Oscar Wilde (and friends):


(Gay Erotic Classic; Novel)

Oscar Wilde: TelenyTeleny, or The Reverseof the Medal  

EXCERPT:

‘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!” said he, 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 drawn.”

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

‘In the centre 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 those ebony Arab tables all inlaid with coloured 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 pâté 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 oranges, bananas and pineapples, flavoured with Maraschino and covered with sifted sugar. It was a savoury, tasty, tart and sweet medley, combining together the flavour 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 lip 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 arak, curacao and whisky punch, flavoured 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, whilst the tip of his tongue kept tantalising 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 the hole of my bum, thrilling me with an ineffable pleasure. Then rising when he had deftly prepared the hole by lubricating it well all round, 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 took it again in my mouth. My tongue rolled deftly all around it. I sucked it down almost to its very root, feeling it up to any little trick, for it was stiff, hard and frisky.

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

‘Thereupon the tips of my fingers stretched the edges of my unexplored little pit to their very utmost. It was gaping to receive the huge instrument that presented itself at the orifice.

‘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 himself was so tightly clasped that he could neither pull his instrument out nor push it in, for when he tried to press it down he felt as if he was being circumcised. He stopped for a moment, and then, after having asked whether he was not hurting me too much, and having received a negative reply, he thrust it in with all his might.

‘The Rubicon was crossed; the column began to slide softly in; he could begin his pleasurable work. Soon the whole penis slipped in; the pain that tortured me was deadened; the delight was ever so much increased. I felt the little god moving within me; it seemed to be tickling the very core of my being; he had shoved the whole of it into me, down to its very root; I felt his hair crushed against mine, his testicles gently rubbing against me.

‘I then saw his beautiful eyes gazing deep into mine. What unfathomable eyes they were! Like the sky or the moon, 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 on my shoulders; he dug his nails into my 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 up.

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

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

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

‘ “Nor I either,” quoth 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 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.