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

erection and stroked it swiftly between his thumb and index finger. I realized vaguely that if I was able to hold back, I could probably make us come at the same time. But I was already so very close to reac hing my orgasm, it was almost painful to postpone it ; however , I knew that it would make my own release so much sweeter. Using all my willpower, I managed to withhold, but just barely, so that he came before me. He was so aroused he came almost immediately, and with a muted cry , his seed spilled down over his fingers. And as a result, he suddenly took as much as possible of my hard erection in his mouth, with a surprisin g skill , and I had never anticipated his managing to reach almost all the way to the shaft without choking himself .
    The feeling of his wet lips surrounding me almost completely , together with the smell of his seed and sweat , was more than overwhelming. It made me not only tip over the scale, but more recklessly crash over to the other side. I knew I should have tried to pull back of course, but for the life of me , I was completely unable to withdraw, and I felt my release come while he still ed sucked me passionately, intensely, and oh so deeply. While the last of my seed left me, he continued to lick and suck me in a slow and deep manner , and I accidently managed to bi te myself when I stifled a cry of pure rapture with my own hand.
    I was able to stand up for a few moments before I , with a rather unmanly whimper , went down hard on my knees to the floor as if someone had kicked my feet out from under me. Senseless and utterly pleased , I felt as drugged as if I had emptied the entire bottle of l audanum by the bedside table. I pulled his naked body to my chest, embracing him while I leaned heavily against the bedframe.
    “That,” I said unsteadily, “was absolutely fantastic!”
    “Thank you. And I must say that I agree,” he mumbled modest ly , leaning against my shoulder. My arm around his broad shoulders felt very nice.
    “Where did you learn that?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
    “Lear n what?” he said , confused.
    I looked at him. He did not seem to play coy. But I had to know. I did not care, but I had to satisfy my curiosity. “Your … skill, with other men?”
    He watched me with amber eyes , surprised and wide . T hen a small growing smugness crept over his face. His lips twitched , and he arched an eyebrow.
    “Simon,” he said. “I have never been … ah, intimate with anyone, man or woman, before in my entire life. I have absolutely no idea of what you are talking about.”
    I looked at him, trying desperately to prevent my jaw from going slack and not stare at him in disbelief. Let the Devil be my witness, he is telling the truth! I realized , to my own amazement.
    “And where will that end, I wonder?” I asked rhetorically , increasing my grip around his shoulder and pull ing him a little bit clos er . I kissed him, not caring that he still tasted slightly of my own seed. “Oh, and for the record , I am keeping you. Do not dare go away with some other frilly gentlem a n now, I had you first. You are mine!”
    I thought I heard him laugh quietly . We sat like that for hours, talking softly in the night, sharing memories, exchanging experience s . I got my dress coat back, but before dawn , I had to leave, while it was still dark, if I did not want to cause a scandal and get us both thrown in prison. I kissed him deeply before I left and chuckled when he tried to stop me and p e rsu ade me to stay just of a little bit longer. It was not entirely easy to de n y him.
    “Will you come back?” he asked and tried to sound casual, but he looked suddenly vulnerable and even younger than I was. He had been playing with my hair, and he let one finger follow the line of the scar by my eye. The aristocra tic mask he wore had slipped off , and I saw all his true emotions behind it.
    “Perhaps,” I said teasingly, with one leg over the windowsill.
    He paused and frowned. He seemed to hesitate before he said in a perfectly innocent voice with his upper class accent, “Well. If you should not return, perhaps I should try to meet one of those… What did you call them again? Ah, yes, ‘frilly gentlemen’, which you talked about earlier…”
    It made me growl, and he smiled in an insufferable way at that, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
    “Do not dare!” I hissed and kissed him, roughly and possessively. He melted in my arms, and I had to leave him