Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2007 21:31:33 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lance's Story 1 - 2

Section 1

I'm not sure anyone would be interested in my story, but some of my friends
and colleagues have been telling me for a long time to write it down, so
here goes.  I'm certainly not  the only guy in the world with a big cock.
Other well-endowed guys probably experience the same types of things.  But
I'll go ahead and write it down so you can read it.  You can let me know
whether reading it was worth yourtime.

My name is Lance Dawson.  I'm an attorney in a large town in the Midwest.
I'm 28.  Some have told me I'm very attractive.  I'm 6 feet 1 inch tall, I
have blue eyes, and I have brown hair which I keep short.  I don't have a
beard or a mustache, but I keep a 5-o'clock shadow look.  I keep my body
totally shaved, except for my head, the 5-o'clock shadow I already
mentioned, and just a little bush above my cock.  My cock and balls and
asshole are shaved smooth at all times.

I work out regularly at the local gay gym.  My working out has given me
nice pecs, a nice 6-pack, and a butt to kill for.  I also have hard biceps
and triceps, though they're not overly developed.  My legs are very
muscular.  I like to keep them that way, more so than my arms, because I
need my leg muscles more for fucking than I need my arm muscles.  All in
all, I'm strong and quite well defined, but I wouldn't call me ripped, at
least not everywhere.

I have size 13 shoes.  I know what you're thinking . . . about the old
wife's tale that the size of ones feet is related to the size of ones cock.
Well, in my case, it's true . . . really, really true.  My cock is huge!
It's 12" long and 7½" in girth.  It's uncut and tapers at the base.  As for
my balls, they are as big as tennis balls and hang in a sac so huge that it
hangs lower than my cock when my cock hangs limp at 7".

Another interesting thing about my cock is that it's dark, dark like I was
Latino or Greek, yet I'm pale white.  No one can explain why the rest of my
body is as white as snow in the winter while my cock and balls are
extremely dark.  Perhaps I had a Latino or Greek in my past, but my parents
aren't aware of it, at least they didn't tell me when I started writing
this autobiography.  The effect is breathtaking.  Guys at the gym are
always staring at my cock.  I know it's mainly because of the size, but the
contrast of light and dark is something I've overheard guys talking about
also.


Section 2

It wasn't till I was 12 that I realized for the first time that I was
different than most other boys.  My cock was already 5" soft and 8" hard,
which was incredibly big for a boy my age.  In addition, my balls were
already as big as golf balls, and I also had a lot of public hair.

Of course, I had developed very early.  I mean, a boy whose cock eventually
grows to 12" doesn't go to bed one night with a 6" cock and wake up the next
morning with a 12" cock.  It needs time to grow--a lot of time.  So it starts
to grow earlier than the average boy.  But of course I didn't know this when
I was 12 years old.

So when I had my first gym class at 12 and I had to take a shower with the
other boys, they all started laughing at me and pointing to my cock.  I
didn't know at first why they were laughing, but I quickly heard them saying
that my cock was bigger that their cocks, and my balls were a lot bigger
too, and I also had a lot of pubic hair.

I became very upset and went home crying.  I told my father that night what
had happened.  He laughed, which made me even more upset.

"Don't let that bother you, Lance," Dad said.  "You're very lucky.  You just
don't realize it yet.  Boys and men are going to be looking at your huge
cock and balls for the rest of you life."

"But why, Daddy?" I replied.

"Well, son, boys and men always want their cocks to be as big as possible.
They always want to have a bigger cock than they already have.  It makes
them feel more like a man.  Then they have something other men don't have.
It makes the other men jealous.  Do you understand?"

Of course, there are other even better reasons why men like to have big
cocks.  But my father didn't tell me all about, for instance, how much nicer
it was to have a huge cock when you were fucking a tight hole--any hole.  I
guess he didn't think I was old enough yet.

"Not really, Daddy," I said.

"You will soon, Lance.  Just don't let it worry you.  If boys laugh at you,
just grin back at them and remember that before long they'll be looking at
your cock and wishing that they had one as big as yours, rather than
thinking it's a strange thing.  Trust me.  I know because I have a really
big one, too, and the same thing happened to me when I was your age."

"OK, Daddy.  How big is your cock?  Can I see it?"

"Sure, Lance."  My father pulled his pants down and showed me his cock.  It
looked huge to me.  It was 7" soft.

"Watch this," he said.  He stroked it and got it hard.  It got up to 9".  I
was shocked.

"Yours will probably get even bigger, Lance."

"How do you know that, Daddy?"

"Because I happened to walk into the bathroom when you were taking a shower
the other day and saw yours, and I noticed that yours is already bigger than
mine was at your age."

I blushed.  "So how big do you think mine will be, Daddy?"

"Hard to say, Son.  At least 10".  Maybe 11" or even 12"."

"Wow, Daddy.  That's really big!"

"Yeah, Son.  Bigger than almost anyone you'll ever meet.  You'll be very,
very pleased."

And, of course, he was right.  Not only did my cock get very big, but it
seemed like it was only a year or so before all the jokes and laughing
stopped.  As soon as most of the other boys' cocks started growing hair and
their cocks started getting a bigger, they kept looking at my cock, which
was always bigger than theirs.  But they didn't laugh at mine anymore.  They
seemed to be comparing theirs to mine.  Now it was my turn to laugh, and
inside I did.

But a funny thing also happened.  I started looking at their cocks, too.
And I wanted to be around the boys whose cocks were bigger and who were
developing faster and were looking more like men.  I wanted to touch their
cocks.  I started to fantasize about their touching my cock.  I even started
to fantasize about boys with big cocks sucking my cock and vice versa.  And
eventually I thought about what it would be like to fuck a few of their cute
asses with my huge cock.

By that time I was 14, my cock had grown to 7" soft and 10" hard, and I was
horny all the time.  It was difficult for me to take a shower after gym
without having a hard on because I was so attracted to all the boys' cocks.
This became a real problem.  Once again, some of the boys made fun of me and
called me a fag and a queer.  They were right of course, but it hurt just
the same.

I was a good athlete and played on some of the junior varsity teams at high
school, so I thought I could level with the junior varsity coach and ask him
what I should do.  I went to him and admitted I was gay and told him about
the situation in the locker room.  He made a good suggestion.  He told me
that every day before gym I should go to the bathroom and jerk off before
getting dressed.  Hopefully that would relieve me enough so I wouldn't get a
hard on after gym when we took our showers.  His suggestion worked, so I got
over that problem.  Unfortunately, though, a few years later another problem
developed.

By the time I was 17, I had developed fully.  I had grown to 9" soft and 12"
hard.  The boys in the locker room were fucking amazed every time they saw
me.  Just soft at 9" I had more than double what most of them had hard.
They were all incredibly jealous.  When I was on the soccer team, I could
hardly find a jock strap that fit, let alone a cup.  Even when I went
swimming in a Speedo it was fucking ridiculous.  Being an exhibitionist at
heart, I really loved being on the swim team and watching all the jaws drop
in the audience when they watched me walk around in my skimpy Speedo,
especially when I was boned.

The problem was that it had gotten out that I was gay, and the varsity coach
had decided that he was going to take advantage of that fact.  So one day he
called me to his office after soccer practice.  After I entered his office,
he locked the door behind me saying he didn't want us to be disturbed.

I looked to the other side of the office and saw that the quarterback of the
varsity football team, Tim Johnson, was also in his office.  The coach
looked at me and told me that he had learned I was gay.  I wasn't sure what
to say, but I got hard looking at the two incredibly handsome jocks in front
of me.  Both of them smiled, unable not to notice I was boned, and the coach
asked me whether it was true that I was gay.  I knew there was no way out of
the situation, so I got bold, whipped my cock out of my jock strap, and
asked them whether that answered their question.

The two of them were all over my huge cock like two dogs who hadn't eaten in
a month.  They both tried to suck it, but it was too huge.  But that made it
all the more a challenge for them.

Finally, frustrated that he was still unable to get any of my cock into his
mouth, the coach took off his clothes.  He was extremely good looking, dark,
Italian, and very buff.  In fact, I had been dreaming for years about having
a sexual experience with him.  His 7" uncut cock was at attention.  He got
up on his desk.

"Lube the bitch's cock up," he ordered Tim.  "Hurry up!"

"Yes, coach!" Tim replied.

Tim reached into a desk drawer for a tube, squeezed something on his hand,
and rubbed it on my cock.

"Now fuck me, Lance.  Fuck me hard, you bitch."

"Yes, coach.  But do you think it'll fit?" I asked, somewhat sheepishly.

Tim and the coach laughed deeply.  "Make it fit, asshole!" the coach
ordered.

I didn't like his tone, so I shoved my cock up his ass hard, and decided
that since I was the one with the huge cock, and I was the one doing the
fucking, I was the one who was going to be in charge from then on.

"You like it hard, huh, coach?" I said mockingly,

"Aw, shit, you fucker."

"Yeah.  Take it, you nasty cock sucker.  Take my cock, all of it, you
worthless piece of shit slut."

I didn't know what had possessed me.  I had never done this before.  I was
really getting into this.  I was in total control, and I loved it.  I shoved
my huge cock up the coach's ass to the hilt.

"You like all my cock, bitch?" I asked the coach.

"Ugh, my God!  Jesus Christ!!  I never knew it would tear up my insides like
this."

"Yeah.  Suffer, bitch!  And I haven't even started fucking your nasty hole
yet!"  And I started laughing a deep guttural laugh that scared even me.

"Oh, shit.  Not that.  Stop, Lance, stop.  I order you to stop!"

"No fucking way, coach.  You wanted my huge cock, now you're going to take
it, every fucking inch of it!"

I started fucking him, and fucking him, and fucking him.  Soon I was tired
of fucking him from behind, so I threw him on his back, without having to
withdraw my cock, threw his legs up on my shoulders, and fucked him on his
back.

"Lance!" Tim shouted.  "Be reasonable.  You're going to really hurt him.
You've got to stop."

I didn't pay any attention to Tim.  I just continued fucking the coach like
a dog who had just gotten a whiff of a bitch in heat.

Finally I looked down at the coach with a crazed look in my eyes.  "Look
into my eyes, you cunt!" I ordered him.

He looked deeply into my eyes.  I could tell he was scared--petrified, in
fact.  I loved it.  It made me even harder.  I couldn't believe the power I
was feeling.

"Now jerk off while I finish fucking your ass, bitch," I commanded him.

The coach jerked him cock.  It didn't take him long to cum.

"Oh, God," he said.  "Oh, my fucking God!" he said as he began to squirt.

"Yeah, I'm your fucking God, bitch.  Now open wide," I said, as I withdrew
from his ass and filled his mouth with my cum.

"Swallow every drop, bitch, or else you'll never have this cock up your ass
again.  And I know you don't want that, do you?"

"No, Lance.  I want it, I want it."

The coach never missed a drop.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Next!" I yelled, looking the stunned quarterback directly in the eye.

"Oh no!" Tim said.

"Strip and get your tender ass up on my desk," the coach said.  "Otherwise,
you're off the team as of this minute."

"But coach, I'm a virgin!  He'll rip my ass apart!"

I thought to myself, "Wow!  I get to pop my first cherry."  I never knew
then that it would soon become my favorite thing in the whole world.

"Get your ass out of here!" I ordered the coach.  "I'm fucking him alone,
without an audience, got that?"

"No, coach, don't leave, please!" Tim begged.

"Sorry, Lance," the coach said.  "Lance is the boss.  I gotta have his cock
again."

The coach left his office, and I locked the door behind him.

Tim slowly stripped.  He looked like he was getting tears in his eyes.  I
watched lustfully, with an evil grin.  When he was finally nude, I looked
him over from head to toe.  He was fucking beautiful: blond, blue eyes,
about 6' tall, an 8" uncut cock, ripped, nice big feet, abs to die for, and
tight bubble butt.

"Get up on the desk," I ordered Tim, but not too gruffly.

Tim hesitated first but then obeyed.  I entered him slowly and as gently as
I could, not like I did the coach.  He yelled so loud I thought he'd wake
the dead.  As one would expect, he was tight, much tighter than the coach.
I didn't think I'd be able to get hard again so soon, but that hot, tight
fucking ass did it for me.

I LOVED it!  May God help me how I loved it!!  I keep pushing into him, but
I was gentler with him than I was with the coach, and I did it more slowly
so he could get used to it--not so much because he was a virgin, but because
of my feelings for him.  I'd been attracted to Tim for a long time, so I
felt like I wanted to make love to him, not just fuck him.  At first he
didn't realize that for the pain, but eventually he did.

I kept fucking him from behind until he got more comfortable with it and the
pain has subsided some.  As I did, I whispered in his ear to relax and that
I would be as gentle as I could.  I told him the pain would lessen and to
trust me.  I told him he would learn to love it.  I told him I had always
wanted to have him that way.  I told him everything I could think of to make
him want me as much as I wanted him.

After awhile I turned him on his back without having to withdraw my cock
from his ass.  He groaned as he watched my cock remain up his ass.  It was
an impressive reminder to him of how big I was.  I resumed fucking him and
was able to get deeper up his ass.  I don't think he expected this.  He
moaned and groaned more, but this time I think I saw a hint of a smile on
his face.

I made him look me in the eye like I did the coach, but unlike with the
coach I kissed him passionately.  I'd always had a crush on him, and I
wanted him to know it.  He wasn't sure he was into kissing me at first, but
soon he got used to it.  And the longer I fucked him, the deeper his tongue
went into my mouth.

I started to jerk him.  I didn't leave it to him to jerk himself off like I
did the coach.  I did it lovingly as I smiled at him.  When he started to
cum, I said encouraging things to make him shoot a lot and to shoot it far.
I could tell it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had.

When I shot my load, I shot past his head about a half dozen times.  My eyes
rolled to the back of my head.  I leaned over him, went down to his ear, and
whispered, "See?  That's what you do to me."  He giggled.  I kissed his ear
then gave him a long kiss on the lips.  He returned the kiss.  It felt like
that kiss never ended.  Whenever I close my eyes and think for just a few
seconds, I can remember everything about that kiss as if it happened a few
seconds ago.

I slowly went down to suck on his nipples.  He went crazy.  Then I tongued
my way slowly down toward his cock as I lightly pinched his nipples with my
two hands.  He groaned slightly.  I took the head of his cock in my mouth.

"What are you doing?" Tim said, as he lifted his head slightly to look down
at me sucking his bone.

"Don't you like it?  Do you want me to stop?" I said, as I winked at him
playfully.

Tim just moaned and lay his head back down on the desk.

I licked up and down the shaft of his cock.  Soon I released his cock and
started licking his balls.  He started breathing heavily.

"Oh my, God!" he said.  "No one's ever done this to me before."

"Guess now you can't say that anymore, can you?" I said with a giggle.

I slowly took one ball then the other into my mouth.  I had imagined doing
this with someone, anyone, for years.  Now that I was doing it--and with this
gorgeous man, one of my idols--it was unbelievable.

I returned to Tim's cock.  I started giving Tim a blow job, the best I
could, not having ever done it before, up and down, being as careful as I
could with my teeth.  Saliva dripped out of the sides of my mouth as I tried
to make sure I kept it as wet and moist as possible.

"Lance, I'm going to cum!" Tim said after about 15 minutes.

"Uh huh," I said.

"Take it out, Lance."

I ignored him, holding tightly onto the base of his cock, making sure he
couldn't withdraw it from my mouth.

"Lance, I'm cumming.  I can't stop!"

I looked up at him.  He was looking down at me.  I winked.  That was too
much for him.  He came, and came, and came.  And I swallowed every drop.

When he was done, I let his limp cock fall out of my mouth.  Slowly I made
my way to him.  I smiled at him.

"You're unbelievable!" he said to me.

"You're not bad yourself," I said.

We both laughed.  Then we kissed each other and hugged each other tightly.
I told him I loved him.  He told me he needed a little more time to figure
out how he felt about me.  He said it was all happening so fast.  But he
knew he wanted to see me again really soon, and not just for the sex, though
that had been incredible.  I told him that was good enough to start.

Although he said he needed some time, when we were done, Tim's eyes were
glazed over, so it was clear how he felt for me.  I could have asked him to
do anything for me, and he would have done it.  He was in love with me,
though it might take him a little time to figure it out for himself.  You
always love the one who fucks you the first, no matter how much it hurts.
It's just the natural order of things.

Tim and I became lovers for the rest of our junior and senior years in high
school.  We had to keep it quiet because of the prejudice in our small town.
  He even had to keep up the pretext of having a girlfriend.  I really felt
sorry for her because she was being deceived, but prejudice causes ugly
things to happen.  Our romance continued through the summer after we
graduated from high school.  Then we left to study at different colleges,
and we haven't seen each other since.

That was, believe it or not, the very first sexual experience I'd ever had.
I knew right then that my father had been right.  I knew for sure that I was
gay and that my cock was going to be like a magnet to many men throughout
the rest of my life, though I had no idea then to what extent.  It was clear
to me, however, that I was going to be in great demand.  Moreover, I loved
fucking men.  I knew how to do it, and I knew how to be in control of the
situation.  I was very fortunate, and I was going to be a very happy fucker.

Unlike in high school, I became a lot more sexually active at college.  I
was the true BMOC, with an emphasis on the "B" for BIG.  I'm not exactly
sure how it got around so fast, but in no time everyone knew I had a huge
cock.  Maybe my roommate saw my cock one day while I was dressing or jacking
off, maybe someone saw it in the shower, or maybe someone saw it in the
school gym and found out my name.  I don't know.  But in no time, it was all
over the university.  I constantly had dudes and coeds wanting to be around
me.  It got to be impossible to concentrate on my studies.  I had to do
something about it.

I decided the only thing I could do was to come out and get myself in the
proper environment appropriate to my sexuality.  At least that way I could
reduce the population of people interested in me by 50%.

So I asked the university's gay alliance group what they suggested I do.
Unfortunately, that only made things worse.  Although the heterosexuals were
now leaving me alone, I now had a group of gay men who not only knew I had a
huge cock but knew I was gay also.  As a result, they were all hitting on me
constantly.

I almost decided to transfer to a smaller college.  Instead, I decided to
try something else first.  I pledged the gay fraternity on campus.
Naturally, I had no problem being accepted.  And given my situation, I could
put some conditions on my acceptance, and they were only too glad
accommodate me, given what they knew about me.

I did not expect to be made an officer of the frat house, but I did demand
to be made the leader of all organized sexual activities.  They had no
problem with this.  Consequently, for the four years I was there, I
organized all kinds of sexual parties, orgies, etc., most of which featured
my huge cock as the centerpiece.  Officially, I was the frat's "Sex Chief."

In addition, in all the initiations my cock played the prominent role.  I
fucked all the initiates, both on the night they pledged and on the night of
their initiation, and also, if they turned me on, frequently during the
pledge period.  If they were not virgins, the members watched and cheered.
If they were virgins, I popped their cherries with great enjoyment the night
they pledged, but in private, and gently, in order that they become attached
to me and psychologically dependent on me forever.  As always, this was a
big turn on for me.  Those unsuspecting young men became my pets, my puppies
for the entire time I was there.  I still receive letters from them to this
day saying how much they miss me.

The frat members really loved my tenure as the "Sex Chief" of the
fraternity.  They could never get enough of my cock.  I fucked all of them
repeatedly while I was there.  It was still difficult to complete all my
classes while at the university, because of the constant, insatiable demands
for my cock.  But at least my sexual activities were for the most part
limited to the young men with whom I lived.

I did occasionally bring to my room at the frat house a gorgeous hunk I
picked up somewhere on campus.  Usually it was a freshman who hadn't yet
heard about my reputation, someone my gaydar told me was a virgin.  So,
naturally, I popped his cherry.  Sometimes they tried to leave before I got
the chance to fuck them after I had dropped my pants and they saw my 12".
But a little expert cock sucking always convinced them to stay.

My frat brothers loved to hear the screams of my cherry popping escapades
coming from my frat room, so we usually had to have an orgy after I was
done.  What a bunch of horny sluts they were.  They were all so fucking
easy.  I really miss them sometimes.

By the time I entered law school, I had turned 22.  I had matured, not only
psychologically but in my physical looks.  I no longer looked like a boy but
like a man.  I was getting to be rather attractive.  I had filled out and
was starting to get a little ripped and chiseled due to lifting weights and
exercise, and I was rather handsome, no longer cute.

I joined a gym when I first got to law school.  The gym also had other
students and faculty as members.  Consequently, I soon got a reputation at
law school just like I had at undergrad school.  Fortunately, law school had
fewer students, so it wasn't as much of a problem as it was at undergrad
school.  However, an additional problem arose at law school which, somewhat
surprisingly, hadn't been a problem at undergrad school: professor interest.

One day, a couple of weeks into the first semester, my Torts professor,
Professor Martin, asked me to see him in his office at the end of class.  I
was suspicious of him.  He had seen me work out at the gym a half dozen
times over the past couple of weeks, and had always seemed to end his
workout at the same time so he could be in the shower at the same time I
was.  He also always took a shower right next to me and stared at my cock
the whole time I was there.

When I got to his office, he asked me how I thought I was doing in his
class.  I told him I thought everything was going well.  He said he
disagreed.  He said he didn't think I was participating enough in class and
it was going to hurt my grade.  I knew that was bullshit, but I also knew I
had to hear him out.

I asked him what I needed to do.  He said he thought I needed to do some
additional studying, and he would be happy to assist me.  The best place to
do it, he said, would be at his apartment.  "Naturally," I thought to myself
sarcastically.  He told me he thought it would be a good idea if I came to
his place at 8 p.m. that night.  Reluctantly, I agreed.

I knew what the bitch wanted, so I decided to give it to him.  But I also
decided it would be the last time he got it and to make sure I got an A out
of the class if I had to do it even just once.

I went to my apartment and asked my roommate to help me.  He had a friend
who was an expert in audio/video equipment.  My roommate and his friend
helped me hide a video camera in my briefcase.  Just to be safe, in case I
couldn't aim the camera where we were going to have sex, I placed a tape
recorder in my suit coat that I would turn on to record the audio while I
was there.

I arrived at Professor Martin's house promptly at 8 p.m.  He told me he was
glad I had decided to take him up on his offer.  He offered me a glass of
wine.  I seemingly reluctantly accepted.

After a couple of minutes of silence while we drank our wine, Professor
Martin said, "I've been impressed with you since I first saw you at the
gym."

"What do you mean?" I said, as if I didn't know.  "What impressed you about
me?"

"Your eyes."

I thought to myself, "What a load of shit!"

"I don't know what you mean," I said.  "You said you would help me with my
homework.  That's why you said I should come here."

"Don't be naïve.  You know why I asked you to come here."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I've seen your huge cock at the gym, and I want it.  Unless you give it to
me, I'll flunk you.  And when you do fuck me, I want you to take control and
fuck me like a bitch.  And if you don't do exactly what I say, you'll be in
big trouble."

"I'll report you to the Dean," I threatened.

"And whom do you think he'll believe?  How many times do you think students
have told professors that they'll report them for sexual harassment if they
don't give them a good grade?  It happens all the time."

"You really are scum, Martin."

"Yeah.  Maybe I am.  So what do you say?"

I got up and slowly started to remove my pants.  When I pulled out my huge
cock, Professor Martin groaned and said, "Oh yeah.  I've wanted that for
weeks."

And with that, he lunged for my cock and tried to get it into his mouth.  I
adjusted the angle of the camera, pretending I was trying to move my brief
case out of the way.

After awhile, Professor Martin stopped sucking my cock and ordered me to
take off the rest of my clothes.  He took off his.  He got on the bed on all
fours.  What a comical sight he was.

"Fuck me with your huge cock, Dawson.  And treat me like the slut I am.
Now!"

I though to myself, "OK, bitch.  But I'm going to enjoy this more than you
think."

While his back was turned to me, I pointed the brief case so it pointed
right where Professor Turner was sitting doggie style on the bed.

"I think I'll fuck you dry, you bitch!"

"Oh, shit.  Not that.  I didn't expect you to go that far."

"Tough shit, you asshole.  This is payback for all the other students you've
pulled this on."

I entered his asshole with just the tip.

"How's that feel, you prick?" I asked him.

"Ugh" was all he could get out.

"I thought so.  You like that 12" cock?"

"Twelve inches?  Really?  My God.  I didn't know it was that big."

"Every bit of 12", you cock sucker.  Here, take a few more!"

"God damn it.  How many are in there now?"

"None of your fucking business, cunt."

I noticed he had a cock that was not even 6" long and was very thin.  I
don't make fun of other men's cocks as a rule. A man can't help what he's
born with.  Besides, no matter what the size a man's cock is, the potency of
his orgasm is the same, so the size of his cock doesn't matter in that
regard.  The only difference is that a man with a small cock may not be able
to make someone else as happy with his cock as someone like me can with a
huge cock.  But since this cock sucker was effectively forcing me to fuck
him, I decided to make him pay for having a small cock.

As for force sex, I'm against it.  As an attorney, I counsel anyone who asks
me, that if a women tells a man to stop making love to her, even all the way
up to a millisecond before he cums, he must withdraw.  Otherwise, it's rape.
  The recourse he has it to tell everyone what she did and to spread it all
over town that she's nothing more than a prick tease and a cunt.

Of course, my situation is a little more problematic.  If I were to withdraw
and not continue every time someone told me to stop in the middle of a fuck,
I'd never get through fucking anyone.  I've never put my cock up anyone's
ass that didn't beg me to stop virtually immediately and often throughout
the fuck.  There's just nobody who can take my thick 12" cock without
screaming or at least begging me at some point that I remove it.

Therefore, I have to make sure, by asking them over and over before I insert
my cock, whether they are sure they want me to fuck them.  If they say they
are, I warn them that once I start, there is no turning back.  If they say
they understand that, I take that as their agreeing that any future
expression asking me to stop after I've begun is null and void.  Besides, I
know that once I'm through they'll be happy I fucked them, so I've nothing
to worry about.  I think it's the best anyone with a 12" cock can do, at
least until the law gets changed.  Well, back to the fuck at hand.

"You're really a worthless excuse of a man, Martin.  You're cock is so small
that not even four of them would make up one of mine, and it isn't even half
as long as mine.  How can you live with yourself at the gym?  I wouldn't
have the guts to strip in the gym and take a shower if I were you.  You're
pathetic."

"You bitch," he said.

"Watch what you say, you lech," I replied, "or this fuck is off."

"No, not that.  Please.  I'll be good.  I promise."

I shoved it in a few more inches.  Then I took it out a couple of inches.

"Why'd you take it out some?" he asked me.

"Because I fucking wanted to, you nasty whore!  Who's in charge here,
anyway?"

"You, Dawson, you are."

"That's right.  Don't forget it."

I shoved in about 5".

"Oh my God!" he yelled.

"I'm your God, Martin!" I replied.

He didn't respond.

"You're such a tight bitch," I said.  "You sure anyone's been up your ass
before?"

No response.

I shoved in a little more.

"How much left?" he asked me.

I just growled and laughed deeply.

I shoved in a few more inches.

"Shit!" he yelped.

"Here comes the rest, slut."

I shoved in the remainder, all the way, till the pubic hairs reached his
sphincter.

"It's all in now, bitch.  How's it feel?" I asked him.

"It hurts.  It hurts.  Take it out.  Take it out!"

"Yeah, right.  Scream all you want, bitch.  It's not coming out till I'm
done.  I'm going to fuck you now.  I'll be taking it out . . . then putting
it back in . . . then taking it out.  You know how that works, right,
teach?"

"Jesus Christ!  Have mercy."

"How much mercy have you had on all the other students you've done this to,
you filthy cock sucker?"

I started fucking him like a jack hammer.  He groaned and begged me to stop.
  I wouldn't.  I didn't.  After a while, I threw him over on his back and
kept fucking him, this time even deeper.

"I'm going to pass out," he complained

"You know you love it, you whore.  If you can't take it, maybe the best
thing is for you to go to sleep.  I lose more good fuck partners that way,"
I said, laughing deeply.

Soon, the lech started coming violently without ever having touched himself.

"My God," he said.  "I don't believe it.  I'm shooting and I never jacked."

A few minutes later I withdrew, shoved my cock in his mouth, and started to
release a huge load.  He tried to turn away, but I slapped his face till he
held his head still.

"Drink my cum, bitch!  Take every drop.  Choke on it."

The professor swallowed most of it between chokes.

"God that was good," he finally said.

"I'm sure it was, you filthy lech," I finally said.

"Yeah, Dawson," he said.  "Be here tomorrow night at the same time."

"Fuck you!" I said.  "This was a one time thing."

"I don't think so, stud," he said.  "Tomorrow, same time, same place, or
you'll fail my course."

I got dressed, picked up my briefcase, and left.  When I got home, I watched
the tape with my roommate, Jay Williams.  We needed to make sure I got the
whole scene on tape in order to copy it the next morning.  Jay and I had a
rather unexpected encounter while we watched the tape.  More on that later.

I took a copy of the tape to my Torts class the next afternoon and gave it
to Professor Martin with a note attached to it.  The note said:

"Professor Martin,

I'm sorry I won't be able to keep our appointment tonight, but I think
you'll really enjoy watching this tape.  I think this should make up for my
lack of class participation and ensure that I get an A at the end of the
semester.

Please keep this tape confidential.  We wouldn't want it to fall into the
wrong hands now, would we?

Lance Dawson"

As the semester progressed, I began to think I'd made a mistake in giving
the tape to Professor Martin.  I'd given him the opportunity to get off over
and over by watching a pornographic record of our fuck.  I decided I had to
find a way to get it back from him.  But I couldn't just tell him I wanted
him to bring it to me.  He'd just make a copy of it before he gave it to me.
  I had to come up with a plan to prevent that.

At the end of the semester, the day of the two-hour final exam in Torts
finally arrived.  I sat down, blue book in hand, and began to take the test.
  Instead of writing the test, however, I wrote a message to Professor
Martin.  This is a short except of what I wrote:

"Martin,

You're scum.  What you tried to do to me and have no doubt done to countless
other students is reprehensible.  You are a disgrace to the legal
profession.  You deserve to be disbarred and dismissed from your position at
this law school.

I will watch you for the remainder of my time here, and I will continue to
keep in touch with people at the school in the future to see whether you
take advantage of any students while I'm here or after I leave.  If I hear
of any further disgusting conduct on your part, I'll give copies of the tape
I made to the dean of the law school, the president of the university, and
the local television station.

Your favorite 12" cock,

Dawson"

After about 45 minutes, I took the blue book up to Martin.  As I handed it
to him, I gave him a note and said, "Read it."  He looked up at me.  I said,
"NOW!"  I stood there while he opened it. As he started to read it, I turned
and walked slowly toward the door.  The note read as follows:

"Martin,

I've no doubt after you read my test you'll agree that I deserve an A in
your class.  I don't think you would want to make the mistake of giving me
anything less than an A, nor do I think you would want to make the mistake
of not doing exactly the following:

Go to your apartment NOW, get the tape I gave you of my giving you the fuck
of your life with my huge 12" cock, and bring it to me immediately.  I'll be
waiting for you in the commons area.  You have exactly 30 minutes to do it.
The 30 minutes begins as soon as I reach the door.

Dawson"

Just as I reached the door to leave the test room, I heard Professor Martin
announce to the class that he would be back in about 30 minutes.  He passed
me in the hall running as fast as he could.  If he didn't disgust me so
much, I could almost pity him.

I waited for him just a few feet away from the classroom in the commons
area.  The feeling of power I had over him was like an aphrodisiac.  My cock
was getting hard, very hard.  I was glad.  It would be rock hard when he
returned with the tape.

In about 28 minutes, he walked up to me panting.  I told him we should go
off to a small area where we could talk and no one would see us.  He
followed me.

"Here," he said.  "Here's your fucking tape."

"Why professor," I chortled, "you seem upset."

"You asshole!" he said.

"Listen, you prick.  You're a fucking lech.  You disgust me."

Then I thought I'd lie, just to make the bitch suffer.  I took one of his
hands and placed it on my crotch so he could feel my 12" stiff cock.

"What's even worse, Martin, you didn't have force me like you did.  When I
first met you in the gym, I noticed your cute little ass, and I saw you
hunger for my huge cock.  I liked that, Martin.  I've always liked it when
men have lusted for my big, fat cock.  Then, when it turned out you were my
Torts professor, I thought I might like to try you out.  But then you
decided you had to force the issue.  What a stupid asshole, Martin.  If only
you'd tried to seduce me, I was more than ready for it."

Then, to top it off, I kissed him lightly on the lips.  I lowered the tone
and volume of my voice and started to talk more plaintively.

"Too bad, Martin.  It might have been really good," I lied, "for both of
us."

I wrapped both arms around him, hugged him tight, and gave him a long,
passionate kiss.  I looked at him, with tears in my eyes--oh I was REALLY
playing it up well--then I turned slowly and walked away.

"Dawson, wait," I heard him say weakly.  But I just kept on walking, letting
him see that I was wiping a crocodile tear from my cheek as I walked away
from him, knowing he'd have no trouble giving me an A after that
performance, and yet also wondering how he'd react to the blue book he'd
soon read.

I received my A in Torts from Professor Martin.  Throughout the remainder of
my three years in law school, whenever I saw him, whether in the halls, in
the commons area, or elsewhere, I'd smile, seemingly a little weakly and
regretfully, and wink at him, just to make the bitch suffer.  And suffer he
did.  He always looked away from me quickly like he couldn't bear being near
me, which was just what I wanted.  I wanted him to suffer, just like he'd
made all the other students whom he'd fucked over had suffered.  He deserved
it.

Professor Martin never dared to go to the gym again during my time at the
law school either.  That certainly wasn't surprising.  Furthermore, I never
had any problems with any other professors while there.  I'm sure he got the
word out to any of the other gay professors who might have happened to be at
the school.


Comments are always welcome
Lance: lance.dawson@hotmail.com