Memoranda From Mr. P

In a few days I was stroking his hard little penis through his trousers, then reaching up his leg to carress his shaft, kissing him, and tipping him a “touch of velvet”—probing his lips with the wet tip of my tongue, feeling his little sprout jumping under my fingers from the thrills. In a few days he regularly accompanied us and shared the same bathing cabin with us when we changed into our bathing costumes and bathed in the ocean.

How we joked with him about his little doodle, when we were all naked, asked him if it would stand stiff and about boys playing with each other’s cocks at school. This was of course done very carefully and gradually, and we knew him to be discreet enough, as he had often assured us that he told no tales out of school, while we gave him shillings or half-crowns.

In a few days Frank was sitting on our laps in the private cabin as we were all completely naked, enjoying our caresses over his slim body, especially his hard, dark nipples, his darling tiny cock, and his exquisitely round firm bottom. Soon he was readily kissing us, open lipped, tongues flicking and chasing about wet and hot.

His mother was a buxom woman of about eight and thirty, who had been left a widow for some years, her husband having been in the Civil Service, but died after they had been married about ten years. I made assiduous courtship of her on my own account, to allow her to imagine she was the object of my interests and to blind her to our intentions towards Young Frank.

Her bedroom was next to mine, and I had a peephole so that I could watch all her movements as she dressed or undressed. One night in particular, before sitting on the chamber-pot as usual before getting into bed, she seated herself on the bedside drawing up her night-chemise to her navel, whilst she at first gently frigged her clitoris with a couple of fingers. I could see the little piece of flesh stand out quite excitedly. Her fingers worked nervously for a moment or two, as her face began to flush, and her bosom to heave with emotion, when all of a sudden, she fell backwards on the bed in the act of spending, her legs wide open, allowing me to see clearly a few pearly drops glistening on her busy fingers.