"Oh Gods ... yes ... yesssssssssssss!" The young man on the bed
writhed with pleasure and lust, his body's opening pierced by that
long, flexible, slippery and very wet *thing* his Master used on him
like an expert, as if … yes - as if he'd used it a million times
before. On others? On *himself*?

Obi-Wan didn't care, he simply wriggled closer and closer to that
sweet intruder, adjusting his posture for maximum and most
pleasurable effect as his rectum was filled deeper, his prostrate
massaged by that special anatomical detail of the *thing* deep within
his body. His hands were gripping the sheet underneath him while his
Master's free - or not so free - hand slowly pumped his enlarged cock.

"Maaaastaaahhhhh … oh Forceeeeeeee" He came with a triumphant cry,
shooting his seed all over Qui_Gon's hand, bucking for a last time
onto the very hard *thing* he had up his ass.

After a few minutes of composing himself again, the young man looked
at his Master who lay beside him, smiling benevolently onto his eager
apprentice.

"Qui-Gon? If I had known this would be so … pleasurable…" A hand
swiped away the sticky braid from Obi-Wan's face.

"I know," his Master answered with a small chuckle, "I would have
used this novel toy on you much earlier!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Obi-Wan leaned closer, planting a very deep
kiss onto Qui-Gon's mouth, taking the very much Gungan-faced, long-
tongued hand puppet from his Master.

"I believe it's *your turn* now!" He chortled as he pushed his Master
onto his back to prepare him for this outworldly bliss!

The End!