Where it happened: Savoy hotel
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Boarding school can be horrific for a seven-year-old. My experience was positive because I was Ian’s fag from my very first Christmas alone. I was never truly alone again. The term “fag” has homosexual connotations today but in the fifties, it denoted simply a prot%E9g%E9 of an upper forum boy. There was never any sex between Ian and myself. Ours was an intimate brother relationship for two boys whose families abandoned us. Ian urged me and obtained from me the highest standards of scholarship and honour I had in me to develop.
I gave Ian my loyalty and confidential counsel after he caused Wendy, an American girl, to become pregnant when he was sixteen. Though she was the seducer, Ian cared about her and accepted his responsibility. Ian won her family’s hearts with his impressive personal qualities and restored to Wendy her pride while he accepted the gift of a holiday in America from Wendy’s family. It also afforded the opportunity for Wendy and Ian to resume their affair which culminated in their marriage four years later. Though I was delighted for Ian, I was alone for breaks when Ian was away with Wendy.
Ian’s duties as proctor until Boxing Day caused his final Christmas to pass at school so Wendy came to England to holiday with him. Ian organised a party, complete with Wendy playing “Mother Christmas” giving a present to each of 22 boys who remained at school. Wendy booked a hotel suite at the London Savoy until St. Hillary’s and they included me until New Year’s Eve afternoon. Such is the generosity of these two wonderful people.
As soon as the train for London pulled out of the station, Ian and Wendy were all over themselves after upholding chaste comportment while at school. I stood outside the compartment and knocked on the window whenever anyone came down the passageway until we arrived at St. Pancreas.
In the hotel, I slept on a settee in the sitting room to afford them their privacy. Naturally, I enviously attempted to visualise the goings-on on the other side of the door as I masturbated that night.
At five a.m., I was awakened by Wendy, who kissed me on the lips. She explained that she and Ian had arrived at the decision that they could enjoy their pleasure better if I were not left entirely out in the cold. I was to accept what was offered and never to tell anyone of favors received.
With that, Wendy threw back my sheet and began to caress my privates through my night shirt. I gained an immediate erection. Wendy lifted my shirt to my chest and, with a handful of Pond’s cream, began to give me long, slow strokes. I think I received no more than a half-score strokes before I went rigid. Wendy snatched up a towel she had brought along but not quickly enough. One spurt landed on her face before she had me covered. She then pumped me rapidly until I stayed her hand. When she wiped her face, I muttered an apology which she dismissed by placing a finger to my lips. She then cleaned me with a hot, wet wash linen and gave me another of her splendid smiles before returning to Ian.
That day and the four that followed, Wendy had two boys on either arm as we toured museums, attended theatre shows, and dined in fine restaurants. Each night, Wendy gave me pleasure with her hands before joining Ian. Each morning, she pleasured me again before returning to Ian for two hours or so.
Wendy encouraged me to take my time and to tell her when I needed her to pause. While pleasuring me, she related her experiences on dates with other boys than Ian. Her hands were well experienced, being her means of remaining a virgin until Ian entered her life.
She obtained my promise to be generous with foreplay with my future loves, to take my time, never to pressure a girl, and above all, never to take chances with pregnancy. Giving their baby to adoption gave both Ian and Wendy great sorrow.
Though my one request of Wendy, to allow me a look at her body, was denied, I am still delighted for what I was given. Though we and our spouses have been each other’s houseguests many times over the years, Wendy and I have since never exchanged more than good-bye kisses. She gave enough for a boy of fourteen to enjoy a glorious holiday but not so much as to complicate a future friendship.
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