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I don't know if there will ever be Vignette # 2 or Vignette # 3, but if such should develop in my idea I'll have ready made titles for them.

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At five in the afternoon on this betimes natural spring day the sun was already casting shadows. As Connor climbed the stairs to the stoop of the red brick row household his all trunk was sensitized in expectation of what would be required of him this day. He had a sense for it because he'd been ordered to get a evacuant the day before and throttle himself to discharge liquids. He didn't ring the bell or bang because he was expected at just this time.

He entered the front line hall and turned to the right. Through an archway he saw the conversant drawing elbow room. It was elegantly, though sparely furnished. But today there was a new piece of piece of furniture. A wide leather divan was placed in the very meat of the room, and on it, lying on his position, his head propped on one hand, was a naked man. He watched Connor expectantly.

"Connor, this is Eric,"said Rachel. She was young middle age, her hair drawn into a chignon, and wearing a plain full skirted, burgundy taffeta dress with match blackguard. Her heading was stately.

"Would you remove all your apparel here, where Eric can watch you ?"

Connor moved to the indicated place and hung his suit coat on the back of a nearby chair. He sat down to slip off his shoes and socks and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood to eat up with his shirt, baring his thorax, it became obvious where Eric's preferences lay. By the meter Connor had removed the residual of his clothes, Eric's erection was complete.

Connor's own genitals quickened as he basked in the humiliation of being displayed to this man as a sex object.

"Alright, Connor, now I want you to stake yourself on Eric and bring him to climax."

A visible waving of compression traversed Connor's belly. He had never been with a man. The prognosis was daunting and tantalizing, especially knowing Rachel would be watching. He approached and Eric obligingly turned on his backrest and raised his subdivision to grasp the decorative post placed crosswise at the end of the sofa. He was about Connor's size of it and age and beautifully muscled. Connor placed one knee on the near side of the lounge and swung his other across Eric so that he was kneeling at the veracious space. He was vividly aware of his leg enclosing the smooth skin of Eric's English and hips. When the tip of his still mostly flaccid penis trailed across the haircloth on Eric's belly it stiffened a bit more.

He reached behind and took Eric's erection in his hired hand and guided the tip to his anus. He leaned back, against Eric. It took some maneuvering to head the other man into himself. And it was terrible, but a welcome pain. Finally the head of the penis passed the sphincter, causing more botheration for Connor and a lot joy for Eric. He grinned up at Connor and arched his hips.

Now that the erection could slew into him fully, Connor was overcome by a sense that he had, indeed, been impaled, that he was a forfeit for Rachel. He arched his back, to better feel the invasion. But then his pain in the neck began to be mixed with pleasure. As he moved forward and game it was as if he were pumping Thomas More and more blood into his own penis. His breath quickened.

"wait,"said Rachel."Can you hesitate a minute ?"She raised a camera to her eye and tripped a flash."I'll have this enlarged and string up it over the fireplace."Connor experienced an erotic rush at the prospect of his humiliation being displayed at Rachel's whim to who knew how many people.

"Now, Connor, don't come before Eric is done. OK. Resume."

They did, with Eric taking over the rhythm. Connor's erection was as unshakable and hard as it had ever been. His need left no room for any former persuasion. He tried to slacken his breathing until Eric came with a cry. At that Rachel gripped Connor and stroked him up and down. He panted loudly until his seminal fluid sprayed over Eric's dresser and he collapsed on the other man. At that Eric slipped out of him and Rachel laid her mitt affectionately on the situation where he had been. The two men's orgasms gradually subsided and Rachel told them to take up a shower down together.

The shower was orotund enough for two, with nozzles above and on three face. Because he was still within Rachel's sphere, Connor remained passive when Eric stroked him lightly. Rubbed a nipple with his forefinger. Cupped his orb. It was not unpleasant. Connor accepted the salvific press when Eric washed his sore anus with his soapy hand.

After toweling off the men re-entered the lottery elbow room where Rachel was sitting relaxed in an easy chairwoman. Connor kneeled before her. Eric dressed in jean and a tee shirt and quietly exited the sign of the zodiac. Alone now they watched Connor 's penis grow. He offered the erection to Rachel for her farther amusement.

AFTERWORD

Much thanks to visioneer at LushStories.com for helping to fine tune this little opus of committal to writing .