His arms were drawn above him, his wrists held by Edwin, who was sitting, cross-legged at the head of the bed and watching–ever watching–the cocking. And he was holding back. Gay sex . Shortly after Edwin entered the room and took up his usual station, Reginald changed the position, pressing on Clarence’s chest until the young pianist raised his legs to run up Reginald’s chest on either side. He was still stroking Edwin’s cock, nowhere close yet to bringing the young man to climax.It had been an OK fuck, but nothing like Lord Reginald could do.”Ah, I’m afraid I told him you were ill. There would be no stopping.”And the condom. .””Would you like to go riding with me in Morton’s Forest next Friday, Percy?””Yes, of course. that I wish it was me you were fucking.””I know that, Edwin. He was standing face in, though, and sighing as he watched his lord deftly open the petals to the young Percy’s honey trap.Reginald was encasing Percy’s back in one arm while he whispered the poetry to Percy, who was studying poetry with rapture at Oxford but who had never heard poems as enrapturing as these.
