Teleny or the Reverse of the Medal (14 page)

We dragged ourselves wearily out of ^he carriage, but hardly had the portal shut itself upon us than we were again kissing and fondling each other with renewed energy.

After some moments, feeling that our desire was too powerful to be withstood any longer:

'Come,' said he, 'why should we linger any longer, and waste precious time here in the darkness and in the cold?'

'Is it dark and is it cold?' was my reply.

He kissed me fondly.

'In the gloom you are my light; in the cold you are my fire; the frozen wastes of the Pole would be a Garden of Eden for me, if you were there,' I continued.

We then groped our way upstairs in the dark, for I would not allow him to light a wax match. I therefore went along, stumbling against him; not that I could not see, but because I was intoxicated with male desire as a drunken man is with wine.

Soon we were in his apartment. When we found ourselves in the small, dimly-lighted antechamber, he opened his arms and stretched them out towards me.

'Welcome!' said he. 'May this home be ever thine.' Then he added, in a low tone, in that unknown, musical tongue, 'My body hungereth for thee, soul of my soul, life of my life!'

He had barely finished these words before we were lovingly caressing each other.

After thus fondling each other for a few moments—'Do you know,' he said, 'that I have been expecting you today?'

'Expecting me?'

'Yes, I knew that sooner or later you would be mine. Moreover, I felt that you would be coming today.'

'How so?'

'I had a presentiment,' he said quite seriously.

'And had I not come?'

'I should have done what you were going to do when I met you, for life without you would have been unbearable.'

'What! drowned yourself?'

'No, not exactly: the river is too cold and bleak, I am too much of a Sybarite for that. No, I should simply have put myself to sleep— the eternal slumber of death, dreaming of you, in this room prepared to receive you, and where no man has ever set his foot.'

Saying these words he opened the door of a small chamber, and ushered me into it. A strong, overpowering smell of white heliotrope first greeted my nostrils.

It was a most peculiar room, the walls of which were covered over with some warm, white, soft, quilted stuff, studded all over with frosted silver buttons; the floor was covered with the curly white fleece of young lambs; in the middle of the apartment stood a capacious couch, on which was thrown the skin of a huge polar bear. Over this single piece of furniture, an old silver lamp—evidently from some Byzantine church or some Eastern synagogue—shed a pale glimmering light, sufficient, however, to light up the dazzling whiteness of this temple of Priapus whose votaries we were.

'I know,' said he, as he dragged me in, 'I know that white is your favorite color, that it suits your dark complexion, so it has been fitted up for you and you alone. No other mortal shall ever set foot in it.'

Uttering these words, he stripped me deftly of all my clothes—for I was in his hands like a slumbering child, or a man in a trance.

In an instant I was not only stark naked, but stretched on the bearskin, while he, standing in front of me, was gloating upon me with famished eyes.

I felt his glances greedily fall everywhere; they sank into my brain, and my head began to swim; they pierced through my heart, whipping my blood up, making it flow quicker and hotter through all the arteries; they darted within my veins, and Priapus unhooded itself and lifted up its head violently so that all the tangled web of veins in its body seemed ready to burst.

Then he felt me with his hands everywhere, after which he began to press his lips on every part of my body, showering kisses on my breast, my arms, my legs, my thighs, and then, when he had reached my middle parts, he pressed his face rapturously on the thick and curly hair that grows there so plentifully.

He shivered with delight as he felt the crisp locks upon his cheek and neck; then, taking hold of my phallus, he pressed his lips upon it. That seemed to electrify him; and then the tip and afterwards the whole glans disappeared within his mouth.

As it did so, I could hardly keep quiet. I clasped within my hands his curly and scented head; a shiver ran through my whole body; all my nerves were on edge; the sensation was so keen that it almost maddened me.

Then the whole column was in his mouth, the tip was touching his palate; his tongue, flattened or thickened, tickled me everywhere. Now I was sucked greedily, then nibbled or bitten. I screamed, I called on him to stop. I could not bear such intensity any longer; it was killing me. If it had lasted but a second longer I should have lost my senses. He was deaf and ruthless to my entreaties. Flashes of lightning seemed to be passing before my eyes; a torrent of fire was coursing through my body.

'Enough—stop, enough!' I groaned.

My nerves were extended; a thrill came over me; the soles of my feet seemed to have been drilled through. I writhed; I was convulsed.

One of his hands which had been caressing my testicles slipped under my bum—a finger was slipped in the hole. I seemed to be a man in front, a woman behind, for the pleasure I felt either way.

My trepidation had reached its climax. My brain reeled; my body melted; the burning milk of life was again mounting up, like a sap of fire; my bubbling blood mounted up to my brain, maddening me. I was exhausted; I fainted with pleasure: I fell upon him—a lifeless mass!

In a few minutes I was myself again—eager to take his place, and to return the caresses I had just received.

I tore the clothes from his body, so that he was speedily as naked as I was. What a pleasure it was to feel his skin against mine from head to foot! Moreover, the delight I had just felt had only increased my eagerness, so that, after clasping each other and wrestling together for a few moments, we both rolled on the floor, twisting, and rubbing, and crawling, and writhing, like two heated cats exciting each other into a paroxysm of rage.

But my lips were eager to taste his phallus— an organ which might have served as a model for the huge idol in the temple of Priapus, or over the doors of the Pompeian brothels, only that at the sight of this wingless god most men would have—as many did—discarded women for the love of their fellow men. It was big without having the proportion of an ass'; it was thick and rounded, though slightly tapering; the glans—a fruit of flesh and blood, like a small apricot—looked pulpy, round and appetizing.

I feasted my hungry eyes upon it; I handled it; I kissed it; I felt its soft glossy skin upon my lips; it moved with an inward motion of its own, as I did so. My tongue then deftly tickled the tip, trying to dart itself between those tiny rosy lips that, bulged out with love, opened and spattered a tiny drop of sparkling dew. I felt it quivering with a life of its own; I moved quicker, quicker, quicker. He clasped my head furiously; all his nerves were throbbing.

'Your mouth is burning—you are sucking out my very brain! Stop, stop! my whole body is aglow! I can't—any more! I can't—it is too much!'

He grasped my head tightly to make me stop, but I pressed his phallus tightly with my lips, my cheeks, my tongue; my movements were more and more rapid, so that after a few strokes I felt him shudder from head to foot, as if seized by a fit of giddiness. He sighed, he groaned, he screamed. His head reeled; the pleasure he felt was so sharp that it verged upon pain.

'Stop, stop!' he moaned faintly, shutting his eyes and panting.

I, however, was maddened by the idea that he was now truly mine; that I was drinking down the fiery foaming sap of his body, the real elixir of life.

His arms for a moment clasped me convulsively. A rigidity then came over him; he was shattered by such an excess of wantonness.

I myself felt almost as much as he did, for in my fury I provoked an abundant ejaculation; and at the same time small drops of the same fluid which I was receiving in me, coursed slowly, painfully, out of my body. As this happened, our nerves relaxed and we fell exhausted upon one another.

A short space of rest—I cannot tell how long, intensity not being measured by Time's sedate pace—and then I felt his nerveless penis reawaken from its sleep, and press against my face; it was evidently trying to find my mouth, just like a greedy but glutted baby even in its sleep holds firm the nipple of its mother's breast simply for the pleasure of having it in its mouth.

I pressed my mouth upon it, and, like a young cock awakened at early dawn stretches forth its neck and crows lustily, it thrust its head towards my warm, pouted lips.

As soon as I had it in my mouth, Teleny wheeled himself around, and placed himself in the same position that I was to him, only with the difference that I was on my back and he was over me.

He began to kiss my rod; he played with the bushy hair that grew around it; he patted my buttocks, and, especially, he caressed my testicles with a knack all his own that filled me with unutterable delight.

His hands so increased the pleasure his mouth and his own phallus were giving me that I was soon beyond myself with excitement.

Our two bodies were one mass of quivering sensuality; and although we were both increasing the rapidity of our movements, still we were so maddened with lust that in that tension of the nerves the seminal glands refused to do their work.

We labored on in vain. My reason all at once left me; the parched blood within me vainly tried to ooze out, and it seemed to swirl in my injected eyes; it tingled in my ears. I was in a paroxysm of erotic rage—in a paroxysm of mad delirium.

My brain seemed trepanned, my spine sawn in two. All at once the gates of the sperm ducts were opened, and from hellish fires we were uplifted, amidst a shower of burning sparks, into a delightfully calm and ambrosial Olympus.

After a few moments' rest I uplifted myself on my elbow, and delighted my eyes with my lover's fascinating beauty. He was a very model of carnal comeliness; his chest was broad and strong, his arms rounded; in fact, I have never seen such a vigorous and at the same time agile frame; for not only was there not the slightest fat but not even the least superfluous flesh about him. He was all nerve, muscle, and sinew. It was his well-knit and supple joints that gave him the free, easy, and graceful motion so characteristic of the Felidae, of which he had also the flexibility, for when he clasped himself to you he seemed to entwine himself around you like a snake. Moreover, his skin was of a pearly almost iridescent whiteness, while the hair on the different parts of his body was quite black.

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!' he said, 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 down.'

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

In the center 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 these ebony Arab tables all inlaid with colored ivory and iridescent mother-of-pearl.