the sofa behind him on his knees. I moved around to the side and went down on my knees on the floor, freeing Binggum’s leg. CJ reached over and took a pillow from the back of the couch, lifted Binggum’s hips, stuffed the pillow under and up to Binggum’s hipline so that his butt was suspended in the air, and lifted both of Binggum’s legs over his shoulders. Binggum was propping himself up on his elbows, getting as good a look over my head of what CJ was doing as possible. CJ slowly walked into Binggum’s butt on his knees. I moved my hand back down to Binggum’s asshole and stretched the rim. I could feel CJ’s cockhead flopping against Binggum’s ass and my fingers. Binggum was moaning again and giving little shudders of anticipation. I took CJ’s cock in my hands and guided his glans to Binggum’s asshole. CJ bellied in closer, and I helped push the head of his cock further into the hole. Binggum moaned a quiet “No,” and started to reach down with his hand. But I collapsed his other elbow prop, and he fell back onto the sofa, as CJ glided several inches into the hole. I ran my hand up Binggum’s stomach and chest and held him down with my hand just below the Adam’s apple. He probably could have fought me off, but he was getting what he wanted—much more of a appetizer than I thought we’d give him—so he just played at struggling, playing the powerless victim.

“Oh, Man, that’s nice,” CJ said in a husky voice. “I remember this ass. This is such a nice ass. I’d never forget it.” I thought maybe CJ was laying this lust for a customer thing on a bit thick, but I was sure that Binggum was loving it. I took my mouth from Binggum’s dick and moved it up his stomach to his nipples, where I gave him some loving and rimming. I left his dick encased in my hands, though, and was keeping track of how close to shooting off for a second time he was coming. I turned my head and lay it on Binggum’s chest and watched CJ go to work. And work he did. At first I could see him coming in closer on Binggum, and I could tell by Binggum’s grunts that CJ was slowly moving deeper. But he must have reached an impasse of some sort, because he took hold of Binggum’s legs and pulled them wide. He got in a little further after that, I think, but he was looking a little perturbed. Suddenly however, he just plunged all the way in. Binggum gave a little scream, flopped around, and huskily cried, “Oh God, please save me. He’s splitting me,” to me.

“Shush, shush,” I responded. “This is just an appetizer, you know. I’m actually bigger.” And then I took his lips into a deep kiss. He took my head in his hands, and concentrated on the kiss. I could feel him relaxing, and I also could feel his head moving up and down. I looked around. CJ was slowly pumping him, putting his whole body into motion. In a little. Out. In half way. Out to nearly the tip, and then a slow plunge down to the root. Out again, followed by a quick deep thrust.

I sat back on my haunches, watching in fascination. Binggum was flopping around again, but his frightened—or feigned—no’s had turned into yes, yes, yes.

Then CJ showed what a magnificent athlete he