This story is an extension of, and homage to, the great adventurer Frank Harris' iconic work My Life and Loves.
My name is Henry Hesiltine and I am a student at Rugby College in Warwickshire. Since my physical appearance has a lot to do with the events below, allow me to describe it. I'm five and a half feet tall, weigh only eight and a half stone, slender and small boned. My hair is ash blonde and I have large blue eyes, full lips, good teeth. My hands, feet and genitalia are small but well formed. My bottom is a little fuller than the rest of me, with rather girlish curves; I occasionally observe people, both male and female, regarding it with interest, to my embarrassment..
Before my father's early death, he had left a small legacy to educate me at Rugby. My mother, alas, was left in genteel poverty in a decaying country house about a hundred miles from the college, where she consoled herself with the gin bottle. I'm by nature shy and self effacing, with few relatives and fewer intimate friends.
Rugby College was strange and intimidating. Though I'm an above average scholar, I found the work - especially the math -- very difficult. I had not yet made friends who might help me comprehend the calculus, and was sitting tensely in the library fruitlessly grappling with the day's problems. I was frustrated, and lonely enough, to allow some large tears to fall silently on my work.
A shadow crossed my papers and I looked up to see a large figure regarding me pleasantly. To my surprise it was St. John Jones, a senior student who was one of the best known at the college: tall, strongly built, handsome, very wealthy, though not renowned for scholastic aptitude. Sympathetically he asked if I was having difficulty; in my emotional state I nodded yes, grateful that somebody cared. To my surprise he suggested that we adjourn to his study where, he said, he could help me.
In his study, which was large and well appointed, he sat me down and produced, to my surprise, a crib or answer book. Such items were frowned upon at the college, and I was apprehensive about using it. But he reassured me, saying everybody did, and with its help we quickly solved the problems. I was relieved and grateful to him; and it was at this point that he placed his powerful hand on my thigh.
He whispered that he greatly admired me, was in fact highly attracted, that he wanted to kiss me. In my inexperience and astonishment, I froze; his lips immediately met mine and his tongue darted into my mouth. I had no idea how to respond; he pressed more firmly against my surprised mouth and caressed my tongue with his. He smelled of tobacco, bay rum, with a particular male scent; his clothes were of the finest quality. Frankly, I was flattered by his attention and could not bring myself to resist him, although such behavior went against all my upbringing.
He fumbled at his trousers and unbuttoned them, then took my surprised hand and slipped it into his fly. His cock was smooth, hard and thick; it seemed to throb with heat. Taking my slender fingers in his, he encircled his shaft with them, so that I was in full contact with his flesh. Despite my reluctance -- I tried to pull away - he held my wrist and compelled me to frig him, moaning with pleasure as my fingers, trapped in his, caressed him. A moment later his cock spurted fiercely, drenching me in his warm seed.
I was allowed to withdraw my saturated hand, but he grasped it and pressed it against my mouth, telling me to lick it clean. I was so astounded by this incident, and so impressed that such an important man should take any kind of interest in me, that I complied, shyly opening my lips to suck the fluid away. That done, he gripped me by the neck and pushed my face down to his groin, instructing me to complete the clean up on his softening member.
I struggled to free myself, but he easily held me and repeated his demand. Reluctantly I lapped at the come that decorated his softening cock; it was slightly salty and not unpleasant. To tell the truth, my own cock was throbbing with excitement, so that I yearned for relief. He kissed me several times and caressed my cheek before suggesting we return to the library.
I can't tell you what an impact this dalliance had on me. Never before had I touched the private parts of another. Now I had not only carried Jones to orgasm, but had allowed him to employ my mouth in his service. I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated. Jones had effortlessly dominated me, and since we had bonded in this very intimate way I felt that I might not be free of his needs and expectations. All afternoon and evening my thoughts returned to his thick shaft violently spurting his seed as I caressed him, and the taste of his come.
His powerful personality had easily overcome my own shy reticence. I couldn't stop thinking about what else he might make me do. I greatly desired his warmth and attention; I wanted to please him; yet questioned what else he might expect from me. Still, to retain his good will, perhaps if there was a next time I could offer to fondle him more willingly. It wasn't such a hard thing to do, and if it pleased him, then I could overcome my reservations. Of course I had at this point no idea of how sophisticated and far reaching were his desires.
A day or so later he approached me in the dining hall. He was friendly and relaxed, acting as if nothing had happened. Would I like to join him for the weekend at his country house, he inquired. His carriage would come to the college and transport us there. There would be excellent meals, fresh air, hunting if I wished it, long rambles on his beautiful estate. He hoped I would accept the invitation; it would make him very happy.
I was hesitant to agree, but reflected that the alternative was a dreary, lonely time at the college. My mother's home was too far away, and anyway there would not be much cheer there. Jones' wealth was well known; certainly it would be a pleasant change. I was in need of a friend, and was most fortunate to have obtained such a handsome, popular, successful companion. Shyly I accepted; he seemed delighted and, putting a powerful arm around my slender shoulders, hugged me affectionately.
The carriage -- a most expensive and luxurious vehicle -- duly transported us out to the country. Jones' home was a magnificent Georgian mansion surrounded by extensive, beautifully tended gardens. Pointing to some distant hills, he remarked that the family estates reached even beyond them. Our lunch was delicious, the servants superbly trained; although they seemed in awe, or even fearful, of their young master. Jones jovially suggested we ride out to the hills for a long exploration; the countryside was exquisite, he said, and there were splendid views to be had.
He was thoroughly agreeable throughout the afternoon, asking me about my family and upbringing, offering compliments and in general taking a strong interest on me. Leaving our horses, we walked up a steep hill to a low wall that looked out over miles of lovely countryside. It was then, after looking around to make sure that we were undisturbed, that he told me casually to take all my clothes off.
I was taken completely aback by this unexpected demand. I could see he liked me, but this? I stood there frozen; he repeated his request, this time more curtly. Reluctant to lose his good will, I attempted to change the subject. He simply sat on the wall, smiling pleasantly, and making a "get on with it" gesture. Bending to his superior will, I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my trousers and underpants, removed my socks and shoes, and stood completely naked in front of him, blushing red and attempting to cover my groin.
The sun was warm on my nude body and the breeze blew pleasantly. I felt entirely exposed and helpless before my companion. He signaled for me to turn around and show him my bare bottom; his gaze seemed to pierce me between my cheeks. Telling me to kneel down -- the grass was very soft -- he advanced towards me and gripped my slim bare shoulders. His groin, which seemed to bulge and throb, was directly in front of my face.
As I shivered with fear and anticipation, naked and alone as I was, he told me to take his cock out of his trousers. I fumbled with his buttons and underwear; his shaft practically sprang out of confinement. It was thick and long, the head shrouded in a fleshy cape; twice the size at least of my own member. Gingerly I gripped it in my hand and began to caress it. It was so hard, yet the skin was like silk. He gave a grunt of pleasure, then told me to take it in my mouth.
In other circumstances I could never have acceded to such a demand, which went against all my upbringing and the teachings of the church. But stripped, kneeling, eager to please my companion, I saw no alternative except to part my lips and allow him into my soft mouth. I delicately kissed the swollen head, then was inspired to lick the shaft from end to end. That done, I took it into my mouth and began to suck it, sliding my tongue across the surface and gently feathering the tip. Jones gave a grunt of pleasure and allowed me to caress him; then, becoming further aroused, he commenced to move in and out of my unresisting mouth, thrusting deeply so that I choked.
He slowly pushed his entire length into me, probing into my throat; this provoked violent contractions, so that now I squirmed and wriggled to free myself of this suffocating intrusion. My lips were stretched apart by his thickness; he simply held himself in place by gripping my neck firmly. I was impaled, at his mercy, struggling to breathe, unable to make sounds beyond a muffled pleading.
