Morganstern, now lying on his back, looked up at Jon, the
lithe young stud who was just starting his first impaling thrust.
But with no more than an inch of himself inside Morganstern, who
was the bigger, more muscular of the two naked young writers,
Jon stopped and held himself perfectly still. Morganstern asked,
“What’s the matter?” “Short fuze, real short.” “You afraid
you’ll go off too soon?” “Sure am,” said Jon.

“May I make a few suggestions?” asked Morganstern as he felt
Jon cautiously ease himself deeper.

“Go ahead,” said Jon with a jerk of his head that swung …