foreword

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

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At five in the afternoon on this former spring day the sun was already casting shadows. As Connor climbed the steps to the stoep of the red brick row house his altogether body 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 pack a purgative the day before and restrict himself to discharge liquid state. He didn't ring the Alexander Graham Bell or whack because he was expected at just this time.

He entered the front end hall and turned to the right. Through an archway he saw the familiar draftsmanship way. It was elegantly, though sparely furnished. But today there was a new piece of furniture. A all-embracing leather divan was placed in the very center of the room, and on it, lying on his side, his head propped on one hand, was a naked man. He watched Connor expectantly.

"Connor, this is Eric,"said Rachel. She was young midsection age, her pilus drawn into a chignon, and wearing a plain stitch full skirted, burgundy taffeta dress with matching heels. Her bearing was stately.

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

Connor moved to the indicated place and hung his wooing coat on the backbone of a nearby chair. He sat down to slip off his place and socks and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood to terminate with his shirt, baring his chest, it became obvious where Eric's preference lay. By the time Connor had removed the rest of his clothes, Eric's erecting was complete.

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

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

A visible wave of condensation traversed Connor's abdomen. He had never been with a man. The panorama was daunting and tantalizing, especially knowing Rachel would be watching. He approached and Eric obligingly turned on his back and raised his blazonry to get the picture the ornamental billet placed crosswise at the end of the couch. He was about Connor's size and age and beautifully muscled. Connor placed one genu on the near slope of the couch and swung his early across Eric so that he was kneeling at the right place. He was vividly mindful of his legs enclosing the liquid skin of Eric's sides and hips. When the tip of his still mostly flaccid penis trailed across the hair on Eric's belly it stiffened a bit more.

He reached behind and took Eric's erection in his 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 welcome pain. Finally the fountainhead of the penis passed the sphincter, causing more pain for Connor and much pleasure for Eric. He grinned up at Connor and arched his hips.

Now that the erection could slide into him fully, Connor was overcome by a sentiency that he had, indeed, been impaled, that he was a ritual killing for Rachel. He arched his back, to better finger the intrusion. But then his painful sensation began to be mixed with pleasure. As he moved forward and back it was as if he were pumping to a greater extent and more blood into his own penis. His breath quickened.

"Wait,"said Rachel."Can you pause a minute ?"She raised a camera to her eye and tripped a flash."I'll have this enlarged and hang up it over the fireplace."Connor experienced an titillating 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 musical rhythm. Connor's erection was as starchy and hard as it had ever been. His need left no room for any early thoughts. He tried to slack his breathing until Eric came with a cry. At that Rachel gripped Connor and stroked him up and down. He panted loudly until his cum sprayed over Eric's chest and he collapsed on the other man. At that Eric slipped out of him and Rachel laid her hand affectionately on the place where he had been. The two men's orgasms gradually subsided and Rachel told them to guide a exhibitioner together.

The shower bath was expectant enough for two, with nozzles above and on three sides. Because he was still within Rachel's sphere, Connor remained passive when Eric stroked him lightly. Rubbed a nipple with his forefinger. Cupped his balls. It was not unpleasant. Connor accepted the salvific pressing 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 well-fixed chair. Connor kneeled before her. Eric dressed in jean and a tee shirt and quietly exited the mansion. Alone now they watched Connor 's penis grow. He offered the erection to Rachel for her further amusement.

AFTERWORD

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