Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

They never slept at all that night ; but I never heard either of them regret the fact. But Monty was terribly disgusted with Andrew, and when little Ambrose struck Monty (who had called him, with naive eloquence, “ Suck-shit ”) the latter knocked him down and kicked him. The lieutenant, who was near, had to interfere, and the dark languor- ous boy was punished. This mean revenge (as he understood it) irritated Monty still more and he eventually refused to speak to Andrew at all. It was the night of a big dinner ashore and Monty Le W... had gone up to a little sitting-room which was next [to the] billiard-room, to wait for the Captain. Unperceived Andrew had followed him and was now lurking behind the heavy curtain that hung over the door ; he listened to the boys’ mut- tered soliloquy, disturbed only by the noisier laughter and curses of the billiard-room. Spelton was long-damned long-coming ; no doubt of that. And Monty’s desires were getting less controllable every minute. At last he took down his trousers and began to play with himself, hoping to ease a little his discomfort. At this moment Andrew glided forward and whispered “ If you speak we are both lost. Your dress . . .” The frightened boy made a movement of agony. He was terribly angry, and yet dared not speak or make the least sound. After the other affair he knew the Captain would never believe his story. The lusty lieutenant took out a weapon fiery and enormous, and began to seek admission. The boy, with all the force of the sphincter, resisted. A sharp tap or two on the coc- cyx, however, reminded him that he had a bold lover, who would stick at nothing, and he gave way. The whole length of his lover’s yard was en- gulfed in one great push, and, accustomed as he was to the Captain’s penis, he could hardly repress a cry of pain. The ravisher was far longer and thicker and cared a great deal less about any pain he [84]