Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

lie on his back and to endeavour to catch in his mouth, and swallow, his own emissions, and he was also constantly degrading his rank by licking the genitals, or the feet, of the dirtiest sailors and stokers on the ship. He was only glad from the so- cial status it gave him when Andrew made over- tures of love. Monty would have himself preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew would have him- self preferred this choice, arguing that Andrew could never be really enamoured of so vicious a boy, but what he saw three weeks after undeceived him. On this wise. One night the Captain, being restless, sug- gested a tour of inspection, and the two lovers stole quietly out of their cabin. They came after a time to where Andrew and Ambrose were, and were lucky enough to catch the former in the very act of sacrificing at the most holy altar, while the boy, turned half round, was gently chewing and licking the armpit of the perspiring lieutenant. One finger of his free hand sought to penetrate the other’s shrine, while the hand underneath him titillated his own genitals in unison with the motions of his lover. The act was consummated ; gasping, heav- ing, and breathless ; they sink lower on the bed. Their tongues mingle lazily ; the elder man with- draws slowly ; a pleasant sound announces his exit. Hardly a moment and the boy gives his lover a sig- nal. The latter turns over while Ambrose rises and sits over him while the sweet salt offering, spiced now by the god to whom it is offered, trickles dain- tily into the open mouth of the languorous man. Then the boy slips down into his lover’s arms : they share the incense with mingled mouths until the flavour is appeased and they swallow it with the first blush of reawakening desire. “ Katie ” ea- gerly reverses his position to prepare for a new embrace ; but Monty whispers to the Captain : “ Darling, I can bear it no longer ; come back ! ” [83]