was. Pulling Binggum’s legs back over his shoulder, he locked his hands behind Binggum’s back and stood up in the sofa, bearing Binggum’s entire weight. He stepped down off the sofa, moved over to a corner where the wall met the sliding windows, pushed Binggum up against the wall and started pumping deep and hard.

Binggum was whimpering. Turning his eyes toward me, he whispered, “Save me, save me. This monster is going to split me apart. This big, black stud is killing me. This can’t be a dick; it’s got to be a baseball bat.” I wasn’t having any of that, however. Binggum was having a ball. Supporting Binggum on one arm, CJ reached around and took Binggum’s dick in his big mitt and pumped and pumped and pumped. With a scream of joy, Binggum came for the second time. Squirting his cum up onto CJ’s heaving chest. The silk vest had opened wide, so that most of the load just mixed with the sweat on CJ’s chest and made his body glisten in the light reflected through the glass off the ocean and the pool. Binggum buried his hands in CJ’s chest and his face into CJ’s throat.

CJ just held him there for a few minutes and then gave a little jerk. “Hey, you bastard, no biting.”

Then CJ pulled away from the wall and frog marched Binggum over to a wood-topped desk. With a sweep of his hand, he pushed everything off the desk top and pushed Binggum down on his back on the cold surface. Holding him down with one mitt in the center of his chest, CJ spread one of Binggum’s knees up and out.

“A little help here?” he asked me, and I walked over and took the other leg and pushed it up and out, bent at the knee. “Surfacing submarine maneuvers,” he said, and I figured out immediately what he was going to do. I moved my other hand over and circled Binggum’s asshole and CJ’s buried cock, giving CJ and more visible target.

Binggum was moaning. “What, What? What are you going to do?”

“This,” CJ answered, and with a great slurping sound, he pulled his cock all the way out of Binggum in one smooth glide. He brought his mouth down on Binggum’s cock and slid all the way down on it twice, in two swift motions. Binggum was engorging again, and voicing little, “Oh, oh, oh’s.” Then CJ raised up again, reared his butt cheeks back, and, in perfect targeting, entered and buried his cock up to the hilt. Binggum screamed and jerked. CJ pulled all of the way back, reared his butt back again and then thrust forward again, pushing Binggum further up on the desk top with the furry of his motion. Binggum moaned and jerked again. Binggum’s head was bouncing off the wall, and he had to lift his hands up to the wall to cushion the blows. CJ lowered his mouth and swallowed Binggum’s rising cock again in one swift motion, then again, and then a third time. This was followed by three swift, deep thrusts by the battering ram. Then a series of four. Binggum’s screams of pleasure were overriding his yelps of pain now.

“Get the pattern?” CJ asked through clinched teeth.

“Oh, yes, yes. God you’re good. God, god, fuck me. Fuck me harder. It’s been so long since I’ve had it this good.”

But in short course he would be having it