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Memoirs of Armand Basteraud: 3 - A Night at the Inn
   By Romany
   (Historical, M/b, oral, anal)
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   Armand and Jean-Claude settle down to...rest?
   Armand couldn't help compare Charmaine's oral efforts with Jean-Claude's
oral ministrations in the coach that day.  Jean-Claude had been more
animated in his efforts.  Clearly the boy had a sense of enjoyment for this
task that Charmaine did not.  To the girl this was a service; an obligation
to perform, no doubt for reward.  Therein lay the difference.  Armand was
sure Charmaine prostituted herself which is why she was so easy to seduce.
Jean-Claude's efforts were for reward of pleasure and enjoyment at serving
the cock.  The boy was also the more submissive of the two.  Not
surprisingly given he had been trained for over four years.  Charmaine had
learned everything for herself and he imposed himself physically on her in
a way that was not necessary with Jean-Claude.  But they were both
excellent at sucking cock.  It now remained to be seen how good a fuck
young Jean-Claude was in comparison to the willful Charmaine.  After he had
fucked the girl and realized she had never been fucked properly before,
Armand withheld any offer of money which he had been quite prepared to give
her.  `She damned well enjoyed the best fuck ever, that I will wager,' he
had rightfully thought.  He had simply tucked his cock back in his britches
and motioned for her to complete the making of the bed.  The girl was still
too flustered to be disappointed at his impending flight from the room and
she instinctively sensed he was right in leaving lest her father should
appear.  Without a word, both quickly behaved as the fuck had not happened
as she stumbled to the cot to arrange the bedding and he left her to it. 
So much for insisting he supervise the bed making!  He had made the maid
instead.
   When supper had been finished, Armand had requested a bath be drawn for
the boy.  The innkeeper smiled but he was annoyed the request had not been
made earlier.  He called Charmaine and instructed her to set the fire
roaring and heat water for the young gentleman's bath.  Jean-Claude looked
somewhat amused that he was to bathe before bed.  Bath time was once a week
at the orphanage.  Unless of course a secret excursion was planned and then
he had to strip and carefully wash himself with scented soap and warm
water, rather than a full bath.  It dawned on him why Armand was insisting
he bathe.  He smiled to himself realizing this was in preparation for a
night in Armand's bed.  He felt warm and happy.  He would be well fucked
tonight; just like the enjoyable nights being covered by his dear Father
Lucious.  When the water was ready, Jean-Claude was led by Charmaine to a
small room with a bare stone floor at the rear of the inn.  This was the
bath room, dominated by a wooden tub set on low trestles.  In one corner
was a small bench and Charmaine told Jean-Claude to place his clothes on
the bench neatly and she would come for them once he was immersed in the
water, and sponge and clean the velvet suit and launder his shirt so it
would be dry by morning; hanging it in a loft warmed by the heat from the
inn chimney's to dry.  The two tested the water and Charmaine added a
little cold water from a large ewer.  When Jean-Claude felt it was just
right he nodded and stood somewhat embarrassed, knowing he had to now
undress.
   `I'll let you get naked," Charmaine said with a teasing smile.
   Jean-Claude dropped his gaze feeling awkward about her mentioning him
getting naked.  He had been naked numerous times in ribald situations
leading to out and out debauchery.  But for some reason, being here in this
cold gloomy room with a woman was daunting to Jean-Claude.  Once she had
gone, he stripped his clothes off and placed them on the shelf and quickly
moved to the tub.  Climbing in and standing shin deep, he realized the
water was hotter than he had tested with his hand.  He leaned over the tub
and struggling with the weight of the ewer, eventually got it over the
water and poured a generous amount of cold in to lower the temperature.  At
the same time his body became accustomed to the hotter water and eventually
he was satisfied it was the right temperature to sit in.  He placed the now
lighter ewer back on the stone floor and then gingerly immersed his
buttocks until he could stand the temperature and finally sat down.  After
a few moments his body was used to the water temperature and he lay back
and nodded to himself that baths like this were not bad.  The baths he had
weekly at the orphanage were barely luke-warm water and often after other
orphans had used the water.  Jean-Claude relaxed and saw a misshapen lump
on a small shelf mounted on the bath edge.  He correctly reasoned this was
soap.  Home made by the looks of it.  A grey mass that was hard to the
touch but soon he had it lathering somewhat and he washed himself as he
knew he should.  It was during this washing that the door opened and he sat
up quickly and bent forward, believing it was the maid returning and she
would somehow see him naked.  But it was Armand and he had a white cloth in
his hand.
   "I brought you a nightshirt...so you can have some decency walking to
the room after you have bathed and dried yourself," he said with a smile.
   Jean-Claude relaxed and lay back in the bath.
   "You are enjoying it then?" Armand asked, tossing the nightshirt on top
of Jean-Claude's discarded clothes on the shelf in the corner.
   The boy grinned and nodded.  Armand stood peering down into the bath and
noted it could do with another two or three inches of water.  He could see
the wrinkled head of the boy's small cock just bobbing under the surface as
he lay back enjoying the warm water on his naked body.  The boy watched
Armand and his eyes slowly opened wide as the man's hand went down to his
small cock.  Armand slipped his fingers into the water and fondled the boy.
Jean-Claude gasped at the man's touch and felt excited.  Rarely had men
touched him.  Even in the most lewd and carnal situations, men took their
pleasure; using him and never providing any back.  He groaned quietly and
lifted his hips involuntarily as his small cock began to rapidly harden.
   "Ho, ho, ho," Armand chuckled quietly.  "The young master is
excited...just as the stallion is close to the mare," he grinned and slowly
set a rhythm of jacking the now hard cock of the bathing preteen boy.
   The masturbation was in full swing when a noise at the door caused
Armand to freeze and listen intently.
   "Who is it?" he called.
   "Charmaine sir...I'm here for the boy's clothes...to launder them for
him," came Charmaine's voice.
   Armand put a hand to his lips to ensure Jean-Claude remained silent and
walked to the shelf and gathered up the boy's clothes.  He took them to the
door and opened it, handing them to Charmaine who stood trying to make
herself alluring to the gentleman who had so vigorously fucked her earlier.
   "I have a room at the back, upstairs...a garret really.  Over the back
of the building," she whispered.  "If you want to visit," she added with a
knowing look.
   Armand returned her invitation with a knowing smile and handed her the
clothes.  Taking his look as an acknowledgment she would see him later, she
smiled warmly, took the clothes from him and left with a swish of her
skirts.  She was feeling excited at the prospect of another bout of sex
with this gentleman; and another opportunity to prise a few silver pieces
from his purse.
   "Brazen slut," Armand muttered as he closed the door.
   He paused momentarily, wondering if he could manage another bout of raw
fucking with the wench.  As he pondered this he heard a small splash of the
bathwater and his thoughts returned to the naked boy sitting in the bath.
   "Now...where were we," he grinned as he loomed up beside the bath once
more.  "Ah yes...some relief for the weary young master," he added with a
sly grin, as his fingers once more encased the still hard boys cock
sticking out of the bath water like a small lighthouse.  Jean-Claude sighed
and relaxed and gave in to the enjoyment of the man's fingers stroking him.
Slowly lifting his hips in rhythm to the nagging delight of the hand on his
cock.  His mouth half open and his eyes half closed, Jean-Claude luxuriated
in the warm water and the pleasure Armand's firm fingers were giving to
him. He did not last long and soon he was gasping and panting as his young
cock spewed several strong spurts of thin ejaculate skywards; to plop
noiselessly in the bath water which was rippled and disturbed by his
shaking and shuddering as he came.  He sighed and a goofy smile came over
his lips.  Armand fondled the still hard fleshy tube and moved his hand
under to cup the boy's ball sac.  A stray finger moved further under and
despite his warm relaxed feeling following his ejaculation, Jean-Claude
instinctively lifted his buttocks bringing a smile to Armand's lips as his
finger found the tight pucker under the boy.
   "You're well versed in offering yourself, aren't you sweet boy," Armand
chuckled.  "And I'll wager not many have sought to give you the joy of
release you've just had; but they selfishly expected pleasure from you," he
added wryly.
   Jean-Claude stared at the man with a self satisfied look on his face.
   "Father Lucious...sometimes he..." the boy began weakly; now feeling
quite fatigued.
   "Ah...the good Father Lucious.  Your protector...your mentor and tutor,"
Armand began a little whimsically.  "I am sure the good Father indulged you
from time to time," he concluded.
   Armand finished feeling between the boys groin and buttocks and removed
his hand from the tub and shook it dry.
   "Come my boy.  Time to get you to bed.  We have a long journey to
destination tomorrow," he said with a smile, and turned to retrieve the
towel Charmaine had left for Jean-Claude to dry himself.  `And an even
longer night I'll wager," Armand concluded with a sly leer as he held the
towel open in front of him.  "Come on boy...out you get."
   He eyed the boy's small cock as Jean Claude stood without embarrassment,
and stepped over the side of the tub.  The cock was still half hard and the
tip of the head poked out under the foreskin.  Armand was not a dandy.  He
did not covet boys or men for their cocks; rather they were appealing
insofar as they had a perfectly decent hole to slide his cock into.  Woman
had two.  It was purely fucking he had as the goal; whether man, boy, woman
or girl.  His predilection for younger pubescent children whetted by the
willing boys and girls encountered in North Africa some years earlier.  He
found the boys less self conscious and as such he tended towards boys
rather than girls.  The age was important as he felt more empowered to
control and get what he was seeking.  The shame of all men who covet
children; the act of seduction was as much about adult control as the sex
itself.  He would enjoy this young boy just as if he was a girl or woman.
He let Jean-Claude dry himself on the rough towel and handed the boy his
nightshirt.  The nightshirt pulled on and Jean-Claude was ready to follow
his protector upstairs.
   "Bring the candle boy," Armand said beckoning the boy to follow.
   He stood aside in the doorway and the boy drifted past.  As Armand
followed his young charge he saw the nightshirt catch in the crack of the
boys taught buttocks where he had failed to dry himself properly.  Armand
licked his lips slyly.  `I will enjoy myself this night' he thought lewdly.
`That I surely will.' And almost as an afterthought as the bathroom was
descending into blackness as Jean-Claude walked away with the candle, he
saw the lump of soap and quickly went and retrieved it.  Working his
fingers lightly over the shapeless mass he noted how slimy the surface was.
A small smile came to his lips and he tested the slimy residue between
forefinger and thumb.
   "This will do as a start," he muttered to himself, and left the darkened
room and quickly followed in the direction of the flickering candle carried
by Jean-Claude.
   There was little preparation; or foreplay as it is known.  Upon reaching
their room, Jean-Claude placed the candle on a small cabinet by the bed
head, which contained a piss-pot.  He sat back on the bed, with his hands
beside his hips and waited for Armand to appear; curious as to why the man
had tarried and fallen behind.  Armand came into the room and smiling at
the boy he closed and bolted the door.  Jean-Claude saw Armand place the
soap on the cabinet top; a puzzled look on the boy's face.  Armand quickly
proceeded to strip and soon he was naked, causing the boy's eyes to widen
in amazement that the man's considerable cock, which the boy had be
introduced to in the coach, was nearly fully erect.  It was magnificent and
Jean-Claude swallowed hard and a smile came to his lips.  He had never seen
a member so large, apart from the African he had performed with during one
of Father Lucious' special nights with selected guests.  Father Lucious
himself was of modest proportions in comparison to Armand.  Armand walked
slowly to stand in front of the boy; the cock bobbing and waving as he
approached.  The man reached his hands to the boys hair and gently caressed
his head; noting the damp ends that had been wet by the bathwater.
   "You know what to do my pretty boy," Armand said softly.
   Without a word, jean-Claude's hands came to the big cock and positioned
themselves as if the boy was about to pray, around the girth of the fleshy
member.  Slowly slipping from the bed to kneel, as if in prayer,
Jean-Claude opened his mouth and drew the gorgeous cock into it; letting
his mouth relax and taking as much as he could stand before an urge to gag
caused him to slip a little of the length from his throat.  Settling on a
suitable depth of oral penetration, the boy began to stroke Armand's cock
with both hands and swirl his tongue around the shaft and work the inserted
length lovingly with his lips.  `This is wonderful' the boy thought as he
serviced the man's cock.  `I love this man's cock...this is bliss' and he
increased the fervor of the sucking.  Such was the boy's expertise and
Armand's heightened arousal, he quickly had to slow the boy down with
gentle pressure to the boy's head and crooning for jean-Claude to "slow
down" and "take it easy".  But such was the boy's prowess as a cock sucker
Armand's efforts to draw out his pleasure in the boy's mouth soon became a
real struggle.
   "I think I might be close to undone," he chuckled and sighed as he eased
back, causing his cock to slip from the boy's mouth; causing jean-Claude to
groan in complaint.
   "Time for a more base form of release," Armand said softly and nudged
the boy back on the bed.
   Jean-Claude realized what was to come next and he scooted further back
so his head was near the far side of the bed.  He raised his legs and
locked his hands behind his knees and lay open to the man standing between
his upraised legs at the bedside.  Armand chuckled at the boy's eagerness
to have him sheathed in his arse.  "Father Lucious has taught you well my
beauty," Armand said reaching for the soap.
   Jena-Claude peered intently between his spread and upraised legs as his
protector smeared the slimy residue of the soap over his fingertips.  He
watched enthralled, wondering what Armand was doing.  Was he going to wash
himself before the inevitable?  He realized the true value of the greasy
homemade soap when Armand stopped and touched the gelatinous mass on his
fingers to the boy's dark pucker.  Jena-Claude trembled with anticipation
and he uttered a small sob of excitement; his small cock quickly stiffening
with arousal as Armand's fingers worked the slimy soap his tight hole. 
Armand was all purpose but his expression of concentration softened to one
of amazement at how readily he was able to open the boy's arse up.  The
tight singled finger intrusion soon giving way to a looser opening in which
Armand inserted two fingers including his thickest middle finger.  Kneading
and working the annual ring; spreading the slimy soap residue and slowly
pushing in to the second knuckle.  He glanced and his eyes widened as he
saw how hard the boy's preteen cock had become.  Jutting along the boy's
pubis and the small ball sac was tight and wrinkled; denude of any pubic
hair as yet.  He concluded that his rotating and probing fingers had
stroked the boy's prostate and this was causing the hard little erection.
He glanced at Jean-Claude's face and noted the boy had an almost dazed
expression; his mouth half open and his eyes glazed as he enjoyed the
thorough reaming he was getting from the man's fingers.  His body tingling
and trembling lightly in anticipation that the turgid cock he could just
see bobbing obscenely at the man's groin, would soon bury itself to the
hilt inside his body.  Sensing the boy was as ready as he would ever be,
Armand drew his fingers from the boy's tight hole and steadied his own cock
and slowly touched it to the boy's slightly dilated opening.
   Jean-Claude let out a small sob "oh yes" and braced himself for the
intrusion of the cock into his arse.  He worked his pelvic floor muscles,
slightly straining as if about to defecate, as he had been taught to relax
himself.  Fortunately he had used the privy before supper and his evening
meal had not filled his bowel yet.  As Armand pushed harder, Jean-Claude
adjusted his grip on his legs and urged them as far apart as he could
without too much discomfort, and to Armand's amazement, his big cock slid
quite easily, half way into the boy's hot arse.  Armand glanced at the
boy's face which was now all concentration at receiving the thick hard
invader, so he pushed again more firmly; and he was surprised how easy it
was to bury himself balls deep in the preteen boy's tight slippery
arsehole.
   "Oh God I swear I could die here this way," Armand gasped, and began the
slow in-out fucking of the boy.
   His hands pressed on the bed beside Jean-Claude's hips as he hunched
over the small body opened before him.  Armand's hips moving obscenely as
he stood braced and he fucked the boy in long languid strokes.  Panting and
gasping in delight at the sensation of the tight arse on his thick hard
cock.  He held eye contact with the boy for most of the fuck.  Noting the
boy's total submission to what he was doing.  Jena-Claude working his mouth
occasionally as Armand buried himself to the hilt and held himself still
for a few moments; to slide back and resume the steady fucking. 
Jean-Claude's tongue occasionally wet his lower lip and then he clamped the
lip with his teeth as a sign of the effort he was putting into holding
himself open, as he took the cock in his arse.  Both were panting raggedly.
Armand from the effort of reaming the boy and Jean-Claude's breathing a
mixture of strain of holding his legs back and the pangs of delight as the
cock grazed and clipped his prostate.  Jean-Claude's young cock was hard
and stiff against his belly.  Armand eventually moved closer and this
brought his shoulders on contact with the backs of the boy's legs.  Leaning
closer the legs hung over his back and Jean-Claude gratefully allowed them
to rest on the shoulders of the man fucking him.  His hands now free from
holding his legs, one hand went to his young cock and he began tugging it
as he was being solidly fucked.  He came quickly.  Unable to draw out any
lasting pleasure from stroking himself; his body wound tightly with
excitement at what he was enduring.  Armand smiled and chuckled in a
breathless way and muttered "oh God" as he realized he had gone past that
point where suppressing ejaculation was nigh on impossible.
   Armand surrendered to the rising feeling of imminent release and began
ploughing the boy's tight arse faster.  He was now sweating and panting as
he rutted deep in the boy; making a series of staccato movements to get the
rhythm right, having lost it while trying to hold back from shooting into
the boy.  Once he had the rhythm where he could build the sensation at the
point of ejaculation, he began growling like a dog as he let the surge of
pleasure sweep up and through him; his scalp tingling in delight as he
suddenly shoved hard and let go a series of low moans coincident with each
strong spurt of semen into the boy's bowels.  Jena-Claude was panting and
gasping in unison to the man fucking him; his body tense and straining to
afford his fucker the maximum pleasure by squeezing his arsehole as he had
been taught.  Armand finally gave in to the flood of release and fell
forward, pinning the boys knees back against his chest; the feet hooked
over Armand's shoulders.  Perhaps in a normal homosexual coupling, there
might be tender caressing and kissing post-orgasm.  To Armand, this was
just a tight hole, well ploughed and he was sated.  Gender was of no
consequence.  Earlier it was the slatternly Charmaine.  Now it was this boy
he was entrusted to care for.  With no thought of a tender kiss or caress,
his head collapsed over one of the boy's shoulders; and he lay panting and
puffing to get his breath back.  His still hard cock sheathed in the hot
tightness of the willing boy.  Jena-Claude drew his hands over the man's
back and lightly caressed the flesh, sticky with sweat from his exertions
over the boy.  He gave Armand a gentle hug of affection and relaxed; now
the carnal deed was done.  As tears trickled from his eyes, he stifled a
sob.  In a matter of a few days, this man whom he had so quickly
surrendered to would be gone.  A whole new chapter would open in his young
life.  He knew not what it would be but he knew he could not bear to think
about this man leaving him.
   End of part 3...to be continued.
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