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Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 09:45:01 -0600
From: Edward Holub <edwardholub@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Ebenezer Splooge

All the people and places mentioned in this story are fictitious. Any
similarities in names or places is purely coincidental.  Please do not read
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Ebenezer Splooge
by Danny Ocean

	London, in the winter of 1837, was arduous.  Icy wind swept the
city streets and all of the souls who were not indoors were the beggars and
the manual laborers.  Even the ones in debtors' prison had it better than
the corpses-to-be on the street.
	One figure, though, who walked the snowy street who was not poor
nor a laborer was the beadle.  He oversaw the city workhouse and the
orphanage.  He was a round and robust fellow on whom the cold made no
impression for he had layers of fat and a good coat to boot.  He walked
casually down the middle of the street, ringing a large hand bell and
shouting "boy for sale."
	At his side walked his pretty little charge dressed in ragged
clothes.  A melancholy expression adorned his sooty face and his posture
was down-trodden.  His little armpit was in the clutches of the beadle's
left hand which propelled him through the snow.
	Meanwhile, in a large, warmly heated office, Ebenezer Splooge sat
at his desk checking financial figures in a ledger.  He was middle-aged,
well-dressed and handsome by all accounts.  He gaily hummed to himself
while he worked and occasionally took a drag from a black cigar nestled in
an ashtray.  The only thing that annoyed him was a pesky erection that
pushed at the fly of his trousers.  He wasn't usually this aroused, but the
abrasive fabric of his under things sometime effected him this way.
	He finished a row of figures, put down his pen, and stretched
causing his chair to creak.  He stood up and walked into the corridor and
into the adjoining office of his one employee, Ralph Roundtree.
	"I say, Roundtree..." began Splooge.
	"Yes, sir," said Ralph, swiveling around in his chair to address is
boss.
	"I experience such itching and general unpleasantness in my groin
region that I'm almost tempted to fire my charwoman.  I tell her time and
again to changed the laundry detergent to something a bit more gentle on
the fabrics, but she just ignores me."
	"Well, sir.  I could ask my wife what she uses.  I don't usually
have that problem," said Ralph.
	"I wish you would and get back to me as soon as you can," said
Splooge.  He warmly clapped a friendly hand on Ralph's shoulder.  "I
suppose you'll be looking forward to your week off for the Christmas
holiday?"
	"Ahh, indeed I am, sir.  My wife and I are visiting her sister in
Tunbridge Wells."
	"Jolly good.  By the way, is it warm enough in here for you?"
	"Yes, sir."
	"Well, if you desire more coal for your stove, don't hesitate to
take what you need."
	"Thank you, sir."
	"And one more thing, Roundtree.  Why don't you pop off to the
market and pick up some lunch for the two of us," said Splooge taking out a
few pounds notes.  "Some ham, cheese, and bread.  And a bottle of port
should do nicely."
	Ralph got up from his seat and took the money from Ebenezer.
"Thank you, sir.
	Be back in a flash," he said putting on his coat and top hat.
	Ebenezer sat back at his desk as Ralph went out the door.  This
confounded diddlywhacker was becoming intolerable.  He had to find relief
soon.  Perhaps he could flog the bishop while Ralph was to market.  He
unbottoned his trousers and was about to pull out his percy when he heard
the beadle ringing his bell and shouting about the boy for sale.
	Boy for sale! thought Ebenezer.  That's what I need.
	He stuffed his beef bayonet back into his pants and put on his coat
and hat.  He was out on the sidewalk within seconds.
	His initial declaration of "You, there, boy for sale," was lost in
the swift, turbulent wind.  It flew down his throat, choking him.  He
resorted to running the few yards up to the beadle.
	The beadle, upon seeing this frantic fellow descending upon him,
took up a rigid staunch as if to ward off blows.  You never can be to
careful on the streets.
	"You, there!  Are you the beadle?" shouted Ebenezer above the wind.
	"Indeed I am, sir.  State your business."
	"How much do you want for the boy?" asked Splooge trying not to be
too dazzled by the face and body of the young lad.
	"I see that you are a gentleman, sir.  For you.....two pounds,
ten."
	"Here's a five pound note," said Splooge thrusting the money into
his hand.  He then grabbed the boy marched off into the wind.
	"And a very Merry Christmas to you, sir!!!" shouted the beadle.
	As soon as Splooge entered his building, he ushered the sweet lad
into his office.  He noticed the lunch laid out on a table there which told
him that Ralph had returned and had partaken of his half of the food.  He
rushed to Ralph's room.
	"I say, Roundtree..."
	"Yes, sir."
	"I'll be in my office for the rest of the afternoon and I don't
want to be disturbed."
	"I'll honor your wishes.  Also, sir, you gave me much too much
money for lunch.  I placed the change on your desk," said Ralph.
	"Very good, Roundtree.  I'll see you in the morning."
	"Very good, sir."
	Ebenezer frantically rushed back into his office.  His erection,
alas, had not retreated one iota.  It was still as turgid and angry as
ever.  Splooge knew it needed immediate attention.  He closed his office
door and saw the young boy warming himself at the pot bellied stove.
	"What's your name, lad?" asked Ebenezer taking off his coat and
hat.
	"Dick Smedley, sir.  The fire is ever so nice," the boy replied.
	"There's food on the table for you.  Help yourself."
	Dick shouted with glee as he rushed over to the table and began
wolfing down the left-over lunch.  Splooge sat comfortably on the divan and
watched Dick eat.  His eyes focused on the lad's lips and tongue which were
in constant motion.  He was getting delirious with mounting sexual
excitement.
	The boy threw back a draft of port, belched, and sighed indicating
that he was done.  Ebenezer got up and guided him to the divan.  He sat the
boy down and stood next to him, his crotch level with his face.
	"What would be my duties, sir?"
	"Oh.....cleaning here and there, fetch and carry.  But your most
important duty is to take care of this," he said pulling out his thick, 7
inch, cock.
	The boy's eyes bulged.  He showed more wonder than fear.  When he
wrapped his hand around it, his fingers never met.  It was that large.
	Ebenezer gasped at the boy's touch.  "You're familiar with it,
then?"
	"Oh, yes, sir.  I serviced many a cock at the workhouse AND the
orphanage.  You could say that I was a favorite with all," said Dick as he
gently moved his hand back and forth.
	"Oh, that feels good, Dick."
	"Shall I suck it, sir?"
	"Indeed you must, but don't call me sir.  From now on call me
daddy."
	Dick giggled at that.  "Yes, daddy.  I'll suck it willingly and
joyously."  He then proceeded to bob his head on Splooge's cock.
	He was indeed a pretty lad.  His dirty blonde hair was long and
unkempt, but it added to his beauty.  He had three inches of Splooge's cock
in his mouth.  His left hand jacked as he sucked.
	"Oh, Dick, my boy.  Boy of mine, your ministrations are exquisite.
How much more can you get into your mouth?"
	Without answering, Dick grabbed Ebenezer by the buttocks and slowly
and fearlessly devoured the cock inch by inch until his lips met the pubic
hair.
	"OHHHHH, my wonderfully clever lad.  You're going to make me spend
very soon," said Ebenezer in a shaky voice.
	Dick's throat was as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey.  With one
hand he gently petted Ebenezer's balls and with the other hand he wormed a
finger into his asshole.
	Splooge's entire body lurched as if struck by an electrical charge.
"OHHHHH, Good Heaven's, I'M SPENDING.  I'M SPENDING!!!" he screamed as he
forcefully ejaculated into the pretty boy's mouth.  "DRINK IT DOWN, DRINK
IT DOWN, MY PRETTY LAD!!!!!"
	It certainly was a challenge, but Dick was able to swallow
Ebenezer's entire discharge.
	With trembling knees, Splooge collapsed onto the divan.  He pulled
Dick on top of him and began kissing all around his face in gratitude.
Then he concentrated on his lips.  They kissed luxuriously for many
minutes.
	Dick looked lovingly into his new master's eyes.  "Will you suck me
now, daddy.  I'm very hard."
	"I long for nothing more than your discharge sliding down my
throat," said Ebenezer.  He flopped Dick on his back on the divan and slid
his trousers to his ankles.  He consumed both the young boy's cock and
balls into his hot mouth.  The boy gripped Splooge's hair in his tight
fists pulling him tight against his crotch.
	High pitched squeals reverberated on the office walls as the boy
took his pleasure.  And it wasn't long before he, too, quivering in
ecstasy, shot an impressive load into his new daddy's mouth.  Ebenezer
chased the boy cum down with a small glass of port.
	"You'll come to live with me in my town house," said Ebenezer while
petting Dick's soft hair.  "You'll have no mother, I'm afraid.  I'm a
bachelor.  We'll spend many hours comforting each other.  Our love will
grow as the years go by.  And damn anyone who criticizes me for loving a
boy as a wife."
	Dick sighed as he caressed his daddy's face.
	"I love you, daddy," he said.
	Suddenly, the office door opened.  A stout, well-dressed older
gentleman with huge muttonchops stood there staring at the half nude man
and boy.
	"Mr. Scrooge?"
	"No, Splooge.  Scrooge's office is on the other side of town."
	"Sorry for the interruption.  And Merry Christmas," he said closing
the door.
	Ebenezer suddenly remembered something very important.  "Oh, by the
way.  Can you take it up the arse?"