"Isn't he stiff, Bob?" I said, and to bear out my statement pulled Jimmy's cock down towards his legs and then, suddenly releasing it, let it fly back against his belly with quite a loud thump.

"Give him a little rub, Charlie. I think that will do him good," Bob returned, smiling at me meaningly; and I immediately acted on the suggestion, moving the duke's member quickly up and down with my right hand, while with my left I held his balls.

"How do you like that, Jimmy?" asked Rutherford. "I hope we have not offended your grace."

"You wait," replied Jimmy; "I'll pay you out. But his face did not bear out the fierceness of his words, and it was plain that he did not mind the proceedings, for he lay quite still now and did not attempt even to draw his wrist away from Bob's grasp.

I went on with my task with much enjoyment, and I was, indeed, not a little pleased to find that our companion evinced no objection to our form of amusement, which promised well for the future.

"Oh!" cried Jimmy to me presently; "you were pulling down the skin rather too hard then; it hurt a bit. Can we just wet the top? It will go much easier afterwards."

In answer, I stooped and took his member between my lips, well lubricating it with saliva. When I had done so, Jimmy laughed at me, saying, "You evidently know something. I thought you would wet it with your finger; I didn't expect you would take it in your mouth. Go on, now; I feel awfully randy."

"I don't think I need trouble to hold his hands any longer," said Bob, a few minutes later, "I'm sure he'll keep quiet; I can see he's enjoying himself." He accordingly released his hold, and contented himself with patting Jimmy's cheeks and tickling him under the chin, stroking his legs and chest, and smoothing and rubbing his face and body with his palms and the tips of his fingers, by these means vastly increasing the duke's excitement.