I got up I recollect next day ashamed of myself, and felt worse, when he
remarked, "What beasts we made ourselves last night." What changes since
then. Two of the five found graves in the Crimea, the third is dead
also; Henry and I alone alive. He with a big family, with sons nearly as
old as he was at the time of the frigging matches. I wonder if he ever
thinks of them, wonder if he ever has told his wife.
I spent much time now in this leg inspection and frigging myself, till
I could scarcely get semen out of me. I hated myself for it, yet went on
doing it, when luckily I lost the exciting sights. Some women happened
to look down and saw us. A man without a hat came several times and
looked down the gratings. Henry's father came to the manufactory, as
he often did, went into the stores, asked who had opened the area-door,
locked it up, had a new lock put on, and forbad anyone to go into the
stores excepting to get out the guns, and so we lost our game. We never
asked a question, nor made a remark on the matter; and came to the
conclusion, that some one had complained to the linendraper that persons
were looking up the women's legs, and that he had written to Henry's
father on the matter.
I went home used up, and in a state of indescribable disgust with
myself, entirely ceased masturbation, and in a month went again to visit
my friend,--he had found out another grating.
The back of the manufactory as said was in a _cul-de-sac_. There were
but the manufactory and stables in it. The workmen entered that side.
There were gratings, and coal-vaults beneath the street similar to those
beneath the linendraper's shop. Workmen's wives bringing their husbands'
dinners, used to stand and sometimes sit down over the gratings, but
their legs when seen were rarely worth the seeing; it was usually but a
sight of dingy petticoats, and dirty stockings. We were however content
to look up at them, for they belonged to women, but soon tired of doing
so.
One night (we had never been there at night before), for some reason
or the other which I don't recollect we went down and found two women
pissing down the grating, then a man and woman together, and discovered
it to be the pissing-place of the gay women, in the main thoroughfare;
and where if the nights were dark, couples used to come for a grope, a
frig, or even for a fuck at times. The pissing often took place over a
grating, we could hear, and feel, but not see.
Then we got a common dark lantern, had the top shade taken of, and a
funnel, or short chimney put with a slide, so that when we pushed the
slide off, the light shot up through the chimney, and throw a strong
light on a circle about one foot across. With this we went down waiting
till we heard some one above, then opened the light and saw what was to
be seen. Sometimes we waited for hours without seeing anything, but it
is astonishing what cute-loving, baudy young men will go through for the
sake of seeing a woman's privates. At other times we saw a good deal. If
it were a light night, we saw nothing. No one knew we went down at those
hours, the workmen had gone, and the private staircase from the dwelling
house at any time let us into the factory; from the factory we could go
anywhere on the premises.
When we heard feet, or a rustle of petticoats over the grating, taking
up the light we sometimes saw a white hum, a split gaping like a dog
with its throat cut, and a stream of water splashing from it. We never
used to move, but sooner than not see it all and as well as possible,
let the stream come over us. Sometimes two women came together;
sometimes we could hear to our mortification that they were pissing on
the pavement close by, without coming over the grating. We could often
hear their conversation. Now and then a woman shit down the grating,
we used to watch the turds squeeze out with a fart or two, with great
amusement. Once a man did the same, we saw prick, balls, and turd, all
hanging down together, we could not help laughing, and off he shuffled
as if he had been shot. He must have heard us.
There was one woman whose face we never saw, but who came and pissed
over a grating so regularly every evening, and sometimes twice; that we
knew her arse perfectly. We lost sight of her and used to wonder if she
had found us out, for she finished one night with such a loud fart, that
we laughed out,--and she must have heard us.
One night half a dozen ladies came, we knew they were ladies by their
manner and conversation, which we could hear perfectly, there being no
carriage traffic in the street. "Can anyone see?" said one. "No," said
another, "make haste." We heard the usual leafy rustle, and immediately
a tremendous stream was heard; then two more sat down close together.
I turned on the light at all risks, there were two pretty white little
bums above us, with the gaping cunts, they were of quite young girls,
without a hair on them; the women then were scared I suppose, for they
moved. One said, "Make haste, don't be foolish, nobody is coming." A
rustle again, off went the slide, up went the light; what a big round
bum, what a great black-haired open cunt did we see, and a stream of
water as if from a fire-engine. "Oh! there is a light down there," said
one. Up went the bum, piss still straining down, down went the clothes,
and all were off like lightening.
Another night we heard two pairs of feet above us, one was the heavy
footstep of a man. "Don't be foolish, he won't know," said a man in a
very low tone. "Oh I no,--no, I dare not," said a female voice, and the
feet with a little rustling moved to another grating. Henry and I moved
on also. "You shall, no one comes here, no one can see us," said the
man in a still lower tone. "Oh! I am so frightened," said the female. A
little gentle scuffling now took place, and then all seemed quiet but a
slight movement of the feet. "Are they there?" whispered Henry from
the vault. I nudged him to quiet, and putting the light as high up as I
could, pushed aside the slide a little only.
We were well rewarded. Just above our heads were two pairs of feet, one
pair wide apart; and hanging only partly at her back the garments of
a female; in front the trousers of a man with the knees projecting
slightly forward between the female's legs, and higher up a bag of balls
were hanging down hiding nearly the belly and channel, which the prick
was taking. The distended legs between which the balls moved, enabled us
however to get a glimpse of the arse-hole and of a cunt. The movement of
the ballocks showed the vigor with which the man was fucking, but there
must have been some inequality in height; and either he was very tall,
or she very short; for his knees and feet moved out at times into
different positions. He then ceased for an instant his shoving, as if
to arrange himself in a fresh and more convenient posture, and then the
lunges recommenced. He must have had his hands on her naked rump, from
the way her clothes hung, showing her legs up to her belly, or to where
his breeches hid it, or where the clothes fell down which were over his
arm.
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