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Aahntie Boo and the Jedi - continued

by Bonny ( BonnyMagret@hotmail.com )

(continued from part 1)

By now, the two men were down to their leggings.

"There are some really practical things you need to think about when you approach gay sex. Do you know what an enema is?"

Qui nodded, but Ben looked confused. Aahntie Boo explained. "It's when you put water in your rectum with a tube to clean it out."

Ben let out a snort. "Are you kid . . ."

"Well, until you get over that, you're going to have to be the top. Qui? You want to go on in the bathroom and take care of that. You'll find everything you need all laid out."

Qui got up and went into the bathroom without a word.

Aahntie Boo turned back to Ben. "Like I said, you need to get over this attitude, Ben," she said. "You can approach this with an open mind, or you can sit there and think that some of this is disgusting. You came here because you wanted to have sex with Qui, as an expression of your love for him and he's in there in the bathroom getting ready for you now. Do you still want to go through with this? Because if you don't, it's time to stop now."

"Yes, ma'am. I mean, no, ma'am. I don't want to stop." Ben sounded contrite. "Is it too late? I mean, can I. . ."

"You go on in there with Qui and clean yourself. There are two commodes so you can do it together. Trust me, the first time someone licks your asshole, you'll be glad you did it."

"Licks my. . ."

"You could talk in complete sentences here, Ben. You go on in there and I'll wait for you here."

Ben retired to the bathroom and Aahntie Boo got out her Cosmo. When the bathroom door opened, Aahntie Boo looked up to see the two men standing hesitantly in the door way. Naked. And, lord have mercy, remarkably well endowed. Remarkably. She'd seen plenty of cock in her business, but these were not the run of the mill. Qui's was long and thick, the bulbous head hanging several inches below the scrotum. Ben wasn't quite as thick, but just as long. Both were uncut. It hurt Aahntie Boo's heart to think that these penises had been used for nothing but pissing for all these years. It seemed such a waste to have them hidden away all the time in those strange trousers.

Aahntie Boo put aside her magazine. "You two go ahead and stroke one another while I get the lube," she said, gesturing toward the bed. She pulled open the bedside table drawer and set a number of small bottles and tubes on the bedside table.

"Let me make this perfectly clear. You will use condoms while you are in my office. I recommend that you start thinking about this here and now. You can make a commitment to one another never to have sex with any other man, and if you are serious and trust one another, then you may want to have sex without condoms in the future. But my professional opinion is that you should use them regardless of your commitment to one another. It's just cleaner. Go ahead, now."

Ben and Qui just looked at one another, then back at the strange little lady. Ben reached hesitantly toward Qui's crotch; Qui reached over and stroked Ben's cheek tenderly. Aahntie Boo just watched. Both penises twitched in anticipation. Ben settled for stroking the flat taut stomach; Qui was running a hand up and down Ben's upper arm.

"That's nice," Aahntie Boo said. "Now, I recommend that, in order to get an adequate erection, you start kissing one another. A lot of tongue will be helpful. Hands can go where you feel like they would be comfortable."

The two men looked at her, then at one another. Ben started to lean forward, but Qui turned back to Aahntie Boo.

"Excuse me, madam," he said. "Are we expected to do this with you watching?"

"Of course," she replied. "That's the whole point. I can't help you from the other room, and you would do much better to listen to me and follow my advice. I expect that several hundred couples have used this bed. It's not like you have anything I haven't already seen before." The words were spoken in a routine therapeutic manner, but Aahntie Boo was thinking to herself that, despite those assurances, this was a most unusual union. Two crazy ex-monk soldiers who shared the same delusions of outer space and who had two of the biggest dicks she had ever seen. No, this was not a run-of-the-mill session.

Qui continued to stare at the strange little grey haired lady, but Ben wanted all of that attention for himself. With the palm of his hand, he turned Qui's head toward him and, extending his tongue, licked lightly along the skin at the edge of the beardline. Qui leaned toward the light touch, licking Ben's temple. With the grace of inborn genetic instinct, the two mouths joined, at first gently, tentatively, then firmly, then, as Aahntie Boo watched in fascination, with true passion. There was love in that kiss, true love. She could feel it radiating off the men like a glow of warmth.

She let the men kiss, watching their hands trace paths as they learned one another's bodies. It was like watching a well- choreographed dance. If she didn't know better, Aahntie Boo would have thought that they could read one another's minds. In fact, it was beginning to be a little creepy. One hand would reach for a body part and the other person would react, but so subtlety, she could hardly discern the reaction. But the hand knew whether to stay or move on, which was evident from the expressions that flew across the two faces.

Very slowly, silently, Aahntie Boo moved next to the couple. With tiny touches using just her fingertips, she encouraged them to move onto the bed, to lay side by side, while the kissing and caressing continued. She began using more than just her fingertips to encourage movements: a light pressure on an elbow until the hand was next to a waiting penis; a swirling motion on a shoulder until a body twisted just so to offer a nipple to a waiting mouth; a tickle to the back of a knee to make it bend, opening the legs to a hand seeking to stroke an inner thigh.

It was beautiful, more beautiful than usual. It was always beautiful to watch two men learn the pleasure that giving pleasure to another person could be. But these two – well, they were something special. It would be so easy to forget her professional role, and just watch, like the audience at a ballet. But then these two might be here all night, and it was getting late.

Aahntie Boo started murmuring little phrases. "Isn't that nice?" "So sweet." At first, she could see a touch of tension show itself in Qui's shoulders. But she kept up her litany and the tension dispelled under the continued sound of her voice and the touch of his partner. "Just a little more." "Relax." She thought she had them just where she wanted them, accustomed to her voice, accepting it as part of their lovemaking rather than an intrusion. But then she said "Just be in the moment," and the two men jerked apart and stared at her. The pause seemed to last forever, although it could not have been more than a second. Then they looked at one another and started laughing. The laughs were quickly swallowed into a happy kiss and they resumed their embrace with even more enthusiasm than before.

Aahntie Boo held her breath, not allowing herself to exhale until she was convinced that the couple had shut her back out of their minds. Once again, she began her murmuring, all the while wondering to herself what was the inside joke that these two shared and what she had done to trigger it.

Using her little pushes and prods, she moved the two apart, whispering "head to toe, head to toe" over and over. It didn't take long before the men figured where she was going and moved into position, each with a face in front of the other's groin. Both penises were fully erect by now. Qui's had a more bulbous head than Ben's. Ben's foreskin still covered the fully erect head.

She started with Qui, who by her observation would be more compliant. A little push to the back of his head, an encouraging whisper to "lick it" and a hand on Ben's hip to keep him from moving back. "Come on," she said, "lick it, taste it, feel it in your mouth." The instant Qui's tongue touched the head of Ben's shaft, Ben gasped and arched his back, thrusting his hips forward. It took a firmer touch to pull him back. Better not to let him gag his partner this early on.

Hesitantly, Ben leaned forward, nudging the heavy erection with his nose, sniffing. Then, more confidently, he held the penis in his hand and took the head into his mouth.

"Use your tongues," Aahntie Boo urged. "Not too deep. Don't let yourself gag." By now, the men were accustomed enough to her voice that she didn't have to whisper or murmur, but could use a soft yet confident tone of voice. As the men began to fellate one another with more gusto, she could involve herself more tactilely. Her hands encouraged a firm grip on the base of a shaft, her fingertips soothed a twitching thigh muscle, a hand on a hip prevented a needy surge, all the while watching closely for signs of impending loss of control. Slurping noises filled the room. Ben was very near, Qui less so, when she pushed against Qui's forehead, causing him to release the suction. Ben's hard penis burst out of Qui's mouth with an audible pop.

"Take a minute," she said. "Pull apart. Stop and let yourself feel what your body is telling you." She let that thought sink in for a minute, noting that the two continued to maintain eye contact, not even glancing in her direction. Perfect harmony. It was time to move on.

Aahntie Boo touched Ben's chin, turning his gaze away from Qui. She needed their attention, but she needed them to be together on this. "Before you can be penetrated, Qui, you need to be prepared. It's Ben's job to do that, helping you to relax and get ready. Penetration can be painful it you aren't careful." She looked from face to face until she was sure that the haze of lust had cleared enough for comprehension to dawn.

Aahntie Boo leaned forward and planted a light kiss on each of the two foreheads. It was a signature gesture in her therapy, confirming her acceptance of them and gaining their undivided attention. "For any other work out, you would stretch your muscles before you started. Sex is much the same. Do you understand?"

Both men nodded. "I prefer the oil-based flavored lubricants over the water soluble ones. They last longer – don't need replenishment," Aahntie Boo said. "Good sex should be fun, an adventure. A time to try new things and see what works, what feels good. A few good laughs help because you need to be careful that the tension level doesn't get too high. It's hard to relax and enjoy yourself when your tight as a bow string. Any questions?."

Both men shook their heads.

"Good, then let's go. Ben, what flavor do you prefer? I've got cinnamon, lemon, raspberry, chocolate, bubble gum. . ."

"Bubble gum?"

"Yes, bubble gum. And. . ."

"Cinnamon will be fine," Ben interrupted, obviously anxious to get past these little details.

"Cinnamon it is," Aahntie Boo said, handing a small flip-top bottle to Ben.

"Now, Qui. You need to get in a position that will allow you to relax and yet make yourself available. Some couples prefer to be able to look at one another's faces. I think it works best if you aren't having to watch one another while you are doing this. When you're new at it, it's easy to feel embarrassed if someone is staring at you. So I'm going to put you on your stomach. Here." She began to push Qui's large body around on the bed, positioning pillows and limbs until he was tilted partially onto his stomach with one leg straight and the other knee raised on a large pillow, a small one under his stomach and another small one under the side of his neck. Ben just watched, moving out of the way when necessary.

"Ok, Ben. Now your turn," she said.

Ben reached forward and ran a hand down the flank and upraised hip.

"Oh, no you don't," Aintie Boo admonished, grabbing his wrist as his hand reached the top of the swell of Qui's buttocks. "You build up to that. You don't start there. Heavens. Young men are always in such a hurry." She pushed Ben around giving little instructions until he was behind Qui with his knees straddling Qui's straight leg.

Aahntie Boo took the bottle out of Ben's hands and drizzled the fragrant oil over Qui's upturned back. Anticipating the shock on Ben's face, Aahntie Boo assured them both, "Don't worry about the bed linens. In this business, washable duvet covers are a must. You can't hurt anything." Ben smiled and Qui let his head down to rest on the pillow, chuckling.

"Right," Aahntie Boo said. "Now a nice massage is in order. Start in the middle of the spine at the top between his shoulders and work your way outward. Heels of your palms carry the pressure to the muscles below, that's right. Use your fingertips to stimulate the skin." Aahntie Boo watched carefully as Ben followed her instructions. "Now move down his back, slowly, slowly."

Qui was melting into the pillows. His tight grip on the pillow had relaxed and he was breathing evenly. Time to move on.

"Now his butt. Do you need a little more oil?" Aahntie Boo asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Ben said, taking the proffered bottle and scooting back just a bit to drip some into the crack. She could see that Ben's penis was soft now, Qui's was quiescent as well. Good. Nice and easy.

"Thumbs in the center pushing upward and outward and the base of his spine," Aahntie Boo instructed.

Ben gripped both globes with his fingers, his thumbs almost jabbing into the cleft. Qui jerked a little.

"Lighten up," Aahntie Boo admonished. "It's a butt, not a lump of dough." She leaned over and used one hand over Ben's to show him the right way, and his other hand followed her motions. Qui relaxed again. A little tension was normal the nearer to his anus the motions became, but not too much.

Aahntie Boo let go of Ben's hands with a steadying "just keep that up for a minute." She moved up a bit and rubbed Qui's upper shoulder in soothing little movements. When she saw him nuzzle his chin against the pillow, she patted his head and moved back.

"Ben," she instructed softly, "move back until your knees are on either side of his. And Qui? You need to draw that leg up toward your tummy." Both men moved into the position she described.

"Now, Ben. Use your thumbs to hold the cheeks open and use your tongue to start to tease the opening a little."

Ben looked up, startled. Qui didn't move at all. "It's all right," Aahntie Boo soothed, "he's all clean."

"It's not that," Ben started. "It's just that, well, I feel like I need my master's permission."

Before Aahntie Boo could answer, Qui murmured, "Go ahead, Padawan. You have permission to do whatever you want to this night."

Again, Aahntie Boo had the uncanny feeling that there was more going on here than met the eye, but she couldn't put a finger on why she thought that. If these two were going to be any kind of a long term couple, though, they needed to quit with this Master / Padawan stuff and agree to be equal in bed. She needed to remind herself to mention that at the end of the session. Now wasn't the time.

As she watched, Ben leaned forward and let his tongue slide down the cleft. Again, he was hesitant, but that was normal. Rimming was not, after all, something that came to most men quite naturally. It took practice to give or receive that pleasure. Better not to let them linger too long on this point, although they both seemed to be quite enjoying it so far.

Aahntie Boo looked at the clock on the wall. Better not to let them linger too long on anything, she thought, or she was going to miss the new episode of West Wing and she hadn't set her video recorder.

"That's good," she said, noticing that Qui was raising his hips, his body asking for more. "Ben needs to stretch the anal muscle. It's a tight ring. A lot of guys think that the preparation is all for the bottom. Especially with a virgin like Qui here, though, it's just as much for the top. If it's too tight, it will be painful for him to try to enter. Some therapists believe in the one finger, then two, then three method, but in my experience, that's not always necessary and can be a bit frustrating for new lovers."

Ben and Qui were silent, but Aahntie Boo could tell that she had their full attention. "If you think about the size of an average turd, the anus can stretch to accommodate the diameter of a penis quite easily and with no external preparation. Even a penis as impressive as Ben's, here." Both men smiled a bit abashed. "So let's don't dilly dally here." She handed Ben the lube bottle. "Lots of oil, Ben. There is no such thing as too much lube when it comes to anal sex." Ben took the bottle and flipped the lid, then sat looking at it in his hand.

"Ben," Aahntie Boo said, trying to draw his attention. "Ben?"

"I just wasn't sure how to do it." Ben looked up at her.

"Ah," she said. That actually made sense. "Curve your fingers and press up against the space between his hole and his sac." She watched as Ben tried to do what she had said. Close enough. "Now just pour the oil into the top of the crack and it will flow down into your palm." Again, she watched as Ben did as she said. A quantity of the oil slid past Ben's fingers and into the duvet. The laundry was going to be a bitch tomorrow. At least he was using cinnamon. When they picked the coconut oil, she could hardly stand to put the sheets into the washer.

"Now use two fingers. Insert them slowly and gently. Always watch your partner for any sign of discomfort. They won't always tell you, they'll just stiffen up and you have to figure it out for yourself."

Aahntie Boo turned to Qui. "It's going to burn when it stretches. But it should be a good burn, like your thigh muscles feel like when you've just run a hard mile. If it becomes painful instead of just uncomfortable, tell him to stop. Tell him. Do you hear me? Don't rely on your partner to assume you are in pain. Understand?"

Qui nodded. "Let me show you." Aahntie Boo picked up Qui's forearm and, gripping her hands opposite one another, she twisted. When she was a kid, they called this an Indian burn. She had always wondered why. As she put a bit more pressure on, she could see Qui's face tense up. "There now. See what I mean. At first the burn isn't unpleasant, just a tingle. But when I keep pushing, it starts to be painful." Aahntie Boo loosened her grip just a tad. "I could see that I was hurting you, because your face tightened up, but you didn't make a peep. Now what did I tell you?"

Qui didn't answer.

"Tough guys like you are always the hardest. Tell me when it hurts." She resumed the pressure with her hands until Qui let out a sound like a little "ummph" but from the back of his throat. She continued the pressure. "Tell me."

"That hurts," Qui said tightly.

Aahntie Boo released her hands. "That's better. See? You can speak up. Because with your face in a pillow he," she said, gesturing toward Ben, "can't see you. He won't know. And it is cruel of you to allow him to hurt you without giving him warning."

"Yes, ma'am." Qui sounded a little contrite.

"Two fingers, Ben," Aahntie Boo ordered. "One fingertip in first, then slide the other in beside it."

Ben leaned a little forward and slipped an oil-slicked fingertip into the little rosy-brown puckered opening. Qui didn't move, didn't make a sound.

Aahntie Boo sighed. Geez, did these two know nothing at all. Hadn't they even seen het couples on television, or in the movies. I guess monks don't have tv, she thought to herself.

`It's a whole lot easier if you make noise," she said. "Hopefully, in a minute you won't be able to keep quiet. There are good sounds and bad sounds and you use them to tell your partner what you like and don't like. A nice encouraging moan would be a good idea right now, Qui. Let Ben know you are enjoying this."

Ben had stopped with just the two fingers in up to the first knuckle. "Right?" Aahntie Boo asked, looking at Ben, who nodded. "That works for both of you, young man."

"Oh, yes, ma'am," he said quickly.

"Okay, now move," Aahntie Boo said to Ben. "In and out, around in circles, it really doesn't matter. Just move. Let his sounds be your guide as to what makes him feel good, how fast to go, how deep."

Ben began to move his fingers, uncertainly at first. "Sith, it's hot in here," he breathed.

"Ninety eight point six," Aahntie Boo said. "Feels strange, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Ben agreed.

"Mmmmm," Qui agreed.

"Now give him a little time to adjust, and start moving a little faster. Try imitating a thrust. Imagine that your fingers are your cock and what would you like your cock to be doing right now."

Ben's head arched back and his eyes rolled back in his head, all the concentration centered in his two hot little fingers. Qui moaned encouragingly. Ben moved faster. Qui wiggled his hips. Ben moved in circles. Qui pushed back against Ben's hand and Ben pushed in hard and fast. Qui cried out and Ben withdrew his hand quickly.

"No," Aahntie Boo whispered. "That was a good sound. He liked that."

Ben inserted his fingers again and resumed his motions. This time when Qui cried out, Ben gave him the same movement a little harder and faster. Qui moaned appreciatively.

"Now slow down and feel around in there. Toward the front, you'll find a sort of hard round nub, about the size of a walnut, but softer. You're looking for his prostate." Ben's face was tight in concentration as he moved his fingers inside Qui. Suddenly, Qui drew in his breath with a gasp, letting it out quickly in a happy moan. Ben grinned.

"I see you both have found it," Aahntie Boo said teasingly. "You want to use that to increase his pleasure. Some men can come from just having their prostate massaged. Some men can't come during penetration at all. I guess you're going to find out just what kind of man Qui is tonight."

Aahntie Boo could see that Ben was moving his fingers again, and when Qui gasped again, Ben grinned from ear to ear.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Qui?" she asked, and he nodded. Aahntie Boo nodded at Ben, and he resumed his motions inside his lover.

"Now stroke yourself as you are stroking him, Ben. Imagine that your hand is his arse." Aahntie Boo watched as Ben's other hand on his own shaft started moving in rhythm with the fingers in Qui's arse.

It didn't take but a few strokes before he was fully erect again. A few more strokes, and a thin liquid started leaking out of his cock. Oh, Aahntie Boo thought to herself, a dripper. He really ought to be the bottom. Drippers invariably liked it better on the bottom. But that would be for another night, and not in her office now.

Aahntie Boo leaned forward and stilled Ben's hands with her own. His eyes flew open as he startled, taking an instant to focus on her.

"It's time," she said, pulling his hand out of Qui's body. Qui watched in silence as she handed him a small blue foil packet with Trojan printed boldly on it. Aahntie Boo preferred plain old condoms to the more flashy colored or contoured ones for therapy. It seemed a little unseemly to be teaching guys to have sex when they had neon lime-green glow-in-the-dark covered erections.

"Turn over," she told Qui, "and put it on him. If you put it on him, you are saying you are ready. Are you ready?"

Qui didn't answer, but tore the packet with his teeth and removed the condom. He twisted sideways and reached for his lover, who moved forward, offering his stiff prick. Qui fumbled a little. Goodness gracious, Aahntie Boo thought, then remembered that these guys were both virgins. Neither one of them knew how to put on a condom. She could just imagine the debacle this union would have been without her guidance.

"Here," she said reaching out and taking the condom out of Qui's hands. "You pinch the tip, like this," she showed him, "leaving some space there for the semen when he ejaculates, and roll it down."

Qui let out an "aaah" and took the condom from her, holding it the same way she had showed him. This time, it rolled on smoothly, sliding down the hard oiled shaft. Ben gritted his teeth from the touch.

"Think about your mother," Aahntie Boo said quickly. "It'll keep you from coming too soon."

"I didn't have a mother," Ben responded through clenched jaws. "Just a crèche."

"Oh, right," Aahntie Boo said, working hard to keep a touch of unprofessional sarcasm out of her voice. "You were a monk. I forgot. Think about your toenails, then. Or your shoelaces. Anything to distract your concentration."

Ben managed not to come as Qui made his deft little flourishes to finish putting the condom on. He sighed in relief when the long strong fingers left his flesh.

Qui didn't need to be told to resume the position for penetration. He drew his knee back up and hugged the pillow to his belly.

"Now scoot back up," Aahntie Boo instructed. "Hold your cock in your fist and position it right up next to Qui's anus."

Ben wriggled and wiggled until his cockhead was at the entrance, then let go of himself. Aahntie Boo sighed. Why did guys always think that this was a point and push maneuver?

"Hold onto your cock," Aahntie Boo repeated and Ben fisted himself again. "That's better. You need the control."

"After you have more experience, you can find which ways you both like to handle the insertion, but for your first time, I'm going to have you do a slow steady push. Not to fast. You need to give Qui time to adjust and to let you know if you are hurting him. If you are, you just stop, wait a minute and try again. Do you understand?"

Ben nodded and Aahntie Boo could see that his continued leaking of pre-cum was filling up the reservoir. He really was a dripper. She turned to Qui. "Are you ready? It's going to burn again. You need to say if it hurts. Understand?"

This time Qui knew to answer her. "Yes, ma'am," was all he said, but it was enough.

"Then take a deep breath in and let it out gradually as he enters you. Go ahead, Ben."

And he did. Just like he'd been told. Slowly, with more self- control that she would have thought possible. Steadily. Moving his fingers back as he pushed forward. Qui hissed with anticipation, but did not pull away and did not tense up. "Let him in," Aahntie Boo encouraged. "Let him in."

Remarkable self control, Aahntie Boo thought, the both of them. But then it was that same self-control that had kept them from doing this years ago, so maybe self-control wasn't always such a good thing.

When they were fully joined, both held quite still. "Just let him adjust for a minute, Ben," Aahntie Boo said. There were several deep breaths, carefully exhaled.

"Pull back out a little, Ben," Aahntie Boo said when she deemed that they were sufficiently calmed. Which Ben did. "And back in again, just like before." Which Ben did. Again, Qui moaned softly.

"Gentlemen," Aahntie Boo intoned, "for the next few minutes, you don't need me. Just do what feels good, what feels natural. I'll be here if you need me." She stepped back and Ben started to pull back out until he was almost unsheathed, then moved forward again. Qui sighed his appreciation, reaching back with his upper arm to caress Ben's flank.

Aahntie Boo moved back to the bedside chair. She let them go at it for awhile, eyeing her Cosmo hopefully. If they got totally engrossed, she would be able to finish the quiz she had started while they were in the bathroom. But no, these two were totally accepting of her presence, and she knew that the least movement on her part would distract them. So she held her hands in her lap and waited.

When Aahntie Boo looked up again, she wished she could take a picture of the tableau in front of her. Ben had extended himself over Qui, still straddling Qui's straight leg, but with his left knee pushed forward so that it held Qui's left leg behind the knee. Qui's left hand was pulling on his own left butt cheek, holding himself open for his lover. Ben was braced on his right arm, with is left arm curled under Qui's left arm and across his chest, his open palm at the base of Qui's neck, holding the older man up, his long ginger braid swaying with his motions, brushing across Qui's back. Qui's neck was arched back, a look of pure happiness on his face, as Ben licked his ear and whispered into it, "Love you, master. Love you." Each thrust of Ben's body was aimed to push his cockhead over Qui's prostate in a even, steady stroke, giving his partner ultimate pleasure. Qui was totally enveloped by Ben's body and his love. It was awesome.

Aahntie Boo could tell that Ben was tiring from the trembling in his thighs on each up-stroke, but he was not letting his lover see that. She hated to disturb them, but it was time for her to intervene again. Making little shushing noises, Aahntie Boo rose from her chair and approached the bed. "Slow, my babies, slow," she murmured. The diminutive never failed to gain a couple's attention without interrupting their progress. "Easy, now. Easy." They slowed their movements, Ben gradually letting Qui's chest sink back to the bed, going down with him but not releasing his hold.

"Slide all the way in, Ben and hold there." She raised her voice just above a whisper, but still low and soft enough to not break the moment. When Ben stopped moving, fully impaled, she went on.

"Qui, I want you to roll to your right. When he did, she pulled the big pillow out from under his knee. "Now all the way on your stomach." With a light push on the base of Ben's back, she guided him to follow Qui's movement. "Good. Good." She moved to the side. "Now, Qui, I want you to push yourself up onto your hands and knees. That's good. Keep your thighs open. Don't squeeze Ben out."

Ben started giggling, trying to stay sheathed as Qui moved under him. Qui held still for a moment, laughing along with his partner. As the laughter waned, he moved again, taking the position Aahntie Boo had described. As he pushed up, Ben, with his hands braced on Qui's hips, was pushed upright, taking the pressure of the weight of his upper body off his thighs.

When Qui was in position, Aahntie Boo said "Ben, reach around and find his cock."

Ben leaned forward and wrapped an arm around one of Qui's hips, groping until he found the erection. "Mmmm," Qui hummed as he felt the light seeking touch, bowing his back to give Ben easier access.

"Now, Qui, hold yourself up on one arm and use the other to show Ben how you want him to touch you."

It was a little awkward at first, but Qui was able to get his hand wrapped around Ben's and guide his movements. Instinctively, Ben began to thrust again, moving in time with Qui's direction. Slowly, they re-established a rhythm and, once again, Aahntie Boo stepped back and let nature take its course. This time the tempo built rapidly. "Tell him what you want," Aahntie Boo said, not caring which ear accepted her advice.

It was Qui that answered. "Harder," he said, almost inaudibly. But Ben heard him and answered the call. He sped up until he was slapping his balls against Qui's thighs. He released his hold on Qui's cock, and Qui replaced the hand with his own, again, keeping time with the cadence. Suddenly, Ben pulled all the way out. Qui froze at the withdrawal. Without warning, Ben plunged back in, his belly smacking against Qui's buttocks with such force that Qui was almost put off balance. Qui cried out, a long wail.

Amazing, Aahntie Boo thought. The boy was getting inventive. That bode well. Qui retaliated. He pushed back hard with a grunt and ground his bottom against Ben's pelvis. Aahntie Boo could tell from the way his buttocks were clenched that he had clamped down hard on the penis inside him. It was Ben's turn to wail out his pleasure and surprise.

Aahntie Boo stepped back again. They didn't need her any more. She just melted into the background and took her seat. Again, she looked longingly at her Cosmo. She was going to have to wait until tomorrow to finish that quiz.

It didn't take long. Aahntie Boo could tell that they were trying to hold back, to prolong this union. Actually, for a first time couple, they'd done remarkably well at that. Self-control at work again. But they were both losing that. They tried to stay in rhythm, but their need was not in sync. She had a little game she played with herself, putting a mental bet on which of them would come first. Her money was on the older man who had waited for this longer, although there was a lot to be said for the enthusiasm of youth. She decided that if Qui came first, she would treat herself to a pint of Haagen- Dazs on her way home. Unfortunately, this was a common bet and she often won, which was probably why she was not as slim as she would have liked to be.

Yup, it looked like ice cream was on the menu tonight again. Qui was pushing into the thrusts for all he was worth, making series of high pitched panting noises that sounded like a cross between a groan and the baying of a hound. "Harder," he cried out, and Ben did all he could to give his partner what he wanted, slamming into Qui in fast jabbing motions, whimpering his frustration at trying to keep up.

The climax came abruptly.

"Obi-Wan," Qui cried out in the agony of his ecstasy, his back arched and his face contorted in a rictus of pleasure. Streams of white semen came pulsing from his penis. His body gave way beneath him collapsing heavily onto the bed, trapping his still-ejaculating shaft against the small pillow.

Oh, be one what? Boo wondered. But there was no time for that. Aahntie Boo knew that the contractions of Qui's rectum would be painfully constricting Ben's penis. It wasn't time for Ben yet. This fallacy about coming together, she'd just never understood who had decided to make that the be all to end all with sex. Humpft, she thought to herself. It was much better to come separately, so neither party needed to divert their attention from their own bliss to worry about their partner. There was little in this world more beautiful that a guy in the throes of a climax. Who would want to miss watching their lover go through that because they were going through the same thing themselves?

And this guy was one of the best ones she'd ever seen. The long lean body stretched, every muscle taut, his silver-brown hair flying, his mouth gaping open uncontrollably, his huge purple penis swollen to extremis, jerking with each pulse of seed. And the noises he made; it was stunning, like a song without melody. His eyes, those impossibly blue eyes, were closed, as if looking inward to watch himself. Aahntie Boo sighed involuntarily. Usually she managed to keep silent at these moments, trying to avoid any hint of distraction. But these guys were almost beyond noticing her.

"Push in hard, Ben," she instructed firmly, approaching the bed, "and hold still `till he's done."

Ben complied, obviously using every bit of his self-control to keep himself from rutting to his own completion, following the big body down to keep himself sheathed. The air around them fairly crackled with electricity, raising the hair on the back of Aahntie Boo's neck.

The shudders continued, wave after wave, the thick liquid seeping from beneath the body, trickling along the edge of the pillow until, at last, with a final gasp, Qui stilled. After another moment, Ben looked up at Aahntie Boo and whispered "What do I do? Do I keep on going?"

Aahntie Boo petted Qui's head gently. "You ask him," she answered softly. "Some guys can take if it you keep on going. Some are too sensitive and need for you to finish yourself off. Or give him a minute and maybe he can. . ."

She was interrupted when Qui took a deep breath, opened his eyes and said "I want you to keep going. I'm fine. But I want to watch."

Both Aahntie Boo and Ben nodded. "Slowly," she admonished.

Ben pulled out but looked down in surprise when his penis came out naked, the condom still trailing out of Qui's rectum. And he giggled. Qui didn't understand at first, but when he saw where Ben was staring, his eyes followed, and he started laughing too. When he could get a breath, Qui laughed, "Oh, force. I really did fuck the Trojan right off of you, didn't I?"

Whereupon, both Aahntie Boo and Ben collapsed into another round of laughter. Ben pulled the shriveled latex out and Aahntie Boo took it from him, dropping it in the trash basket.

Wiping tears from her eyes, Aahntie Boo reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out another condom. Qui took it from her and rolled onto his back, pulling Ben into a tight hug, a long slow sweet kiss. Then he pushed his lover back, and rolled the condom onto the still rampant penis.

Aahntie Boo helped Qui into a new position on his right side, tilted toward his back, with his left leg raised to Ben's left shoulder. This braced Ben, who approached and slowly slid back into the intimate embrace, watching Qui's face carefully as he advanced. He stopped his advance when Qui winced, but continued again when Qui smiled gently and said softly, "It's all right, my padawan." Their eyes locked for a long moment, and Ben started moving again, leaning against the upraised leg.

As Ben re-established his rhythm, he inclined forward. Aahntie Boo quickly moved in and put Ben's forearm against Qui's chest, giving him balance. In one of the tenderest gestures she had ever been privileged to witness, Aahntie Boo saw Ben slow his thrusting and with his left hand, he caressed the side of Qui's face, his fingertips lightly tracing their way from forehead to eyebrow to cheek, cupping the bearded chin in the palm of his hand. They smiled at one another, a sweet loving smile, and Qui turned his face into the hand and kissed the palm affectionately.

Aahntie Boo found herself wiping a tear from her cheek, it touched her so deeply. That didn't happen very often. This was turning out to be a remarkable night.

Ben quickly found his pleasure, watching himself pump into and pull out of Qui's body. Qui leaned forward and with one long arm, reached between the two bodies and felt the joining point gingerly with his fingertips. Responding to the touch, Ben hissed and grunted out something that sounded like `Oh, sift," which made no sense to Aahntie Boo at all. Must be some kind of Jedi temple expression.

Ben started making short stabbing movements, a broad smile spreading across his face. In a move that could only be accomplished with a tall bottom and a shorter top, Qui wrapped his left arm around Ben and with his right hand, he reached behind Ben's scrotum and pulled Ben to him. Shocked, Ben thrust in hard and held still, his balls in a firm grip. When Qui reached back just a little further and slipped a dry finger into Ben's anus, it was all over. Ben reared back with a scream, his body convulsing in waves as his orgasm shook him until his teeth rattled.

Aahntie Boo was fascinated with the expression of pride mixed with love on Qui's face, watching his padawan come hard. Heavens, she thought to herself, now I'm thinking of Ben by that name. These guys are really getting to me.

It was Ben's turn to collapse. He crumpled, his softening cock sliding out as he fell forward into the open arms of his lover, who clasped the younger man tightly against him. As Aahntie Boo moved discretely away, giving the men a moment of post-coital privacy, taking her Cosmo with her, she notice that Qui was moving his hand around on Ben's back, soothing and comforting his lover as he came down from his adrenaline rush. How sweet, she thought.

Aahntie Boo gave them about ten minutes and decided it was enough time. Give a couple too much time after sex and they would fall asleep in her bed and be hard to dislodge. She got up from her chair and approached the therapy bed again, finding the two entwined, surrounded by a glow that seemed to radiate from within and surround them, almost like a cloud. She hated to interrupt them, to dispel that lovely glow, but she only had an hour until West Wing started and she still had to pick up her pint of Haagen-Dazs.

"Gentlemen," Aahntie Boo said in a soft but very professional voice. "The session is over."

The two men looked at her as if she were an alien from some strange planet. Then they looked at one another, and, once again, Aahntie Boo had this creepy feeling that they were doing some kind of telepathy thing. Ben pulled himself to his feet and, before she could move, he took Aahntie Boo into a hug. "Thank you," he whispered into her ear, holding her tight.

Aahntie Boo was astonished. Usually, her clients became very self- conscious after sex and would avoid contact with her of any kind, even to the point that some men couldn't bring themselves to face her and would leave quickly. That was why she usually got her money up front. But then nothing else about these two had been ordinary from the moment her doorbell had rung this evening.

While Ben had been hugging her, Qui had slipped into the bathroom and returned with their clothing. Aahntie Boo turned away to give them a moment to dress, but it didn't escape her notice that they were touching each other often, little affectionate gestures that spoke of their fond regard for one another; a fingertip to a nose, a hand sliding down a forearm, a tug on the long braid.

When they were clothed, they came into the sofa area, the younger man following the older a step behind and to the right, obviously a position they adopted by force of habit. As they approached, Aahntie Boo held her arm out for a hand shake in a very businesslike manner. She gasped when Qui bowed over her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. "You are a treasure, madam," he intoned in his light brogue. "We will forever be in your debt."

Aahntie Boo found she was smiling so hard her cheeks were painfully taut. As the older man straightened up, she said, looking in Ben's direction, "You know, I told him he looks a whole lot like this actor that was in `Moulin Rouge'. Do you ever watch movies?"

"No, madam," Qui answered. "We seldom have had time."

"Well, you ought to make time. You see, you look a whole lot like this other actor that did a movie called `Schindler's List'. In fact, if you cut your hair and shaved, the resemblance is uncanny."

Ben and Qui just looked at her blandly. "You two really ought to get out more," Aahntie Boo said, showing them to the door.

"After tonight," Qui said, "I think we will be spending more time at home. But we shall take your advice to heart. Again, madam, my thanks."

"You are most welcome," Aahntie Boo said, thinking to herself that they might be delusional, but they certainly were beautifully delusional together. Perhaps life would be kind to them and someday they would make it back to their Jedi temple.

Ben turned back and gave her another quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then they were gone.

Closing the door behind the pair, Aahntie Boo made her way to the kitchen area to retrieve her coat and pocket book. She could do the laundry tomorrow. She peeked out the window, grateful that the earlier drizzle seemed to have stopped and tucked her umbrella into her coat pocket. Straightening her hair in front of the mirror, she smiled at herself. This really was a fun job. She'd forgotten to remind them to pay her for the session, but what the hell. Sometimes a little charity did an old biddy's heart good. Besides, she thought to herself, it had been a long session and it was late and she was tired. After a pint of butter pecan and an hour of West Wing when she got home, she ought to be able to get to sleep quickly. Maybe tonight, she hoped, she wouldn't have any more those nasty dreams she'd been having lately of the little green trollish dwarf in the brown robes with the cane and yellow eyes. And with those weirdly expressive ears. She shuddered. She was beginning to worry that she was seeing things, too.

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