Once I imagine, the lady's clothes were in his way, for there was a
pause, his prick came quite out, her feet moved, her legs opened wider.
He did not need his fingers to find his mark again, his long, stiff,
red-tipped article had slidden in the direction of her bum-hole; but
no sooner had they readjusted their legs, then it moved backwards,
and again it was hidden from sight in her cunt. The balls wagged more
vigorously than ever, quicker, quicker; the lady's legs seemed to shake,
we heard a sort of mixed cry, like a short groan and cry together, and
a female voice say, "Oh! don't make such a noise," then a quiver and a
shiver of the legs, and all seemed quiet.
When I first had removed the slide, I did so in a small degree, fearing
they might look below and see it; but if the sun had shone from below,
I believe now they must have been in that state of excitement, that they
would not have noticed it. To see better I opened the slide more, and
gradually held the lantern higher and higher, until the chimney through
which the light issued was near to the grating. I was holding it by the
bottom at arms length; and naturally, so as to best see myself. Henry
could not see as well, although standing close to me, and our heads
nearly touching. "Hold it more this way," said he in an excited whisper.
I did not. Just then the lady said, "Oh! make haste now, I am so
frightened." Out slipped the prick,--I saw it. At that very instant,
Henry pulled my hand, to get the lantern placed so as to enable him to
see better. I was holding it between the very tips of my fingers, just
below the feet of the copulating couple. His jerk pulled it over, and
down it went with a smash, just as the lady said, "Make haste, I am so
frightened." A huge prick as it seemed to me drew out, and flopped down,
a hand grasped it, the petticoats were falling round the legs, when the
crash of the lantern came. With a loud shriek from the lady, off the
couple moved, and I dare say it was many a day before she had her
privates moistened up against a wall again, and over a grating.
Henry and I laughing picked up the lantern and got back to the house;
I went to my bed-room in a state of indescribable randiness. I had for
some time broken myself of frigging, and now resisted the desire, tried
to read but could not, undressed and went to bed. My prick would stand.
If it went down for a minute and my thoughts were diverted, the very
instant my mind recurred to those balls wagging above my head, up it
went again. I tried to piss, the piss would not run. At that time when
my prick was stiff, I used to pull the prepuce back, so as to loosen it.
I laid down on the bed, prick stiff. If it could have spoken, it would
have said, "Frig or fuck, you shall, before I give you rest." So I
pulled the prepuce slowly back,--only once,--and as the knob came
handsomely into view, out shot my spunk all over the bed-clothes.
Getting up to wipe and make things clean, I saw something on the brim
of my cap which I had worn; the cap was on the table. I took it up and
found a large spot of sperm which had come from the happy couple, it
must have followed the withdrawal of the prick; and had my head been a
little more turned up, it must have tumbled on my face. I did not mind
wiping up my own sperm, but doing so to their's seemed beastly. Yet what
was the difference?
We heard one night some one squat down, and turned up the light; there
were petticoats, legs and an arse, but instead of the usual slit, we saw
to our astonishment a prick and balls hanging down between the legs, it
was a man in woman's clothes, and he was shitting. The sight alarmed us,
we talked over it for many a day afterwards, for we did not then know
that some men are fond of amusing themselves with other men.
I never saw but that one couple fucking, but we could hear groping and
frigging going on close by. We heard women say, "Oh! don't!" Gay women,
we heard say, "Here is a good place," but they did not often select the
gratings, why? I cannot tell, for they were partly in recesses in the
wall which enabled people to get more hidden. The bars were wide apart,
and I suppose the regulars did not like that, yet they often used the
gratings for pissing down.
These sights did no occur all at once, I went home, stopped, returned,
and so on; in the meanwhile not having women, I then frigged, left off,
then took to it again, and so time went on. Fewer women came at last up
the street, we imagined that with all our care, they had found out that
people were beneath the gratings, and avoided them. The favorite place
was the recess at the workmen's door to the factory at which were two
steps; we could hear but not see when a couple was there, we used then
to go up into the factory and listen at the door. Generally, feeling and
frigging was only going on, bargaining for money first. "Give me another
shilling. Oh! your nails hurt. What a lot of hair you have. What a big
one! Oh! I am coming! Don't spend over my clothes," and so on, we heard
at times.
Meanwhile there was either no servant at my home worthy of a stiff one,
or those who would not take one; and I had no alternative but to frig.
Money my mother again kept from me. What I got, I sent to the poor girl
Martha, who then had not got rid of her big belly; gay women I had
fear of; devoured by desire to get into a woman again, I even looked
longingly at the wife of the foreman who took charge of the house in
which Henry lived, although she was fifty. I recollect seeing her making
my bed one morning, and getting a cock-stand at the sight of the woman
so near a place to lay down on.
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