The Wings of a Butterfly

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Julian couldn’t go limp anymore. His constant erection rubbed against his undergarment, barely hidden by the snug breeches. He had thought about relieving himself, but Frederick didn’t leave him alone long enough anymore. The young man loved to be at his side. He stole kisses constantly.

At dinnertime, Wentworth and Percy arrived. Frederick had dressed up for the occasion, and he had helped Julian with his wig. They all looked flawlessly and distinct, although Julian tried to hide his aroused state behind modestly folded hands. Luckily, the mere sight of Wentworth’s disapproval expression was enough to cool him off.

“Frederick,” Julian hear the man whisper harshly, “why is that man still here?”

“Ah, Wentworth... I feel you have not truly met my new friend. I pray we can start anew. Wentworth, Percy, this is Julian Lewis. He is my guest for as long as he feels. Julian, please meet Wentworth Beaumont, and his permanent companion Percy Lockheed. They are my friends ever since nursery school.”

Julian bowed politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said. As Frederick led them to the dining room, they continued talking.

Wentworth snorted. “Still that odd speech, I hear. Welsh? I believe you have not been truthful.”

“I never said I was Welsh. You suggested it.” Julian looked down on the smaller, fatter man, and decided he couldn’t be bothered if the man liked him or not. “I’m here for Frederick,” he said. “Not for you. And if I make you nervous, Wentworth; I know about your and Percy. I know you are lovers. I don’t care. I love Frederick in the same way.”

Both Wentworth and Percy had turned pale. “What do you know about me and Percy?” Wentworth demanded with a high-pitched tone of voice.

“Oh, I know you are sodomites,” Julian said calmly. “Don’t worry... I won’t betray you. Damn, man, you simply don’t listen, do you?” He sighed, and shook his head. “The moment I saw Frederick, I knew I wanted to be with him. I have left everything I own to meet him. Well, except for my money, of course,” he added quietly, more to himself. “But anyway, I love him more than life itself. I know you are worried about him, but you have nothing to fear. I won’t harm him. Alright?”

Percy grinned from ear to ear, and pulled Frederick aside to whisper something. Wentworth bowed his head a little. “I barely understand what you are saying,” he said, far quieter than before, “but I do apologise. I must admit I am worried about my friend’s well-being.”

“Wentworth, look at Frederick!” Percy interfered. “Look at his healthy complexion, and at how his eyes shine with happiness. I feel that Julian is a very precious, strong man. I am confident he will be a special friend to Frederick. We could not have wished for more.”

“Yes.” Even Wentworth had to admit his friend looked marvellous that day. “I still do not know you, Mr. Lewis. I feel you are hiding some things from us. I am willing to refrain from queries, though, for you obviously please my friend Frederick.”

Julian bowed politely, biting back his grin. Oh, he pleased the blonde alright... As they sat around the table, and the first course was served, he felt the slender hand high on his leg, squeezing him. Frederick wanted to sin some more...
Julian pushed the man’s hand against his erection through his pants, and let him go to start eating.

Wentworth looked at them with disapproval, but he didn’t comment, especially since Percy touched him as well, and rather obviously.

Julian winked at him, indicating he knew and didn’t care. He would never betray anyone. He hoped the others wouldn’t betray him either.

*

As the others spoke, Julian understood how different 18th century English was from his own, modern tongue. It sounded so polite, so distant, even though these three were obviously friends for a very long time. He kept at the background, listening and observing the others. Frederick told them about the tailor he had invited. Of course, Wentworth frowned at that.

“You must be a wealthy man, Mr. Lewis. Are you honest, or a thief?”

“Don't start,” Julian sighed. “It's old money. I inherited it. I'm no thief, Wentworth, nor a murderer. I promise you my intentions are honest and pure.”

The man sighed, and sipped his wine. He carefully put the glass down. “I would like to believe you, Mr. Lewis, I honestly would.”

“Excellent roast, Frederick,” Percy changed subjects. He was tired of his lover's aversion to their new friend.

“Thank you, my dearest. I must admit I wanted to impress Julian a little. Oh, Percy, I have to tell you! Julian created this most delightful paste to clean teeth with. It is absolutely wonderful. After pudding, we will all try it.”

“Clean your teeth with paste?” Wentworth said with barely concealed disgust. “Why would anyone do such a thing?”

“It gives you a nice taste, a good smell, and it keeps your teeth from rotting,” Julian said.

“And it makes kissing ever so delightful,” Frederick added to the list with a soft, pleased sigh.

“Oh! You kissed?” Percy slapped his hands together, looking at Julian with renewed interest.

“Yes. Julian is an excellent and skilful kisser, Percy...”

Julian tried to stifle his smile, and shook his head. “Shouldn't you be more discrete, darling? I believe it's a secret?”

“It is a secret,” Frederick agreed. “Yet we are amongst friends now. I meant to ask you, Wentworth, Percy; what is it you do together in bed?”

Percy blushed deeply, and Wentworth coughed as his wine went the wrong way. “Frederick!” Wentworth protested hoarsely. “I am very certain we should refrain from this subject. We will not enlighten you. Mr. Lewis, I mean Julian, will be very capable in showing you the act of love between men. I will not discuss this in any means.”

Frederick pouted, but it was clear Wentworth meant it. They wouldn't talk about it at the dinner table. Percy helped by talking about the upcoming visit of the tailor again.
Under the table, Julian slid his hand along Frederick's thigh, and the blonde touched his hand. They didn't mention the kiss anymore, and after dinner, Frederick didn't offer the toothpaste either. Ignoring every awkward subject, the evening passed by peacefully. In the end, they parted as friends.

“Well, Julian, I must say I rather enjoyed our conversation,” Wentworth said at the door. “I still have my questions about you, but I do feel more confident about your intentions. I bid you good night, my friend.”

Julian answered the polite bow, and as Percy said goodbye as well, he leaned in to kiss his fingers. The young man giggled behind a dainty hand, and waved goodbye.

Frederick closed the door himself. “Shall we have a little drink before sleeping?” he suggested. He led the way to the drawing-room, where he unlocked the drinks cabinet to pour two glasses of port.

Julian pulled off his heavy coat, and loosened the solitaire around his stock -he had only recently learned the proper names of the high collar and black tie. He also pulled off his wig.

Frederick watched him, highly amused. “I am glad you did not do all that when Wentworth was here,” he commented. “He thinks highly of good manners.”

“Is this bad manner? We're at home. I'm with you. I want to be comfortable.” Julian kicked off his shoes, and finally stretched contently in the sofa.

“It is considered very improperly, indeed.” Still, Frederick did the same, and he leaned against Julian to drink. Julian wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and kissed his natural hair. “I cannot believe they did not want to tell me about their act of love-making,” Frederick sighed. “What will I do now? I have to know...”

“I can show you,” Julian suggested generously. “I'd be very happy to show you everything. Are your servants in bed already?”

Lazily, Frederick turned his head to the clock. “No, they will be awake. Do you need anything?”

“No... I merely wanted to make sure I could touch you. I'll wait.”

“Touch me?” The blonde looked up at him, with his innocent, blue eyes. “Where?”

Julian smiled. He leaned in to kiss him softly. “In your breeches,” he whispered. “And at your... I believe you called it your fundaments...?”

“Oh... I understand, Julian. Yes, best to wait until later. I would not like to be caught...”

“In the act of sodomy,” Julian finished the sentence quietly. “Darling, let's finish this drink in my bed. My balls are falling off. That's figurative speech,” he added as Frederick looked down on him. “I mean my testicles are cramped because you arouse me so much. Coming?”

“By all means...”

They took their clothes, shoes and wigs with them. At the last moment, Frederick took the bottle of port with him as well. They went up to Julian's room, locked the door, and closed the curtains. Only then, they relaxed.

“Ah...” Julian was glad to undress his upper body, and pull off his silk stockings. “So much better to be naked...”

At first, Frederick didn't undress. He put the wigs and clothes away neatly, and sat in a chair to look at Julian's naked torso. “How can you be so tanned, Julian?” he asked. “And as muscular as that? You are a nobleman, and yet you exercise in the open air?”

“As often as I can,” Julian nodded. He flexed his muscles, and showed his broad back and shoulders. “You already know I'm not your average nobleman.” As he bent to open the buckles at his knees, he heard the soft, pleased sigh. It made him smile. Slowly, he opened his breeches, turned with his back to the blonde. And even slower, he dropped them, together with his undergarment.

“Julian,” Frederick said with a tremble. “I have never seen another man naked, before...”

Julian looked over his shoulder. “So? Do you like what you see?” He saw the blonde shifting in the seat, and smiled pleased. Keeping his hands in front of him, to hide his erection for the moment, he turned to face him. “Maybe you should pull off some more clothes as well...”

Frederick's fingers trembled as he opened his blouse, and pulled it off his shoulders. In contrast of Julian's dark, hairy body, he was perfectly smooth and pale. He hesitated as he opened his breeches, but eventually, he lifted his butt and undressed completely. He sat down, slowly and shakily spreading out in the chair, exposing himself.

Julian felt he could come right at the spot. “Oh, man,” he sighed. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Frederick...” He pulled his hands away, showing himself. He was fully erect, with heavy, hairy balls, and dark pubic hair. To modern standards, he would be too hairy. But as he looked at the other's reaction, he knew the blonde didn't feel that way. “Do you like it?”

Frederick could only nod, his mouth opened a bit. He stared at the exposed body, and especially the private parts. Finally, he licked his lips, and stood up. He reached out to touch him, feeling the soft body hair.

Patiently, Julian allowed Frederick to explore him. He could see the man's cock growing by the second, until it stood firmly upright. It made him smile relieved. “How about a long, deep kiss while we lay in bed?” he said quietly.

They lay down, on the cool sheets. Julian lay on his back, so Frederick could continue his exploration. Propped up on an elbow, the blond let a hand slide slowly over his chest and belly, following the thinner stripe of hair down to his crotch. He lightly touched the erection, and breathed out with a soft moan.

“Take it in your hand,” Julian whispered. “Gently, as if it can break. Yes... Mm. Now move your hand like this, darling.” He took Frederick's hand in his own, and moved it up and down until the other got the idea. He reached out to the other's arousal to do the same, pulling him against him with his other arm.

Soon enough, they kissed heatedly as they stroked each other with ever increasing speed. Julian breathed heavily already, pushing his tongue deeply in Frederick's mouth. He had been on the edge far too long to keep this up, but he tried his hardest.

“Is this what you meant?” Frederick asked, gasping for air.

“There's more,” Julian managed to answer. “So much more... Ah... Don't stop, baby! Don't stop... now!” He shook and clenched his teeth as he came in Frederick's hand, spurting his long-kept release against the man's front and thighs. He cramped up, no longer able to stroke the other until his balls were drained and less sore. “Gods, yes,” he breathed out contentedly. “I needed that.”

Still playing with the now softened cock, Frederick pushed his hips forward. “Was that as good as I felt this afternoon?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” Julian assured him. “Delicious... Mm...” When he gained his breath, he noticed how the blonde practically forced himself up on him. “Would you like to feel the same now?”

“Yes, please,” Frederick answered with a nod.

“Alright... Let me show you a nice little trick.” He crept down, and licked the eagerly trembling cock with a few slow, wet laps. Slowly, he sucked it deep in his mouth, and even in his throat. Frederick uttered a soft, delighted cry, and grabbed his hair between demanding fingers. Julian sucked him slowly, gently massaging the smooth testicles, ans he slid his other hand between the man's cheeks to find his hidden entrance. His fundaments, he thought amused. Frederick would understand the true meaning of sodomy. He quickly licked at a finger, and eased it inside.

“Julian! Oh!”

Letting the cock plop out of his mouth, Julian looked up, his finger firmly lodged inside. As he wiggled it, Frederick arched off the mattress with another cry. “This,” Julian said earnestly, “is what they call sodomy. Inserting something in your rectum. How does it feel?”

“Strange!” Frederick cried out.

“Strange, hm?” Julian drew back completely, and stepped out of bed. He returned with a small glass jar, containing a scented cream. He had no idea what it was used for, but it would be very useful now.

Frederick was lying on his back, trembling in anticipation. He held his hands against his chest as if he was afraid, but kept his knees up and spread. He was curious to feel more.

“Now,” Julian smiled at him, kneeling between the shaky legs. “Let’s see if we can make it a bit better for you, hm? Just stop me if you feel uncomfortable.” He took a bit of cream on his middle finger, and rubbed it gently against the virgin ring of muscle. He slid in much easier this time. As Frederick closed his eyes, he slowly fingered him, taking more cream occasionally, until the man relaxed and uttered a soft, pleased moan. “Better?”

“I get that funny feeling again,” Frederick murmured. He slightly squirmed his hips, and rolled his head at a side. He bit his lower lip. “Mmh...”

Julian took more cream, on two fingers this time. First he pushed in one finger, but as he drew back, it got company of his index finger. He forced them both through the muscle. The rectum cramped around the digits with its strong rings of muscle at the base and deeper inside, but the man moaned again. He took the cock back in his mouth, stroked the shaft with his free hand, and fingered a bit firmer.

“Ah, Julian, my sweet!” Frederick's hand dug into the sheets as he lifted his butt a bit. “Oh!”

It was tempting to crawl up and fuck him. For now though, Julian was happy to show the man how good it was to be filled and sucked, before he would spread him with his cock. Frederick loved it. He expressed his joy with shameless groans and soft cries, driving his cock deep in Julian’s throat. When the fingers touched his prostate -he probably never knew it existed- he cried out Julian’s name, and climaxed.
Julian swallowed every drop with taste and pleasure, rubbing his fingertips against the gland to drain him completely. As there was nothing left, he straightened up and slowly retracted his fingers. He wiped them on a cloth. “Imagine how that would feel, little hot angel, when my hard cock slides inside. Hm?”

Frederick breathed shallowly and fast, blushing in his aftermath. He opened his eyes to look at the mentioned cock, and groaned. “I am certain it will feel amazingly pleasant,” he croaked.

“Oh, yes... It will,” Julian nodded. As he lay down, the blonde crawled against him, demanding a kiss.

A Julian sucked the possessive tongue, he once again felt he had done the right thing. For once, he had invested in something useful, and it made him very happy, so far. He wondered what else he could teach this beauty. He had introduced him to toothpaste... He could undoubtedly show him some more.

Too bad he didn’t bring his cellphone. It would drastically change the future, that’s for sure.

The future...

What would the others be doing now?