I’ve never been brave enough for politics or the dealings of governments. I’m a quiet man with a calm heart and I leave those sorts of things to other people. But there is someone who makes my blood boil. From the bumbling of his vernacular to the slouchedness of his gait, every fiber of my being finds passion when I think of him.

It’s always been this way since the first night I was with Jar Jar. His clumsiness had stirred something in me that wanted to crush him in my arms. To *make* him sit still. To rob him of all that energy. And he knew it. He felt me look right through him. He was so vulnerable.

If anything could be said of the way we first met each other it was that the negotiations were short. One thing led to another so quickly and it was “Yousa follow me now, okeeday?”
“Okeeday”, I had growled. The anticipation building low but hot inside me. He lead me to room where he stayed while on Coruscant.

In moments we were disrobed and panting. I squeezed him against me, the heat of our embrace drawing sweat that commingled and filled the air with its scent. My nostrils flared. I pressed him to the bed, gripping his hailus between by fingers and clenching my fist. Binks’ tongue flopped drunkenly about his mouth.

Releasing him I put my hands to that ass, smacking it with my slick palm. He yelped and arched his back as I dove in. It tasted like caviar, and I ate until his pitchted moaning drove me to a violent frenzy. I had to have him. Once again he was mounted. I slathered my engorged penis with bacta he kept in a jar on the night stand. A “Jar Jar jar” he had mused.

Like a proton torpedo through an exhaust port I slammed into him. The suddenness of it made him scream. And the frailty of his scream drove me on. I pinned Jar Jar beneath me. The rythm. His eyes as they turned on their stalks to face me. His gigantic fucking teeth when his lips pulled back into a sheepish grimace.

“Yessa daddy big boss!”, He cried. “Shut up”, I spat back. But it was too late. His screaming had pushed me too far. He felt it too.

“Ohhh, dissa gonna get messy”

I exploded inside him. The shocks of pleasure wracked my body. Binks arched his back against my chest. We were so close. I came. He came. It was everywhere. We lied in it for hours. Just frolicking in our fuckings.

No lover since has been so sweet. Our lives took us elsewhere. But deep down I know we’ll have our time again. Call it wishful thinking or even law of attraction but I’m sure of it as clearly as I can still see that toothy grin and hear him slur, “Ooooh, icky icky goo”