He sat close to me in an easy lounging chair, and I watched him carefully over the top of the newspaper as he turned over the pages and gloated over the beautiful plates. There was a superb collection in there, which I had already seen, of coloured plates of boys and girls in the nude, both singly and together, and towards the end of the book, some of the photographs showed a fine young couple enjoying a good bout of fucking. I could see Terence's cock harden in his trousers until it was quite stiff and rampant. 'Well, well,' I said, laying my hand on his bursting prick. 'What a tosser yours has grown up to since I gave you that book. We must compare our cocks as I think that yours must be almost as big as mine.' 'I told you I am ready for my first fuck,' he said with a laugh. 'Yes, do let's see which prick is the biggest,' and opening his trousers, he pulled out his fine red-headed cock, which stood in all its manly glory, stiff and hard as marble, with the hot blood making it warm to my touch. He then helped me pull out my own thick stiff truncheon, frigging it up to its fullest measure. We proceeded to handle each other in an ecstacy of delight, which ended with us tossing each other off and aiming each other's jets of frothy white spunk into the fireplace. 'Ah well,' sighed Terence. 'I enjoyed that but I am sure it is not as satisfying as the real thing.' I was about to make a soothing reply when we were both startled by what sounded like an ornament crashing to the ground just outside in the hall. 'What was that? asked Terence.

'I don't know but let's find out!' I replied grimly, and arming myself with a poker from the fireplace, I rushed to the door. I had no need of the poker, dear reader, for the noise in the hall had been made by Charlotte, the seventeen-year-old parlourmaid who had been doing some menial task in the scullery and had crept upstairs when she heard our voices as she too thought that the house was unoccupied except for her.