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We hadn’t been up in the air for more than fifteen minutes, though, before CJ snapped his seat belt and leaned forward and gave me a very good idea why I was along for this trip.

“You understand that this deal is very, very important to us, Craig, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I sure do,” I responded in earnest.

“Just call me CJ,” he said with a big grin. “We’re wedged into together here much too closely and the flight is much too long for us to be strangers.” Then he put one of those huge hands on my knee and, while I did my best not to flinch at the touch, continued. “And I’ll bet you are wondering why a relatively new hire like you is along for the ride, aren’t you?”

I nodded in assent, all of my nerve endings focused on that hand laying on top of my knee.

“Well, I’ll level with you. All cards on the table. You were picked for this trip because you are the studliest man we have in the office, and Johnathan Binggum, the CEO of this company we’re trying to land this deal with, is most agreeable when he is surrounded by studly men? Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, quite clear,” I answered, trying to keep my voice as level as possible.

“You don’t have to sleep with the guy, or anything, of course,” CJ rushed on. “You just have to be very nice to him until the ink dries on the contract.”

“Of course, CJ, no problem,” I answered. And then I added, “I am very interested in my career here at Nytal. I am prepared to do almost anything I need to do to help this company develop.”

“Almost anything?” CJ asked slowly. “Even to the extent of being very, very, extra-special nice to Binggum?”

“Yes, no problem,” I answered.

With that, CJ pushed a little knob at the side of his chair and slid his chair even closer to me. In the process, those big, firm thighs and calves of his worked their way between my legs, and he pushed my thighs apart with them as he moved in closer. The hand he had been gently holding my right knee with traveled up to mid level on top of my thigh, and his other hand went to the top of my other thigh. He looked directly into my eyes, looking for any sign of rejection or discomfort—but I was determined not to show him any. I hadn’t done this before, but this may be the make-or-break turning point in my business future. His hands went around to my inner thigh and slowly worked their way up my legs until one of his thumbs could feel the top of my dick, which was snaking down my right thigh. All the time he was watching me closely.

“Done this before?” he asked in a low voice? “Our records didn’t show this as a possibility.”

“No, sir,” I responded. “But I hope I have made myself clear about my loyalty to the organization.”

“Good boy,” CJ whispered, and he moved his left hand over the rising bulge of my dick in my pants and began a gentle squeezing and rubbing action. With his right hand, he reached up and unsnapped his seat belt. Next, he unbuckled my own belt, unbuttoned my trousers, and slowly worked my zipper down. All the time he’s staring into my eyes with his big browns, holding my gaze, assessing my willingness and assuring me that everything was okay. His left hand continued stroking my hidden cock, while his right hand pulled my shirt tail out of my pants and then went to my throat and began unbuttoning my shirt under my tie. I wasn’t wearing an undershirt, so his hands fluttered against my bare chest as he was working with the buttons. When he had the top buttons undone, his hand snaked into the opening and found my left nipple. He gave a little grunt of satisfaction at finding the silky hair curling around my chest and down my stomach. I gave a little twitch, and my cock hardened noticeably. CJ gave me a broad grin and quickly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, and, with both hands, started pulling it up and away from my body. I pulled my torso forward to help him and found his lips upon mine, pushing my lips apart with his and giving me a kiss. The sensation wasn’t much different from that I had felt with the women I’d slept with, except that he seemed to take charge from the very beginning. At the end of this kiss, he took my lower lip between his and gave it a little suck.

Meanwhile, his big, sensitive hands were exploring my chest, and my arms. After some very pleasant nipple time, both hands moved down my washboard stomach, and, then they had come down to my waist. His hands took hold of my pants and briefs, and in one smooth motion, CJ, disengaging from the kiss, pulled my remaining clothes across my buttocks and free of my legs and tossed them to the side. Not stopping there, he pulled my shoes and socks off as well and there I was, completely naked before him—except for my Brooks Brothers’ tie, of course. His eyes went to my crotch, and I could tell he was pleased by what he saw there.

He reached over to the chair arm, pushed a button, and my seat reclined several positions. He then bent over me, his weight born by his strong arms alongside my chest, his hands so big, that he could reach my nipples with his thumbs even though his palms encased my sides, and his mouth came down to mine. This time when he pushed my lips aside with his, his tongue entered my mouth and did some exploring, causing me to emit little involuntary gasps. His lips left my mouth and continued down my neck. They played a bit in my chest hair and around my nipples, where they did a bit of sucking and nipping. All the time I was letting out gasps of mixed pain and pleasure and was beginning to writhe a bit under his hulking presence. Supporting himself over me just with his left arm now, his right hand went to my stomach and then slowly down, through my pubic hair, and encircled my dick. I gave a little lurch, and he returned his lips to mine and gave me a soothing kiss, as his hand gave my dick a gentle squeeze. Even though I was a good eight inches and had just about filled out, his hand was so big that his pinky overlapped into my pubic hair as his thumb came down on the nob of my and gained purchase on my piss hole. I was panting and moaning as his lips came away from mine, and he moved them down my body and to the tip of my cock. His hand moved to cup my balls and pull them gently down as his mouth came down over my cock, and he began to suck. I couldn’t help it, I quickly shot my load with a scream of pleasure and a shudder.

CJ rose off of me and stood above me, his legs still between mine.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t usually cum that fast. It was just the newness and—”

“Sorry?” CJ said with a big grin. “No need to be sorry. You’re doing just great so far. And you are one beautiful dude, I must say. Binggum is going to be quite pleased.”

So far?

As he leaned down to me, he took my tie and pulled me up to him. His mouth found mine in a deep, almost brutal kiss that made me wonder where we were going from here. Then he let me back down gently and began slowly to disrobe. Off came the tie. Next came the trousers, shoes, and socks. His legs were magnificent, still heavily muscled despite his retirement from the game. Then came the shirt, and I gasped at his smooth, light-chocolate, muscled torso. No fat had accumulated on this body. His nipples virtually popped out his chest. I found I very much wanted to get those between my lips, a sensation that was not unpleasant now that I could admit that I sometimes had felt that way toward another man. He now stood there between my legs in just his bikini briefs. The bulge of his cock, barely held in the briefs, stretching them down to where I could see where his dong was rooted below his hairless groin, matched the rest of his huge body.

“Kiss it,” he said to me in a low, guttural voice. At first I didn’t comprehend what he was asking, but then he repeated “Kiss it” and lifted me by my tie so that there I was, sitting up, face to face with bulging cotton briefs. So, I did as he asked. I kissed the end of the bulge, and I could feel the cock hardening even further. He must have been all of ten inches. The briefs were slightly wet where the tip of his dick pushed against them, and they were giving off a musky, not unpleasant smell. I got a salty sensation when I kissed him there. CJ’s hands went to the sides of my head and held it there.

“More,” he said huskily. My hands went to the backs of his bulging thighs and worked up to his tremendous bubble butt cheeks underneath his briefs. I took the tip of his encased cock tentatively into my mouth. It was a big load to take in. I could feel when my lips had drawn over the base of his knob. I put the tip of my tongue to the tip of his dick and gently brought my teeth down behind his knob, and flicked my tongue back and forth across the wet cotton. CJ moaned and his hands tightened on my head and guided it back and forth in short, slow motion. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but instinctively, my left hand came back to the front, freed his balls, and gently explored them, while my right hand also came around to the front and then went behind his balls and continued on until it found his asshole. CJ gave a grunt of satisfaction and spread one leg out into the aisle (which, of course, opened my legs wider), which I took as a signal that I was doing OK. So I rimmed his asshole with my finger a couple of times and then worked, first one finger, and then another, into his ass.

Not long after this CJ pushed my head away with his hands and pulled his briefs off and tossed them aside. I gasped in shock. Whereas CJ was a light chocolate color everywhere else, his ramrod of a dick was almost black. Before I had much more time than to see the measure and color of it, however, CJ’s hands were back on my head and guiding me toward that log pole.

“I don’t know if I can,” I whimpered. “It’s so big, and I’ve never—”

“Just relax,” CJ whispered. “It will be fine. We’ll take it slow. I’ll talk you through it. There, take just the head in, as you did before. Yes, oh yes. That’s good. Tongue on hole again. Ahhhhhh, yes. You can put more pressure on my balls and pull them out more. Yes, that’s right. Other hand wrapped around my dick. Yes. now gently stroke. Ahhhhh. Good. Yes, more of that. Now, hand all the way down on the root, thumb and forefinger wrapping tightly at root, giving pressure, thumb on the underside just at the root. Yes, right. Binggum will go wild over this. Now, jaws open wide, tongue sliding under the cock, take in more of the cock. Yes, don’t be afraid now. There, that was OK wasn’t it? Now suck and stroke at the same time. No, not with your hand. Hand back to root; stroke with your mouth. Here, just hang free. I’ll guide your head with my hands. There. That’s not bad, is it? Yes, Oh yes. Oh, baby fucker, yes. Now a little further down when you swallow it this time. No, don’t think ‘gag.’ Just relax. There, that’s right. Now, can you take more? Oh, yes, yes you can. There, that’s far enough for now. You’ll be able to get more in later, but this is fine for now. You’re doing just great. Oh, yeah, baby, that feels so good. Your mouth is so soft, so good. Yes, yes, in, out. In, out. Ohhhhh. Ahhhh. Okay, I’m about to . . . Don’t worry. We won’t do that this time. Ohhhh. Ahhh.”

With a jerk of his hands, CJ pulled my head away and his dick plopped out of my mouth, just as he came in three separate shudders all over my chest. He reached beside the seat for some tissues and gently wiped the cum off my chest and stomach and pushed me back down to the seat.

“There, now. That wasn’t so bad, was it? You did great for the first time.”

I started to sit up, but CJ pushed me back down with that big mitt of his, slid his seat back and went down on his knees between my legs. He took my cock in his mouth again and brought it to a full hard again, while he ran his hands over my body and did some work on my nipples. I thought I might cum again, when he popped my cock out his mouth, gave my balls a few licks, and then worked on down to where his tongue found my asshole, which he began flicking and rimming. He slowly worked his tongue into my hole. I was getting pretty wet down there, and, after tensing up at first, my hole was relaxing and expanding for him, which, I guess was the whole point of the operation. He must have had some oil or cream in his pants pocket or somewhere close, because I felt him take his tongue away and starting to apply something cool, wet, and slippery to my ass with the finger of one hand, while the other encircled my prick and started a slow pumping action. I tightened up again as a well-lubricated finger probed deeper into my hole, relaxed, and then tightened again as a second finger joined the first. When I had relaxed from this, one of CJ’s fingers must have found my prostate, because I suddenly felt a pleasure-pain sensation I’d never felt before. I started to jerk and writhe and issued an involuntary moan, which turned into a gasp as I shot my wad again.

CJ laughed, extracted his fingers from my ass, and, in one smooth, athletic motion went back into his seat on his knees, pushed a button on my seat that fully reclined the back so I went down flat, grabbed my hips with his huge hands, and pulled me toward him. I lifted my head enough that I saw his black battering ram of a dick standing up majestically between his legs. I moaned and jabbered a bit in fear; I’m afraid, as he lifted my left leg up to his right shoulder and pushed my left leg out and across the arm of his seat. His left hand was supporting the whole weight of my right hip and buttocks. I saw him push his big black club down and guide it to my lathered ass. I whimpered and tried to pull myself away, but he had me in a strong grip.

“No, don’t fight me,” he whispered in a low, soothing voice. “I know this is new to you. I’ll be careful. But it will be worse if you fight it.”

“Please, please, no,” I whimpered, as I felt the head of his cock come up against my ass. The lubricant and his rimming had opened me up, I knew, but he was just so big. I fought to wonder if I’d passed anything as thick as that rod of his, I was sure I hadn’t.

Oh, God, I thought, as I felt two fingers of his hand enter my ass and spread the hole apart. I involuntarily tensed up, and once again he told me just to relax. When I had done so, I felt more than two fingers going in, up to the knuckles, and he was widening the hole as far as he could. He held his fingers in suspense until I’d had time to adjust to them, and then I felt what must have been that big dick head of his find purchase in my hole as he withdrew his fingers.

“Oh, no. I can’t,” I moaned. But CJ proved that I could.

“It will be better when I’d gotten in past the prostate,” he said. And he was right. When he had gotten position, he brought my right leg up to his shoulder, got a hold on both of my hips again, and drew me up as he stood up on the floor. I could now see along my own chest and up my suspended legs, to his dick, which was still only about a third into me, and on up his beautiful chocolate body. When he stood though, he found that he had to hunch over because of the overhead racks.

“This isn’t going to work,” he said, and he plopped his cock out of my hole and pushed me back up the seat and released my legs. I felt like a prisoner who had had his death sentence commuted, but that feeling lasted only a few seconds.

CJ pulled me up from the seat with the hands he had on my waist and hips, swung me around into the aisle, and laid my chest down on the cold table 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, hugged and kissed me when he’d helped me up, and 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 would 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, I’m ready for Binggum?” I asked when CJ had let me up for air.

“Well, not exactly,” CJ admitted. “Binggum not only is a bottom, he’s a bit kinky. He’s into leather and bondage. We’ll have see whether you can handle that, if you can show a masterful hand and a bit of a cruel streak.”

“But, but,” I said. “I don’t think I could do that on you, up here. You’re still my boss, and I’m afraid you’d just swat me across the plane if I tried anything even slightly cruel with you.”

“Possibly,” CJ answered with a low laugh. “We might try it someday, but I have other plans.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yes, don’t look toward the galley now, but didn’t you notice that swishy looking blond guy who welcomed us aboard?”

“Yeah. You mean he’s been here all the time.”

“Yes. Well, I told him to stay in the galley until/unless we called for him, but I’ve noticed that he’s been peeking at us off and on for some time now. We’ll use him for our next checkout phase, shall we?”

“Is just slightly cruel okay for starters?” I asked.

“Sure. We won’t really want to damage the CEO we’re trying to suborn, do we?” CJ answered in a low voice, and then, in a louder voice, as we both rose from the floor of the aisle, CJ called out, “Come out, come out, wherever you are, Greg, Honey. I know you’re just on the other side of that door and you’ve been watching.”

The door to the galley slowly opened, and the air steward glided into the compartment. I say glided, because he obviously was into ballet. He was an effeminate blue-eyed blond of slight height, but very well proportioned and strong-looking arms and legs. His smoothly shaven face was more beautiful than handsome, and his head was set in wild blond curls. My first thought was that I wondered if he was a bleach-blond and gave himself home perms. He was wearing a blowsy muslin long-sleeved shirt open enough at the neck to show blond curls almost up to his throat, but I would not have put it past him to have bleached and permed that as well. His white pants were tight and of a material that followed his strong leg muscles and bubble butt. I would not have been surprised to see that he had the pronounced cod-piece fly like you see in the ballet, as well, but the reality was that his fly was still open. We must have caught him playing with himself as he watched us and only had time to stuff his dick back into his pants before CJ forced him to appear. The bulge running down his thigh confirmed to me that he had been exercising himself in that area.

“Greg? I may call you Greg, mightn’t I,” I asked him in a low voice as I bore down on him.

He had been giving me the once-over as he came in the compartment—which must have meant that he already had a great familiarity with CJ, because I wasn’t so vain that I didn’t realize that any eyes in a room of naked men would go directly to the milk-chocolate athletic build of CJ and that big black cock of his. There was a sloppy grin on Greg’s face, and his eyes were so languid I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were swimming in sperm already from his recent voyeurism. He reached down to zip up his fly as I came close.

“No, let’s not waste our time with that, Greg, Honey,” I growled, as I grabbed his belt loops on both sides and jerked his pants down. This knocked him down in the aisle, and I just pulled the pants and his thong briefs completely off his legs and tossed them aside. Greg came right back up on his feet as dainty as a cat. His expression had turned to surprise and his eyes now flared. But I didn’t give him time to respond further. My hands went to the neck of his billowing, diaphanous shirt, and I literally ripped the garment from his body. All doubt was dispelled. He indeed was a naturally blond with tightly curled hair. The hair curled down from his throat and flared off to cover his well-developed chest and then flared back in to descend his flat belly and flare out again around a very presentable cock, which was at least three-quarters engorged. He had little gold rings pierce behind each nipple and in his cute little bellybutton.

“My, my, Greg. Aren’t we a pretty one?” I said, as I pushed him roughly back at arms length against the now-closed galley door.

Greg’s eyes were wide, and he was licking his lips. “Not anything compared to you, Sir. Please, can I touch you?”

“Just a touch, Greg, dear. Just a hint of a touch,” as I pulled very close to him, holding his eyes with mine. He reached one hand out tentatively to my left nipple and then slid it into my chest hair. My cock gave a little lurch of appreciation against his thigh. His other hand went to my cock. But just as he touched it, I pulled away again at arms length. “I said just a touch for now, Greg.”

He wasn’t paying any attention to me though; he sank to his knees and swallowed my engorging cock in one expert motion all the way down to my root. I was having none of that, however. I lifted him by his chest and slammed him back against the door. I went for his balls with my right hand and squeezed and he winced and writhed in pain.

“None of that for now, Greg. You have to learn who is in control. I leaned forward and pulled at his right nipple ring with my teeth until he gave a little yelp. “Are we straight on that, Greg, Honey?”

He nodded, in pain. I let loose of the nipple ring but not his balls. “Say it, Greg. Tell me who’s in charge.”

“You are. You are . . . Sir.”

“Good. CJ, what do we have here that will serve as restraints?”

CJ’s eyes looked around the cabin, and then he buried a hand first into one seat and then another and came up with two seat belts he had detached at their base.

“Ah, good. I suggest facing into that seat over there and using those rods running down the ceiling of the cabin over the seats.” CJ was quick to understand, and in no time we had Greg hanging with his hands tied very close to the ceiling of the cabin ceiling in a section with double seats and his knees on the seat facing the seatbacks.

“What do you say we go directly to the fuck,” I asked CJ jauntily.

“Whatever you say, Craig,” CJ answered. “But there’s something about our little steward that might interest you. Here. Give me a minute.” CJ went off into the galley, but before he got back, I’d found his little surprise. I’d gotten behind Greg and had lifted his bubble butt up and parted his cheeks, ready to prepare him for a good fuck, only to find the biggest and slackest asshole I’d ever seen. CJ, as big as his cock was, couldn’t have been the biggest dude this guy had been servicing.

“Oh my, Greg, what have we been doing, you naughty boy?” Still, I was doing this as much for whoever was going to fuck him as for him, so I went ahead and started tonguing around his rim and making little, very wet flicks into his hole. Greg was making little moans of pleasure now, and was reaching back with his hands and running them through my hair and over my shoulders.

“Oh, I see you’ve found out,” CJ said, as he returned. “Here, I know this is new to you. Use this.” CJ had brought back a huge cucumber that he’d found in the galley frig and was lathering it with the lubricant he’d used before screwing me.

I took the lathered cucumber, which Greg hadn’t seen yet, and slid it right into Greg’s hole and gave it a little pumping action. Greg screamed in surprise when the ‘cuke first entered him, but I could tell the cucumber wasn’t bothering him all that much.

“Here,” CJ said, as he took the cucumber from me, tossed it aside, and slid up under Greg so that CJ was sitting in the seat facing him. He grabbed Greg’s hips, told me to position his cock, and then entered the steward as he pulled his hips down. He pumped for a while, but then told me to get behind Greg. When I was in position, he pushed Greg’s butt up with his pelvis and invited me to join in the fun. I’d never imagined doing this before, but I was game, and Greg’s ass seemed to be built for double fucking. So, in my dick went into Greg’s ass alongside CJ’s. It was quite a pleasant experience to be fucking Greg but to be rubbing up against CJ’s cock at the same time. Greg was panting and doing a little moaning, but he was taking this quite well, I thought. CJ and I alternated between plunging together and plunging counter to each other in a piston motion. I reached one of my hands around Greg’s waist and found his cock rubbing up against CJ’s belly, and I gave it good enough attention that Greg came first and then CJ and I came almost simultaneously a few seconds later.

To Be Continued.