foreword

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

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At five in the good afternoon on this too soon spring day the sun was already casting shadows. As Connor climbed the stride to the stoop of the red brick row house his unanimous consistence was sensitized in anticipation of what would be required of him this day. He had a mother wit for it because he'd been ordered to call for a physic the day before and restrict himself to clear liquids. He didn't ring the bell or knocking because he was expected at just this time.

He entered the front end hall and turned to the rightfield. Through an arch he saw the familiar drawing room. It was elegantly, though sparely furnished. But today there was a new piece of furniture. A wide leather divan was placed in the very inwardness of the room, and on it, lying on his side, his straits propped on one hand, was a naked man. He watched Connor expectantly.

"Connor, this is Eric,"said Rachel. She was young midsection age, her hair drawn into a chignon, and wearing a knit good skirted, burgundy taffeta dress with matching heel. Her charge was stately.

"Would you remove all your wearing apparel here, where Eric can look on you ?"

Connor moved to the indicated place and hang his courting pelage on the spine of a nearby chair. He sat down to slip off his shoes and socks and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood to finish up with his shirt, baring his chest, it became obvious where Eric's preferences lay. By the time Connor had removed the respite of his clothes, Eric's hard-on was complete.

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

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

A seeable waving of contractions traversed Connor's abdominal cavity. 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 arms to grasp the decorative post placed crosswise at the end of the lounge. He was about Connor's sizing and age and beautifully muscled. Connor placed one knee on the near side of the couch and swung his other across Eric so that he was kneeling at the right place. He was vividly cognisant of his legs enclosing the smooth skin of Eric's sides and rosehip. When the tip of his still mostly flaccid penis trailed across the hair on Eric's belly it stiffened a bit more.

He reached seat and took Eric's erecting in his hired hand and guided the tip to his anus. He leaned back, against Eric. It took some maneuvering to guide the other man into himself. And it was painful, but a receive nuisance. Finally the chief of the phallus passed the sphincter, causing more pain for Connor and very much pleasure for Eric. He grinned up at Connor and arched his hips.

Now that the erecting could slide 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 rear, to better find the encroachment. But then his pain began to be mixed with pleasure. As he moved forward and back it was as if he were pumping Sir Thomas More and more lineage into his own penis. His intimation quickened.

"Wait,"said Rachel."Can you pause a min ?"She raised a photographic camera to her eye and tripped a news bulletin."I'll have this enlarged and pay heed it over the fireplace."Connor experienced an erotic kick at the panorama 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 tight and gruelling as it had ever been. His need left no room for any former thoughts. He tried to slow his breathing until Eric came with a cry. At that Rachel gripped Connor and stroked him up and down. He panted loudly until his semen sprayed over Eric's chest and he collapsed on the other man. At that Eric slipped out of him and Rachel laid her mitt affectionately on the topographic point where he had been. The two men's orgasms gradually subsided and Rachel told them to take a rain shower together.

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

After toweling off the men re-entered the drawing elbow room where Rachel was sitting relaxed in an easy hot seat. Connor kneeled before her. Eric dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and quietly exited the menage. Alone now they watched Connor 's penis grow. He offered the erection to Rachel for her advance amusement.

AFTERWORD

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