“For medical use in conjunction with Dr. Young’s Rectal Dilators–A proven cure for constipation, headaches, and insanity. Swift’s unguent will relax the sphincter for safe and comfortable insertion.”
I sat beside my lover with the lacquer box on my lap smiling so widely my face ached. Sebastian laughed loudly,
“Well, if using it cures insanity let’s give it a go!” he said, unscrewing the lid and taking a sniff.
“Doesn’t smell too bad… clove oil, camphor, and lavender.” He looked up at me with glittering eyes. “What have you got there?”
I opened the lid of the black lacquer box and showed my lover what it held. Sebastian sat up, put the jar of unguent on the cabinet top then reached into the box and drew out the Japanese carved Ivory dildo.
“This has quite a strange story to it?” I informed.
“Do tell!” He said, running his fingers up and down the beautifully carved rod.
“I obtained the contents of a house in Dorset that was for sale. One of my assistants found a wrapped package with a letter in the bottom drawer of a rather fine oak chest of drawers. He brought it to me, and when I unwrapped it, I found this.” I said gesturing to the ivory phallus that Sebastian was caressing.
“The letter was from the fiancée of a Miss Emeline Pratchett. She was to marry a sailor named Jake Wetherby. While on a journey in the Orient, Weatherby obtained what he called a ‘Ladies Companion’. In the letter he suggested that Miss Emeline use it in preparation for his homecoming and their wedding night.”
“No!” Sebastian said in faux shock. “What happened?”
“We discovered that the marriage never took place. Miss Emeline Pratchett eloped with the Landowner’s son before Weatherby made port and the gift was never opened.”
“Well, to think our new companion never got a maiden voyage!”
I straddled the end of the chaise-longue and Sebastian wrapped his ankles around my hips.
“I think we can do something about that, don’t you, my boy?” I ran my hands up and down Sebastian’s pale soft inner thighs, his gaze skewering me with his desire. I leaned forward pushing my hands higher, over his flat abdomen with its trail of ginger-blond hair and up to his firm athletic pectorals and erect nipples. Sebastian bit his lower lip and then rose to bite mine, the nips, and pecks ever playful.
I pulled back and taking hold of Sebastian’s legs behind the knees pushed his thighs to his chest revealing the pink pucker surrounded by a smattering of ginger-blond hair. I leaned in and laved a tentative stroke of my tongue. Sebastian had washed and smelled musky and masculine. He sighed out his pleasure as I went to work licking and relaxing his entrance.
“Ah, that’s it, just the ticket!” He praised. I worshipped him for several minutes until he was moaning incoherently.
Sebastian blindly reached for the jar, and I took a generous scoop of Dr. Swift’s unguent. The greasy fragrant salve was pushed inside Sebastian’s fundament and then in slow swirls, spread around his pucker. Sebastian prepared the Ivory dildo.
“It looks rather big, are you sure you can accommodate it?” I asked with concern.
“I don’t know, but we’ll give it a damn good try!”
“That’s my boy!” I encouraged with a sentimental grin.
Sebastian shivered, “I do love it when you call me your boy!” He admitted. A lump of emotion leaped to close off my throat. I couldn’t speak such was the feeling of adoration filling me. And so instead I took Sebastian’s glistening plump head into my mouth. His eyes rolled back and he let out an animalistic, guttural moan. Every single thing about this man excited me beyond my imaginings. I drew off his length,
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. Do it!” Sebastian was exposing himself to me in the most submissive way I could imagine. His look was hungry and mischievous as he passed the Ivory phallus to me. I rubbed more lubricant on to it before presenting the head to Sebastian’s entrance. He braced, gripping his calves as I slowly inserted the dildo.
“Yessss!” He grunted as his channel was filled.
“How does it feel?”
“Gods, it’s big, big and solid, so solid. Move it will you?” I did as commanded and Sebastian’s head fell back with pleasure as the smooth shaft slid effortlessly in and out.
“Oh yess…” he hissed, “It’s shaped so it rubs the prostate. I can assure you…this was not made for a woman.” Cavell sounded drunk with lust and if I continued in this vein I am sure he would spend quickly. After a few more strokes I pulled the phallus out and levered myself up from the chaise.
“Now it’s my turn!” We changed places and I lay back on the chaise and drew my knees to my chest to give Sebastian access to prepare me. How many times had I imagined sharing a scenario like this with a special friend? Sebastian took his time, loving me with his fingers and tongue until I was a whimpering mess of a man. He readied his cock, stroking the rod with Dr. Swift’s unguent until it glistened.
“When you are seated inside me we will insert the phallus into you,” I explained. Sebastian gave me a filthy, boyish grin. He presented his prick to my entrance and eased his slick cock inside, filling me with molten heat. Then he leaned forward pressing me into the green silk of the chaise. He thrust, the force of it making me grunt. The unguent made the slip and slide of penetration effortless and with his slick member filling me, completing me; I wanted to offer Sebastian the feeling of fullness too.
Taking the Ivory dildo in his hand, he found his fundament and slid the carved shaft
