Cushing Tailors

At a London gentlemen’s club in April 1912, Lord Burleigh (Thomas) and Lord Haverford (William) had just finished lunching and catching up. Both were handsome men, fashionably dressed, with stylish mustaches and were each 28 years old. Their friendship began when they were up at Oxford together and continued on in London. They had each married suitable women of society a few years earlier and had each produced sons and heirs. They didn’t see each other so frequently as William’s father died two years ago and so he was busy running the family estate in Shropshire. He’d come down to town for a morning meeting with his solicitor.

“I say, when is your train?” said Thomas.

“Not till half past five” said William.

“Then there’s time for a spot of fun!” said Thomas.

“I was hoping you were so inclined! Let’s be off then!” said William.

They walked several blocks to Cushing Tailors on Oxford Street, which was a small but respectable establishment. The bell atop the door rang when they entered. The front room contained shelves of fabrics, ladders, a mirror and a counter.

“Ah! Good afternoon Lord Burleigh. Lord Haverford, we haven’t had the pleasure of your patronage in a while” said Mr. Cushing, a distinguished gray-haired man of 40 wearing a black suit, white shirt and a black tie.

“Rather busy of late” said William.

“Well, I have something that’s just came in that I’m sure will strike both of your fancy.”

“Jolly good!” said Thomas.

“Right this way your lordships” said Mr. Cushing as he led them down a hallway and opened a black curtain to a small room with two red velvet chairs, a red velvet sofa with a large towel on it, and a small table with a crystal decanter of brandy.

“This is my new apprentice, Stephen. He’ll be providing you with satisfaction” said Mr. Cushing. He indicated an angelic short slim 18-year-old young man with curly blonde hair, fair skin and rosy cheeks, who was wearing snug gray trousers showcasing the fine outline of his protruding bottom and a white shirt. “He arrived from Yorkshire only yesterday with impeccable references and superior skills I can attest to.”

“Splendid” said Thomas, handing Mr. Cushing a five pound note. “Very good, sir” said Mr. Cushing as he left.

Thomas and William took off their jackets which Stephen expertly hung up. They removed their shirts which Stephen also hung up. He took off their boots and put them away. He undid their trousers which he carefully hung on hangers and then placed on the rack with the rest of their garments.

Their excellent hairy physiques were now on view as Thomas and William were just in their long black stockings and their baggy white knickers which were each bulging with their obviously large stiff pricks and meaty balls. They each sat in one of the red velvet chairs.

“Lord Haverford is my guest and he shall now have the pleasure of your attention” said Tom. “Very good, sir.”

Stephen moved to William, knelt between his legs and slid his knickers down. William’s impressive pungent manhood surrounded by a forest of dark hair sprang up. Stephen began wanking it while fondling his balls. Soon, he pulled back the foreskin and took it in his mouth. Though quite young, his oral talents were exceptional. “Exquisite!” bellowed William as Stephen’s curly blonde head bobbed up and down while pleasuring him. “Lord Burleigh could use a go” said William who was getting close, to Stephen. “As you wish, sir.” He rose, moved to Thomas and knelt between his legs.

Stephen’s shocked murmur was audible as he pulled down Thomas’ knickers. The girth and length of Thomas’ endowment was remarkable. It was by far the most enormous prick Stephen had ever seen, larger even then Mr. Cushing’s. His hand barely got around it as he wanked it and fondled the balls that resembled those of a bull’s on his family’s farm. Taken aback by this magnitude but knowing his place and his duty he soldiered on. After peeling back the foreskin, Stephen opened his mouth very wide and licked around and under the angry purple head with his pink tongue. Soon, his throat accommodated this massive shaft, slathering it with his lips, tongue and saliva as it became lodged firmly down his gullet.

“After the birth of our second son three months ago, Caroline made it quite clear that our marital relations are to be rather limited” said Thomas to William. “She was horrified at the sight of my appendage on our wedding night. She was aware of the facts of life, but the dear girl couldn’t fathom the variations of such things. Well, she’s done her duty with great difficulty, and so now for me it’s to be shagging bum boys. They’re born with these predilections and are so ardently accommodating. Absolutely extraordinary!” he remarked, observing Stephen’s continued diligent service to his swollen prick. “I mean, one can’t expect a well-bred lady to have the capabilities to perform these sorts of tasks.”

“Quite right. Shall we move on?” said William.

“Yes, I believe so. Boy, prepare yourself for Lord Haverford” said Thomas.

Stephen ceased sucking Thomas’ prick. “My pleasure, sir.” He stood up and walked to near the sofa. He removed his shoes, trousers and shirt, then took of his knickers, revealing his modest erection. He got on the couch, positioning himself on his hands and knees, arse up. With its pale unblemished globular cheeks and inviting tiny clean hole, it was one of his finest attributes. Stephen bit down on a riding crop.

William regally strode over to the sofa, spat copiously into his hand and rubbed his raging prick. He spat on Stephen’s tender crack. He then slowly but steadily mounted Stephen. Though biting down on the riding crop helped muffle his anguished sobbing, his yelping was still discernable. Once William had gained entry, he proceeded to fuck with fervor. Stephen settled down and the pain was replaced with delight. Soon, the sweated up William’s prick shot dollops of spunk up in Stephen. He pulled out and collapsed into a chair.

Thomas now was near to Stephen’s prize arse. He spat several times into his hand and rubbed his formidable prick. Having been already stretched by William and coated with William’s seed, Stephen’s hole was ready to receive Thomas. Yes, getting in took some doing but it was not as painful as Stephen was expecting. Thomas fucked him masterfully. Thomas was overcome with ecstasy at feeling Stephen’s sphincter clamped around his prodigious prick. Stephen met Thomas’ powerful thrusts with delight as he felt himself shooting his spunk on the towel after having been properly fucked by such an attractive hung man. Thomas let out a yell as he reached a thunderous climax inside of Stephen.

“Bloody hell! There’s nothing greater than going the whole hog” said Thomas. Thoroughly spent, the two lords sat nude in chairs sipping brandy and smoking cigars. “You can always count on old Cushing to get the best. Never had a bit of trouble here. Thank heaven for the lower classes.”

Stephen, now dressed, had returned with a basin of soapy warm water and was meticulously cleansing the lords’ pricks and balls with white cotton cloths.

“Caroline and I should like that very much. A weekend country visit next month would be smashing!” said Thomas to William “Splendid! Looking forward to hosting you all” said William. “My regards to Penelope” said Thomas.

Stephen gingerly dressed the refreshed lords. As they were leaving, Thomas handed Stephen a one pound note. “Your excellent services have been most appreciated, and I look forward to partaking of them again.”

“Thank you, sir. As you wish.”