Hugh Hargrave went to his tutor, George's, bedroom door to check on him. The young man had been drinking throughout the evening, taking advantage of the absence of Hugh's parents for the weekend, and Hugh thought he heard voices from George's room. Had George brought someone else to his room? If so, Hugh was piqued and frustrated. He'd tried his best to get the handsome tutor to bed him, and George had said the nineteen-year-old Hugh was entirely too young, which Hugh knew was completely false. George was barely four years older than Hugh was himself, and it was almost a disgrace for a nineteen-year-old boy to still be a virgin in 1870. English people of the Hargrave's class were just too stuffy, Hugh thought—at least on the surface. He knew that below that surface they were quite bawdy and promiscuous.
Besides, George gave as a fallback position, Hugh's father, Howard Hargrave, Lord Chesterville, would sack George on the spot if he were caught with Hugh that way.
The other voice Hugh heard in George's room sounded like the stable boy, Holst, who was a year younger than Hugh, eighteen, so Hugh was frustrated that Holst might be in there with George, and he wasn't. If asked, George would say that Holst was just a peasant stable boy and that made all the difference. But it didn't make a difference to Hugh, who wanted to get on with it—and wanted that getting on to be with men. He'd already decided that.
Not needing a vocation, Lord Chesterville's avocation was as a violinist in the London Philharmonic Society, which then, in 1870, was in hiatus as its future home, the Royal Albert Hall, was not yet finished. His wife, Lady Amantha, played the piccolo in the orchestra. As they waited for the symphony to reconvene, the Hargraves had been touring Europe to take in the music scene elsewhere. Richard Strauss, the second, was preparing a royal performance of his recently composed
Tails from the Vienna Woods
for Austria-Hungarian emperor Francis Joseph I, to be performed by the Vienna Philharmonic Symphony in Vienna that summer, and Lord Chesterville and his wife had secured chairs in the orchestra. Going the whole distance, they had rented a villa in Weinerwald, at the edge of the Vienna Woods, to be "in the mood." The villa was some distance from Vienna, though, so they spent many of the rehearsal nights leading up to the performance in Vienna.
The Hargraves had brought the youngest of their sons, Hugh, with them, saying that he was of "that age" for them to be worrying about leaving him to his own devices. They, of course, didn't know the half of that. Other than that, the parents were rather indifferent to the son. He was not the heir, just the spare, so he always had been treated a bit as an afterthought and had been turned over to his music tutor, George, without a thought to the lifestyle interests of the young, handsome man they had engaged in Paris before coming to Vienna. The heir, Halsey, was safely tucked away at Oxford in England. Little did they know, however, that what Hugh knew of what Halsey was up to at Oxford only fed his own desire to "get on with it."
Coming to the doorway of George's room, Hugh was not surprised—or shocked—by what he saw, and he remained, watching it to its climax, wishing that he were Holst.
Both of them, George and Holst, were naked. The small, solidly built, peasant-stock Holst was lying on his stomach on the bed, with George, weaving a bit, clearly into his cups, sitting beside him. George was leaning over the stable boy and had just kissed him on the upper back, between the shoulder blades, and was rising into a sitting position as Hugh came to the door. Holst's left arm was wrapped around George's waist, the arm draped over George's left thigh, and Holst's hand was encasing George's erection and slow stroking it. George was stroking and squeezing the stable boy's plump buttocks with his right hand. The boy moaned as George's fingers slid into the crease of the orbs and pressed inside.
Holst groaned and raised up a bit on his knees, lifting his buttocks into George's searching hand. George's finger sank in deeper.
George kissed down the youth's body. Holst moaned as George raised his right leg, placing the youth's ankle on his shoulder, and George's mouth covered the young man's cock. The finger in the youth's channel became two, moving in and out.
"
Ja, ja
," Holst murmured and arched his back, his hands going to the back of George's head as the man's mouth on the cock was changed to a hand and George moved lower, his tongue pushing into the crease of the stable boy's buttocks. "
Ja, ja, ja
," the young man whimpered as George tongued his hole, alternating with nipping at and licking the stable boy's plump cheeks.
"
Frick mich. Frick mich
—Fuck me, fuck me," Hugh heard the stable boy beg.
As Hugh, panting and fingering himself, watched, George twisted around, went up on the bed on his knees, mounted the youth's buttocks, holding his cock in his hand until he had gained purchase of the bulb in the hole, and then hovered over Holst's prone body, which Holst held with his buttocks raised to the cock. George planted his knees on either side of the stable boy's thighs and his hands in the mattress on either side of Holst's shoulders. Hovering there, his cock penetrated the passage.
Holst panted and gave a little cry of, "
Ja, so. Gib es mir. Fich mich
!—Yes, give it to me. Fuck me!" As Hugh watched, aching that it would be him rather than Holst, George worked his cock in deep, as the youth writhed under him and used the leverage of his knees to set his pelvis in motion, rising and falling on the young Austrian's ass. The length of George's cock appeared and disappeared as the young man under him started a countermotion of his own of raising his buttocks on the downstroke and lowering them as two-thirds of the hard cock surfaced from the crease. Holst's right hand was tucked under his belly, grasping his own cock, held slightly above the surface of the mattress, and was stroking it and dragging it across the coverlet. He too was hard.
All three who were fully engaged in this copulation—Hugh was engaged as well—were panting.
At the moment both of the figures jerked and shuddered, and came, Hugh gave a little cry himself as a wet spot appeared and spread on the front of his sleeping trousers, and he turned and returned to his own room, frustrated and mumbling to himself, "I don't know why . . . I'm nineteen now, older than Holst." It wasn't like he wasn't ready for it. He had toughened up. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and rummage in the back of the drawer. He pulled out the dildo he had acquired from Halsey, oiled it up, inserted it, and slowly worked himself. It was as long and as thick as George's cock. It wasn't that he couldn't take a shaft. It was that he hadn't taken a real man's shaft. He knew he could take George's cock, if the man would put it in him.
* * * *
Hugh returned to George's room in the morning, aching for it and determined to bring this to a head. His parents didn't care. They didn't pay any attention to him. Whatever affection he got was from George. George fucked eighteen-year-old boys. Hugh had watched him do it. Hugh was nineteen. George hadn't made any effort to steer Hugh away from interest in men—they'd touched, even touched intimately. They'd kissed. George just was afraid to go further because he thought it threatened his job. Hugh's parents probably didn't even care. George could damn well initiate Hugh and the two of them could have the romantic relationship Hugh craved. If George refused to do it, Hugh would threaten to tell his parents he tried to do it anyway, and then they'd see if it mattered to them. Hugh would tell them he wouldn't give them any trouble if they'd just give him George.
But when Hugh got to the room, he saw that George was hopelessly in a deep, snoring sleep. Worse, Holst was still in bed with him, the two stretched out against each other, naked, their arms and legs entwined.
In frustration, Hugh backed away from George's door. He went back to his own room and dressed for a hike. They lived on the edge of the fabled Vienna Woods, and he still had not explored it. He grabbed a roll with cheese it in as he passed the kitchen, mumbling to the cook that he was going to study the vegetation in the forest as his assignment that day and left the villa.
