Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 01:06:11 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Section 14 of Lances Story

"Well, when I was there for the interview, you mentioned that there are
actually over 100 members of the gym, that is, over 20 members more than
those employed by the firm.  I'd like to know about the extra members."

"Sure, Babe.  Some of the extra members are gay judges, lawyers, and
policemen we've let join who can help keep the activities of the gym
quiet."

"Sounds smart."

"Yeah.  In addition, we've got a few gay jocks from high school and
college, mostly football players."

"Yum yum!" I said, my mouth watering.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that.  But all the jocks must be relatives of
partners of the firm to ensure they don't squeal on us without someone
having hell to pay."

"Yeah.  Of course"

"Finally, we have six boys from the ages of 12 to 15."

"No shit?" I said, completely stunned.

"I guess that means you're a little surprised, huh, Babe?" Jim said
coyly.

"Fuck, Jim!  No pun intended.  That's illegal as hell!  Or did I
misunderstand something in one of my law classes?"

"No, sounds like you know your law pretty well, Babe," Jim responded,
chuckling.

"Seriously, Jim.  You guys could get in a lot of fucking trouble!"

"Only if we're caught," he said, chortling.

"Christ, Jim!  I've never fucked anyone that young before.  I mean, the
only time I ever fucked anyone younger than 18 was my first boyfriend who
was 16, and I was 16 too."

"Lance, we don't take on these boys lightly.  They're all sons of
partners in the firm, and they all have to show they've been seriously
interested in boys and men for some time.  Before we allow them to join
the gym and start engaging in the gym's sexual activities, I take them
around the gym for three days and let them watch everything to see how
they react.  They only thing they are permitted to do during those first
three days, other than observe, is touch and examine everyone's cocks
and balls.  They know that in three days, one of those cocks will fuck
them to pop their cherries, and they get to choose the cock that does
that.  The guy possessing the cock they choose must return the fourth
evening or Saturday afternoon to participate in the cherry popping
ceremony.  It is considered the highest honor at the gym to have a 12- to
15-year-old boy select your cock to pop his cherry."

"I can understand that, Jim.  As I'm sure you know, popping cherries is
my absolutely favorite thing.  I live for it."

"Yes, we know all about that, Babe."  I wasn't surprised.

"There's no greater feeling than to have someone ask you to pop his
cherry," I responded.  "I also consider it an incredible honor.  Of
course, I've never had anyone so young ask me to do it.  I can't
imagine what that could be like.  Such a young hole must be as tight as
hell, to say nothing about the boy being smooth and cute as hell, too."

"It's fucking great, Babe!  In any case, our cherry popping ceremony is
great, too.  Let me tell you about the horniest one we ever had."

"In a sec, Jim.  First, I want to ask something about these gay boys.
You say they're sons of partners of the firm?"

"Yeah . . . "

"Well how did these gay men get sons, anyway?  I mean, I do know where
babies come from, Jim, and I also know about adoption.  But it seems you
were talking about natural sons here.  Most gay men don't tend to have
sex with women, Babe.  Am I missing something?"

"No, that's a valid question, Babe.  In all these cases, the partners
had sex with women during their college days for one of various reasons:
either they were experimenting, still confused or unsure about their
sexuality, loaded one night, etc.  Some of them were married and then
divorced after they settled on their sexuality.  In all cases, at some
point the mother decided she would rather let the son's father raise the
child for some reason."

"OK.  That makes sense.  But why have the sons all become gay?  Not
every son raised by a gay father becomes gay, Jim.  I hope the partners
aren't pushing their sexuality on their sons."

"Absolutely not, Babe.  No partner here would ever do that.  In fact, if
anything, we would all discourage our sons from being gay because of all
the homophobia still existing in society.  In fact, we have a few
partners raising sons who are straight and, naturally, they have not
joined the gym."

"That's good, Babe.  I'm glad to hear you're not forcing this on
anyone.  That would really upset me," I told him.

"I agree, Babe.  We're not into forcing anyone to do anything.  Anyway,
let me go on and tell you about the horniest cherry popping ceremony we
ever had.  It was the most unusual one, too, but it will also explain
everything we normally do."

"I does sounds horny and, if I know you, probably nasty as hell, too,"
I said.

"You're getting to know me better and better all the time," Jim said,
laughing evilly.  "Anyway, one day a partner brought his 13-year-old son
to me and told me his son wanted to join the gym.  I asked the boy the
normal questions and determined that he was psychologically and
physically ready to be a member of the gym.

"So I took the boy through the gym for three nights while the father
worked out.  The fathers are not allowed to go with us through the gym.
The boy was, naturally, fascinated by all the fucking, sucking, and
licking.  The members usually get horny when a new boy goes by, and they
all start to show off.  Naturally, the leches all want to be the cherry
popper.  The boy touched and examined everyone's cock and balls.  Of
course, he was impressed that all of them measured at least 8" and went
up to 10".  He was also fascinated by foreskins since neither he nor his
father had one, and he'd never seen one before.

"The third night he selected the man whom he wanted to pop his cherry.
I made him swear not to tell his father who it was because it had to be a
secret.  I told him he would learn after the ceremony why it had to be a
secret.  The boy promised me he wouldn't tell his father.

"The next night, both the boy and his father showed up for the
ceremony.  The boy and the cherry popper went to the Jacuzzi where the
ceremony takes place.  A small but nice bed was laid out.  They got
started taking a Jacuzzi in the nude and playing around, kissing,
relaxing, and getting to know each other.  The man then started
stretching the boy's asshole slowly with his fingers so his large cock
would fit a little easier in the boy's asshole.  It's never enough, of
course, but it at least reduces a little the pain and discomfort and thus
the corresponding yelping and screaming.

"While this was all going on, the father was in another room, the
so-called viewing room, along with all the members of the gym who were
present that night.  Usually a large majority is present on these nights
because in the room where the ceremony is taking place, there are a dozen
closed circuit cameras which catch every angle of the ceremony so it can
be watched live in the viewing room.  The ceremony is also taped, and
anyone can get a copy of it after the fact.

"The father is seated in a comfortable chair in the center of the room.
His arms and legs are restrained because invariably, once the ceremony
gets started and the father sees his son's intense discomfort at having
his asshole violated and hears his screams for assistance and his pleas
for the whole thing to stop, the father wants to help his son.  This, of
course, cannot be permitted.  Once the ceremony starts, it must be
completed.  The father's gut reaction must not be permitted to overrule
his common sense."

"You are a bunch of nasty sluts, Jim," I said, laughing hysterically.
"But why make him watch it if you know he's going to react that way?"

"Because the bitch is sacrificing his son to a bunch of horny sluts, so
he ought to see what his baby has to go through.  Besides, he's
effectively turning his son, in a loose sense, into a common whore, so he
should watch and remember the entire scene.  More on the `whore' part
later."

"You know that's a bunch of shit, Jim.  You bastards just want to see
his father suffer."

"To be honest, Babe, you're right.  We love it!  Every fucking bit of
it!!  It's one of the horniest experiences you can imagine!!!
Restraining a father while he watches his young son being fucked for the
first time is sooooo naughty, nasty, and delicious, especially when he
brought him to us to have it done in the first place--and more especially
since the father has already been to a few of these ceremonies as an
observer himself, so he knows full well what's going to happen.  The
whole thing is so fucking surreal!  It makes your cock harder than
anything else you could possibly imagine--whether or not you're the
cherry popper.  It doesn't really matter.  It's still so fucking horny
you can't believe it!  But that's not all of the story."

"There's more, huh?"

"Of course, Babe!"

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I said, chuckling.

"HA HA!  Anyway, during these ceremonies, we don't turn on the cameras
till the boy is on all fours and the cherry popper is about to put on the
condom and lube up.  This is so the father can't yet determine who the
cherry popper is.  The initial view is from behind.

"As usual, during this ceremony, as soon as the boy was penetrated, the
boy started screaming like a stuck piglet, begging the cherry popper to
stop, yelling that his cock was just too big.  And as usual, the father
tried to get out of the chair and demanded we stop the ceremony, calling
us all a bunch of assholes and other nasty names, arguing that we were
hurting his baby.  We all laughed hysterically.  And of course, we did
nothing to make the cherry popper stop."

"You naughty, nasty bitches!" I said, laughing.  I couldn't believe I
was laughing at all of this, but I was.  Why did I find all of this so
amusing?  They were fucking a 13-year-old for God's sake!  But I
couldn't help it.  I was as hard as a fucking rock!  And I was waiting
to hear the rest of every detail with rapt anticipation.

"Maybe.  But you know you'd be one of us bitches in the room, too, and
loving every second of it!"

"Fuck yeah!" I said.  Christ!  I didn't believe it.  Where did those
words come from?  What was I becoming?  Fuck!  I didn't really care
anymore.  I looked down at my pants and saw the biggest fucking tent I'd
ever seen before.  It wasn't just hard anymore.  It was huge!  For a
second I was surprised--I really was.  But after about a half second I
didn't give a shit anymore.  I grabbed a hold of it and squeezed it.  I
let out an audible moan without meaning to.

"What's that I hear, Babe?" Jim said, tongue in cheek.  "Are we
getting a little excited?"

"Fuck off, bitch!" I said, and giggled quickly, just to make sure he
didn't believe I'd let him get to me, even a little, though actually he
was, and I think he probably knew it.

"That's what I thought," Jim continued, laughing hysterically.
"Anyway, the rest of us took off our jocks and started playing with each
other.  In fact, after a few minutes, it turned into a huge fucking orgy,
as usually happens while we watch some boy being violated for the first
time.  Of course, don't forget, both the father and the boy had
originally begged us for all this to happen."

"Oh, of course, Jim, of course, as if this would make any difference to
a DA," I said, mockingly.  Jim laughed.

"Then a couple of guys started playing with the father," Jim
continued.  "They sucked his cock till it got as hard as a rock while a
couple of others pinched and sucked his nipples, and a couple of others
licked and sucked his balls.  As soon as his cock got hard, the guys
mocked him.

"'Oooooo, looks like you're really enjoying watching your little boy
getting fucked, huh?" some of the guys joked.  The father couldn't help
himself.  He started getting off on everything.  The scene was all too
much for him to control his sexual urges.  He moaned and groaned, thus
clearly demonstrating his sexual satisfaction at what he saw and heard
was happening to his young son.

"It's usually at about this point in the ceremony, about five minutes
after the fucking on all fours has started, that the cherry poppers turn
their heads around so the fathers can see for the first time whom their
sons have selected to pop their cherries.  It's always fun because the
fathers usually hate the cherry poppers for at least a couple of months
after the ceremonies, while at the same time they have to watch their
sons have a very special loving, clinging relationship with their cherry
poppers.  This time we had a big surprise for the father.

"The cherry popper slowly turned around.  Up till now, all that this
father could tell was that the popper was one of the younger members of
the club who was in excellent condition.  That really didn't surprise
him.  The boy had an older brother whom he idolized who was a real jock
type high school football player.  But the father really wasn't ready
for it when it was the boy's older brother who turned his head around
and winked into the screen at his father and silently lipped `Hi Dad'
into the camera.  The older brother did all this as he continued to fuck
his little brother violently, while the younger brother continued to
squeal and shriek in agony.

"The father immediately lost his hard on and struggled like hell to get
out of the chair.  All of us laughed hysterically.

"'That bastard!' the father screamed.  `I'll kill the fucker!  I'll
kill him!!'"

"Jim, you are all nasty, naughty, reprehensible sluts," I said,
giggling.

"Lance, I'll be a nasty, naughty, reprehensible slut till the say I
die," Jim answered, laughing back at me, hysterically.

I laughed out loud, but I had to wonder for a few seconds what I was
getting into.  These guys played for keeps!  Fortunately, I was going to
be in control when I got there.  But what that actually meant, I was no
longer completely sure.

"Anyway," he continued, "the rest of us got as hard as steel.  We
assured the father that it was the boy's idea, that we'd even
discouraged it, but that he insisted.  Even the older brother thought it
might not be a good idea, but the younger boy still insisted.  In fact,
he had begged his older brother to do it.  The older brother agreed
because he didn't have the heart to say no.  The father said he wasn't
surprised because, again, the boy idolized his older brother.

"The older brother, however, didn't have the greatest relationship with
his father, so now that he was in the situation, he was going to take the
opportunity to piss off his father as much as he could.  He continued to
look at the cameras and wink every chance he got.  He'd raise his fists
like he'd won or conquered his little brother or had beaten his father.
He'd thrust into his brother hard every once in awhile then tell him he
had to do it because the men would do it, too.  Then he'd look at his
father and wink.  He'd look at the cameras and stick out his tongue and
lick it like he was enjoying a really nasty fuck.

"But the nastiest thing the older brother did was to tell his younger
brother so his father could hear it, right after he first turned to let
his father to let him know that he was the one fucking his younger
brother, that the little boy had to start calling him `Daddy.'  He said
that he had to pretend their Dad was fucking him for the first time he
was being fucked.  He told the boy that everyone had to do that.  He told
him that dads couldn't fuck their boys because it wasn't allowed.  But
the dads wanted to, so the boys had to pretend they were and call their
first fucker `Daddy.'

"So for the rest of the ceremony, the boy called his older brother
`Daddy,' and whenever he did, the older brother looked into the camera,
smiled like a nasty, wicked slut, and winked, or licked his
lips--anything that he knew would get a rise out of his father. And it
did.  Every time he did it, his father groaned, moaned, twitched, averted
his eyes, or did something else to show his intense discomfort or
dislike.  The older brother was really a pro."

"Or one of the nastiest bitches I've heard of in years," I said.

"That too," Jim said, chortling.  "Finally, after the older brother
had flipped over the younger brother so he could fuck him as deeply as
possible, and grunt his intense satisfaction as loudly for as long as
possible, and make his younger brother hurt as much as possible, which
his younger brother finally got used to, which really drove the father
fucking nuts . . . "

"I'll just bet it did," I said, chuckling.

". . . the older brother looked at his younger brother, eased up a
little, and told him he loved him very much and asked him if he'd hurt
him too much.  The younger brother smiled, told his older brother he was
fine and that he loved him too, and kissed him passionately, shoving his
tongue down his older brother's mouth as far as he could get it.  That
was all the older brother could stand.  He withdrew his cock and came,
and came, and came, all over his baby brother's face, demanding that the
boy eat as much of his cum as possible.  The father got silent when he
did that.  The rest of us cheered.

"The older brother then made sure his little brother came, too, by
sucking his little brother's 8" cock and swallowing all his cum.  The
baby brother was in ecstasy after he came.  Tears were in his eyes as he
thanked and kissed his big brother.  The big brother also got
sentimental, and they fell into each others' arms.  It was actually
quite sweet.

"This is not a selfish place, Lance.  We don't rape people.  Mutual
pleasure is expected.  That's why boys who have not reached puberty are
not permitted to become members.  In general, we believe they are unable
to experience sexual pleasure on the level boys who have reached puberty
can.  Therefore, we feel having sex with prepubescent boys is
exploitation, and consequently, we don't engage in it.

"The older brother then cuddled with his little brother awhile while
they bonded.  The little brother clung to his big brother as always
happens between the cherry popper and poppee after a cherry popping
ceremony.  It's inevitable.  There's a permanent bond between them.
Those two brothers will always be close, in more ways than one."

"Yeah, that's always been my experience, too," I noted.  "You have no
idea how many men feel close to me to this day because I took their
virginity."

"After five or ten minutes more," Jim continued, "the older brother
looked at the little brother, smiled, and told him how great a fuck he
was and that he was proud of him.  He kissed him and thanked him for
choosing him.  He told him also that their father was going to be very
mad at the older brother, so he shouldn't be surprised.  The younger
brother said he didn't understand why.  He said it was OK and not to
worry about it.  He just wanted him not to be surprised.  He also told
him he'd wanted to fuck him since the little brother was eight, and now
he could fuck him all the time.  That made the little brother very happy.

"Right after that, as we always do, the rest of us, one by one, came all
over the father who was still restrained in the chair.  If the father
still hasn't cum, and in this case he had--those looks from the older
brother that he hated had nonetheless driven him over the edge--we work
him till he does.  Then we empty the room of everyone except for the
father and go out to the young boy and bring him to his cum laden father
so he can see how nasty and slutty his father can get.  The little boy
then has to lick his father clean of all the cum.  It's time for the
little bitch to grow up."

"God, Jim.  You guys play rough," I told him.

"The gym isn't for the weak, Babe.  We're a bunch of athletes, Lance,
studs, sluts.  We're not wimps.  If a 12- to 15-year-old wants to play
with the big boys, he's got to be ready."

"Yeah, I guess."

"There are a few more things you should know about the young boys.  One
thing is that we don't permit fathers and sons to fuck at the gym.  We
aren't animals, Lance.  We don't believe in incest.  We can't, of
course, control what the fathers and sons do when they're not here, but
we tell the fathers we expect them not to fuck their sons anywhere, and
we hope they do what we expect them to do."

"We have permitted this brother-brother sexual relationship to continue
everywhere because we believe it is healthy for both of them.  We would
have to decide this on a case-by-case basis were it ever to arise again.

"One further general thing about these boys: when a 12- to 15-year-old
joins the gym and has his cherry popped in the gym, all his undergraduate
and graduate education expenses are paid by the partnership--that means
everything--provided he stay at the gym steadily after he joins the gym
till he leaves for undergraduate school, i.e., comes to the gym on
average three times a week, and that he also comes to the gym three times
a week whenever he is back in town on vacation till he graduates."

"So," I interrupted him.  "Basically, you're turning these boys into
your little whores!" I said, a little heatedly.

"Well, that's how I put it earlier, and technically, I suppose you're
right," he responded.

"Well just how the fuck would you put it?" I said, all of a sudden a
little hot about what was going on.  I really wasn't sure why I got
upset.  Just a moment ago, I had been horny as hell at the prospect at
fucking the little bitches.  I guess he'd just spoiled it for me by
telling me they were getting paid for it.  It just sort of bugged me that
at that age they were making the decision as to whether to sell their
bodies.  Interestingly, it didn't bother me that I thought it was OK for
them to make the decision whether to fuck.  I guess I thought that when
you threw money into the mix at that age their decision on whether to
fuck was no longer totally independent, that is, it had the danger of
being somewhat more coerced.

"Cool off, Babe.  You have to remember, their fathers are all partners
in the firm.  They all have plenty of money.  They can all go to the best
schools anyway.  What we're giving them is not anything they really
need.  It's not like a typical whore who earns money to live--like you.
What we're paying them is more like a bonus or gift or graduation
present from high school.  And they fuck because they like it, not for
any other reason.  They love it, Babe!  We call them whores for fun, that
is, only because it makes it seem a little nastier to fuck them.
Actually, we love them like they're our own boys.  You'll see, believe
me."

I couldn't argue with him really.  They aren't whores in the
traditional sense.  We whores do it for pay to live on.  A lot of us
don't like it.  Fortunately for me, I love it!  Otherwise, I wouldn't
do it.  I have a law degree.  I don't have to do it.  But God help me
how I do love it!!

As guess as long as they're treating the young boys well and are not
taking advantage of them, and they actually love it, it's not such a bad
thing.  WOW!  I had really changed in the last 72 hours, hadn't I?

"It's different with you, Babe," he continued.  "You're a true
whore.  And you love it, and you're the best.  Hell, you've never
actually stopped being a whore, even when you were at law school with
your two boyfriends, Jay and Matt.  You have deep feelings for them,
sure, but deep down you've been a whore with them too.  Your basic
relationship with them has been that you've loved giving pleasure to
both of them.

"But did you ever really commit to either of them?  It took you forever
to commit to Jay, and didn't you do it basically just because you felt
you were under pressure to?  He had already told you how much he loved
you months before.  And with Matt, you still can't commit to him the way
he has committed to you.

"In the end, Babe, you're still a whore.  You've make them happy just
like you did your clients while you were in college.  You may not have
been taking money for it for the last three years.  Instead, you've
accepted other things, like emotional support for example.  But you're
still basically a whore.  Right?"

Now I was pissed, really pissed.  For a split second I had to consider
whether he might be right, of course, but then I knew he was full of
shit.  And I was going to give it to him with both barrels, right between
the eyes.

"Listen, Jim," I said, trying to control my intense anger, "Matt and I
had a quick conversation this morning just before I called you.  He told
me how much I'd changed over the weekend and how much it scared him.  He
told me effectively that I had become a whore over the weekend and that
he wasn't sure he would love the new me like he loved the old me, the
one who wasn't a whore.  He was afraid our relationship was, as a
result, going to be severely damaged and ruin our last two months
together.  Nevertheless, he said he would deal with it because he thought
the job with your firm was the best thing for me.  As you can see, he
loves me so much he'll do anything for me no matter what the
consequences to him.

"I tried my best to reassure him and told him that because of the change
I was forced to go through, he was fortunate in that be able to see
another side of me: the stripper and whore I was BEFORE I started law
school.  And as a result, he'd have his own callboy and stripper for the
next two months, and at no charge.  That seemed to make him happy, though
I'm not 100% sure whether he was faking it or not."

Now I got heated.

"Jim, I know clearly the difference between being a whore and NOT being
a whore, and as you just heard, Matt does too.  And I assure you, had I
been a whore around Jay, he would have known it as well, probably better
than Matt.  Jay was an extremely intelligent and sensitive man.  He would
have known in a split second if I'd tried to pretend with him that I was
something that I wasn't, like a whore does for his clients.

Now I got even more heated.

"Jay and I and Matt and I had sincere, honest, loving relationships,
unlike anything between a whore and his clients.  So if you ever again
intimate or suggest anything to the contrary, I swear I'll beat your
fucking ass on my way out the door.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Whoa, Babe.  I'm sorry.  Really.  I guess I was way off base.  I
actually intended to mean what I said as a compliment, though when I
think back on it now, I guess it really did come out all wrong.  I'm
really glad for you, and for Jay and Matt, that you were able to set
aside the life you led in college to have those wonderful relationships.
I don't think I could have done it if I had been what you were in
college.  I'm impressed, and envious, too.  Really.  Sincerely.  And
I'm truly sorry to have upset you. "

"I'm not sure whether to believe you, Jim, but I'll give you the
benefit of the doubt, this time anyway.  In any case, I'll apologize
too.  I just can't help but be so sensitive about all this, but the end
is coming up so soon and so fast.  I'm really on edge about it all.
Please, can we just forget about the past couple of minutes and move on?
You have no idea how difficult all this is for me."

"I guess now maybe I do, Babe.  If nothing else, perhaps this past
exchange has shown me that loud and clear.  OK.  Let's get back to
taking about the boys."

"OK, fine."

"Another thing you, I'm sure, would be interested to know is how
attractive and gorgeous these boys are, Babe."

"Sure.  Tell me about them."

"Remember, Babe, these are all sons of partners, and the partners'
cocks range from 8" to 10" and are generally thick.  Consequently,
these boys tend to develop early and tend to be hung.  Therefore, the 12-
and 13-year-olds have all measured 7" or 8", and the 14- and
15-year-olds have all measured 8" or 9" so far."

"Fuck, Jim!  That hadn't occurred to me.  That's amazing!"

"No shit.  And get this, sometimes you get a young boy whose cock has
started to develop and he hasn't started his growth spurt."

"What are you getting at?"

"Well, let me put it this way, one of the greatest fucks I ever had was
the night I spent with the 12-year-old son of one of our partners who'd
had his cherry popped a couple of nights before by another partner.  This
little bitch had an 8" cock but was only 5'2" and had a small frame
with huge feet and huge hands.  He was the most incredible sight you
could imagine!"

"Oh, fuck!"

"No shit!  I got behind him to fuck him and spread his legs a little,
and his cock actually touched the sheets!  His foreskin and the precum
dripping out of it were actually rocking forward and back as I grabbed
his waist and pushed it forward and back just a little.  And all the
while I did, the little bitch moaned with intense pleasure."

I was about to lose it.  Just then, I had a quick flashback.  I had no
idea where I was.  I wasn't sure I was in my own body either.  All I
knew was that I was fucking someone who seemed very, very young, and
very, very dark.  And it seemed like it was a long, long time ago.  He
loved it, though.  And so did I.  This all happened within a split
second.

"That sounds amazing, Jim.  So what happened next?"

"I tell you, Lance, these boys are fuck machines.  They are so eager.
They get into bed with you and can't get enough--ever.  If you're in a
hurry, all you have to do is stick your finger in their mouth to get it a
little moist, then stick it up their ass, then touch their prostate for
just a couple of seconds.  They'll swoon and then look at you with
glazed-over eyes.  You say, `OK, my horny little bitch.  As you can see,
I know exactly what you need.  Give me what I need first, and then I'll
give you what need.'  At that point, they turn into the most incredible
sluts you could ever imagine.  Their tender, smooth, hot, supple bodies
do things you can't imagine."

Fuck!  I could imagine it all right.  I was doing everything I could not
to imagine it!!  But I did know one thing: I was going to get there and
end up in bed with those little bitches and pop the cherries of any new
ones that joined the gym come hell or fucking high water!!  But I had to
play it cool.  I couldn't lose it.  Not now.  Always cool, Lance.  Keep
fucking cool.

"And what do you do if you're not in a hurry, Babe?" I asked him, a
little tongue in cheek.

"Oh, Babe, that's even better.  In that case, I look at the boy, smile
broadly to him and, seating him on my lap, pull his head down gently to
mine, and start kissing his young, soft lips gently--i.e, as gently as a
horny jock can kiss.  Then I start slowly pushing into his small mouth
with my tongue to find his small, hot tongue and dart back and forth over
it.

"After he's relaxed a little, I descend slowly to his nipples and start
licking and sucking and nibbling on them, first softly and then more
firmly.  Soon I'm biting one and pinching the other just to the point
where the pain and pleasure equalize.  At that point, the boy winces and
moans and throws his eyes to the back of his head and his head back at
the same time.  Finally, with one hand I reach under his large now stiff
cock and then back under his large balls and play extremely lightly with
them with my finger nails.  At the same time, my other hand descends to
his little asshole and tickles it most gently."

I was just about to lose it entirely.  I was breathing heavily.  I only
hoped Jim couldn't hear me.

"At this point, the little bitch almost always loses all control and
turns into a complete slut for sex.  I don't have to say anything else.
He knows exactly what to do.  Even if he didn't, it wouldn't matter.
Hormones would take over.  He's all over me--on my cock, on my ass,
etc.  He even sits on my face to let me taste his juicy little hole while
he moans his satisfaction.  Finally, after just the right of stimulation,
he gets on all fours, ready to be plowed.  He does all this without any
direction from me.  It's all automatic.  It's extremely erotic.
They're complete sluts, Lance.  Complete.  You have to experience it to
believe it."

"They do sound like a lot of fun, Jim, I must say.  I do think I'd like
to see what they could offer."

"You're being awfully cool about this, Babe," he said, somewhat
guardedly.

Good.  I didn't go too far.  But I didn't want to go too far the other
way either, so I thought it might be good to give him a little of both,
sort of confuse him a little.


"Not at all, Babe.  I'm in, that is, It definitely sounds like
something I'd like to try.  It's just that I guess after all the stuff
I've done during my life, sexually speaking that is, I sort of have to
experience something before I can get too excited about it.  Merely
hearing about it usually just isn't enough.  No offense."

"Understood.  No offense taken," he responded.  "I do feel I need to
tell you one more thing about the boys, since you raised the subject,
Babe."

"Shoot," I replied.

"Well, you remember the young stable boy who took care of you this past
weekend?"

"You mean the cute blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who was so embarrassed
and tongue-tied when I came out of the shower nude?"

"That's the one.  He's one of our six boys."

"Really?" I asked.  Damn!  I certainly did remember that minx.  He was
so fucking cute.  I'd even thought about him a few times since I'd seen
him 48 hours before.

"Yeah.  In fact, he's our best one.  He's incredible.  He's 14.
He's been with us since he was 12."

"But he acted so shy, Jim.  You'd never know that he was so uninhibited
in bed."

"Yeah.  It really is sort of unusual.  He's the shiest boy I've ever
met, except when he's fucking.  Then he's a complete unadulterated
slut."

"That's unbelievable!"

"Yeah, but there's more."

There always seemed to be more with Jim.  I was afraid to ask.

"What's that?  Or should I ask?" I said, jokingly.

"No, this is kind of cute, actually.  He knew before you got here that
you were coming to interview with us, and who you were.  He'd heard of
you from his father.  So he asked me if there were some way he could
`get a look at you,' so to speak.  I told him he could be the stable
boy.  He said he really just wanted to see your face, not see you nude.
He told me he'd be too embarrassed to see you nude.  He was afraid he
couldn't handle it, being so shy.  I put him on the spot and told him he
could be the stable boy or nothing.  He decided to be the stable boy but
reluctantly."

"You're a bitch, Jim, a real bitch.  Couldn't you have cut the boy a
little slack?  Christ!" I said, actually a little miffed.

"Oh, I was just having a little fun.  Deep down he was dying to see you
nude, he was just too shy to admit it.  Anyway, you saw how he reacted to
you.  He was completely nonplussed.  If he hadn't known that the mirrors
were see-through, I actually think he might have jumped you."

"C'mon, Jim."  I actually felt a little embarrassed.  I expected men
to be attracted to me, but it was a little different with 14-year-old
boys.

"No, Lance.  I'm serious.  After he gave you the towel, he came out to
see me before he left.  He had a glazed-over look in his eyes, the look
that showed he has a serious crush on you.  What's worse, he took me
aside and did something I'd have never expected from him, being as shy
as he is."

"What's that?" I asked.

"He TOLD me to make sure you got an offer and accepted it.  He told me
to do whatever it took to make you come here--not asked, TOLD.  He has it
bad for you, Lance, worse than I do, and I don't believe I'm saying
that."

I didn't believe it.  A shy 14-year-old boy wanted to be with me so
badly that he found the nerve to tell his father's boss to arrange
it--not ask, tell.  This was all too unbelievable.  And the boy was so
incredibly cute.  No, he was fucking gorgeous!  And he was so good in
bed, too.  OH MY GOD!

"Jim, this isn't some come-on just to get me there, is it?  Because if
it is, I swear I'll not only never forgive you, I'll make you pay big
time."

"C'mon, Lance.  Given all you know about us, I know what you could do
to us.  Do you think I'd be stupid enough to lie about this?"

"I suppose you're right.  That would be incredibly stupid."

"Just a little more about the boy.  He's incredible, Babe.  His father
is one of our 10" thick-cocked partners.  Consequently, the boy has
already developed quite a bit despite how young he is.  He already has a
9" thick cock, and his body has started to fill out--I mean, he already
has a little muscle definition."

Oh, fuck, I thought!  The bitch is only 14, but he apparently looks like
he's 16 or so.

"He's also a soccer player just finishing the 8th grade, so I have him
wear his soccer uniform to the gym every once in awhile and come to see
me in the Jacuzzi where we rendez-vous alone--at least once each week.
He's so fucking hot in his black cleats, long socks, and short jersey
that I nearly cum just looking at him.

"I have him remove his shirt as soon as he opens the door to reveal his
developing chest.  I remove the rest, during our session, when I desire,
or when I tell him to.  Sometimes I ask him to do a slow strip tease,
which he does like a fucking pro.  By the way, I tell him not to shower
after practice.  I love to smell his scent and see the stains all over
his body and uniform."

Fuck!  Jim was driving me nuts!!  A sports uniform.  On a young boy.  And
dirty.  OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!  I was breathing heavy--so fucking heavy.
What those beautiful blue eyes must look like!

"And next year, late in the fall, he'll turn 15.  So he's starting
high school this Fall as a freshman.  He's going out for football.
There's no question but that he'll make it, so instead of a soccer
uniform, he'll be coming to the gym in a football uniform."

Shit!  I came.  There was no stopping it.  I didn't even touch myself.
Jim had taken me back to my high school days.  Blond-haired, blue-eyed
uniformed football players.  There was my high school sweetheart, Tim,
standing right in front of me, as if it were yesterday.  Fuck!  It was
all too much.  This 14-year-old boy wanted to fuck me sooooo fucking much
he was TELLING Jim to get me there. I was going to fuck Tim again.
FUCK!  DAMN!

"Lance, are you there?  Lance?"

"Sorry, Jim.  I got distracted.  I was making some tea here.  The water
in the microwave was done."

"I didn't hear a beep, Babe," Jim said, giggling, in disbelief.

"Uh, no, I took it out before the beep.  Anyway, you were saying . . .
"

"Well, about the boy's crush.  As I said, it's, well I would say, for
want of a better work, unprecedented.  I've never seen anything like
it.  He called me Saturday night to ask me how the lunch meeting with you
on Saturday afternoon went.  His voice had a tone I'd never heard in him
before, i.e., except like the one earlier that afternoon before he left:
not shy at all; determined.  Then he called me last night to ask me how
our conversation yesterday afternoon went.  He had the same tone in his
voice.  Then he called me today at noon to ask whether we had spoken this
morning and, if so, how it went.  He had the same basic tone in his voice
except this time it had a little more anxiety and desperation in it.
Lance, he wants you worse than I've even seen anyone want anyone else
before."

"That's cute, Jim."

"Lance, I really don't think this is just what I would call `cute,'
and I don't think I'd classify this as just a `crush.'  It may be
more than that."

"C'mon, Jim.  Isn't he a little young to know about anything more than
a crush?"

"Under normal circumstances, I would say `Yes.'  But this boy is
intelligent well beyond his years."

"God, Jim.  Are you suggesting I come there and pursue a relationship
with him?  Do you think that would be healthy?"

"No, not really, though I'm not necessarily ruling that out, either.  I
do think, however, that it would be healthy for you to be here to help
him work through his feelings for you.  And please understand, I am not
using this to apply any pressure to you to accept our offer. Honestly."

"Then why are you bringing it up?" I asked, with an obvious tone of
slight irritation in my voice.

"Easy, Babe, easy.  Don't get upset.  It's only for this reason: if
you decide at the end of our conversation not to accept our offer,
that's fine.  In that case, however, I'd ask you to do me a big favor,
for the boy.  You've already agreed to come here and pop my cherry if
you decide not to come, and for that I'm very grateful.  I'd like you
also to come here to see this boy and spend some time with him doing
whatever he wants.  Up to a week if he wants--longer if you're willing
and if he also wants.  I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

"He really means a lot to you, doesn't he, Jim?" I responded.

"Yes, Babe.  If I had a son, I'd want him to be just like him," Jim
said, with great emotion.  I could tell it was difficult for him to get
it out.

"That's sweet, Babe.  Look, I doubt I'll have to worry about that
promise, because I think I'm just about ready to accept your offer, but
I'll agree to your request and come to see both you and the boy if I
decide not to accept the offer.  So, at the end of this conversation
you'll be able to tell him one of two things: either I'll be there in a
couple of months as one of your attorneys and will do my best to be with
him as often as he wants, or I'll be there is a couple of months and
will spend at least a week with him and do whatever he wants."

"That's great, Babe, and so are you.  I knew there was a reason I
wanted you to join our firm, I mean, other than the obvious one, of
course."  He laughed, and so did I.



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