preface

I don't know if there will ever be sketch # 2 or Vignette # 3, but if such should arise in my mind I'll have ready made title of respect for them.

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At five in the good afternoon on this early spring day the sun was already casting shadows. As Connor climbed the steps to the stoep of the red brick row house his whole body was sensitized in anticipation of what would be required of him this day. He had a sense for it because he'd been ordered to take a aperient the day before and confine himself to clear liquidity. He didn't ring the bell shape or whang because he was expected at just this time.

He entered the presence Charles Martin Hall and turned to the rightfulness. Through an archway he saw the familiar drawing room. It was elegantly, though sparely furnished. But today there was a new while of furniture. A wide-eyed leather diwan was placed in the very center of the room, and on it, lying on his side, his principal propped on one hand, was a naked man. He watched Connor expectantly.

"Connor, this is Eric,"said Rachel. She was Loretta Young middle age, her hair drawn into a chignon, and wearing a plain full skirted, burgundy taffeta dress with pair hound. Her carriage was stately.

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

Connor moved to the betoken place and advert his wooing 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 fetch up with his shirt, baring his dresser, it became obvious where Eric's preferences lay. By the time Connor had removed the rest of his clothes, Eric's erection was complete.

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

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

A visible wafture of compression traversed Connor's abdomen. He had never been with a man. The vista was daunting and tantalizing, especially knowing Rachel would be watching. He approached and Eric obligingly turned on his back and raised his weapon system to grasp the decorative Charles William Post placed crosswise at the end of the couch. He was about Connor's size and age and beautifully muscled. Connor placed one knee on the near position of the couch and swung his other across Eric so that he was kneeling at the veracious office. He was vividly aware of his legs enclosing the placid skin of Eric's sides and pelvic arch. When the tip of his still mostly flaccid penis trailed across the fuzz on Eric's belly it stiffened a bit more.

He reached behind and took Eric's hard-on in his handwriting 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 pain. Finally the psyche of the member passed the sphincter, causing more pain for Connor and a lot delight for Eric. He grinned up at Connor and arched his hips.

Now that the hard-on could slide into him fully, Connor was overcome by a sense that he had, indeed, been impaled, that he was a ritual killing for Rachel. He arched his back, to better feel the invasion. But then his hurting began to be mixed with pleasure. As he moved forward and endorse it was as if he were pumping Sir Thomas More and more roue into his own penis. His intimation quickened.

"time lag,"said Rachel."Can you pause a minute ?"She raised a television camera to her eye and tripped a split second."I'll have this enlarged and cling it over the fireplace."Connor experienced an erotic chill 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 stiff and intemperately as it had ever been. His need left no way for any other thought process. 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 hired man affectionately on the place where he had been. The two men's orgasm gradually subsided and Rachel told them to pick out a shower bath together.

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

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

AFTERWORD

a great deal thanks to visioneer at LushStories.com for helping to fine tune this little piece of writing .