip and exploratory lick, hummed in surprise and then he boldly took me into his mouth. The shock of that wet heat made me buck my hips off the bed, sending my prick further into Percy’s throat. He took all I had to give, moaning as he sucked and explored the meander of the prominent veins on my length with his tongue.

“Touch my bollocks, you can suck them if you want,” I begged. He paused in gamahuching me and asked, “You like that?”

“Gods yes. Have you never had your bollocks sucked while being frigged?”

“No, I can’t say that I have.”

“You will!”

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