his heels were on the floor of the pool below the steps. His back was pushed up against the rim of the pool. I straddled him, facing him, his legs between mine. I took his mouth in mine in a lingering kiss as I positioned his long, rather thin cock at my backdoor with one hand and slowly, ever so slowly brought myself down into his lap, his hands found my balls and cock. And we sat there in the evening breeze, water flowing around us… and in us… and through us. I gently tightened my asshole around Binggum’s cock and gave him the sensation of a slowly yielding, yet close-fit, deep, languid fuck. When we were finished, I rose from the pool and went over to a lounge chair, lay down and closed my eyes to nap. But that was not to be, as I awoke to two exploring hands on my chest, Binggum straddling me as I had straddled him, and my hardening cock slowly being engorged by Binggum’s much looser, but still very inventive, ass. I looked up to see that CJ had come out to the patio and was standing behind Binggum.

“Here, let me tighten this situation up,” he said, I felt his fingers probing inside Binggum and around my cock. He pushed Binggum down on his elbows just above me, encouraging us to kiss, and I felt CJ’s rod gliding in, this time above mine, and Binggum giving sweet little sighs and moans. I was tired enough that I just held my dick in place, plowed up to the root, and let CJ provide all of the friction action. CJ and I gave Binggum an added thrill by taking his cock in both our hands and giving it and his balls a double hand job. We still all came fairly close together and just laid there entwined as the night deepened.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard Binggum ask softly, “Can I keep him?”

“Not on your life,” CJ answered, “But he’ll be back the next time we have a deal to close.”