Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:39:14 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Section 15 of lances story

Once I'd agreed to help the boy, I knew my next demands were going to be
easy to get by Jim.  Any further negotiating was unnecessary.  Jim would
agree to virtually anything I asked for.

"Thanks, Jim.  In any case, in order for me to accept your offer,
here's how it's got to be.  The fucks at the office will be limited to
the 80 guys at work and so will the two scheduled fucks at the gym every
night and on every Saturday afternoon.  I think that's only fair since
it's the firm that's paying me.  That will ensure that I fuck the 80
guys at work at least once every month."

"I agree.  I think that's best," Jim responded.

"In addition, any member of the firm who is a virgin right now will stay
that way till I get there.  I'll arrange to pop his cherry ASAP after I
get there."

"Good.  And being one of the ones in that category, I'm looking forward
to it, Babe."

"Yeah, I know.  You never stop reminding me, you horny bitch."

"HA HA!" Jim laughed.

"As for anyone who's 16 or older who's not a member of the firm who
wants to join the gym, he will be asked immediately whether he's a
virgin.  If so, he will be my next 9 p.m. Monday through Friday evening
or 4 p.m. Saturday afternoon fuck and will have his cherry popped
then^×or, if it can be arranged, at the office on rare occasions.  This
of course is an exception to the rule about those office slots being held
for only the 80 guys at the office.  Naturally, if more than one 16+ year
old guy joins in one day, I'll take them consecutively, not together.
I've had experience trying to pop more than one guy's cherry at the
same time.  Sometimes it doesn't work out too well.  Guys often chicken
out after watching someone else have his cherry popped."

"I can understand that, Babe," Jim responded.  "I'm not sure I'd
like to watch you pop someone's cherry just before you pop mine," he
added, chuckling.

"I'll bet you're right, Babe," I said, laughing evilly at him.  "As
for 12- to 15-year-olds, I'll be the ONLY one from now on who'll pop
their cherries.  Period.  Furthermore, from now on, all boys 12 to 15 who
are not virgins will not be permitted to join the gym.  They'll have to
wait till they're 16.  This will encourage their horny fathers and
everyone else to keep their fucking hands off them so I can be the one to
pop their cherries or face the consequences.

"Also, and this is important, Babe, any 12- to 15-year-old boys who want
to join the gym from now till I come will have to wait till I get there
so I'll be the one who pops their cherries.  Make sure you announce that
immediately to everyone there."

"Well, well, Lance.  What's this?  Just a few minutes ago you were so
worried fucking these boys was illegal.  Has your Brazilian ancestor had
some sort of an effect on you all of a sudden?" Jim asked me mockingly.

"How did you know about him?" I asked him.  "Oh, never mind.  I guess
you discovered that in your research as well, huh?"

Jim just laughed hysterically.  "Sounds like my favorite whore all of a
sudden has lost some of his scruples.  That's good.  The bigger the
whore you are, and the less conscious you have, the better off you'll be
here."

I knew he was telling the truth.  The sooner I gave in completely and
realized I was a nasty, naughty whore, and stopped fighting it, the
happier I would be at the firm.  But I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it
to Jim^×not yet, perhaps not ever.  I needed to do things in my own time
and on my own terms^×or at least make it sound like that, even if it
appeared clearly the other way.

"Not at all, Jim," I lied.  "Now that you've explained that the boys
are all sons of partners of the firm and are well vetted before they
start their activities at the gym, I think I'm willing to play along.
Besides, I'm well aware that in many countries, the age of consent is
much lower than in the U.S.  In Spain, for example, the age of consent is
12.  So fucking boys these particular boys down to the age of 12 here
doesn't present much of a moral problem for me, so long as certain
strict conditions are satisfied."

That seemed to me like a fairly good argument, one that an attorney would
be proud of.  I still wasn't sure I bought it myself, but I was pretty
sure I could convince myself of it over the next two months.


"Sounds a little bit like a load of shit to me, Babe," Jim responded.
I could almost see the evil grin on his face through the phone.
"Nevertheless, I'll accept it.  Besides, I am aware of the age of
consent's being only 12 in Spain.  I've taking a few trips to Spain
over the years and enjoyed some nice young legal boy pussy while there.
I had intended it to be a surprise, but since you're already aware of
the age of consent there, I'll go ahead and let you know now that I get
to Spain a few times each year on business.  From now on, whenever I go
to Spain, you'll be accompanying me as my "assistant", so to speak,
and we'll be having a lot of orgies with 12-year-old boy pussy while
we're there."

"Yum, yum, Babe!  I'll be looking forward to that, Jim."

"Now who's the lecherous slut?"

"You're turned me," I said, chortling.

"Good.  Anything else to discuss?"

"Yeah, there's just one more thing I'd like to run past you, and for
me this is more important at this point than anything else in my life."

"Sounds important, Lance.  Lay it on me.  I'll do whatever I can for
you."

I knew he would^×ANYTHING, just to make my happy so he could get into my
pants to use my monster for his own enjoyment ASAP.

"Thanks.  Well, Jim, you know how important Matt is to me."

"Of course."

"I've decided to take him to Paris and Monte Carlo in a few weeks
during our Spring Break for, uh, a sort of a celebration and farewell
trip at the same time."

"Sounds great, though it's rather both a happy and bittersweet occasion
at the same time, isn't it?"

"Yeah, really.  But here's the thing: I really can't afford it on my
own right now.  However, there are four ways I can think of to swing it:
borrow money from a bank, take out student loans, ask you to forward me
the money on my signing bonus, or ask you to front me the money on my
salary and deduct it periodically the first year I'm there.  Now, I've
been thinking about each option and here's what I've come up with.  Uh,
regarding the first one . . . "

"Lance, don't mean to cut you off, Babe, but I think I've got a fifth
way that you'll like even better."

"Yeah?  What's that, Babe?"

"We'll fund your trip to Europe completely, at no cost to you.  You'll
be flown there on the company jet.  It'll be completely at your disposal
to fly you between the cities you visit.  You'll have the absolute best
accommodations while there.  We'll take care of you like you were taken
care of while you were here on your interview.  What I mean is you'll
bring with you no luggage, or clothes, etc.  Everything you need will be
provided for you.

"You'll have a limo to take you wherever you want, whenever you want to
use it.  You'll eat at nothing but the finest restaurants.  You'll have
private tours available if you want them.  You'll need no money.
You'll have access to absolutely anything you want 24 hours a day.

"And might I suggest that instead of going just to Paris and Monte
Carlo, you'll leave on Friday afternoon of your Spring Break, arriving
in Venice the following morning, that is, Saturday.  Then you'll leave
the following Tuesday at noon, arriving a couple hours later at Nice and
drive via limo to Monte Carlo.  Then you'll leave Thursday morning,
arriving Thursday afternoon in Paris.  Then you'll leave Paris Sunday
afternoon, arriving Sunday evening back home?"

I was fucking stunned!  I was unable to speak, completely speechless.

"Lance, are you still there, Babe?"

"Yeah, Jim.  I just don't know what to say."

Jim started laughing.  "Just say `Yes,' Lance.  That's all you have
to do!"

"Yes! Jim, Yes!  But I'm not a fool, Jim.  There's got to be a
catch."

"Well, nothing you can't handle, Babe.  In fact, I think you'll enjoy
it!"

It figured.  There's no such thing as a free lunch, is there?

"OK, Jim, I'm listening," I said, in a very morose tone of voice.

 "Hey, Babe.  You sound a little on edge."

"I'm sorry, Jim.  It's just that all you said sounded so exiting, and
you know how important this is to me.  Now I'm sitting here waiting for
the other shoe to drop wondering whether what you'll ask is just too
much, and then you'll take away all that you've just offered."

"Come on, Lance.  Haven't we been virtually begging you on our knees to
join our firm for the last 48 hours?  Do you think I'd really be stupid
enough to play bait and switch with you at this point?  Give me a little
credit, Babe."

"OK, Jim.  You're right.  I'm sorry.  I apologize.  But you just
can't imagine what I'm going through here.  I'm a mess, practically a
mental case, getting worse by the minute, trying to deal with breaking up
with Matt in a couple of months.  I know I'll be fine once it's finally
over, but right now it's killing me, and the least bit of stress gets me
blown way out of control."  I choked a little trying to get through
telling him this.

"Matt must be a great guy, Lance, and I'm sure he must feel the same
way about you.  You don't have to apologize.  Listen, I'll tell you
what I have in mind.  If you don't want to do it, then you don't have
to.  We'll pay for the trip anyway.  I promise there won't be any bad
feelings.  How's that sound?"

"That's terrific of you Jim.  OK.  I promise I'll do my best to keep
an open mind to do whatever you ask.  Shoot.  What'd you have in mind?"

"I'd like you to be my personal callboy for one year from the day you
start working at the firm.  This won't interfere with your official
legal duties at the firm.  However, I may demand certain special services
on weekday evenings or on weekends for dinners or parties I may have, to
assist me in entertaining clients or even personal friends.
Occasionally, I may even call you to come to my house in the middle of
the night for a boody call, but not often, as I would want you to get
enough sleep to discharge all your official duties at the firm.  But I
think you're young enough to handle this occasionally.

"Your special services would be used in various ways.  For example,
occasionally you would be my personal, let's say, escort, for instance,
on out-of-town business trips, as I mentioned previously about the trips
to Spain.  Usually, however, you would be the centerpiece of orgies of
various sizes or be the show piece of parties or dinners of various types
at my house, whether business or personal^×some even unusual.  However,
none would be degrading or anything outside of what you said you
wouldn't be willing to do.  Doing this would not only pay back the firm
for this trip, but it would also help us get to know you better, which
would help you move along much faster in the firm."

"Is that all?  Hell, Babe, I'm a whore!  I'd love that!!  That's
fucking fantastic!!!  I've got NO problem with that AT ALL!!!!" I
replied.  "That's a fantastic idea, Jim.  In fact, you don't have to
limit the deal to just one year.  I'll do it for as long as you want.
You know how much I love to please men.  Frankly, I thought all you're
asking was part of my job description anyway!"

"Great, Lance!  That's very nice of you to offer to do, I mean, to do
it for as long as I want instead of just one year."

"It's the absolute least I can do.  I just wish you had started out
this part of the conversation, I mean, telling me what you wanted me to
do for you.  Then, when I had no problem with it, you could have told me
about paying for the trip.  Would have saved me a lot of strain on my
heart, Babe."

"Sorry, Lance.  Guess that would've been better."

"That's alright, boss.  I'll just take it out in kind when I fuck that
ass of yours the first time I see you."  I chucked evilly.

"You really can be a slut, Lance?"

"Yeah, and you love it!  Besides, you said you know all about me, Babe.
You don't really need to ask then, do you?"

"True," Jim said, laughing.

"And by the way, if anyone fucks that ass before I get there, I will
consider it a grave personal insult."

"Trust me, that's not about to happen.  If I've held back all these
years, what makes you think I'd let anyone have it when I've got the
opportunity to have a young stud with a thick 12" cock pop my cherry in
just a couple of months?"

"I know I certainly wouldn't if I were in your shoes, Babe," I said,
laughing.

"Anything else, Babe?" he asked.

"No, that's about it, Babe.  I'm ready to accept your offer to be an
associate at your law firm, and I do," I told him.

"Great!" Jim said.

"In addition, to clarify three important points:  First, I'll be
talking with you later as to the exact start date.  Second, we've agreed
on the parameters of all my non-attorney activities.  Third, you're
providing me and Matt the vacation of a lifetime in Venice, Monaco, and
Paris, to start by picking us up in a limo at our apartment the first
Friday afternoon this April, and to return to our apartment nine days
later.  You are making all the arrangements.  All we have to bring are
our passports.  Have I got it all?"

"That's about it, Babe."

"Just one other thing," I chimed in quickly.

"Shoot," he responded.

"I'll call your secretary in a few days to let him know the supplies to
buy for my room at the gym and for my rooms at the office, e.g., sex
toys, lube, condoms for when we have orgies, etc.  In addition, I'll ask
hiring my personal secretary and getting that arranged as soon as
possible after I arrive there."

"No problem."

"Thanks, Jim.  Thanks so much.  And thanks for Matt, too."

"There's just one thing I think you've forgotten, Lance.  And,
actually, whether or not we'll see you in two months depends on it."

Oh fuck!  What could it be?  What could I have missed?  I'd better play
it cool before I blow this whole thing.  This whole deal is too good to
be true to fuck it up!  I've even managed to arrange for Matt and me to
go to Europe FOR NOTHING!!  Oh my God, what's going on?  Careful, Lance,
careful.  Be cool.

"I'm sorry, Jim.  I can't think of anything.  Could you fill me in?"
I said completely nonchalantly.

"Well, I'll give you a little hint: I've had a hard on for well over
an hour now."

Oh, fuck!  The masturbation!!  Keep cool.  A little humor may be best
here.

"Well, it's your cock, Babe," I said lightly.  I just figured you were
`no longer in need of my services,' so to speak.  I can't read your
fucking mind, you know," I chuckled.

"Yeah, right.  You expect me to believe that?" he said.

I couldn't really tell from the tone of his voice whether or not he was
kidding.  I couldn't believe he'd tell me not to come, given his huge
crush on me, but there was one thing I had learned after three years at
law school: you can never be sure of anything.

So I thought it was time to throw him a bone and admit that I was human,
that I could make a mistake.  Think quickly, Lance.  You're nearly out
of law school.  You ought to be able by now to frame your statement well
enough so you make yourself look as good as possible.

"OK, OK.  I'll admit it.  You got me.  You caught me so off guard with
the unbelievably generous offer about the European trip that I couldn't
think about anything else except what it means to Matt and me.  I
apologize.  But trust me.  I won't be making any more mistakes when it
comes to sex ever again.  It's not in my nature.  When it comes to sex
and all things related to sex, I'm the inveterate expert, the best whore
you'll ever meet.  I'm a natural.  I live, eat, and breathe sex, and I
have since I was a teenager.  You know that."

"Yes, I know that, and I can understand and appreciate how the offer
about the trip went to your head.  I accept the apology.  But now, bitch,
if you don't mind, I'd like to know how best to get off, like you
promised you'd teach me" he said, chortling.

"You got it, oh humble master," I said, laughing.  "OK.  There are
basically three different methods of masturbation: the eye job, the shaft
job, and the head job.  The eye job requires you to learn of lot of new
techniques and takes a lot of practice, so I won't try to teach it to
you now.  I'll help you and the rest of the guys learn it when I get
there.  Nevertheless, even though it's a little involved, it's worth
the effort to learn because it produces the most powerful orgasms of the
three methods.  The same techniques are also great to use when having
regular sex, so I'll also teach them to all of you after I get there."

"I've never heard of it before," he replied, very curiously.

"No, not a lot of people around here have heard of it because it's a
technique used in the Far East.  It's also known as Tantric
masturbation.  You can research it online if you like, or you can wait
till I get there in a couple of months.  I once attained an orgasm using
Tantric masturbation with the help of a partner that lasted a full five
minutes.  It would have lasted longer if my partner's hand and arm
hadn't gotten too tired to continue."

To interrupt my story briefly: I swear this is absolutely true.  I did
experience a Tantric orgasm that in fact lasted a full five minutes.  It
was fantastic!  If anyone is interested in learning about and potentially
practicing Tantric masturbation, I suggest he go to this web page first:
http://www.tantricmasturbation.net/  If anyone is serious about learning
about the subject, purchasing a book on the subject will probably be
required.  Email me and let me know how it goes.  I'd love to hear from
anyone who is successful in attaining a Tantric orgasm, no matter how
short or long.  If I am successful in pleasing even one man by informing
him about Tantric methods, and thereby please him by writing my story, it
would make writing my story worth all the effort I've put into it.  Now
to continue my story.

"Come on, Lance, I really find that extremely hard to believe," Jim
responded.

"I don't blame you, Jim.  I found it all rather suspicious, too, until
I experienced it myself.  Tantric practitioners claim it's possible to
sustain orgasms lasting up to five or six hours.  Wouldn't that be
unbelievable to experience, Babe?"

"Yeah.  I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven," Jim said, laughing.

"That's exactly how I felt after I had the one that lasted `just'
five minutes."

"What was it like, I mean, what does an extended orgasm feel like?" he
said, like a child begging for some candy.

"It's really hard to describe, Babe.  The best way I can describe it is
that the next time you masturbate, alone or with someone, and you are
close to cuming, concentrate on just the millisecond before you start
shooting.  Remember that unbelievable feeling when every nerve in your
body is charged up, just before you start shooting and then that feeling
ends.  The Tantric orgasm is that feeling of staying continuously charged
up and then you shoot and then it's over.  It's incredible!  You're
literally trapped in that millisecond of tension when every nerve in your
body is charged up.  It is absolutely glorious."

"My  God, Lance.  You've just got to teach me how to do that."

"So, you think now that I'm worth what you're paying me?"

"Oh, fuck!  If you didn't absolutely have to finish law school, I'd
beg you to come tomorrow," Jim said, laughing.

"Anyway, let me show you now how to do a shaft job the right way.  This
is worth quite a few thousand too," I said, and then laughed.

"First," I continued, "go to your office door and tell your secretary
you don't want to be disturbed till further notice, and then lock the
door.  Then strip and return to your chair.  Sit down on the edge of your
chair so your cock and balls hang down low over it.  Put me on speaker
phone and then take the bottle of lube out of the top right drawer of
your desk."

"How'd you know where my lube was or even that I had any lube here in
the office?"

"Please, Jim.  Do we have to start with the ridiculous questions again?

"OK, never mind.  Give me a few seconds."

Jim's always so amazed when I know something.  I'm no Sherlock Holmes,
but these things are so easy to figure out.  First of all, when I was at
the interview two days ago, I noticed Jim was right-handed when he signed
something and when he did everything else with his right hand.  Second,
anyone so fucking horny is bound to have lube in his office somewhere.
He's bound to be fucking people in his office regularly.  So where would
suck a horny right-handed person put his lube?  In the most easily and
quickly accessible place, of course.  And where is that?  In the top
right-hand drawer.  Easy.

About 15 seconds later Jim resumed talking.  "OK, I'm ready.  What
next?"

"OK.  You're right-hand, right."

"How did you know that . . . OK, OK."

"I assume you jerk off using your right hand."

"Yeah.  If I'm right-handed, I'd use that hand, wouldn't I?".

"Yeah, but that's your first mistake."

"Why's that?"

"Your brain is acutely aware of what you do with your dominant hand but
is not so aware of what you're doing with your other hand.
Consequently, if you do something with your other hand, your brain can be
made to focus somewhere other than on that hand much more easily, which
is exactly what you want when you're jerking off.  You want your brain
to focus on your cock, the place where you are obtaining pleasure."

"That makes sense," he replied.

"I also assume that when you jack off you hold your cock in the palm of
your hand, i.e., you sort of cup it."

"Yeah, isn't that the way to do it?"

"No, it isn't.  You should put your hand on top of your cock for
various reasons:  First, when you hold it the way you do now, the top of
the cock never gets any attention, so you touch only half of your cock.
Second, when you hold it from above instead, you can grab it gently on
top and push the head of the cock with the heal of the hand near the tip
downward toward the floor, and then grabbing it with the whole hand pull
it gently downward away from the body toward the floor, producing an
extremely pleasurable sensation.  Third, when you hold it that way the
fingers are then under the cock, and they can play with the underside of
the cock, which is the most sensitive part of the cock, and thus
stimulate it much more effectively than the flat palm of the hand does
when held under the cock, which merely moves up and down the underside.
For example, when the hand is on the top, the fingers can tap on the
underside^×which is my favorite action^×or they can massage the
underside, etc.  Fourth, when the hand is on the top of the cock, you are
able to create a ring with your thumb and index finger placing it around
the base of the cock and produce a squeezing action, then slide it down
the length of the cock, similar to milking a cow's utter, which can be
extremely pleasurable.  (I recommend you use this technique toward the
end of the masturbation as it tends to makes you come quickly.)  This
cannot be done quite as effectively when the palm under the cock position
is used because the position is wrong for it to be as pleasurable.  There
are more things you can do, but these are the main ones to start.  With
these you can produce powerful orgasms, and they require very little
practice.  In fact, most people improve their orgasms markedly the first
time they use them."

"Damn, Lance.  I never knew there was so much to masturbation.  Where
did you learn about all of this?"

"In college, when I was a dancer and an escort.  I learned it from the
best.  When you really want to know something, you can find out.  During
my final two years in college when I was a stripper and an escort, I
decided I wanted to know everything about sex that there was to know, and
I think I came as close to it as anyone ever did."

"I guess so, Babe."

"OK, Jim.  Enough lecturing.  Time for the test.  Lube up."

"Way ahead of you, Babe.  I've been practicing what you've been
suggesting for a couple of minutes now."

"My, my, you are a slut.  I should have known."

"It's fucking awesome!"

"I told you it would be.  What do you like the most?"

"I think pushing it downward is a great feeling.  Playing with the
underside with my fingers is awesome too."

"Try making the ring with the fingers, and then milk the bitch, Babe.
Usually you want to do near the end, when you're getting close."

"I don't want to yet, Lance.  I'm enjoying everything else it too
much."

"HA, HA.  Take your time, you horny slut.  I'm not going anywhere."

"Fuck, Lance.  It turns me on like crazy when you talk dirty to me."

"Oh, so you like dirty talk, huh, boss?  I'm not at all surprised.
I'll be taking dirty to you a lot, bitch, just as soon as I get there.
But before I do that, I think you'd like to hear a quick story while you
continue to practice your new knowledge.  I'll take a few minutes, so
pace yourself.  Stop every once awhile if you start to get too close.
You can also put your thumb and forefinger around the base and squeeze
tightly to stop if you have to."

"Oh, fuck yeah, Babe," Jim said.

"Well, a couple of days ago, I met a gay attorney named Jim.  He's a
PIC at a law firm.  He's very fit and not bad looking, actually.  He
looked to me like he played sports in high school, probably football."

"Do you think I might know him?" Jim asked, playfully.

"You might.  Right now he's nude, sitting at his desk with his 10"
cock and nasty balls hanging over his desk chair."

Jim giggled.  "Yeah, I guess I do know him."

"I thought you might.  How's that cock doing?  You still making it feel
good, Babe?"

"Fuck.  It's sooooo good, Babe."

"Good.  Anyway, when Jim was a freshman in high school, he joined the JV
football team.  He knew by that time that he was gay, but he hid it from
everyone because he grew up in a small town where homophobia was
rampant."

"So true.  I mean, sounds like he had it rough."

"The first day of practice was a revelation for Jim.  As usually
happens, both the JV and V teams finished their practices together and
hit the locker rooms to shower at the same time.  Jim was a little shy
about undressing because he had developed fairly early by that time.  He
was already 8" and quite thick."

"9", but who's counting."

"Not bad.  I'm impressed!  That just makes the story better."

"Anyway," I continued, "Jim watched all the other football players get
undressed and got extremely turned on, especially by the juniors and
seniors whose bodies were larger and bulkier and whose cocks were in
general larger.  He got extremely turned on."

"EXTREMELY!"

"It's hard to know for sure what happened next because different people
handle it in different ways.  Some people undress down to their jocks,
don't take a shower, hide their hard ons, and run home immediately to
jerk off.  Others are brave enough to take a shower and show off their
own huge cocks to impress the other football players, very few of whom
have anything like what they do^×even the juniors or seniors.  In Jim's
case, since he's basically an extrovert, my best guess is that he
proudly entered the showers and showed off what he had, even though his
cock was as hard as hell, and he had to suffer a little humiliation as a
result."

"Fuck, Lance.  You've got me so fucking horny.  I don't know whether
it's the new masturbation techniques, your knowing exactly what
happened, or your telling the story and taking me back, or all three, but
I'm getting there^×fast!"

"Oh, but I'm not done, Babe, so control yourself."  He groaned,
deeply.

"Whichever one Jim chose to do, after Jim got dressed, rushed home, and
went as fast as he could to the bathroom so he could jerk off.  He closed
his eyes and dreamed of all of the junior and senior football players
he'd seen nude for the first time just a few minutes before, especially
the ones with the most muscles and the largest, thickest cocks."

"FUCK!" Jim yelled out in desperation.  "You bitch.  Are you sure you
weren't there?"  I just chuckled.

"Not too long after that," I continued, "Jim experienced one of the
most powerful orgasms he'd ever had, shooting ropes of cum all over the
mirror in the bathroom while he moaned audibly.  His mother asked him
what he was doing in the bathroom and whether he was OK."

"Fuck, Lance.  You're too fucking much."

"I know, Babe.  I know."

"Then, when Jim saw me for the first time two days ago, jerking off rope
after rope of cum at those mirrors, it brought it all back.  This is
chiefly why you developed an immediate huge crush on me, isn't it,
Jim?"

"Fuck, Lance.  You're killing me here.  It's so fucking good."

"I asked you a question, Jim.  Watching me jerk off brought it all back,
didn't it?"

"Yeah, I admit it.  It scares the shit out of me just how fucking much
you know."

"But you know a lot about me, too, don't you?" I said, tongue in
cheek.

"Yeah, but we have to do research to find out things about you, whereas
you just seem to know things instinctively."

"That's right.  And if you're smart, Babe, you'll never forget the
difference.  On the other hand, it's what you're paying me for.  So,
are we still playing with our cock, Jim?" I said, tongue in cheek.

"You know I am, you bitch.  I'm getting sooooo close, Lance, sooooo
fucking close."

"Well then I guess it's time for a little dirty talk, huh, boss?"

"Oh yeah, Babe.  Please!"

"But there's one last thing you have to learn about before you do cum,
Babe."

"Fuck, Lance.  You're killing me here."

"You want it to be the best orgasm, don't you."

"Yeah, but just hurry up.  PLEASE!"

"OK.  Just listen.  To maximize your enjoyment when you cum, you groan
and moan and grunt^×whatever works best for you^×rhythmically in
approximately one second intervals, and this is the most important part:
IN AS DEEP A VOICE AS YOU CAN MANAGE, AND THEN TRY TO GO EVEN DEEPER.
You have no idea how satisfying this will make your orgasms.  Until I
learned this technique, I, like everyone else I know, emitted
high-pitched squeals, etc., when I came.  It's instinct.  But it's like
everything else, if you want it to be the best orgasm possible, you have
to learn the best way to do it and practice it.  Trust me, Babe, do this
a couple of times till it becomes automatic, and you won't believe how
much better your orgasm is."

"OK, Babe," he responded, "I'll try to concentrate some on that,
too."

"Good.  Well, let's see . . .  If you haven't been doing it before,
Babe, it's time to do the ring down the cock, you know, the milking
action."

"OK, Babe."  He was desperate.  I could have told him to give me his
house and car, and he would have done it.

"Good.  I think it's time for you to cum.  And by the way, I think
it's extremely important for you to remember, Bitch, that you're
fucking nasty hole will be mine when I get there.  And soon after I get
there, slut, very soon.  The very same day I get there.  I'm going to
cram my huge cock down your filthy mouth till you fucking choke just to
lube it up and then fuck your virgin man pussy without any additional
lube.  You'll squeal like a piglet, which is basically what you are, a
bitch, a nasty, slut, cum-catching whore!"

"Oh fuck, Lance, you're so nasty good.  I'm cum- cum- cummm-
cummmmminnnnng!!!!!" he could barely say as he breathed hoarsely in a
deep, deep voice.

"HA HA!" I said.  "Of course I'm good.  I'm the best.  But then you
already know that, don't you?  HA HA.  Then I can assume it was good for
you, Babe?"

"Oh, fuck, Lance.  OH MY GOD!!  I never knew jerking off could feel so
good."

"Just wait till I get there.  You'll be telling me you never knew sex
could be so good, either.  After all, that's what you're paying me for,
isn't it?"

"That's so fucking true.  I hate to be so fucking weak and admit it to
you because you've got me now, or should I say you've got US now, in
the palm of your hand^×no pun intended."

"Jim, I had you in the palm of my hand even before I boarded the plane
to fly to the interview last Friday, even though I didn't know it yet."

"HA HA.  That's probably true, unfortunately" he responded.

"By the way, I'm sure everyone there is going to want me to teach them
the correct way to masturbate once I get there."

"Absolutely," he replied.  "I told everyone you were going to teach me
today."

"I figured that.  Sometimes you've got such a big mouth, Babe," I
said.  "You're not going to teach them what I just taught you yourself,
are you?"

"Why?  Don't you think I can?  I told them I would."

"I figured that too.  No, don't.  I don't think it would be best.
I'm the expert, not you.  When you teach something to a group, there are
usually some questions, aren't there?  Do you think you can answer any
questions they might have?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Well, then, tell everyone that I'll be holding a seminar on how to do
it as soon after I get there in the firm's conference room.  One hundred
percent attendance will be mandatory.  I'll hold a demonstration with
total participation.  Tell them I told you not to teach them.

"You can go ahead and tell them I taught you to do it today, and it was
fantastic!  You can also tell them what I told you about Tantric
masturbation, and that I'll teach them all about that too sometime after
I get there.  That ought to get them salivating even more for my
arrival.  Let them all suffer waiting for me to get there."

"You can be a real bitch when you want to be, can't you?" he
joked^×well, only partially joked.

"Yeah, but you're teaching me how to be better at it all the time,
boss."

He laughed.  "You're also learning how to be a great suck up."

"That I'm already very good at.  A good whore has to be an expert suck
up, no pun intended, in order to survive."

"Of that I have no doubt.  Anyway, my secretary's knocking at my door,
and we've been at this already longer that I expected.  I really should
go.  God, how in the hell am I going to clean up all this cum?"

"HA HA!"

"Oh, one more thing," he added.  "I need to remind you again of your
obligation not to divulge ANYTHING regarding the gym or now of the sexual
activities at the firm.  Also, you may not disseminate any photographs of
you or of any part of you to anyone or on the internet while you are
employed with us, with the exception of a few to members of your family.
All this and other similar things I haven't restated here will be in a
statement you will have to sign immediately when you arrive here on the
first day.  Furthermore, if anything happens to keep you from coming to
work with us, you will divulge nothing about us or about our situation."

"No problem, Jim.  I understand and agree to all that.  I also expect
you to incorporate everything we have agreed to today in that agreement
so we can both sign it when I arrive.  I don't want there to be any
misunderstanding about anything concerning our relationship.  This is a
very unusual and complicated long-term relationship that needs to be in
writing so everyone knows exactly what to expect from the beginning."

"I agree, Lance.  I'll have a complete and detailed employment contract
ready for you to sign the day you arrive."

"Also, you can now tell the boy with the huge crush that I'll be there
in a couple of months, and that I'm looking forward to spending a lot of
time with him.  And I mean that, Jim.  Tell him that I was very attracted
to him when I first saw him.  I've thought about him a couple of times
in the past couple of days.  I really thought he was cute.  You be sure
to tell him that."

"Christ, Lance!  I don't know if that's a good idea.  Besides, why
didn't you say something about this before?"

"That ought to be obvious.  If I didn't accept the offer, It wouldn't
have been a good idea."

"That's true.  But is it a good idea even now?"

"You let me worry about that, Babe.  Tell him exactly what I said."

"OK.  You're the expert, Babe."

"And don't you forget it."

"I won't," he replied.

"Thanks again for everything.  Thanks again for Matt, too."

"You're welcome, Lance, and so is Matt.  I'm sure you'll enjoy the
trip.  I'll see to it.  Bye."

"Bye, Babe," I said, and hung up.

After I hung up I noticed I had a huge hard on.  I also realized Matt was
right about what he said to me that morning: I was changing
psychologically back to the man I was before I started law school^×a
hound, a whore^×and what's more, I liked it.  No, I fucking loved it!  I
was getting used to the idea of being the firm's whore, the King of the
Gym, the King of the Firm, however you want to put it.  I was starting to
look forward to having all those men^×and boys^×at my disposal to fuck
whenever I wanted, five weekdays and every Saturday.

I also realized that I had developed an interest in fucking younger men
that had started this past weekend.  The idea of fucking boys below the
aged of consent^×provided certain conditions were met^×had become very
appealing to me, something I would have never expected before I went on
the interview just 72 hours ago.

But I had to put those thoughts out of my mind for the next couple of
months in order to be fair both to Matt and myself^×at least the thoughts
about being a hound and a whore.  Otherwise, I might catch myself
straying and ruin my relationship with Matt.  I'd never forgive myself
if I let that happen.

I had a wonderful man who loved me as much as life itself, even if I
couldn't give myself totally to him in the way he had given himself to
me.  We both deserved to be able to enjoy each other in Europe over
spring break and for the rest of our limited time together.  The men and
boys at the firm would be there to fuck for years to come starting in a
couple of months, but Matt would be gone from my life forever in just a
couple of months.

It was clear what the most important thing in my life was for the next
couple of months: Matt.  And other than making sure I did what I needed
to do to make sure I graduated from law school during that period, I
intended to concentrate all my time and energy on my relationship with
Matt until that period was over.

I looked up at the clock.  It was just after 4 p.m.  The phone call with
Jim had lasted just over 2 hours^×not as long as I had expected it
might.  Well, he didn't haggle any, so that made it easier and quicker.
God, what a horny, easy bitch he is!  My cock seemed to get even harder.
Thank God I had a wonderful boyfriend who would take care of that tonight
for me when we celebrated my new job.  I had a nice surprise for him too
waiting under my pants.



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