Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2007 10:47:17 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Section 3 of Lance's Story

As I mentioned earlier, my roommate Jay and I had an interesting encounter
the night we watched the tape of my fucking Professor Martin at his
apartment.  But let me start that part of the story from the day I first met
Jay.

I had arrived at the law school a week before classes began to look for a
place to live.  There was a notice on the bulletin board at the law school
posted by a second-year law student stating he was looking for a male
roommate.  I rushed to the apartment hoping to get there before someone beat
me to it.

I knocked on the door, and when the door opened, I couldn't believe what I
saw.  Standing just a few feet in front of me was a gorgeous blue-eyed
blond, 5' 7" tall.  He was wearing a muscle shirt, a pair of very short
shorts, and a pair of short white gym socks--no shoes or sandals.  He was
built like a gymnast, with muscular arms, shoulders, legs, and the cutest
bubble butt I'd ever seen.  Except for the fact that he was a lot shorter,
he reminded me of Tim so much that I was completely stunned.  He noticed I
was checking him out, and he smiled.

He asked me what I wanted.  I finally managed to compose myself, introduced
myself, and told him I was there about the apartment.  He asked me in to
discuss it.

After I went in, he offered me a beer and invited me to sit down.  He told
me his name was Jay Williams.  During our conversation I learned that my
intuition had been right: he had in fact been a gymnast at his undergraduate
school.  I told him that I had been on the swim and soccer teams in high
school but had not done any sports in college.  He thought that was cool
because he said his last roommate wasn't athletically inclined at all, and
that didn't give them much in common to discuss.

We really hit it off, although he did mention that he hadn't dated anyone
since he'd been in law school because he hadn't had any time, and he had
been engaged in the last serious relationship he had during his senior year
in college.  Unfortunately, he said, the relationship just didn't last when
he decided to go to law school since she wanted to get married, settle down,
and start their lives together instead.  So they ended it.

When he asked me about my status, I said simply that I never had a serious
relationship in college, and that the last serious relationship I had was in
high school.  We broke up, I said, when we went to different colleges.  He
nodded and said that happens.  I'm sure he believed I was referring to a
girl, but I never specifically said, and he never asked.

Jay told me he'd like me to take the room if I wanted it.  I knew he was
going to say that, and I'd need to say something fast, so I'd been thinking
for a few minutes about it.  On the one hand, here was this absolutely
gorgeous gymnast I'd be living with who reminded me a lot of my first love
but who was straight.  On the other hand, I was starting the first year of
law school and probably would not have time for a relationship, even if he
were gay.

By the time Jay asked me whether I wanted to take the room, I had concluded
that by taking the room I'd have this gorgeous piece of eye candy to look at
day and night that was unapproachable because not only was he straight but I
probably wouldn't have the time for such a relationship.  So, when he asked,
I agreed right away to take it.  He smiled broadly and shook my hand, and I
left.

I moved in the next day.  Jay was very helpful getting me acclimated to law
school.  Some of the professors I had were the same ones he had had for his
first year courses, including Professor Martin for Torts.  When I came home
one evening and told him I had seen Professor Martin at the gym I had
joined, the expression on his face dropped.

"Stay away from him, Dude," he said.

"What the matter, Jay?"

"He's bad news, that's all.  Just keep away from him except in class."

He clearly didn't want to say anymore about it, so I didn't force the issue.

After having gone to the gym a few more times, and Professor Martin's having
ogled me in the gym's shower every time, I decided to broach the subject
with Jay again.

"Hey, Dude," I said.

"Hey," he replied.

"Can I talk with you a sec.?"

"Sure.  Need help with a class or something?"

"No.  It's something with Professor Martin."

"Yeah?  What?"

"Well, he's kind of making me uncomfortable at the gym.  He's been looking
at me funny in the locker room for awhile now.  And today, he followed me
into the shower and went into the next stall, all the while staring at me,
and, well . . ."

"Listen, Lance," he said, "there's something you need to know about Martin."

Jay then told me what Professor Martin had done to his friend the year
before.  He had made him go to his apartment just like he was about to do
me.  He had forced his friend to give him a blow job.  After the incident,
his friend complained to the Dean of the law school, but he refused to
believe him.  It upset his friend so much that he dropped out of law school.

Jay stopped talking at this point and bowed his head down just a bit.  I
looked up at him and noticed a tear running down his cheek from each eye.  I
wasn't sure how he would react, but I couldn't help myself.  I reached over,
put my arms around him, pulled him close to me, and hugged him as tightly as
possible.  It felt so good, so right, so natural.  His small, warm body
against mine worked like a powerful aphrodisiac.  I wanted to kiss his
cherubic lips so much, but I didn't dare.

After a few minutes, he left my arms, smiled at me, and thanked me, somewhat
embarrassed.  I smiled back and said, "Anytime, Dude, anytime."

A few days later I came home and told Jay that Professor Martin had
threatened me, too.  That's when we hatched the plan to tape my encounter
with him.  Jay wanted me to turn in the tape immediately.  I told him that I
understood how he felt, and I totally agreed that Professor Martin was scum
and deserved to be punished for all he had done.  Unfortunately, however, by
turning in the tape, my reputation would also come into question, despite
the fact that Professor Martin had forced me to do it.  And the most
important, overriding consideration was to stop Professor Martin from doing
it anymore in the future.  What he had done in the past, as ugly as it was,
could not be changed.  We needed to look out for the future.

Jay finally agreed to proceed my way, though he always regretted not being
able to fry "that bastard Martin," as he liked to refer to him.  I totally
understood how he felt.  If Professor Martin had done that to my friend, I'd
feel the same way.

So, as I've already noted, I went to Professor Martin's apartment, taped our
forced sexual encounter, and returned to our apartment.  As I opened the
door, Jay was sitting on the coach in a pair of boxers waiting anxiously.
He always drove me crazy when he went around the apartment wearing nothing
but boxers--nearly sheer, short, sexy-as-fucking-hell boxers.

"So, Dude, how'd it go?" he asked me.

"I think I got it all.  Let's have a look.  You take it out of the briefcase
and start looking at it while I get into my robe."

"OK," he said, perhaps a little too eagerly I thought.

By the time I got back into the front room, dressed only in my robe, Jay's
eyes were glued to the TV.  Professor Martin and I were still talking.  I
was just starting to take off my pants.  I was starting to get a little
embarrassed.  Jay and I had never seen each other nude.  We were sort of
private in our dressing and bathing habits.

When I undressed on the TV, I noticed Jay squirm a little.  I glanced in his
direction and noticed his eyes were transfixed.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked Jay, trying to break the
incredible tension.

"Uh, uh, Dude?  Uh, no, uh, thanks."

"OK.  I'll be right back.  I'm going to get a brew."

"Uh, OK," he said.

I went into the kitchen.  On the one hand, I was flattered Jay seemed to be
interested in me.  I am basically an exhibitionist.  But on the other, I
didn't know where this was likely to go.  I didn't want this to affect our
good and stable relationship adversely.

I went back to the couch with my beer.  The tape was now at the place where
I was fully erect, and just about to enter Professor Martin's ass.  Jay's
jaw had dropped to the floor.  I tried not to notice.

"Duuuuuuuuuude!" he shouted.

I did a spit take, as I was in the middle of a swallow of beer.

"Jesus Christ, Lance!" he said.

I didn't say anything, mostly because I just didn't know what to say.  At
this point on the tape I had entered Professor Martin and was fucking the
shit out of him and verbally abusing him.  Jay couldn't stand it anymore.
He pulled down his boxers.  I looked over and saw an uncut thick 8" cock.
It turned me on.  I got hard.

"Dude?" I said.  "What's going on?  I thought you were straight?"

Jay slowly reached his hand into my robe and pulled out my erect cock.

"My God, it's fucking huge!  I've never seen anything like it before!" he
said.

"Oh, shit, Jay, you better stop that.  You're getting me excited," I said,
as I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the cushion.

Then the unexpected question.

"Lance?" Jay said, as he slowly and softly jerked me.  "You're gay, aren't
you?"

I slowly removed his hand from my cock, looked over at him directly in his
eyes, smiled innocently, and said, "What makes you say that, Dude?"

"Three things: First, the way you looked at me the first day you met me."

"Oh, you noticed that, huh?" I said, chuckling.

"Yeah, as well as the hungry way you've been looking at me ever since."

I continued to smile.

"Well, that's one of your three facts, counselor, what else have you got?" I
said, playfully.

"Well, your honor," he pled "you're always just a little too fastidious in
the way you dress and the way you keep your room, especially for someone in
the first year in law school who should have no time for such things."

"Interesting observation, counselor, but I'm still not convinced.  You said
you had three things.  I'll give you one more chance."

"OK, how's this?  You seem to be enjoying fucking Martin just a little too
much for a straight dude."

I started laughing hysterically.

"Guilty, counselor.  I'm gay.  Now, seriously, Jay.  How do you feel about
that?  Is that going to be a problem?  Because if it is, I'll move out.  I
like you a lot, Jay, and I don't want to hurt you or make you
uncomfortable."

Jay rested his hand on my still-hard cock, moved up to me, and kissed me
softly on the lips.  It was the most sensuous kiss I had even received.  It
literally took my breath away.  I swooned, and he noticed.

"Lance," he said, "I think I'm in love with you.  I want you to fuck me with
your huge cock," he said, as he gently squeezed my cock.

I moaned.

"But you'll have to be gentle.  I mean, I'm a virgin when it comes to men.
So I guess I'm asking you to make love to me."

The thought of popping another cherry nearly clouded my better judgment.
Here was this beautiful man begging me to take his virginity, to do what I
enjoyed more than anything else in life, to do what I lived for.  But I knew
it was wrong.  It just wasn't the right time.  Not yet.

"Jay, I don't believe I'm going to say this, but No.  I'm not going to have
sex with you--not tonight anyway.  You have no idea--no fucking idea--how much
I want to, but not tonight.  It's not the right time."

"Why not?  What's wrong with tonight?  Don't you find me attractive?"

Now it was my turn to pull him up to me and kiss him on the lips.  But my
kiss was longer, wetter, and with a lot of tongue.  Jay melted.

"Does that answer you question about whether I find you attractive?"

"Yeah, but what's stopping you then?"

"Babe, I just think you may be caught up in the moment.  I think it may be a
lot more lust than love, like you think.  For God's sake, Jay, you've always
been straight!  This would be your first gay experience.  That's a big
fucking step.  Once you take it, you can never go back.  And it's a little
suspicious that the first time you approach me is the night you first get a
look at my big fat cock.  I mean, if you just realized tonight you're in
love with me, maybe it's my cock--that's lust.  And if you've been in love
with me for awhile, why did you wait till tonight to do anything about it?
Because seeing my cock finally made it worthwhile?  That's just not a good
reason."

"It's not that, Lance.  I was afraid to say anything.  I didn't know for
sure whether you were gay till tonight.  I suspected, but I didn't know.  I
was afraid if I asked you and you weren't, you'd get turned off and leave.
I didn't want that to happen.  I didn't want you to move out."

I smiled.  "I didn't see that coming.  I should have.  It's so easy.  But
you're the second-year law student.  I'm just a first year student," I said
cheekily.  "OK.  Tell you what we'll do.  Let's give this a week to rest.
No talking about it and no physical contact for a week.  If you still feel
the same way about it a week from this evening, let me know, and we'll go
from there."

"Lance, that's not necessary.  I know how I feel now.  I don't need a week."

"Jay, I don't want you to regret what you do."

"I won't."

"I know you won't, because you're not going to do anything for at least a
week," I said sternly, but smiling.  "Trust me, please, Babe.  A week is not
all that long to be sure you don't regret something the rest of your life."

"OK, Dude, but don't expect me not to dream of you during the week," he
said, with a big grin on his face.

"I guess I can't do anything to stop that," I replied, grinning right back
at him.

The tape had finished by then.  I gave it to Jay so he could copy it for me
the next morning and get the copy to me before my afternoon Torts class so I
could give it to Professor Martin.  We gave each other a quick peck on the
lips as we went off to our separate beds.

The next week was not easy for either one of us.  Jay constantly looked in
my direction trying to get me to return his glances.  Sometimes I would tell
him to stop, but I could never seem to do it without a smile on my face, so
it was completely ineffectual.

Soon, I started spending more and more time in the law school library till
later and later at night.  After about three days, he figured out what was
going on, so he told me he'd stop bothering me if I'd come back home
earlier.

The rest of the week went by fairly well.  However, there was one incident
the fifth day when I received some bad news about a relative of mine who had
died.  I wasn't able to attend the funeral, and that made it all the more
upsetting.

Jay noticed I was upset.  He asked me what was wrong.  I told him it was
personal, and it would be best if I didn't tell him.

Jay got offended.  He sensed, quite rightly, that I was not telling him
about my problem because I was afraid that getting him involved might lead
to emotional support activity that could, in turn, lead to activity we had
promised to avoid for a week.  He said I was his friend and I ought to know
him well enough to know that whatever the problem was, he would never take
advantage of such a situation.

So I told him about the death in my family.  He told me how sorry he was.
Trying to be very guarded, he just took my hand.  That gesture, along with
his being so considerate, made me break down.  He looked perplexed at what
he should do, so I threw myself into his arms.

He hugged me and let me cry on his strong shoulders.  He smelled so sweet,
so masculine.  I started to kiss his neck.  He let me.  But when I got to
his mouth, he turned away and whispered "No" in my ear.  He pulled me back
down to his shoulders in a strong hug and continued to hold me there for a
few more minutes until I finally got up.

"Thanks," I said.  Then he smiled, rose, walked into his room, and shut the
door.

The seventh day finally came.  I got back to the apartment after class at
about 3 p.m.  Sitting on the table was a vase containing a dozen red roses.
I looked beside the vase.  There was a card with my name on it.  I opened
the card.  It read, "The week is up.  I still love you--more that ever!
Jay."

I melted.  "OK," I thought to myself.  "If he's willing to accept what I'm
able to give him, then let's go for it."

Jay would be home at 5 p.m., assuming everything went as usual, so I had
about two hours to get everything prepared for him.  I took a shower and got
myself totally cleaned up and smelling great all over.  Then I took out a
set of white satin sheets I had been saving for a special occasion and put
them on my bed.  I put on a pair of red satin boxers.  Unfortunately--or
fortunately, depending on your point of view--3" to 4" of my flaccid cock
hung out of the bottom of the left hand leg.

I carried the vase of roses to my bedroom and took the petals off of about
six of them.  I used most of them to spread all over the white satin sheets
and a few on the floor of the bedroom.  I then spread a few like a path from
the front door to my bedroom door.

I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of white wine out of the
refrigerator.  I got the ice bucket out of the cupboard and filled it with
ice.  I put the wine in the ice bucket and took it and two wine glasses back
to the bedroom.

Then I took a bunch of white candles of all shapes and sizes and placed them
all over the bedroom and lit them.  Finally, I put a CD of the most romantic
music I could find in my CD player just loud enough to hear.  I lay down in
bed and took one of my law books and studied waiting for Jay to get home.

A few minutes after 5 p.m., I heard the front door open.  I hurriedly closed
my book and put it under my bed.  Lying on my bed, I struck the sexiest pose
I could.  I heard Jay's steps slowly come toward the door.  He opening my
bedroom door so slowly I felt like I was in a time warp.  When he saw me
lying on my bed, and all the candles and rose petals, he was overwhelmed.
He got tears in his eyes.

I smiled and said, jokingly, "Sorry, Dude.  I would have worn something else
if I'd known you were going to cry about the red boxers."

He laughed through his tears and rushed to me.  We threw our arms around
each other and started to kiss passionately.  He struggled to strip his
clothes off as fast as possible.

"Slow down, Babe," I said.  "We've got all night."

"Lance, I've been waiting for this longer than you'll ever know."

"Let me get you some wine, and we'll talk for awhile," I replied.

"OK.  Let me take my things in my room.  I'll be right back."

Jay took his brief case and clothes into his room while I poured two glasses
of wine.  A couple of minutes later, Jay returned in a very sexy black
g-string.

"Wow, Dude!" I said.  "It's a damn good think I never saw you in that
before.  You're cute little ass would have been forcibly sodomized.  I guess
being in law school now, I know better that to call it rape, right?"

He laughed.  "Little did you know, bitch, you could have never forcibly done
anything to me."

"Bitch, huh?  That'll cost you."

"Oh, Lance.  God, I love you.  I started falling in love with you the moment
I opened the door and first saw you.  I could see you were interested in me,
too, but I didn't understand why I had feelings like that for you.  I had
never felt that way about a man before.  It scared me, really.  But I
couldn't help myself.  I actually tried not to feel that way for you.  For
awhile I even hated myself because I was afraid if you found out you'd hate
me and I'd lose one of the best friends I'd ever had.  But now, now
everything is wonderful!  I know I'm where I want to be, where I need to be.
  I want you to make love to me, Babe."

"Wow, Dude!  That's really heavy.  OK, well, if we're going to have a
relationship and share a bed, then we have to be totally honest with each
other.  Some of it may not be easy to hear, but it's the best way to start.
Agreed?"

"Yeah, right.  Be honest.  OK.  I can take it."

"OK, Jay.  You're right.  The moment I first saw you, I was bowled over.
You're fucking beautiful.  What's more, you remind me of the first and only
love of my life, my high school boyfriend, Tim, though you're a smaller
version of him, as he was a football player, not a gymnast.  And ever since
that day, I've always been so totally attracted to you.  But, as of this
moment, Jay, I can't honestly say that I've fallen in love with you--at least
not yet.  I know it may hurt you to hear that, but I have to be honest.

"However, you do mean a lot to me--more and more and more every day--and maybe
one day I will fall in love you.  So if you would like to have a
relationship with me now, including a sexual one, I would not only be
willing but quite flattered.  I would also promise to be totally faithful
until and unless I tell you first before I choose to date someone else.  But
for the remainder of this semester, I cannot promise I'll be able give you a
lot of my time because of the pressures of the first semester of law school--
which you, of course, understand very well.

"Anyway, that is the best I can do right now, Jay.  It's up to you if that's
enough.  Whatever you decide is OK with me.  I won't get upset or let it
affect our friendship, and I hope you won't either."

Jay looked up at my eyes and smiled.  Then he placed his thumbs inside the
waist bands on either side of my red boxers and slowly slid them down and
off my large feet.  He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the top of my
left foot and then went slowly up the top of my left leg till he found his
prize: my slowly swelling cock.  He grabbed it gently, looked up at me and
winked.  Then he eased back the foreskin and licked the precum off the head
of my cock.  I groaned.  He giggled.

Jay tried to get the head of my cock into his mouth.  It was difficult, but
he kept trying till he got it in.  I was getting very aroused.  It was time
to assert a little control.

"You will soon learn how to deep throat my whole cock," I growled, knowing
full well that was impossible.  I just wanted to frighten the little shit.

"Whatever you say, Babe," he answered.

I thought to myself, "Hmmmm.  This boy definitely has promise!"

"That's enough for the moment," I said.  And I pulled him up to me by the
shoulders.

I kissed him.  I kissed him passionately.  Long, hard, deep.  He kissed me
back.  A better kisser I'd never experienced.

"What kind of bitch would let someone who kisses like you go?" I asked him.
"Very, very few men know how to kiss.  Even gay men aren't very good at it."

"Thanks," he said.  "There's plenty more where that came from.  I love to
kiss."

"Are you sure you haven't always been gay?" I said, chuckling.

He kissed me as he chuckled back at me.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Baby?" I asked him.

"More that you could ever imagine."

"Jay, let's get real for a minute.  That's a huge cock down there.  No
matter how much I prepare you, and how gentle I am, it's going to hurt like
hell.  Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Lance.  I want to do it for you."

"Jay, there is nothing, absolutely nothing I love more than popping
someone's cherry.  But I do it only if the person is absolutely sure that's
what he wants."

"I want it, Babe.  I really do."

"OK.  Let me make you understand this, Baby.  Once I start, there's no going
back.  You will tell me to stop, you will beg me to stop, but I won't.  I
will be as gentle with you as I can, but it's still going to hurt, and I
won't stop once the head of my cock has penetrated your sphincter.  Do you
understand that?"

"Yes, I do."

"OK, Baby.  Then let's do it."

I turned Jay over.  I licked one of my fingers and placed it in his asshole.
  He moaned his approval.  I licked a second finger and put two in.  He
moaned some more.  I started scissoring him.  He groaned.  I tried three
fingers.  He bucked a little as I pushed them in.  I turned them around
some.  His breathing got a little heavier.  I tried four fingers.

"Oh, Lance," he swooned.

"Just some fingers, Dude," I said.  "OK," I continued.  "You're about as
ready as I can make you.  You still want to go through with this?"

"Oh, yes.  Fuck me, Lance!  Fuck me!!"

"Easy, you little bitch.  You might get more than you've think you're ready
for!" I chuckled.  "Get up on your hands and knees, Baby," I said.

I got some lube out of the drawer and lube up good.  Then I started to lube
Jay's asshole.  He jumped.

"Sorry, Dude," I said.  "It's always a little cold."

"No problem, Babe.  I'm sure it'll get hot back there real soon."

"Like fire, you little bitch," I said, as I laughed.

"Oh, God," Jay moaned, in anticipation.

"One last time, Baby, because after this, there's no turning back.  You want
my huge cock to pop your cherry and violate your tight little boy pussy or
not?"

"Please don't tease my anymore, fucker.  Just give it to me."

"My, my.  Aren't we getting impatient."

I placed the head of my cock against Jay's cute pink asshole.  Before I
started, I leaned over and whispered in Jay's ear that I promised I would be
as gentle as I could, but he probably wouldn't believe it.

Then I got back up and told him to push out.  I pushed in and violated my
little gymnast's cute, pink little rosebud.  He didn't make a sound.  I
couldn't believe it.

"OK, Babe.  I just put the head in.  I'll leave it there and not move it any
farther till you get used to it.  How's it feel?"

"Fuck, Lance.  It hurts."

"I know, Baby.  It'll get better.  I promise.  You're being a real trooper.
You didn't make a sound."

After about 30 seconds I asked him if it was better.

"Yeah.  Keep going, Babe.  I can take it."

"OK.  I'll give you a little more."

I pushed in about three inches.  He didn't make a sound.

"Geez, Baby.  You're not making a sound," I told him.

"I don't want to act like a child, Lance.  I know it's supposed to hurt.  I
don't want to turn you off."

"It's OK to scream, Baby.  Everyone does.  You don't have to be so brave.
Fuck!  It turns me on when my huge cock makes a boy yelp."

I shoved in about five more inches.  Jay now had about 2/3 of my huge cock
up his no-longer virgin ass.  He still didn't make a sound.  I didn't know
if he was OK.

"Jay, are you OK?" I asked.

"Sure, Lance.  Why?"

"Baby, you've got most of my cock up your ass and you've not made a sound!"

"Maybe it's because you're making love to me instead of fucking me, Babe,"
he replied.

"Yeah, I guess that may be it."

I shoved the rest of my cock up his ass.  My balls and bush hit his asshole.
  He moaned, possibly more out of pleasure than anything else.  I wasn't
sure.

"You alright, Baby?" I asked.

"I'm wonderful!" he said.

"Good, because it's time for me to fuck your ass, Baby."

"Take it, Dude.  Make my boy pussy yours."

I started fucking Jay.

"You know, Baby, you've got one tight mother fucking hole.  And it's the
best fit I've ever had.  No shit."

"Maybe it's the best fit because you took the time to make love to it before
you began to fuck it.  And maybe it's the best because the hole loved you
before you began to fuck it."

"You may have something there, bitch, but right now I'm going to fuck the
shit out of you because you've got me hornier than I think I've ever been."

"That's the duty of any pussy, isn't it?  To make a cock horny?"

"God, you're a fucking cock tease, are you?"

"Only for your cock."  Damn, the boy was a slut, a real slut.

I flipped him over, threw his legs on my shoulders, and started pounding him
again.  I looked down at my cock going in and out of his tight ass.  I
leaned down and kissed him and said, "Thank you, Baby."  "No," he said.
"Thank You!"

I went back to fucking him, harder and deeper.  He reached to touch his cock
in order to jerk off.  I slapped it away.  He looked up at me questioningly.
  I kept pounding on his prostate.

"Just close your eyes, lay your head back, and relax," I said.

More pounding on his prostate.

"Oh, my God!" he said.

"Yeah.  Like that, you horny little bitch?" I asked.

"That's incredible," he said.

"Thanks," I said.  "I get that a lot."

"Shut up, don't make me laugh," he said.

"Oh, so I can't tease you but you can tease me, huh?" I asked, mockingly.

More pounding on his prostate.

"Oh, Babe.  Fuck, shit!" he complained.

"Yeah, just let it go, Jay, just let it go.  Don't rush it, don't hold it
back.  Just let it come in its own time."

"OK, just keep fucking me."

More pounding on his prostate.

"Oh, fuck.  I'm cumming!" he shrieked.

"That's it, Baby.  Shoot it.  Watch it shoot past your head.  Farther and
more than you've ever shot before."

"Ugh.  Oh, shit!  Fuck!  God!  Ooooooooooo!  Jeeeee-suuuuus!"  And after
about 10 seconds more, while I kept pounding his tight little hole, he
added, "Oh my God, Lance!  That was unbelievable.  That was the most
powerful orgasm I've ever had."

"I know.  I could tell."

I kept on fucking him.  This time, Jay wrapped his gymnast legs around my
ass--tight.  That fucking really turned me on.  Damn.  It was impossible to
believe he hadn't done this before.

"Oh my God, Jay.  I think we're going to have to find out just how many
different positions you can get into in the future."

"Oh, Babe, there are so many.  I could write a book."

"Oh, you little bitch.  You know just what to say.  Oh, oh, Jay, I'm
cumming."

"Well with that big cock of yours, I'd think it was about time!  Just a
minute."

Jay hopped off my cock and went down on me so the head of my cock was just
over his mouth.

"Cum in my mouth, bitch," he said.  "Give me all your juice.  Fill me full."

"Oh, you nasty slut," I said.  "Open wide."

I shoved the end of my cock into Jay's mouth and let go.  Streams of cum
started jetting forth.  It had been months since I had cum like that.  Jay
just looked up at me with his smiling eyes as he attempted to swallow what I
unloaded into his mouth before the next load filled it up.  He did alright,
too.  Hardly a drop was lost.  But the little bitch had a surprise for me.
When I thought it was all gone, he came up to give me a kiss, and then
emptied a mouthful of my own cum into my mouth.  I choked on it because I
wasn't expecting it.

"You bitch!" I said, as we laughed our asses off.

"That's what you get for making my poor little ass so sore, you slut!"

"Aw, come to Daddy," I said, as I stretched out my arms.

Jay came to me.  We hugged and kissed passionately for a long, long time.
He told me over and over how much he loved me.  I told him over and over
that he meant a lot to me, too.  Right then, that was enough for both of us.

Except for getting a little to eat for dinner from the kitchen, Jay and I
spent the rest of the night together in my room, holding each older,
caressing each other, kissing each other, laughing with each other, joking
with each other, wrestling with each other, talking with each other, playing
with each other.  It was wonderful.  It was probably the most wonderful
night of my life.  In fact, the most wonderful part of the night was the
part that happened after the fucking.  It was then that I started to fall in
love with Jay, but I really didn't know it yet.

We enjoyed each other the rest of the semester, although, as I had
predicted, we were not able to be together as much as either one of us had
wanted.  But Jay took care of me in every other way possible.  He helped me
study, especially for my finals.  He made dinner more than I did so I had
more time to study.  He did my wash and cleaned up the apartment.  He even
cleaned up my room.  He kissed me but left me alone when I didn't
reciprocate.  He massaged me while I studied.  He showed me over and over
how much he truly loved me with unselfish, undemanding love.  I felt guilty,
even though I had promised him next to nothing and he was doing absolutely
nothing to make me feel guilty.

We both made very good grades the first semester.  Jay and I were both very
pleased.  Of course, we didn't learn this till after the Christmas break.
We had a nice celebratory night of sex the night we found out what our
grades were.  I pledged to Jay that night that I would do my best to give
him more of my time the second semester.  Jay said it was OK, that he would
be patient, and that I should do whatever I felt comfortable doing.  The
second semester of the first year was going to be stressful too, though not
as bad as the first.

I kissed him and said, "Thanks, I think I'm fairly acclimated now, thanks
mostly to you, Babe.  I think I'll have no problem paying more attention to
you and your needs."  He just kissed me and smiled.

Then, early one afternoon at law school in early February, Jay saw me in one
of the halls looking for me.  He walked up to me, pulled me down to him, and
kissed me on the lips and smiled.  He expected me to be a little shocked
since at least a few other students had no doubt noticed, but he obviously
didn't care.

For a few seconds I couldn't move.  Then, not really realizing what I was
doing, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled the two of us back a couple
of steps out of the view of everyone.  I bent down and kissed him deep and
hard and long.  He just moaned.

Right in the middle of our passionate kiss, the dean of the law school, Dean
John Mills, walked by the two of us.

He cleared his throat and said, "Gentlemen, this isn't high school.
Displays of substantial affection are inappropriate.  While you're on these
premises, let's keep it to a quick peck on the cheek and leave the rest for
home, understood?"

"Yes, Dean Mills," we both said together.

As he walked away, we both giggled.

"What the hell did you do that, for?" I said.

"I might ask you the same question," Jay responded.

"Well you started it, you bitch!"

Jay laughed under his breath.  "Never mind that," he said.  "I wanted to
tell you not to be late this evening.  I've got a surprise for you.  See you
at home at the normal time?  At 5?"

"OK, Dude.  Around 5."

"No, I said AT 5!"

"OK, OK, then" I said, surrendering with a smile.  "AT 5!"

"That's a good boy," he said, with a somewhat evil look in his eye.

What Jay didn't know was that I'd already left him 59 white roses in a vase
on the table at home which I had picked up right after he had left for
school that morning.  They represented one rose for each time we had fucked
since our first liaison the past October, which is what the card said, in a
more romantic way that is.

I finished my last class and got home at 5 on the dot.  I opened the door
and found the apartment full of lit white candles.  The white roses were on
the already set table.  The apartment smelled of all the foods I loved, and
a CD of romantic must was playing.

"I'll be right out, Babe," I heard Jay yell to me from the kitchen.  "I'm in
the middle of something right now.  Don't come in here."

"OK, sure," I responded.

I put my briefcase down and sat down on the couch.  Jay walked in a couple
of minutes later.  I stood up, completely shocked.  Jay was smiling from ear
to ear.

"You like, Babe?" he asked.

I was totally speechless.  Jay was dressed from his head to his feet in
leathers.  I'm not into leather much, but he was as cute as hell.  I looked
him up and down.  He had on a pair of studded chaps.  He had on a studded
cock piece, a studded harness with steel rings around his large nipples,
studded arm bands and cuffs, and a studded collar.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I said.  "What's all this?"

"It's all for you, Babe.  Does it turn you on?"

"Well, I'm not really big on leather, Babe, but, well, I'm fucking
speechless!"

"I knew you would be.  I could wear fucking anything--or nothing for that
matter--and I'd turn your horny ass on."

"You bitch," I said, as I went to kiss him.

"What's this?" I asked, as I finally noticed the leash attached to the
collar.

"That's if you want to lead me around the apartment after dinner, Dude.  You
know, a sort of dominant thing."

"No, Dude.  You can take that off.  I'm a dominant fucking whore in bed, but
I'm not really into that kind of shit."

"OK, Babe.  Just trying something new."

"No problem, Baby.  Kind of like the initiative, really.  Turns me on that
you are interested in trying new things."

"Cool.  Now why don't you change your clothes and open the wine while I get
dinner on the table."

"Fine," I said, as I gave Jay a quick kiss.

I quickly went to my room and stripped.  I put on my red boxers, the ones I
had worn when we had sex the first time.  I hadn't worn them since then.  I
didn't put on any other clothes.

I thought to myself, "So, the little bitch wants to try something a little
different tonight, huh?"  I pulled open my bottom bed table drawer.  I
pulled out a couple of tit clamps that were connected by a chain.  I pulled
on my nipples a few times to get them hard and extended.  It felt good.  I
felt it all the way down to my cock, so I stopped, not wanting to get erect.
  I put the clamps on and walked out to the table and sat down.

Jay had put everything on the table other than the dessert.  All of my
favorites were there: filet mignon, baked potatos, red wine, green beans
sautéed just the way I liked them, and I'm sure he was about to bring out
the crescent rolls.  I smelled the apple pie for dessert, and I remembered
he had bought vanilla ice cream the day before, so the pie would be à la
mode.

I opened the wine and poured each of us a glass.  Jay brought in the rolls.
As he was about to put them on the table, he noticed the tit clamps.  He
gasped.  I chuckled.

"Dude!  What the fuck are those?"

"It's so obvious you haven't been gay for very long, Babe."

"Oh, shut up!  What are they?"

"They're called tit clamps.  They work in basically the same way as how I've
taught you to nibble on my tits during sex, except they apply constant
pressure.  The partner of the one with the clamps can squeeze the clamps a
little tighter or pull on the chain a little to give the person wearing them
pleasure."

"You mean like this?"

Jay reached over and jerked the chain off hard and fast.

"OUCH!" I screamed.  I turned red with rage.  I was just about to slug him.

"Jesus!  I'm sorry--really Lance!!"  He had tears in his eyes.

I could tell he was serious, and he looked so scared, so innocent, and so
fucking cute.  I started laughing.

"It's OK, it's OK," I said through the laughing.  "I should have taught you
how to do it on yourself first.  It's my fault really."  I went to him and
kissed him.  He hugged me like a child who had done the worst think he could
ever do and thought he'd never get forgiveness from his parent.

"Baby, please don't worry about it.  Don't let it spoil our dinner.  I don't
feel it anymore.  Really.  I'll tell you what.  You want to make it all
better so you can forget all about it?"

"Yes Lance, so much?"

"Will you promise that if I tell you what to do and you do it that you'll
believe me it's OK and it'll be over?"

"Yes, I will," he said.

"OK.  You know the expression, `Kiss it and make it better?'"

"Sure.  Who doesn't?"

"OK, then, you little whore," I said as I smiled at him, "then lick my
nipples and kiss them a little, and you'll make them feel better, and it'll
all be over."

Jay smiled and dove on my nipples.  He sucked and licked them furiously as I
groaned and moaned.

"Oh, fuck," I said.

"OK?" he said.

"Shut up!" I said.  "I'll tell you when you're done.  And look at me when
you're healing me, bitch."

He looked up at me.  I smiled at him and winked.  He smiled back.  I wiped
the tears from his eyes.

After a few minutes, I pulled him up to me and kissed him passionately.  I
then whispered in his ear, "Thanks for jerking off my tit clamps, Dude."  We
both started laughing.

"Now let's get to your wonderful dinner before it gets cold," I said.

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