Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 23:12:45 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Section 5 of Lance's Story

The summer went by slowly.  I worked as an intern at a law firm in town, but
I missed Jay so much that I had trouble concentrating on my work.  Finally,
as the end of the summer approached, my last year of law school was just
about to start.  Now it was my turn to interview for a new roommate.

After a couple of duds had come by to apply for the room, a first year
student, Matthew "Matt" Sloan, knocked on the door.  I opened it.  Shit!
Standing before me was another stunning blue-eyed blond.  Be still my
beating heart!  Naturally, I was too weak not to let him in.

Matt was huge: tall, 6'5", a linebacker in college, hands that could crush a
basketball, and size 15 feet.  But he was as lean as hell, too, which was
great because I hate a man with a belly.  I was dying to see what he had in
his pants.  My gaydar wasn't working too well.  That was frustrating, but it
made it a little more challenging.

After talking for awhile, we decided we were fairly compatible, so I offered
him the room.  He accepted, almost too quickly.  I helped him move his
things into the apartment right away.  He didn't have too much.  When we
were done, I offered him another beer.

We talked some more, mostly about law school.  Naturally, he wanted to get
as much info as possible, since I was starting my third year and he was just
beginning.  It was great for my ego to be in that position.

The first few weeks started out well.  Fortunately, Matt didn't have
Professor Martin for Torts, so we didn't have that problem to worry about.
Although he wasn't the brightest guy, but he wasn't going to be one of the
one in three law students who flunk out at the end of the first year,
either.  I was determined to make sure that didn't happen, so I gave him a
lot of help at the beginning.

Matt really appreciated all my help.  He also seemed quite impressed that I
took such good care of myself by going to the gym almost every day.  He
really didn't need to go to the gym, judging from the way he looked without
his shirt on.  Damn, his pecs and abs were fantastic!  And his nipples were
perfectly placed and slightly longer than normal, which was a big fucking
turn on.  But he really didn't have the time to go to the gym anyway.  He
needed the time to study.

To help Matt out, I did most of the things around the apartment, such as
cook, wash, and clean, including washing his laundry and tidying up his
room, just as Jay had done for me.  He really appreciated it.  A couple of
times I think he caught me sniffing his shorts, socks, and jock straps, as I
picked them up to put them in the wash, but I wasn't sure.  I got red-faced
when I thought he did.

Matt was not shy about his body.  He walked around the apartment a lot
without his shirt on.  I didn't want to appear to be a prude, so I started
doing the same thing.  I certainly didn't have anything to be ashamed of.  I
noticed that he looked at me from time to time, but it certainly didn't look
like anything more than what one straight guy does when he checks out
another straight guy just to see how his muscles compare to his.

Then Matt started getting a little braver and went around the apartment in
just his boxers and eventually in just his briefs.  And his briefs showed
that his big feet didn't lie: the boy was definitely hung, and he was quite
proud to let people know it.  It made me chuckle since I knew what I had in
my pants compared quite favorably to what he had in his.  What's more, I
knew he didn't expect that in the least.  But just to tease him, I played
along and made it obvious when I checked out his package whenever he
presented it for me to check out.

Finally, Matt went "all the way," so to speak.  What I mean is that he
started walking around nude in the apartment at various times.  It started
out rather "innocently."  For example, he'd turn on the shower to let it get
hot.  Then he'd go into his bedroom to undress.  Then he'd walk nude back to
the bathroom and got into the shower, frequently leaving the door to the
bathroom open so I could watch him take a shower.

Then Matt got bolder.  Once I had just brought the laundry up from the
dryer.  Matt walked up to me stark naked, with his 10 ½" hard on, and
smiled.

"Dude!" he said.  "I'm out of briefs.  You got any of mine there?"

I couldn't resist.  "Dude!" I said, appearing totally impressed.  "You
really don't think you're going to get that thing into your briefs, do you?
How fucking big is it, anyway?"

"Ten and a half, Bud.  You're probably right.  Let me have some boxers."

I reached into the laundry basket and found some of his boxers, but
purposely continued to stare at his cock as if I'd never before in my life
seen anything as big as it.  He smiled broadly.  As he turned away, I
started to snicker.  He turned back around quickly.

"Did you say something, Guy?"

I lost my smirk and acted like I was coughing.

"Sorry, no, got something in my throat," I said.

"Oh, OK."

He smiled and then turned around and left.

I let Matt go on with his exhibitionism, and I continued to care for him and
help him get acclimated to law school.  He was basically a really nice guy.
He wasn't conceited, just a typical jock.  He did whatever he could for me,
too.  For example, he was really protective of me at school.  It was cute.
Just like a jock.  If he thought someone might be bothering me, he'd walk up
and ask me whether there was a problem.  There never was, but it was cute
that he wanted to protect me.  I thought about telling him he didn't need to
be so protective, but I knew it would crush him, and it was his way of
showing his appreciation, so I left it alone.

Then it happened.  About a month and a half into the semester, one night
after dinner, I had just finished cleaning up the dishes and had opened my
books to start studying on the dining room table.  Matt had already started
studying on the couch.  We were both in our usual study places.  He looked
up from his books and over at me.

"Dude?" he asked me, in his usual questioning tone of voice.

"Yeah?" I replied.  "What's up?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"You won't be offended?"

I thought to myself, "Oh, God?  What's coming now?"

"No, Matt.  I just hope the answer doesn't offend you," I said, as I
chuckled to myself.

"Yeah.  Good one, Dude," he said.

It occurred to me how "high school" that response sounded, but maybe he was
just nervous,

"OK.  Well, dude," he asked, "are you gay?"

A little out of the blue perhaps, but not totally unexpected.  Sooner or
later I thought he'd probably get around to it.

"Well, Matt, maybe you should go first," I said.

"Now that's not fair.  You said you'd answer me."

"OK, you're right.  I did.  But before I answer--and I promise I will,
counselor--let me ask you what are the reasons that make you think I may be
gay?" I asked him, a little facetiously.

"OK, that's fair.  Well, first, I remember how you checked me out the first
time we met."

I thought to myself, "Jesus Christ: deja vu all over again!"

"Second, I think I've seen you sniffing my shorts and socks and jock straps
when you pick them up to put them in the laundry."

SO, the little shit DID see me.

"And third, you seem to be checking me out whenever I walk around here
without my clothes on."

Now that's not fair.  The little shit had been setting me up.

"OK, counselor, let's examine the three points of your argument, shall we?"
I responded, as only a law student or attorney can do.  Matt smiled at me
broadly, enjoying listening to and envying my third-year law school arguing
technique.

"First, you're an ex-college football player.  You're huge--and I'm not
talking just about what's in your pants but about your body.  Doesn't
everyone you've ever met stare at you the first time they meet you up close?

"Second, your room is a fucking mess.  I can't tell whether anything is
clean or dirty because you keep everything on the floor.  The only way I can
tell whether anything is clean is to smell it.  Besides, every guy I've ever
known smells clothes to decide whether they need to be washed.

"Third, as to checking you out: it's not like I'm a peeping Tom or anything.
  You're a fucking exhibitionist!  You walk around the apartment all the
time without your shirt on and you're built like a weight lifter.  Everyone
looks at guys that are built like you are--men and women alike.  And lately
you've been walking around nude--even when you're boned.  Even men look at
other men when they're boned.  That's natural.  Now, counselor, any
reponse?"

Matt got red.  "Hey, man, I didn't mean to offend you."

"You didn't," I answered Matt quickly and with a smile. "Now, I'm waiting
for a legal argument responding to my three points, Dude.  Give it to me."

I was really thinking about something else I wanted him to give me at that
moment, but I certainly didn't dare say it.

"Uh, OK, dude.  Let's see.  First, you're right.  Everyone does look at me
like you did--at first.  But you kept looking at me like that for the entire
time we talked, which was nearly two hours.  I felt like you were hungry for
me.

"Second, yes, Dude.  I know guys smell clothes to decide whether to wash
them.  But I've never known anyone to smell another guy's clothes to decide
whether to wash them.  Also, there were times when I saw you sniff my shorts
and socks, and it sounded like you were making soft humming or moaning
sounds, like you were really getting into it.  And it seemed like you took a
little longer than you really needed to decide whether they smelled or not.

"And third, you're right, Dude.  I enjoy showing off my body.  I always
have.  And I admit I was also testing your reaction, Dude.  I noticed when I
started taking off my shirt that you did too.  It made me think that maybe
you wanted me to notice your body, too.  Then I started walking around nude.
  You didn't just take a quick look like most guys.  You couldn't keep your
eyes off of me.  And you didn't look just like you wanted me but like you
needed me, too--like you needed me fucking bad, Dude.  And I'm not being
conceited.  I know that look.  I've seen it in guys' eyes before.  Lots of
time.  A college football player does attract his share of attention from
gay men who want to be with him."

I smiled broadly at Matt.  I loved it when he used the word `Dude' all the
time.  He was such a jock.  It was so cute.  It made him so attractive.  And
he was right.  I did want him.  In fact, at that moment, I fucking needed
him, too.

"Well, well, counselor, I think we have the makings of a true attorney in
there somewhere.  A little rough yet, but it's definitely there.  You stated
your three premises, and then you responded with your own set of facts in
the face of facts presented to you, showing that you know how to frame the
facts to the advantage of your client.  Bravo!"

Matt smiled, pleased at my compliment.

"Now, Babe, I'm going to get a beer.  Want one?" I said, as I rose and
started toward the kitchen.

"Not so fucking fast, Dude" Matt countered.  "I may be a jock football
player, but I'm not stupid.  We're not done here."

"Yeah.  You're definitely going to be a good attorney some day," I said with
a grin on my face.

"So?" Matt said, refusing to let me off the hook for one more second.

"Yeah, Matt, I'm gay.  Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"No, no problem here, Dude.  It's just good to know finally that there are
two of us living here."

"You gotta be shitting me!" I said rather shocked.  "A big strapping
football player like you?  I mean, don't get me wrong.  I know gays are
everywhere.  It's just that you never showed any real signs."

"Except that I've been trying to turn your ass on for nearly two months,
bitch," he countered with a huge smile.

"Yeah," I said, as my face reddened, "except for that."

"So what are we going to do about it?" he said.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I said.

"Well, Dude, I've been after your ass since basically the day I met you.
It's sort of your move."

"Well, DUDE" I said, mockingly, as he grinned, "I just got out of a very
serious relationship, Matt.  I'm not ready for anything heavy.  God knows I
need to get off with another man--bad.  And God knows I nearly creamed the
moment I first saw you, and I've been dreaming about being with you ever
since.  But I can't get attached--not now, and probably not for the rest of
the year.  I just don't think I could bear to leave someone at the end of
the school year again, and that's almost certainly going to happen if we
hook up."

"That's cool, Dude.  I'm into recreational sex for a year.  Even an
exclusive friendship, not a relationship per se, and with no expectations.
What do you say?"

"OK, on one condition: if either of us starts to feel like he's getting too
close, he can tell the other one he has to stop, and there'll be no hard
feelings, and we can resume being good roommates till the end of the year.
OK?"

"K, Dude.  Now let's inaugurate our new relationship in your bed."

"Why my bed?"

"Because it's the biggest, and I like a lot of room when I have recreational
sex."

"I can see you're a nasty bitch in bed.  That's what I like, and it's
exactly what I need at the moment.  OK, you go take off your clothes and get
in my bed.  I'll get us a few beers and be right in."

Matt got up and ran to my bedroom like he hadn't had sex in years.  I knew
he would get undressed and jerk on his cock to get his 10 ½"er erect for me.
  But I had a "big" surprise for him, something he didn't expect, something
he'd never seen before.  I'd kept it "under wraps," so to speak, just so I
could see the look on his face if a moment like this ever "came up."

I went into the kitchen and stripped.  I got my cock erect to it full 12" as
quickly as I could.  Then I pulled two beers out of the fridge.  I walked
toward my bedroom as my cock waved freely in the air.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Matt said, as I entered my bedroom and he got a full
view of my weapon for the first time.

"What?" I said, acting as innocently as I could.

"Your cock!"

"What about my cock?"

"It's huge!!"

"Yeah, so?"

"How big is it?"

"Nine inches soft, twelve inches hard."

"My God, Dude!"

"Not enough for you, Babe?" I said, tongue in cheek.

"But Dude, I'm a top!"

"Not in my bed, Dude."

"But Lance," he said, almost incoherently.

"Yeah, Matt?"

"It's so big!"

"Yeah.  I was born this way."

He giggled.

"Lance, I've never been fucked before," he said, plaintively.

Game, set, and match.

"I sort of figured that, Matt," I said.  "The question is whether you want
to be fucked now?"

"I'm not sure, Lance."

"Well, I don't fuck someone till they're sure, Babe.  Maybe we should just
hold each other, make out, and get to know each other tonight.  You think it
over, and we'll talk about it tomorrow or whenever."

"OK, Lance.  I think I'd like that."

Matt and I kissed.  I went to his long nipples and pinched and sucked on
them.

"Oh, fuck.  You know how to do that, Dude," he said.

"Thanks, Babe.  Lots of practice."

I licked slowly up his chest with my hot, moist tongue, up to his neck, then
to his ear, then behind his ear.  I blew in his ear and told him how
beautiful his body was.  I kissed his eye lids.  He swooned.  I rested my
hot body on his big chest.  After a few minutes he rolled me over and did
everything to me that I had done to him.  He wasn't bad.  He asked me how he
had done.

"Good, Baby, real good," I said.

When he stopped, I rolled him back over, moved slowly down his body, and
stuck my tongue in his navel.  He moaned.  Then I started my way slowly down
his chest with my tongue.  He knew where I was headed.

"Oh, fuck, Lance.  You're not going to . . ."

"Oh yes I am, Baby.  Oh yes I am," I said.

I slowly made my way down to the tip of his now erect 10 ½" cock.  I softly
pushed back the foreskin and licked the head of his cock.

"You've been showing this off to me for weeks, stud," I said.  "Now I get to
show you how much I've appreciated the show."  I lightly flicked my tongue
on his cock.

"Oooooh, Duuuuuuuuuude," was all Matt could manage, as he moaned lightly.
This time when he said `Duuuuuuuuuude,' I got REALLY turned on.

Slowly I started tracing the tip of my tongue up and down the sides of
Matt's monster cock.  He groaned with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, Lance.  No one's ever done that so well before."

I remained silent.  Finally I reached his large balls.  I took first one,
then the other of his balls gently into my hot, moist mouth and sucked on
them, first gently, then a little more firmly, sending my roommate into a
state of euphoria he'd never experienced before.

"Damn, Babe.  That's incredible!" he said.

"That's nothing, Baby.  Just give me a few seconds.  I think you'll really
like what's coming up next," I said.

In a few seconds, I finished with his balls.  Then I slowly licked my way up
under the shaft of his turgid cock to the tip of his cock.  Then, with one
gulp, I slowly took his entire cock down my throat.

"Oh, my God, Lance.  No one has ever gotten my whole cock down his throat
before."

"Aren't you glad you met me then?" I said with an evil deep laugh.

"Oh, fuck!" he said.

"I told you, not tonight, bitch!"  We both laughed.

I shoved his cock all the way in and out of my throat again.  I deep
throated him for about ten minutes.  He groaned and moaned.  After awhile he
got so turned on that he started bucking.  Then he started fucking my face
violently like only a horny jock can do.  Finally, he was getting close.

"I'm about to cum, Lance," he shrieked.

"Uh huh," I mumbled, his cock still buried deep down my throat.

"Take it out, Lance," he said.  "I'm cumming," he gasped.

"Uh uh," I said, as I held on to his cock tight and kept it all the way down
my throat.

"Oh, fuck!" he said as he violently released his whole load directly into my
stomach.  It seemed like he'd never stop.  I looked up at him, and his eyes
were open as wide as saucers in complete disbelief.  I gave him a wink, and
it turned him on so much he shot a few more ropes.

Finally he was done, and his cock began to get soft.  I let it fall gently
out of my mouth.

"You are one incredible fucker, Dude," he said.

"Thanks, Babe.  So you think you want to spend the night in my bed tonight,
or have you got a better offer?"

He laughed.  "Shit.  I never had a better offer anywhere else any other time
in my whole fucking life."

"Glad to hear it."

"Wait, Dude.  We haven't taken care of you, yet."

"No problem.  I'm older than you are, and you're a healthy jock, anyway.
It's much more important to keep you satisfied.  You need it a lot more than
I do."

"Bullshit, bitch!  With a cock like that, you need it at least as much as I
do.  And if I don't keep you satisfied, you'll be stepping out on me sure as
hell."

"No, Babe, I promise I won't.  Not unless I tell you first.  And I always
keep my promises.  Will you make the same promise to me?"

"Yes.  Absolutely.  I promise."

"Keep that promise, Babe.  It'll kill me if you don't.  Even if we don't get
into a heavy relationship, it'll kill me if we agree to be exclusive and
then you step out on me.  Just let me know first that it's over, and then
you're free.  Please.  I'm in too fragile a condition right now.  OK?"

"OK, OK.  I won't hurt you.  I promise."

"Tell me now if you can't, and let's stop," I said with tears in my eyes.

"Hey," Matt said, as he pulled me close to him in his strong arms.  "It's
OK.  I promise.  Don't get upset.  I'll take care of you.  I wish I could
find the son-of-a-bitch that did this to you and made you feel this way.  I
swear I'd kill him."

"No, Babe.  It wasn't anything like that.  I loved him very much, and he
loved me.  We just had to break up because he had to move away.  We tried
everything we could to work it out so he didn't have to leave, but we
couldn't.  It's just one of those things.  It's just still a little too soon
for me to be totally over him.  I'm just so glad you're here, Matt."

"Me, too, Lance.  Let's go to sleep."

"It's funny, Matt.  My last love was a little guy, a gymnast, so I always
held him in my arms.  But now I've got you, a much bigger guy than I am.  I
need your big strong arms around me.  I need to fall into your huge strong
warm chest and feel you protecting me.  I've always been the dominant one in
my relationships, the protector all my life.  Now this once I feel like I
need to be the submissive one, the protected one.  Can you do that for me,
Matt?"

"Sure, Babe, sure.  Just turn facing away from me, and let me put my arms
around you, and let's go to sleep."

That's what we did.  And I got the best night's sleep I'd had since Jay and
I said goodbye.

The next morning when I awoke, Matt still had his powerful arms around me.
I felt so secure, but I was horny as hell, too.

"Wake up sleepy head," I told him.

"Uh, what time is it?" he asked.

"About 6," I said.

"Too early," he said.

"Not when you're horny," I said.

"Fuck you!" he said.

"No, fuck you!" I said.

"What?" he asked.

"I said, `Fuck you!', that is, unless you're still too afraid of having a
big fat cock up your ass, big jock college football player."

I knew that challenging him wasn't really fair, but this was "love," so to
speak, so who cared about what was fair.

"OK, bitch.  If you think you're man enough for this big ass jock football
player, then you can have me.  But I warn you, I'm a handful in bed."

"Oooooooooo, I'm soooooooooo scared," I said smiling.  "But let me warn you,
Dude.  No matter how gentle I try to be, you've got a virgin ass.  I'll try
to warm you up and stretch you out as much as I can, but you're still going
to have 12 thick inches pumping in and out of that tight hot ass, and it's
going to hurt."

"OOOOOOOOOO, I'm SOOOOOOOOOO scared," he said, mocking me.

"Alright, just one last thing: once I start, I don't stop.  No matter how
much you beg or scream, I don't stop till it's over.  Agreed?"

He hesitated for a few seconds.

"OK, I agree."

"Fine.  Let's go, bitch."

"Bitch, huh?"

"That's right.  In a few minutes, you'll be my bitch forever."

"Yeah.  I kind of like that.  I've never been anyone's bitch before.  Ha
ha."

I turned him over on his stomach, pulled his firm cheeks apart and rimmed
him good.

"Oh fuck.  That feels sooooo good," he said.

"I'll just bet."

My tongue went far up his asshole.

"Damn you do that well, Dude," he said.

"The better to fuck you, Babe."

"Slut!" he muttered.

I reached into the dresser drawer and got out the lube.  He hardly heard me.
  I lubed up my fingers.  I stuck one slowly up his ass.

"Oooooooooo, that's cold, Dude."

"Sorry.  It'll warm up in a second."

"Oh, feels nice."

A second finger went up.  Scissoring action started.

"Mmmmmm.  Wow," he said.

"Like that?"

"Yeah, that's good."

"Let's try a third one."

Up went a third.  I twisted them a little.

"Geez!" he said.

Up went the fourth.

"God, Dude.  That's a lot," he said.

"Babe that's just four fingers.  My cock's over twice that big."

"Guess I'd better relax, then.  A lot more's to come yet, huh?" he giggled.

"Yeah, my little bitch, but I'll try to be careful--at least at first."  We
both laughed.

I knew it would be difficult for me to be too careful.  These athlete's
cherries were just too much fun to pop.  Tight assholes drove me fucking
crazy.  Once I got into them, I turned into a nasty whore.  Keeping under
control was all but impossible.

"OK, Babe," I said.  "That's about all I can do to stretch you out and
prepare you.  This is your last chance to change your mind.  You've been
fucking assholes for a long time, so you know what it's all about from the
perspective of a top.  But you've never been a bottom, so pay attention
while I tell you how I fuck.

"I'm going to lube up my cock now and place it at the entrance to your
asshole.  Then I'll push the head of my cock just inside and wait awhile
till you get used to it before I start slowly shoving more and more in while
you continue to handle it.  Finally, I'll get you to take it all.  Then I'll
fuck the shit out of you, Babe.  This is it, Matt.  Once I shove the head of
my cock in, there's no turning back.  No matter what you say, I won't stop.
If you struggle enough to break my grip, we're through--for good. I mean it.
So, do we go on, or do we stop?"

Matt paused for just a few seconds to think it over.  Finally he spoke.

"Dude," he replied.  "I've never wanted to admit this to anyone in my life,
but I've always wanted to get fucked by a huge cock like yours.  Please fuck
the shit out of me.  Keep fucking me no matter what I do or say.  I may beg
you to stop.  If I do, don't.  I may scream.  If I do, ignore me.  In both
cases, I may just be having fun.  If I do break your grip, and I immediately
ask you to continue, please do so.  It won't mean I tried to get you to
stop.  It'll just mean I was trying to have some fun.  I'm a competitive
guy, Babe.  I like being a tease.  If I truly want you to stop, I'll get out
of bed.  Please let me have some fun with this, OK?"

I smiled at him.  "OK, Babe," I told him.  "I understand.  That's no
problem.  I'll go along with that.  Let's compromise.  In response to your
competitiveness, so I can have fun with it too, I'll talk really nasty to
you, that is, call you all sorts of nasty names.  Don't be insulted.  It'll
just make it more intense for me.  OK?"

"Oooooooooo, yeah.  I like that, you mother fucker."

"Exactly.  Now get on all fours you bitch, and call me DADDY.  And I'm very
very serious about that Matt.  It's a sign of respect, and it really turns
me on.  Starting immediately, you will respect both me and my big fat COCK.
Got it?"

"Yes, DADDY."

"That's is, my little bitch."

Matt got on all fours, and I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of
his asshole.

"Feel a little cold, slut?" I asked.

He jerked forward.  I smiled, not expecting it.  My little slut was playing
games already.  I put my hands on his waist and jerked him back.

"Get back here you bitch," I said, giggling.

"Yes, DADDY," he said, giggling.

"Is this what you want?" I shoved the head of my cock inside his asshole.

"Oh my God," he said.

"Oh my God what?" I said.

"Oh my God it hurts."

"Oh my God it hurts what, fucker?" I said a little louder.

"Oh!  Oh my God it hurts, DADDY."

"Better, bitch.  Here's some more."  He recoiled and my cock fell out
completely.

"You know, bitch, that means I've got to start over.  And every time I start
over, I've got to put my cock through the sphincter muscle again, and that's
what hurts the most.  Is that what you want, you stupid slut?"

"No, DADDY, but I can't help it."

"Suit yourself.  But I suggest you try harder."

"OK, I will DADDY."

"Now back up so I can try again."

"OK.  Here DADDY."  He moved back to me.  I forcefully shoved my cock back
up his ass and in about 4".

"Sorry bitch," I said, in truth not the least bit sorry.  "I shoved it back
in to all the way where it was when you removed it.  I thought we shouldn't
waste any time getting it acclimated again."

"OK, DADDY," Matt said as he groaned.

I could tell he was uncomfortable.  He wasn't acting.

"Here's some more, bitch," I said.

I shoved in about 4" more.  I knew it was too much all at once.  I was being
nasty, but he wanted to play.  So I decided, "Let's play."

"Oh fucking shit!" he screamed.  He jerked forward.  This time I knew it
wasn't on purpose.

"That's being a bad little boy again," I told him.

"How much is in now, DADDY?" he asked.

"Well, until you jerked forward that time, you stupid slut, I had more than
half in.  But now it's a little less than half."

"Oh, my God, DADDY.  It feels already like no more can go in."

"Well, bitch," I said, "do the men you fuck take all of your cock?"

"Oh yes, DADDY."

"Then you ought to be able to take at least about 5" more of mine, right?"

"Jesus Christ, DADDY!" he responded.

I laughed a deep, naughty laugh.

"Please don't be mean to me, DADDY."

"Can't stop myself, my little whore.  You know you want it, don't you?"

"Not any more, DADDY."  I wasn't sure whether he was kidding or telling the
truth.  But, of course, it didn't matter.  He was going to be fucked now,
whether he liked it or not.

"That's tough shit, bitch.  You're taking all 12".  Then I'm going to fuck
you like a cheap slut," I responded, with a decidedly evil laugh.

"Oh, my God.  I'm not kidding, Lance.  It's getting really bad."

"I know, Matt.  But everyone says that.  Just relax, Baby.  When it's over,
you'll thank me.  You'll see.  Work through the pain, just like you did when
you played football.  Do it for me if you have to.  I don't mean for my
sexual pleasure, either.  I mean for our friendship.  Do you want me to
lighten up on the nastiness?"

"No, that's OK, go on.  Let's continue just the way we were going.  It
hurts, but I like it."

"OK, bitch.  Here's some more cock."

I shoved in 3" more.

"Oooooooooo," he swooned.

"And here's the rest."  I shoved in the rest.  My big fat tennis ball sized
balls slapped against his, and my bush felt his butt.

"Wow, DADDY," he said.  "It's all in, isn't it?"

"Yep, you nasty whore.  You took it all.  Now it's time to fuck you."

"Oh my God.  I don't think I can take that."

"What?"

"DADDY!  I mean."

"That's it, bitch."

I started fucking him slowly at first till he got used to it, but then I
started pounding him harder.

"You're really a tight mother fucker, you know that?"

"Exactly how tight, DADDY?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how does my ass compare to the other virgin male pussies you've
fucked, DADDY?"

"You're definitely, and I'm being honest, Babe, one of the tightest."

"Not THE tightest, DADDY?"

"Babe, you're tight as hell," I said, as I kept fucking the shit out of his
tight little hole.  "The only reason I've had a couple of tighter assholes
is because I've had a couple of smaller athletes.  I wish you hadn't asked
me that, especially now," I said, as I continued to fuck him, "but I'll
always be honest with you.  Athletes always have the best asses because they
have the best muscular control, so I've had a couple of other tighter
assholes only because I've had a couple of smaller athletes.  Does that
satisfy your curiosity, bitch?"

"Yes, DADDY.  Now stop wasting time answering my questions and fuck me!
Fuck me!!"

"You bitch!" I said, laughing.  I tossed him over on his back, threw his
powerful heavy legs on my shoulders, and started fucking him again.  As I
got in deeper, he started complaining again.  I started laughing.

"Getting in a little deeper, huh?  Feeling it a little more then, bitch?" I
asked him.

"Yeah, you whore!"

"Oh, you'll pay for that."

"That's what I was hoping for, DADDY," he said as he giggled.

That made me really start to pound him.  He grimaced at first, but soon he
started to get into it and was obviously beginning to enjoy it.  He lowered
his powerful legs from my shoulders and moved his large feet behind my ass.
He started pulling me toward him with his heels on my ass in rhythm with my
thrusts.

"If you weren't so fucking tight, I'd swear you'd been a bottom before, you
nasty bitch," I told him.

"Just because I've always been a top, Dude, doesn't mean I haven't been
paying attention to the bottoms I've fucked over the years," he said, with
an evil grin.

That did it.  I started fucking ass like I'd never fucked ass before, which
was exactly what he wanted.  Suddenly and unexpectedly, he started to shoot
cum all over himself.  He looked at me very surprised.  I smiled at him and
winked while I kept fucking him.  He kept cumming and couldn't believe it.
He put his head back and closed his eyes after shooting a few ropes so he
could enjoy the remainder of his intense orgasm.

"Liked that, huh, my little bitch?"

"Oh, God!  But how'd it happen?  I never touched it.  And it never happened
to anyone when I was fucking them."

"That's because you don't know how to massage a prostate properly when you
fuck someone."

I kept plowing his ass till I was ready to come.  I withdrew and went up to
his mouth.

"Open up and swallow my load," I gruffly commanded him.

He wasn't sure he wanted to do it.

"This isn't an option, bitch.  Do it!"

He opened up and took it all and swallowed.

"That's a good boy, my little slut.  Now kiss me, Matt."

We kissed for a long time and then fell into each others' arm.

After about a half hour I looked at him and asked, "Well, did you like it?"

"Yes, Dude, I really did.  I'm glad you pushed me to do it.  And I'm yours
now whenever you like.  I'd like to try to learn to deep throat you, too."

"That's going to be difficult, Babe.  No one's even been able to do that.
I'm too big."

"Well, I'd like to try.  I love giving you pleasure.  You do so much for me
around here."

"You do a lot for me too, Babe.  Don't think you don't."

We got up and got dressed.  I fixed him breakfast, and we drove to school.

Over the next month, nothing much unusual happened.  Things continued to go
well, both at school and at home.  As for school, I continued to help Matt
with his first year studies.  At home, I continued to do all the domestic
chores to give Matt the time he needed to study, and every night, Matt
wrapped his big, strong arms around me when we slept together.  Then, one
evening when I arrived home from school, Matt gave me a really pleasant
surprise.

I had told Matt one day after the first day we had had sex that I wished I
could see him sometime in his football uniform because jock uniforms really
turned me on.  So, on this particular day, when I arrived home after class,
I walked through the door, and in the middle of the hall, Matt was standing
dressed in his football uniform.  Well, not exactly in the whole uniform.
It was much sexier than that.  He had on his shoulder pads covered with a
short, cutoff jersey, a cup, high white athletic socks, and his cleats.

I swooned, stared for a couple of seconds, and dropped my briefcase.  I must
have gone white and started breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?  Are you alright?" Matt said, as he started to run toward me.

"Stop!" I ordered him.  "Go get the lube.  Now!"

Confused, but willing to obey orders, he went into my bedroom, retrieved the
lube, and ran back out to me.  By that time I had unzipped my suit pants,
and had dropped them and my boxers to the floor.  I still had on my suit
coat, shirt and tie.  I was all dressed up because I had participated in a
moot court final that day.

I had revealed a raging hard on.  The head of my cock was fully extended out
of my foreskin, something I don't think had ever happened before.  So much
precum had started coming out of my cock that it had started dripping onto
the floor.

"Lube me up then get down on your hands and knees, bitch!" I ordered Matt.

There was still no smile on my face.  I was too horny to smile.  But Matt
did as I had ordered.  He was smiling.  He obviously enjoyed immensely
having this effect on me.  He was in a way controlling me because knew now
that he could cause me to have sex with him whenever he wanted, and I was in
a way controlling him at the same time because I could order him to have sex
with me and to do exactly what I told him to do.  So the question was: who
was really controlling whom?  Or, did it really matter?

I shoved my cock up his ass and hit bottom in one stroke.  Matt didn't
flinch.  He just moaned with delight.  I started fucking him furiously.  I
talked to him with single words--no, single syllables--while at the same time
I shoved my swollen cock up his ass and hit bottom with each stroke.

I started out talking in a nasty, horny tone of voice, each syllable
corresponding to an inward pelvic thrust.

"You

"fuck

"-ing

"bitch.

"How

"dare

"you

"fuck

"-ing

"turn

"me

"on

"wear

"ing

"that

"fuck

"-ing

"sex

"-y

"fuck

"-ing

"u

"-ni

"-form

"and

"get

"my

"fuck

"-ing

"cock

"so

"fuck

"-ing

"hard.

"I'm

"fuck

"-ing

"go

"-ing

"to

"fuck

"the

"fuck

"-ing

"shit

"out

"of

"your

"fuck

"-ing

"ass

"-hole

"if

"it

"fuck

"-ing

"takes

"all

"fuck

"-ing

"night,

"and

"I

"fuck

"-ing

"hope

"it

"fuck

"-ing

"does."

Then I involuntarily switched to a calmer tone of voice.

"Oh

"fuck,

"Matt,

"you've

"fuck

"-ing

"turned

"me

"on

"so

"fuck

"-ing

"much.

"Thank

"you!

Then I started to cum.  I shot my load up his ass.  I was sooooo horny.  I
held on to his waist with my hands over his jock strap, surveying his
shoulder pads, his short jersey, the straps of his jock over his two ass
cheeks, and looking down at those sexy white socks and those black leather
cleats.  I was in fucking heaven.  When I was finally done filling his ass
with a huge load, I collapsed on the floor.

"Oh my God, Matt.  Oh my fucking God!  I'm sorry I went so crazy.  I
practically raped you.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have done it.  But when I
saw you in that sexy football uniform, I went berserk.  And then, you were
so tight and so hot, and it was . . . I mean . . .  you were so fucking hot
.. . .  it was all so . . .  I mean . . .  it was all just . . . so
incredible . . . just so fucking good!  I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.  I mean,
I'm NOT sorry.  I mean, I AM sorry.  Fuck!  I don't know what I mean.  Shit!
  Your fucking hole was so hot . . . and so fucking tight.  Oh my God!  It
was sooooo good, Babe.  I can't . . . I don't know . . .   You're still so
fucking hot in that uniform.  Damn, you gorgeous bitch.  Fuck!  Oh my God!
I'm sorry . . . I . . . "

"Shhhhh.  It's OK, Dude.  I can't believe I'm having such an effect on you.
I'm very flattered.  And for future reference, there's no way you can rape
me."

"Please forgive me, Matt.  I don't know what to say.  I've never ever been
so turned on before.  I felt so much like an animal.  I feel so much like an
animal still.  It was so incredible.  I mean, on the one hand, I am scared
of who and what I was, and on the other hand, it was so fucking
gooooooooood!  I wish it had never stopped!!  I wish I hadn't lost control,
but it was incredible to lose control.  I just can't explain it.  It was
soooooooooo incredible."

Matt smiled.  "Babe," he said, "as long as you're like that only when you're
with me, you can be like that whenever you want and as often as you want!"

"Thanks, Baby," I said.  "I'll remember that."  I winked and smiled at him,
but I was still a little bit frightened by all that had just happened, even
though I had just experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.

I went down to Matt who by this time was sitting on the floor next to me.

"Just hold me tight and keep your sexy uniform on, Baby.  Please!"

He could sense my intense need for him to be close to me at that moment.

"Yes, Babe," he said.  "Come here."

We lay down together, I in his arms, on the floor, with my pants and boxers
still down around my ankles, my shoes still on, my suit coat shirt and tie
still on, and Matt with his uniform still on.  After a few minutes, he asked
me whether he should take off my clothes for me.

"No, please, don't move, don't ever move.  Please just hold me tight," I
told him.

"Shhhh, shhhh.  It's OK, Lance.  I'm here.  I'm not going anywhere.
Everything's OK," he said.

It still felt a little unusual both wanting and needing to be in Matt's
massive arms.  But I couldn't deny how good and protected it made me feel,
too.  Unless you've been wrapped in the protective, strong, loving arms of a
tall well-built muscular athlete in such a similar circumstance, you can't
appreciate the feeling of complete security and safety I felt at that
moment.  And it was glorious, nearly as glorious as the incredible orgasm
I'd experienced just a few minutes earlier.

I soon got so used to being in Matt's arms that it became completely
natural, and I began to crave it.  Indeed, I became for the first time in my
life the submissive partner in a relationship and was no longer the dominant
one, except in one aspect: the sexual one.  I was the top, and Matt was the
bottom.  That made the relationship somewhat unusual and would eventually
cause some tension that would require attention.

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