My Erotic Education - A Journal 09

"Perhaps it is not my juices that you're enjoying." I said. "Perhaps Philip has another who takes pleasure seeding his ass."

"Even better!" The Major exclaimed. "To know that I'm devouring the hot juice of a total stranger, a man who has no idea that I'm feeding on his discharge, is even more exciting."

He began more avidly to feed at Philip's ass, his tongue darting deeply into the ebony pucker and then sucking at the tight knot of flesh.

I also was excited by watching his actions and began to slam my cock in and out of his delightful fuck hole. The muscles of his chute played over my stiff organ like a hundred fingers, milking my juices from my balls. All too soon, I felt the hot sap climbing my shaft and exploding into his hungry hole.

"Capital, capital!" The Major said. "The first load of the day shot in my ass by my favorite cock. Now, Philip, it's time for you to climb on and display your prowess as an ass fucker."

I withdrew my wilting member from the snug hole and watched as Philip assumed my place. His dark cock slid instantly into The Major's pale hole and I admired the beautiful contrast of the two flesh tones.

"That's a cock made to satisfy an old sodomite like me." The Major said. "Fuck me hard and fill my ass with your sweet juice."

I stood beside Philip and watched as his ebony prong delved deeply into The Major's hole and then retreated so that only the fat head remained unsheathed. Philip hit his stride, banging out a staccato rhythm against The Major's lush ass. Occasionally, I would kiss Philip while stroking his meaty ass cheeks and during one embrace, my tongue deep in his mouth, my fingers strayed to play with his spit slick ass hole. He responded by fucking into The Major's hole more violently, much to The Major's vocal delight. He thrust his huge cock in and out and by now I was familiar with all indications of his impending crisis. His cock swelled to an even thicker circumference and he thrust his length as far into the clutching hole as he possibly could. A series of tremors passed over his body and I heard The Major cry, "That's it. I feel your hot juices flooding my ass, filling me even fuller. Give me all of your sweet cum."

Philip, wet with perspiration, collapsed onto The Major's broad back and rested while his sated cock slowly shrank back to normal size. He finally stood up and extracted his now limp member from the flooded hole.

"You young gentleman certainly know how to satisfy a hungry ass hole." The Major said, bending to retrieve his trousers and drawing them up. "I shall accomplish amazing things this afternoon after having such a delightful interlude."

Philip and I had donned and adjusted our garments and after assuring himself that all appeared as it should, he walked over and unlocked and opened the outer door.

"Have you completed the papers I asked for?" he asked his secretary.

"I have, indeed, Sir." he responded. "I will bring them to you immediately."

The Major walked back and sat at his desk and James, his young secretary, entered and placed the papers before him. I noticed that he gave Philip and myself a sly sidelong smile as he did so. Then he retreated and closed the door behind himself.

"Aren't you apprehensive that your secretary may have some clue as to the business that just transpired in your office?" I asked.

"I'm sure that he knows very well." The Major said. "His excellent secretarial skills are not his only talents and I have availed myself of those others on numerous occasions. He is the soul of discretion."

He signed a pair of letters, and then placed them and a sheaf of blank checks in an envelope.

"I've prepared letters of credit for you." he said. "Any tradesman you wish to buy from should honor these. I've instructed that all bills be sent directly to me for prompt payment by my own hand. Each of these letters extends you credit on your account to the amount of $500. I seriously doubt that your shopping will require even a fraction of that amount but it is best to let the tradesmen know who they are dealing with. I've also included some blank checks on your account. Have you ever written a check?"

"I'm afraid I haven't." I replied. "I've never actually purchased anything. I did eat in a restaurant once, though."

"I'll tutor him and make sure all goes smoothly." Philip said. "Be assured."

"I'm thankful that he has such a caring and wise friend." The Major told him. "And I look forward to also claiming your friendship."

"Another matter that is assured." Philip replied.

"Very well." The Major said, rising. "I'll take up no more of your time. Our young friend here has an afternoon of mercantile exploring ahead of him and I anticipate that he will find great pleasure in buying whatever he desires. You are to have fun and spoil yourself, do you understand?"

"I will purchase the things I need and rely on Philip as to the wisdom of those purchases." I replied.

"Oh, bugger wisdom." The Major said. "You have the means behind you to paint the town red. Enjoy yourself for once."

"I don't think I could top the pleasure I've already experienced this morning but I shall try."

"You're such an adorable young flatterer that you make me want to throw you down and violate your person all over again. Leave an old man to his work before you wear my heart out with joy."

Philip and I rose and took our leave. The Major followed us to the door and embraced us both warmly.

As we left his office he said to me, "Remember. Enjoy yourself."

His secretary smiled and bade us a good day.

Outside, Micah the handsome carriage driver awaited us beside his rig. He helped first Philip to ascend and then me. His hand, I noticed, cupped my ass cheek and gave it a hearty squeeze in the process. After we were seated he climbed aboard and said, "So, am I to drop the two of you off at debtor's prison, then?"

"Fortunately, not today." Philip replied and then gave him the address of our next stop, Mr. Levitz's Emporium.

As we rode along I screwed up my courage and asked, "Philip, may I ask you something both impertinent and prying?"

"By all means, you make it sound exciting." he replied.

"As I listened to your conversation with The Major I couldn't help but be aware that you several times referred to a friend who attends your financial affairs. Do you have investments of your own?"

"I'm happy to say that I am comfortably fixed financially. My friend has made sure that I will always be solvent."

"And yet you consented to take a job as assistant to a ninny." I replied. "Initially, I came to your interview only as a favor to Will. After meeting you and your uncle I knew that I wanted to become much better acquainted and I consented because I found you both delightful."

"You must know that we find you likewise." I said. "I value every moment that you spend with me and educate me." I put my arm around his shoulders and rested my face against his strong neck.

"Here, none of that nuzzling and groping in my rig." Micah said over his shoulder. "Leastwise, not unless the two of you place me in the middle between you."

Philip smiled as I got up and leant forward. I rested my hands on Micah's broad hard shoulders and placed my lips next to his ear.

"I'm saving you for strictly my own enjoyment." I whispered.

He turned his head a bit and whispered back, "And I shall make sure that every moment is to your enjoyment."

I sat back on the carriage seat and watched the passing landscape. We had entered a section of town that I had never been to before, a rougher and more worn down area. The crowded sidewalks were lined by storefronts with the most amazing variety of goods for sale, things I had never even seen before.

"Philip, are we near our destination?" I asked.

"A mere block or two." he replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Would it be possible for us to descend and walk the remaining distance? I'd be happy to look in each of these shop windows."

Micah had overheard me and as Philip assented, he pulled his carriage to the pavement.

"I'll just move slowly forward so that you gentlemen remain in my sight." he said. "This is not a part of town where trouble is unknown."

Philip and I left the carriage and began our walk. Every shop seemed to be bursting with such a disparate variety of goods that the profusion was hard to absorb in one glance.

After a few minutes, Philip was a store or so ahead of me and I was gazing, rapt, at a store window that contained a used artificial leg, a dusty cage containing an equally dusty stuffed parrot and a variety of rusty ice skates.

I had just turned to continue when a pair of powerful hands seized me and dragged me into the open alleyway that ran beside the store.

In the dim light I was turned around and roughly pushed with my back tight to the brick wall while a large meaty hand held me in place by my neck.

The man holding me was a rough looking sort with several days' growth of ragged beard on his cheeks and a squint to one eye. He was dressed in a yellow checked suit, none too clean, smelling of sweat and liquor and when he opened his mouth to speak me saw brown nubs of teeth and smelled the stench of his breath.

"Let's just see what the fancy man has for me." he said, his hands rifling through my pockets.

Suddenly, he froze and stood perfectly still. I looked up at him and noticed the gleam of steel against his exposed throat. Philip was standing behind him, a razor pressed against his artery.

"Let go of my friend or your soul will be in hell before your ass hits the ground." he hissed into the thug's ear.

The hand around my wind pipe released me and I sidled past him to stand beside Philip.

"Go to the carriage, now." he said and we both began to back out of the gloom.

The thief, seeing the two of us made a hasty decision to follow and accost us once more; at least until Philip's slim hand flew forward and the blade of his razor opened a red wound on the thug's cheek from his right eye down to the corner of his mouth. The man fell forward onto his knees bellowing and Philip grabbed me by the arm and propelled me back onto the sidewalk.

"Walk calmly to the carriage. Don't hurry or draw attention." he told me. "If I'm caught for cutting a white man I won't live till sunset."

"Give me the razor." I said. "If we are caught, I'll say I did the cutting. No one will take his word against mine."

Philip handed me his razor and I slipped it into my jacket pocket just as Micah arrived on foot.

"Don't tell me what happened." he said, looking over his shoulder at the gathering crowd. "Just get into my carriage. As far as I know, the two of you have never alighted since I picked you up."

We remounted to our seats and Micah urged the horse forward, up a side street and down another so that we were well out of sight of the incident.

"You gentlemen are a whole new kind of exciting." he said.

I was somewhat unnerved by the recent turn of events and I sat, catching my breath.

"It has only just occurred to me that for all of the physical training my grandfather insisted I undergo, he never gave me any instruction at all in self defense. If you hadn't been there, I would have been totally at his mercy." I told Philip.

"We can remedy that shortcoming with no trouble." he replied. "My friend that I have previously alluded to owns a boxing club and is an expert in self defense. I shall ask him first thing to refer us to a suitable facility to train you."

"Can't your friend do the training himself?" I asked.

Philip gave me a troubled look and then said, "He is a Negro. He runs a business for Negroes."

"So, he would not want me there?" I asked.

"It isn't that. Negroes and white people don't mix in those sorts of venues. It just isn't done."

"I see no reason why not." I replied. "I insist that you take me to your friend and introduce me and I will implore his aid myself. And I refuse to take no for an answer."

Philip looked at Micah who raised his eyebrows almost to his hairline and then looked back at me.

"I'll do as you request but you'll see, it just isn't done."

"It will be by me." I replied, self satisfied.

"If you gentlemen are finished scrapping, the shop you seek is right around the corner." Micah said.

"Actually, there is an entry right over there so that you can quickly go inside. I'll be right here after you complete your mission."

"Thank you, Micah." I replied. "It was my lucky day in all sorts of ways when I met you."

We descended from the carriage and made our way to the side door, then entered.

A cavernous space piled with every kind of article yawned to each side of us. With just a quick perusal in the dim light I identified a table stacked with pots and pans, another piled high with bolts of garish cloth, a dirty cooking stove and a used saddle. Before I could absorb more, a gentleman appeared in the gloom and towered over us. He appeared to be in his late fifties and had the same full beard and tiny cap that Mr. Steinberg wore. He was dressed in dark clothing and he wore a pocketed apron that bristled with various items.

"We are looking for a superior pair of used boots for my friend here." Philip said.

The man gave us an appraising look and then replied, "I am Mr. Levitz and this is my store. Boots can be found this way."

He led us through the gloom until he came to a table piled high with footwear. Reaching into the pile he thrust a pair of bright yellow shiny boots in our direction.

"I'm sure that these will serve." he said.

"My friend is a gentleman, not some brothel creeper." Philip said. "Those will not serve. We were sent here with this note by Mr. Steinberg and he told us to tell you that you are to show us your special stock."

Philip handed the note to Mr. Levitz who, after reading it, crumpled it up and said, "I've known that old skinflint since he was a baby. Now he tells me how to run my business. I'll have words to say when next we meet."

He looked us up and down once more and asked, "What can you afford?"

Philip replied. "The gentleman can afford anything that you have in your shop. Show him your document." he instructed me.

"This is a cash only business...." Mr. Levitz began to say as he read the letter. Then he looked up at us. "You come from The Major?" he asked.

"Yes, do you know him?" I inquired.

"Everyone in town knows of him." Mr. Levitz replied.

"He is an old family friend of the gentleman." Philip said. "He is his godfather and confidante and he handles all of my friend's affairs personally. My friend is new in town and Mr. Steinberg assured us that you carried a superior line of merchandise. If that is not so, we can go elsewhere."

"No, no, no need to go anywhere else." Mr. Levitz said. "I didn't realize that you gentlemen were friends with so highly placed an individual. I'll be more than happy to show you my special stock."

He turned around and bellowed, "IRVING!" and a thin young man materialized at his side.

"This is my son." he introduced us. Turning to the son he said, "I'm taking these gentlemen to our special stock. You will mind the store while I'm busy."

He led us through the store room to a doorway partially concealed by a curtain in the back. He unlocked the door and then stepped aside so that we could enter. Following us in he stopped and turned up the gaslight by the door and then went around the room turning up others.

This storeroom was a totally different place. Cabinets around the walls held neatly stacked merchandise and suits and coats that hung from metal bars on hangers. A low table along the wall held several pairs of boots that were new in appearance and displayed to best advantage.

Philip crossed to them and after surveying the lot; he selected a pair and examined them. He came back to where I stood and indicated a chair nearby.

"These look as if they may fit." he said. "Seat yourself and try them on."

I did as he instructed and they were a perfect fit. I looked down at my feet shod in the fine black boots, better than I had ever possessed and asked, "How much are these?"

"Why don't you gentlemen look around?" the canny merchant said. "There may be other items that you fancy and we can agree on a total after you decide what else you may want."

Philip walked back to the table full of boots and picked up another pair, brown this time. He brought them to me and said, "Try these."

Once again, they fit perfectly.

Mr. Levitz removed some items from a tabletop and said, "Please, just pile your items of interest here. Look around to your heart's content."

I moved over to one of the cabinets along the wall and saw that it contained men's suits. I counted six that were made of fine woolens and I began to examine them. Mr. Steinberg, by way of signing his work, embroidered a small "S" on the interior lining of each of his jackets over the heart. Each of the suits I examined bore his mark.

I gathered up all six suits and piled them on the table.

"I have a use for all of these." I told Philip.

He and I went to another cabinet and this one contained shirts. Philip drew one out and said, "This is a very fine silk."

"You are quite discerning." Mr. Levitz said.

Philip went through the remaining pile and drew out another eleven shirts, all of the finest silk.

"There are enough here for you and me and my uncle and Will to each have three of these." I said to Philip . "It isn't necessary, as you know, for you to purchase things for me." he said.

"Exactly. I was afraid before that you would think me patronizing if I bought you gifts. Now that I know you have no trouble affording your own, there is no reason for you to deny me the pleasure of giving you things. YOU know that I can well afford it."

Philip laughed and said, "For a ninny, you make a great deal of sense at times."

Philip and I continued shopping. I found a thick wool sweater with a deep shawl collar that I absolutely had to have, Philip a velvet jacket of deep burgundy that highlighted the red tones of his skin and made him even more handsome. In another cabinet, there were shirts of fine cotton lawn and we managed to find a total of twelve, once again to be divided between the four of us. I found a suit made of softly woven lamb's wool in a deep green tone and I asked Philip, "Do you think Will would like this?"

"I think that with Will's pale skin and red hair, he will look as handsome as a god in that color."

I added the suit to our growing pile.

"I see that you gentleman know quality goods and that you also have a taste for the more uncommon." Mr. Levitz said. "Allow me to show you more items."

He went to the back of the store room and drew aside another hanging and unlocked the door behind it.

"These are my very best items." he said, waving us in. "Even Steinberg doesn't know about this part of my store."

He turned up the gaslights to reveal a veritable Aladdin's cave of treasures.

Immediately my eye was arrested by a bronze table top statue of a dancing faun that I knew my uncle would love. I snatched it up and placed it by the door. On another table stood a glistening glass ewer surrounded by 6 stemmed glasses, all of them as light as air and glowing like opals.

"Venetian glass. Very old and very fine." Mr. Levitz said when he saw my interest.

"My uncle must have these, too." I replied.

I ventured further into the room where Philip had opened a large wardrobe and I saw exotic colors and gold threads glowing in the lamplight. He drew out a robe made of softly shining silk that was covered by the finest needlework, depicting dragons that twisted over the surface.

"Ah, a fine Japanese kimono." Mr. Levitz said. "I purchased the estate of a retired ship captain who had many wonderful and exotic things."

We examined the robe and Philip held it up against himself.