The Pursuit of Manliness

"Yes indeed! A toast to the fairer sex!" said Colonel Norman without conviction, opening a bottle of malt whiskey and pouring it into two of the small glasses that he owned that otherwise would be used to hold tea.

From Colonel Norman's perspective, a night out in the brothel was unlikely to be a success, but he took along with him not only Colonel Nichols, but several of the more junior officers whose very lack of sexual adventurousness meant that he had much neglected them over the year. It was on their recommendations that he and Colonel Nichols, together with these officers, took a rickshaw to a gaudy brothel, brightly lit candles everywhere, there to be offered alcohol, opium, marijuana and women.

Colonel Norman indulged in alcohol, he smoked some opium, but he ignored the women as best he could. It was difficult to avoid them, of course, as they fell all over him, their bosoms bare and their nipples showing, sometimes opening wide their legs to reveal a hairy nothingness where surely a something should be. Skinny, scrawny, dark-skinned native girls who spoke execrable English and those few words they knew seemed to be only to do with sex. 

"You want fucky fucky?" one girl asked Colonel Norman, while Colonel Nichols was regarding him, three girls with their arms around him and one of them with a hand already inside his britches. Colonel Norman looked across at his fellow soldier, who smirked in a jovial self-satisfied way, and conjectured more on the size of the member the girl had uncovered than he did on anything else.

"You got big dicky!" exclaimed the girl fondling inside Colonel Nichols' britches. "Want fucky fucky? Three girl. Good price."

"Yes, by God I do!" said Colonel Nichols with a grin. He stood up, with two girls around his shoulders, and the third still with a hand inside his britches. They gradually slithered into more comfortable positions. "How about you, Norman? You want to join these three fine hussies? Or do you want to stay with your own little flower?"

There was probably a note of irony in Colonel Nichols' remark, because the three most attractive girls the madam had supplied the officers were the three who had gravitated around Colonel Nichols, perhaps scenting his masculine potency, whilst after the other officer's were allocated prostitutes, the one left for Colonel Norman was surely the most unhealthy and scrawny of them all. Madame Seth's whores had a nose for a man's eagerness for sex with women sharper than Colonel Norman's own for men who wanted sex with other men,

"I'll be fine, Nichols. You go ahead and enjoy yourself. I shall stay here with my own little fucky fucky."

"Well, best of luck, Norman old boy," said Colonel Nichols making his way with the three whores clinging to him and his clothes, whilst the one grasping the colonel's erect member was excitedly discussing it with her two colleagues.

Colonel Norman had no appetite for sex with the whore who had assigned herself to him, but he was far too gentlemanly not to pay for her services even though he had no intention of actually using them, He let her idle with his penis, which under her ministrations steadfastly refused to get erect, while listening to the punctuated gasps and shrieks and groans coming from the room, and the bed within it, where Colonel Nichols was taking full advantage of the three whores who had attached themselves to him.

At one stage, Colonel Norman even saw Colonel Nichols, fully naked, his fine member displayed, as he stood at the doorway of the room where his whores still lay on the bed, and ordered some more wine from the coolie who was sitting on a chair waiting for just such commands.

"Why, hello there, Norman old chap!" he roared, his penis erect and a full foot in length, the size (would you believe it!) of Colonel Norman's own member when erect. But not now, of course, as it limped sorrowfully over the side of the divan where he sat, not so much spent as unused. "Done and dusted?"

"Indeed, Nichols!" Colonel Norman lied. "And a fine wench she was too!"

Later, back at the barracks, Colonel Norman was feeling very much frustrated. He'd had his penis twiddled and twisted so much by the young whore that it was sore and raw, but it had not fully come to life and it most certainly hadn't relieved itself. What was even worse was that in this moment of dire need for release with a willing soldier, the colonel was to be sharing his room with another whose appetite was quite clearly for women. An appetite he learnt had been well sated with the three hussies with whom he had entrusted his need for gratification.

The rickshaw driver ran off, carrying his now empty carriage behind him, while Colonel Norman contemplated whether he could risk a visit to Corporal Knight or even Private Godley. But he decided against it. Instead, he meekly followed his fellow colonel into their quarters and collapsed on the bed.

"Damned fine whores, Norman old boy!" exclaimed Colonel Nichols pulling off his shirt with just one vigorous pull, and standing bare-chested in only his britches and bare feet. Colonel Norman gulped involuntarily as he regarded the sculpted torso of his equal ranking officer.

"Indeed they were!" lied Colonel Norman. "Damnably fine!"

His mind however was focused on the descent of Colonel Nichol's britches, under which he could see the bulging cock pressing against the cloth. And soon they were off, and Colonel Nichols stood naked and unembarrassed by his bed, his penis still half-erect sprinkled with a light powdering which no doubt was what was left of the semen and female orgasm that had earlier lubricated it. Colonel Nichols strode naked over to Colonel Norman and stood in front of him, that half-erect penis so temptingly close to his eyes. And such a magnificent penis! Surely a cock of proportions at least equal to his own.