Cushing Tailors

A month later, Lord Burleigh (Thomas) and his wife Caroline were at Langham Hall, Lord Haverford’s (William) rambling country estate to spend the weekend. Also in attendance were William’s wife Penelope’s sister, Charlotte and her husband, the novelist Arthur Winston.

Friday  was spent exchanging pleasantries, getting settled in and having a dinner party in the cavernous dining room attended by local grandees. Saturday, there was riding and croquet. Dinner was less formal with just three couples, afterward, the ladies adjourned to the gazebo and the gentleman to the library. There was brandy, cigars and pontificating over the current political and world scene.

“I say, isn’t that a Cushing suit?” said Thomas. He’d been intrigued by Arthur after earlier noticing the very subtly woven pattern in the form of a C on the breast pocket of Arthur’s black dinner jacket. Mr. Cushing helpfully added this stealthy flourish to all his garments so that his customers might identify each other in the outside world.

“Why, yes it is” said Arthur whose face was growing crimson. “Impeccable quality.”

“I am aware of Cushing’s qualities” said Thomas. “My suit is by Cushing and so is William’s” he said, grabbing Arthur’s hand and placing it on his crotch. “Feel the craftsmanship.” Arthur was stunned at being forced to handle the hefty bulge of Thomas’ massive balls and large hard prick encased in his snug black trousers. “The clerks at Cushing’s are so accommodating, don’t you think? I gather that the Irishman is up your alley.”

Though his hand was released, Arthur was still grasping Thomas’ rod through the luxurious fabric of the suit. “I am familiar with Murphy” quietly said Arthur.

“Thomas and I are  drawn to the charms of the blonde lad” said William as he unzipped his fly and took out his raging prick. “Cards on the table. We’re all after a variation of the same thing and we should have it!”

“Go on with it, man!” said Thomas to Arthur as he widened his stance. Arthur, fired up and without hesitation, unzipped Thomas’ fly and after rifling through his knickers, pulled out Thomas’ fantastic appendage and wanked it, feeling its omnipotence. Arthur, possessed by Thomas’ awesome presence, and consumed with this unexpected opportunity to have what he so profoundly desired, dropped to his knees.

He was delirious at now seeing Thomas’ endowment up close and taken aback by its size, as it was even larger than Aiden’s. “Go ahead!” growled Thomas. Arthur took it in his mouth and reverently licked Thomas’ pride and joy. Arthur’s handsome face, framed by his semi-long blonde hair was now contorted by having Thomas swelling and leaking prick down his throat. Thomas stood over Arthur and savored being serviced by Arthur’s attentive and expert lips and tongue. Arthur also paid attention to Thomas’ flowing balls.

“I’ll have a go” said William, wanking his impressive manhood. Arthur than lavished it with his mouth. The two mighty lords stood side by side as their long thick pricks were demonically sucked by the submissive author.

“We mustn’t soil our finery” chuckled Thomas as he removed his clothes. Soon, all three men were naked. They were all in peak physical condition and their mighty erections added to the erotic tableau. Arthur instinctively crept up onto a centuries-old carved mahogany table, placed himself on his hands and knees, displaying his pale arse cheeks and hairy crack.

“As my guest I insist you have first dibs” said William to Thomas.

“Since you insist!” chuckled Thomas.

There was the harsh sound of Thomas producing a generous supply of spittle to coat Arthur’s arse crack and then to lubricate his bountiful prick. He thrust his hips forward and in a quick motion impaled Arthur’s innards with his prick. Arthur’s howling from the roughest fucking he’d ever experienced was symphonic as it was accompanied by the sound of Thomas’ heavy balls slapping against his arse. He thrusted back at Thomas and soon the two were in a frenzied unison of intercourse. 

William was quite aroused by this erotic spectacle and strode to the front of the table and put his prick to Arthur’s face. His prick was now being devoured by Arthur who was driven to ecstasy at being worked over by two such robust cocksmen at both ends for the first time. He gurgled with joy as his arse was being rammed by Thomas’ prick and the fiery sensation of William’s organ ramming his mouth. Thomas let out a shout as he reached his climax, flooding Arthur with his spunk. Withdrawing his prick, displayed Arthur’s stretched hole leaking with seed.

William’s flaring hardon was then brusquely inserted in and up into Arthur’s nether regions and a second merciless shagging began. Arthur’s bliss was manifested by his sobbing and his own sizable erection which in short time was expending a large quantity of spunk all over the antique table. William’s orgasm was comparable, as afterward when he pulled out, the glistening comingled seed of the two lords dribbled from Arthur’s arse as if it were a fountain.

Whilst this ravaging took place, Thomas had put on a robe from a closet, gone to the kitchen, explained to the staff that there’d been an accident with spilled drinks and returned to the library with towels and a basin of warm soapy water. “Hurry!” said William. The three men said nothing of the incident, cleaned themselves up and dressed. 

The three couples were now in the conservatory, sipping sherry, for the evening’s other entertainment. A notable middle-aged female opera singer had been engaged to a perform selection of arias, accompanied by her accomplished pianist.

Sunday morning, after the three couples went to church, the ladies ambled through the village to shop and to lunch. The men adjourned to the inn where they took a room, “to play cards.” There, Thomas, William and Arthur, spent the afternoon fornicating. The lust between them was unique as they were seized by the novelty of engaging in these acts with those of their own class and not paid social inferiors.

Back at the house, there were gregarious farewells before Thomas and Caroline and Arthur and Charlotte were driven to the train station. “What a splendid weekend!” exclaimed the cheery Caroline, as the two couples sat in a first class compartment on their way back to London.