Delphi Complete Works of Oscar Wilde (Illustrated) (249 page)

His arms for a moment clasped me convulsively. A rigidity then came over him; he was shattered by such an excess of wantonness.

I myself felt almost as much as he did, for in my fury I provoked an abundant ejaculation; and at the same time small drops of the same fluid which I was receiving in me, coursed slowly, painfully, out of my body. As this happened, our nerves relaxed and we fell exhausted upon one another.

A short space of rest — I cannot tell how long, intensity not being measured by Time’s sedate pace — and then I felt his nerveless penis reawaken from its sleep, and press against my face; it was evidently trying to find my mouth, just like a greedy but glutted baby even in its sleep holds firm the nipple of its mother’s breast simply for the pleasure of having it in its mouth.

I pressed my mouth upon it, and, like a young cock awakened at early dawn stretches forth its neck and crows lustily, it thrust its head towards my warm, pouted lips.

As soon as I had it in my mouth, Teleny wheeled himself around, and placed himself in the same position that I was to him, only with the difference that I was on my back and he was over me.

He began to kiss my rod; he played with the bushy hair that grew around it; he patted my buttocks, and, especially, he caressed my testicles with a knack all his own that filled me with unutterable delight.

His hands so increased the pleasure his mouth and his own phallus were giving me that I was soon bevond mvself with excitement.

Our two bodies were one mass of quivering sensuality; and although we were both increasing the rapidity of our movements, still we were so maddened with lust that in that tension of the nerves the seminal glands refused to do their work.

We labored on in vain. My reason all at once left me; the parched blood within me vainly tried to ooze out, and it seemed to swirl in my injected eyes; it tingled in my ears. I was in a paroxysm of erotic rage — in a paroxysm of mad delirium.

My brain seemed trepanned, my spine sawn in two. All at once the gates of the sperm ducts were opened, and from hellish fires we were uplifted, amidst a shower of burning sparks, into a delightfully calm and ambrosial Olympus.

After a few moments’ rest I uplifted myself on my elbow, and delighted my eyes with my lover’s fascinating beauty. He was a very model of carnal comeliness; his chest was broad and strong, his arms rounded; in fact, I have never seen such a vigorous and at the same time agile frame; for not only was there not the slightest fat but not even the least superfluous flesh about him. He was all nerve, muscle, and sinew. It was his well-knit and supple joints that gave him the free, easy, and graceful motion so characteristic of the Felidae, of which he had also the flexibility, for when he clasped himself to you he seemed to entwine himself around you like a snake. Moreover, his skin was of a pearly almost iridescent whiteness, while the hair on the different parts of his body was quite black.

Teleny opened his eyes, stretched his arms towards me, took hold of my hand, kissed, and then bit me on the nape of my neck; then he showered a number of kisses all along my back, which, following one another in quick succession, seemed like a rain of rose-leaves falling from some full-blown flower.

Then he reached the two fleshy lobes which he pressed open with his hands, and darted his tongue in that hole where a little while before he had thrust his finger. This likewise was for me a new and thrilling sensation.

This done, he rose and stretched forth his hand to lift me up.

‘Now,’ said he, ‘let us go in the next room, and see if we can find something to eat; for I think we really require some food, though, perhaps, a bath would not be amiss before we sit down to supper. Should you like to have one?’

‘It might put you to inconvenience.’

For all answer he ushered me into a kind of cell, all filled with ferns and feathery palms, that — as he showed me — received during the day the rays of the sun from a skylight overhead.

‘This is a kind of makeshift for a hothouse and a bathroom, which every habitable dwelling ought to have. I am too poor to have either, still this hole is big enough for my ablutions, and my plants seem to thrive pretty well in this warm and damp atmosphere.’

‘But it’s a princely bathroom!’

‘No, no!’ he said, smiling; ‘it’s an artist’s bathroom.’

We at once plunged into the warm water, scented with essence of heliotrope; and it was so pleasant to rest there locked in each other’s arms after our last excesses.

‘I could stay here all night,’ he mused; ‘it is so delightful to handle you in this warm water. But you must be famished, so we had better go and get something to satisfy the inward cravings.’

We got out, and wrapped ourselves up for a moment with hot peignoirs of Turkish towelling.

‘Come,’ said he, ‘let me lead you to the dining-room.’

I stood hesitating, looking first at my nakedness, then upon his. He smiled, and kissed me.

‘You don’t feel cold, do you?’

‘No, but— ‘

‘Well, then, don’t be afraid; there is no one in the house. Everyone is asleep in the other flats, and besides, every window is tightly shut, and all the curtains are down.’

He dragged me with him into a neighboring room all covered with thick, soft, and silky carpets, the prevailing tone of which was dull Turkish red.

In the center of this apartment hung a curiously-wrought, star-shaped lamp, which the faithful — even nowadays — light on Friday eve.

We sat down on a soft-cushioned divan, in front of one of these ebony Arab tables all inlaid with colored ivory and iridescent mother- of-pearl.

‘I cannot give you a banquet, although I expected you; still, there is enough to satisfy your hunger, I hope.’

There were some luscious Cancale oysters — few, but of an immense size; a dusty bottle of Sauterne, then a pate de foie gras highly scented with Perigord truffles; a partridge, with paprika or Hungarian curry, and a salad made out of a huge Piedmont truffle, as thinly sliced as shavings; and a bottle of exquisite dry sherry.

All these delicacies were served in dainty blue old Delft and Savona ware, for he had already heard of my hobby for old majolica.

Then came a dish of Seville oranqes, bananas, and pineapples, flavored with Maraschino and covered with sifted sugar. It was a savory, tasty, tart and sweet medley, combining together the flavor and perfume of all these delicious fruits.

After having washed it down with a bottle of sparkling champagne, we then sipped some tiny cups of fragrant and scalding Mocha coffee; then he lighted a narghile, or Turkish water pipe, and we puffed at intervals the odorous Latakiah, inhaling it with our ever- hungry kisses from each other’s mouths.

The fumes of the smoke and those of the wine rose up to our heads, and in our reawakened sensuality we soon had between our lips a far more fleshy mouthpiece than the amber one of the Turkish pipe.

Our heads were again soon lost between each other’s thighs. We had once more but one body between us, juggling with one another, ever seeking new caresses, new sensations, a sharper and more inebriating kind of lewdness in our anxiety not only to enjoy ourselves but to make the other one feel. We were, therefore, very soon the prey of a blasting lust, and only some inarticulate sounds expressed the climax of our voluptuous state, until, more dead than alive, we fell upon each other — a mingled mass of shivering flesh.

After half an hour’s rest and a bowl of arrak, curacoa and whisky punch, flavored with many hot, invigorating spices, our mouths were again pressed together.

His moist lips grazed mine so very slightly that I hardly felt their touch; they thus only awakened in me the eager desire to feel their contact more closely, while the tip of his tongue kept tantalizing mine, darting in my mouth for a second and rapidly slipping out again. His hands in the meanwhile passed over the most delicate parts of my body as lightly as a soft summer breeze passes over the smooth surface of the waters, and I felt my skin shiver with delight.

I happened to be lying on some cushions on the couch, which thus elevated me to Teleny’s height; he swiftly put my legs on his shoulders, then, bending down his head, he began first to kiss, and then to dart his pointed tongue in my bum, thrilling me with an ineffable pleasure. Then rising when he had deftly prepared it well all around, he tried to press the tip of his phallus into it, but though he pressed hard, still he could not succeed in getting it in.

‘Let me moisten it a little, and then it will slip in more easily.’ I waited impatiently as he did so.

‘Now,’ said I, ‘let us enjoy together that pleasure which the gods themselves did not disdain to teach us.’

He once more pressed the glans upon it; the tiny little lips protruded themselves within the gap; the tip worked its way inside, but the pulpy flesh bulged out all around, and the rod was thus arrested in its career.

‘I am afraid I am hurting you?’ he asked, ‘had we not better leave it for some other time?’

‘Oh, no! it is such a happiness to feel your body entering into mine.’

He thrust gently but firmly; the strong muscles of the anus relaxed; the glans was fairly lodged; the skin extended to such a degree that tiny, ruby beads of blood trickled from all around the splitting orifice; still, notwithstanding the way I was torn, the pleasure I felt was much greater than the pain.

He gave a sudden heave. The Rubicon was crossed; the column began to slide softly in; he could begin his pleasurable work.

I then saw his beautiful eyes gazing deep into mine. What unfathomable eyes they were! Like the sky or the main, they seemed to reflect the infinite. Never again shall I see eyes so full of burning love, of such smouldering languor. His glances had a mesmeric spell over me; they bereft me of my reason; they did even more — they changed sharp pain into delight.

I was in a state of ecstatic joy; all my nerves contracted and twitched. As he felt himself thus clasped and gripped, he shivered, he ground his teeth; he was unable to bear such a strong shock; his outstretched arms held fast my shoulders; he duq his nails into mv flesh; he tried to move, but he was so tightly wedged and grasped that it was impossible to push himself any further in. Moreover, his strength was beginning to fail him, and he could then hardly stand upon his feet.

As he tried to give another jerk, I myself, that very moment, squeezed the whole rod with all the strength of my muscles, and a most violent jet, like a hot geyser, escaped from him, and coursed within me like some scorching, corroding poison; it seemed to set my blood on fire, and transmuted it into some kind of hot, intoxicating alcohol. His breath was thick and convulsive; his sobs choked him; he was utterly done in.

‘I am dying!’ he gasped out, his chest heaving with emotion; ‘it is too much.’ And he fell senseless in myarms.

After half an hour’s rest he woke up, and began at once to kiss me with rapture, while his loving eyes beamed with thankfulness.

‘You have made me feel what I never felt before.’

‘Nor I either,’ said I, smiling.

‘I really did not know whether I was in heaven or in hell. I had quite lost my senses.’

He stopped for a moment to look at me, and then, ‘How I love you, my Camille!’ he went on, showering kisses on me; ‘I have loved you to distraction from the very first moment I saw you.’

Then I began to tell him how I had suffered in trying to overcome my love for him; how I was haunted by his presence day and night; how happy I was at last.

‘And now you must take my place. You must make me feel what you felt. \bu will be active and I passive; but we must try another position, for it is really tiresome to stand after all the fatigue we have undergone.’

‘And what am I to do, for you know I am quite a novice?’

‘Sit down there,’ he replied, pointing to a stool constructed for the purpose, ‘I’ll ride on you while you impale me as if I were a woman. It is a mode of locomotion of which the ladies are so fond that they put it into practice whenever they get the slightest chance. My mother actually rode a gentleman under my very eyes. I was in the parlor when a friend happened to call, and had I been sent out suspicion might have been aroused, so I was made to believe that I was a very naughty little boy, and I was put in a corner with my face to the wall. Moreover, she told me that if I cried or turned round she’d put me to bed; but if I were good she’d give me a cake. I obeyed for one or two minutes, but after that, hearing an unusual rustle, and a loud breathing and panting, I saw what I could not understand at the time, but what was made clear to me many years afterwards.’

He sighed, shrugged his shoulders, then smiled and added— ‘Well, sit down there.’

I did as I was bidden. He first knelt down to say his prayers to Priapus, and having bathed and tickled the little god, he got astraddle over me. As he had already lost his maidenhood long ago, my rod entered far more easily in him than his had done in me, nor did I give him the pain that I had felt, although my tool is of no mean size.

He stretched himself open, the tip entered, he moved a little, half the phallus was plunged in; he pressed down, lifted himself up, then came down again; after one or two strokes the whole turgid column was lodged within his body. When he was well impaled he put his arms round my neck, and hugged and kissed me.