top between the facing seats across the aisle. He knocked my legs apart in a wide stance, with my feet on the floor; my chest on the table top, held down with a strong hand; my butt waving out into the aisle; and my face up against a porthole, where, nonsensically, I watched the world of patterned fields and small towns drift by below us, as CJ’s huge dick plowed ever deeper into me. He was as gentle as possible under the circumstances, but the pain nearly overwhelmed the pleasurable feeling of taking him into me and listening to the murmurs of ecstasy of a man who held my career in his hands just as he now was holding my engorged cock and balls in his hand.

After having gotten who knows how far into me, CJ started a rhythmic pumping action with his rod, at first finely controlled, but near the end in what was more of a wild frenzy. Whether or not he had intended to do so, he shot off inside me, and I felt like a fountain was gushing up toward my stomach. I can’t say I was sorry when the pumping had stopped, but now I was sure that I’d be able to endure anything that this Binggum guy was likely to expect of me. CJ laid his chest down along my back and nibbled on my ear as he started a concentrated pumping action on my own cock with his huge fist. I turned my head, and we were in a long kiss when I came yet again. He then withdrew from my ass, helped me to rise, and hugged and kissed me when he’d helped me up. Then we both collapsed onto the heavily carpeted floor of the center aisle, our bodies entwined in a close embrace.

“That was wonderful,” CJ whispered into my ear. “You did just great. I would never have known this was your first time for all this—except maybe for the tightness of that lovely ass of yours.”

“So, do you think I will do for this CEO we have to impress,” I whispered back to CJ. “He couldn’t have a cock any bigger and thicker than yours, could he?”

“Ummm, I doubt you have to worry about that,” CJ said after a lengthy pause. “Binggum’s pretty much strictly a bottom. Except when he can get fresh meat—or nearly fresh meat. He’s always after me to find him a tight ass. He’s not really interested unless the hole has rarely been used. Of course, that wouldn't be you, I suppose, if tell him the truth.”

I chomped on that a moment and decided to backtrack a bit by asking, “What’s a bottom?”

“A bottom is a taker rather than a giver in ass fucking. I’m afraid I haven’t been fair with you. I didn’t have to test you in this department, but you’re so luscious, I couldn’t resist. I was crazy to be your first. And I’ll have to say that you have one tight, luscious ass.”

“That’s okay,” I responded, “I’m glad you were my first. But I’m afraid it may all be downhill if I ever do this again.”

“Of course we’ll do this again,” CJ whispered. “I’m even more mad for you after having had you than I was before.” With this, he rolled me over to where he could give me a deep, wet kiss, and he returned one hand to fondling my dick and balls.

“So,