Date: Tue, 01 May 2007 14:58:08 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Section 6 of Lance's Story

There was an unfortunate incident a few weeks later, just before first
semester finals.  I felt responsible because I had caused Matt to feel too
much like he needed to protect me emotionally during his first semester at
law school, a time when he should have been worried solely about himself and
should have been taking care of his own needs and not mine.  In any case, it
happened, and we had to deal with it.

One day, Matt and I had stopped in one of the halls at school as were
finishing a conversation.  We were about to split up to attend different
classes when he decided to kiss me quickly on the lips.  One of the other
third-year students, a jerk named Dustin Banks, walked by, saw us kissing,
and said to me, "Looks like you found another fag for a boyfriend, huh,
Dawson?"

Matt got immediately enraged.  In a split second, he got ready to throw a
punch at Dustin.

"No, Matt!" I yelled, as I got between him and Dustin.  Matt threw the
punch, but instead of hitting Dustin, Matt hit me in the left eye.

That got Matt even more enraged, but by that time, fortunately, Dustin was
long gone.  And besides, I was on the floor in pain, so Matt decided it was
more important to stay and take care of me.

A crowd started gathering.  A few professors started coming by to see what
had happened.  They wanted to restrain Matt from hitting me again.  However,
I explained it was an accident, that he was my roommate, which some of the
students confirmed, and that I wanted him to take me home.  That eased their
concerns, so Matt picked me up in his strong arms like I was a stuffed doll,
even though I told him I could walk, took me out to his car, and drove me
back to our apartment.

When we got there, he put some ice on my eye.  He asked how I was, and I
told him I was fine.  Then he broke down and sobbed.

"Hey, Sport.  What's the matter?" I asked him.

"I can't believe I did this to you, my best friend, the best friend I've
ever had."

"Geez, Matt," I told him.  "It's not as if you did it on purpose."

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does."

"No it doesn't!"

He went to his room and threw himself down on his bed, still in tears.  I
gave him a few minutes before I went back to his room.  When I went to his
room, I got down on his bed behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"I've been very unfair to you, Babe," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've made you take care of me when I should've been taking care of you.
This is your first semester in law school.  You don't need any other
pressure like I've given you.  For the next month, I'm going to take care of
you.  Got it?"

"No."

"Either that, or we're through.  I mean it.  Just till you get through your
first semester exams.  I'm going to help you study and do your best.  I'll
take care of everything around here for you.  And I don't want you to feel
like you're my protector or that you need to take care of my sexual needs,
though I'll take care of yours."

"No!"

"Listen, big boy: I've been in your shoes all of my life.  I've been the
protector, so I know how you feel.  That's probably why I've taken advantage
of you for the past few months.  I finally found someone like you who could
do it for me.  So I've let you do it for a change because it's been so nice,
and I knew you wanted to do it because that's the way you liked it also.

"But for right now, you've got to let go of it and let me do it for you.  I
know it's hard because you've never been on the other side, Baby.  But you
need it for just a little while.  I promise I'll let you go back to being my
protector after finals if you want.  Although," I said, changing my tone of
voice and giggling at this point, "you might decide you like it that way,
and then I'll be stuck with the job again."  Then I started laughing.

Matt smiled and said he would agree to it, but he didn't like it.  I gave
him a big hug.  He then said he still felt terrible about my eye.  I laughed
and said I was kind of hurting too.  He laughed at that also.  He kissed me,
and then the eye, very gently.  He told me he'd do anything if he could make
the pain go away.

"Anything?" I said with a twinkle in my eye.

"You're so easy," he said, and I ripped off his clothes and started sucking
on his cock.  Soon his entire 10 ½" was down my throat.

"Hey, I though I was going to make you feel better!" he said.

"A big fucking cock down my throat is always the best medicine for me,
bitch.  Haven't I ever told you that?"

He just put his head back on his pillow, closed his eyes, started to moan,
and a few minutes later shot a big load down my throat.

"You're amazing!" he said.

"Tell me something I don't know," I said.

"You're also a bitch!" he said, giggling.

"I SAID, tell me something I DON'T know!"  We both laughed hysterically.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of things.  The next day, Dean Mills
stopped me in the hall and told me he wanted to see Matt and me in his
office as soon as possible.  I told him we could be there in about 30
minutes.  He said that would be fine.

I found Matt and told him the Dean wanted to see us.  He panicked.  I told
him it was OK and to let me do all the talking unless the Dean addressed him
directly.  He agreed.  We entered the Dean's office and sat down opposite
him.

"Look up at me and don't slouch, Mr. Sloan," Dean Mills said.  "You're going
to be an attorney in a few years, and you're going to be upset often.  But
you can't let opposing counsel notice it, or you'll lose a lot of your
cases."

"Yes, Dean Mills" he said.

It was encouraging that the Dean had said Matt was going to be an attorney
in a few years.  It appeared to indicate he didn't intend to expel Matt.
I'm not sure Matt caught the inference, however.

"I'll come right to the point, gentlemen.  Rumor has it that something out
of the ordinary took place yesterday, and judging from the shiner on Mr.
Dawson's eye, the rumor seems to be true.  Would you like to tell me about
it?"

"Uh, Dean Mills, it really wasn't anything," I said.  "Matt hit me in the
eye by accident.  Matt and I are roommates.  It's not a problem."

"That's not exactly the way I hear it went, Mr. Dawson," he replied.  "Would
you like to expand on the facts, or would you like for me to tell you what I
heard and thereby assume that you are keeping something from me, which I
will not be happy about."

"OK, OK," I said.  "Matt is my boyfriend, Dean Mills.  Yesterday, we were in
the hall when Dustin Banks saw Matt give me a quick kiss just before class.
He then gay bashed me saying, and I quote, `I see you found another fag
boyfriend, Dawson.'  As you know, Jay Williams had been my boyfriend until
he graduated last year.  He had to move away to take a job in a city quite
distant from here.  He was the `other boyfriend' to which Dustin was
referring.  In any case, Matt is very protective of me--perhaps a little too
protective.  Dustin's slur provoked him to attempt to take a poke at Dustin.
  I got between Matt and Dustin to try to stop Matt, and I ended up taking
the poke."

"I see," said the Dean.  "You do realize, don't you, Mr. Sloan, that we have
a zero tolerance policy against violence at the university?"

"Yes, Sir," Matt replied, quite sullenly.

"And you do realize also, don't you, that that means I am within my rights
to expel you from this law school?"

"Yes, Sir," Matt replied, now trembling.

"Dean Mills, Sir," I interjected, "with all do respect, isn't there also a
zero tolerance policy against conduct such as gay bashing?"

"Yes, Mr. Dawson, there is.  So if I were to expel Mr. Sloan, I would have
to expel Mr. Banks as well.  The really unfortunate thing here, Mr. Sloan,
is that had you kept control of yourself and informed me of Mr. Banks'
comment, I would have expelled him, and that would have been the end of the
matter."

"I will certainly do so next time, Dean Mills, that is, if I am given a
second chance to do so," Matt replied.

"Well, I have to speak with Mr. Banks yet before I decide what to do about
the situation.  I'll let you know as soon as I can.  That'll be all
gentlemen.  Good day."

We left the Dean's office, finished classes, and went home.  Matt was scared
to death.  I told him to try not to worry.  I really didn't believe he would
be expelled.  We slept together that night.  I held him.  He wanted to hold
me, but I insisted.  When he finally went to sleep, he slept soundly.  He
needed to be held.  Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed some
care.

The Dean called us to his office the next day.  "Gentlemen," he said, "I'm
in sort of a pickle here.  The President of the University wants me to expel
both of you because of the zero tolerance policy.  He feels that not doing
so will set a bad precedent.  I, on the other hand, feel different.  I feel
that I should expel Mr. Banks but discipline you, Mr. Sloan, short of
expelling you.  Unfortunately, that is not an option.  I am forced to treat
you both the same.  As I told you yesterday, Mr. Sloan, it is a shame you
didn't control yourself and report Mr. Banks' slur so I could have expelled
him and been done with the matter.  But that's water under the bridge.

"So, here's what I've decided to do.  Tomorrow, I will hold an assembly of
the student body and faculty in the auditorium.  You, Mr. Sloan, and Mr.
Banks will admit that what you did was wrong, apologize to the assembled
body for what you did, and pledge never to do anything that violates the
rules of the university again.  And I will warn you right now that the
slightest infraction of the rules in the future will be grounds for
immediate dismissal.  Is that all agreeable, Mr. Sloan?"

"Yes, Sir," Matt replied.  "Completely."

"And Mr. Dawson?" the Dean asked.

"Yes, Sir?" I said.

"Inasmuch as you were intimately, no pun and no offense intended, involved,
you will be on the stage with Mr. Banks and Mr. Sloan."

"Yes, Sir, and no offense taken."

"Fine.  You will find the time of the assembly posted tomorrow morning, and
you will be able to pick up the text of your speech from my secretary any
time after 10 a.m. tomorrow, Mr. Sloan.  I should also warn you, Mr. Sloan,
that if you deviate from the text of the speech as written, you will do so
at your own risk."

That evening at the apartment, Matt was relieved but very nervous.  I tried
to cheer him up.

"Matt, look, it'll all be over tomorrow.  You're not going to be expelled.
That's the main thing.  And besides, it's Justin who's really going to look
like the fool.  Everyone is going to understand that you're a hero.  Of
course you broke a rule, but most people are going to understand that you
were protecting the honor of someone close to you.  And after tomorrow, you
can turn your full-time attention to studying for your first semester exams.
  Believe me, Babe.  Once those are over with, law school is a breeze.  And
I'm going to help you with those, Babe.  I'm going to be there for you every
step of the way."

"Thanks, Lance.  You know, you're the greatest."

"Tell me something I don't know," I said.  He laughed.  "That's what I
wanted to hear," I said.

The next day, the notice about the assembly was posted.  It would be held at
7 p.m. that evening.  Matt picked up his speech later that morning.  It
read:

"Even though I was provoked by a scurrilous comment made by Mr. Banks a few
days ago concerning my relationship with Lance Dawson, it was nevertheless
completely inappropriate for me to have attempted to engage in a violent act
to retaliate against Mr. Banks for his inappropriate conduct.  Therefore, I
would like to take this opportunity to apologize to everyone present, as
well as to those not present, for violating the rules of the university
against violence, and I pledge never again to do so again for as long as I
remain a student here.  Furthermore, I will in the future engage only in
what is deemed appropriate conduct regarding displays of affection within
the university so as not to transgress any other policies."

"Wow, Matt!" I said when he showed it to me.  "He really digs Dustin pretty
bad, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, rather morosely.  "I just wish it were all
over."

"I know, Babe.  It will be soon."

That evening came soon.  The stage was set with four chairs.  Dustin was on
the left, followed by Dean Mills, then me, and then Matt.  Thus, Dustin and
Matt were on opposite ends.  Dean Mills rose and stated that he assumed
everyone knew about what had happened.  Nevertheless he recounted the facts
very briefly.  In general, it made Dustin look like an idiot, and Matt came
off looking pretty good, though the Dean tried to give a faint appearance of
being objective.

Dustin rose and read his statement.  It wasn't too bad.  At least the Dean
didn't make him look like a complete fool.  That was kind of him, actually.

Then Matt rose.  He read his statement as written all the way through till
the last sentence.  Then he decided to change it to read as follows:

"Furthermore, with the one exception of what I am about to do, I will in the
future engage only in what is deemed appropriate conduct regarding displays
of affection within the university so as not to transgress any other
policies."

At that point, he turned to me and said into the microphone, in front of
everyone, "I love you Lance Dawson."  Then he walked up to me, grabbed my
shoulders, picked me up with his strong, huge arms, and kissed me in front
of everyone.

Everyone, or almost everyone--except for Dustin, that is--stood up, applauded,
and cheered.  The Dean was speechless for a few seconds, as was I.  Finally,
when the applause died down, and Matt and I and everyone else had sat down,
the Dean went back to the podium.

"Well, I guess we can let Mr. Sloan's slight deviation from the text of his
speech and his slight violation of the policy on displays of affection
within the university be excused this one time, that is, assuming the
present company is willing to accept that decision?"

Once again the audience applauded its approval.

"OK, then.  You're all dismissed."

"Let's get out of here," he said.

"OK," I said weakly, still in shock.

We drove back to the apartment.  I remained in shock all the way.  We walked
in, and I went over to the couch and sat down.

"Want a beer, Babe?" Matt asked me, obviously on a total high.

"Sure," I said, weakly.

He went to the kitchen, brought back two beers and gave one to me.

"Well fucking say SOMETHING, Dude!  ANYTHING!!" he said.

"What do you want me to say?  I thought we agreed this wasn't going to
happen.  We said if it did, that was it!  Are you saying it's over between
us?" I asked him.

"I hope not, I sure hope not," he said, with a huge grin on his beautiful
jock face.

"Listen, Lance," he continued.  "You don't have to love me back.  I don't
care.  And I don't care how long we last: one more hour, one more day, one
more week, or one more month.  And if you leave next May, and I never see
you again, as will probably happen, that's fine.  It'll hurt, sure.  But I
can't help how I feel.  I love you, Dude, and I'm happy.  And I'm not going
to deny it.  If you want to throw me out, fine.  I'll leave.  If you want to
stop our sexual relationship but have me stay your roommate, that's fine
too.  Whatever.  I'll still keep loving you.  It'll be frustrating, sure.
But I'm not going to deny how I feel.  That's no way to live.  I've tried
that before.  It doesn't work."

"Baby, you're so naïve.  People get hurt living like that," I replied.

"People get hurt however they live.  Life is pain.  Without pain you can't
have joy.  Big fucking deal!"

"I'm scared, Matt."

"Why, Babe?  I've just told you that you're in the driver's seat.  You can
have it anyway you want it.  I'll leave, or I'll stay and be anything or
anyway you want me."

"That's not why I'm scared, Baby."

"Then why are you scared?"

I looked into his eyes, but I froze.  I couldn't talk.

"What is it, Lance?  You're scaring me.  What's the matter?"

I threw my arms around him, and held him tight.  He pulled me off him by the
shoulders.

"Lance, for God's sake.  Tell me.  Are you sick?  Did someone threaten you?
I'll kill them!"

"No, Matt.  It's, it's ^Å"  I stopped cold.  I still couldn't bring myself to
tell him what I wanted to say.

Matt broke down.  "There's someone else, isn't there?  That's what it is.
You've hooked up with some fucking third-year student, and you're making
plans to be together after you graduate in May."  Tears were streaming down
his cheeks as he looked down at my feet dejectedly.

"Oh, God no, Baby.  No!  That's not it at all.  I promise you.  There's no
one else."  I paused a few seconds while Matt kept looking down.  Finally I
said it.  "I love only you, Matt."

Matt looked up into my eyes and smiled weakly.  "What did you just say,
Dude?" he asked me.

"That's right, DUDE," I said to him, mockingly.  "I love you.  That's what I
was afraid to tell you because I'm afraid to admit it to myself.  I know it
can't last after next May, and I know what that means, and that scares the
hell out of me because I know it's going to hurt.  It's going to hurt like
hell.  But, like you, I can't and won't deny it any longer."

He picked me up in his big strong mammoth jock football player arms like a
groom picks up a bride to carry her over a threshold.  He carried me into my
bedroom and placed me gently on the bed.  Then he got undressed and gently
undressed me.  He kissed me passionately, treating me like a fragile china
doll.

"Do you want sex tonight, Baby?" I asked him.

"No, Lance," he said.  "This is much too beautiful a night to spoil it with
sex.  I just want kissing, caressing, holding, fondling, stroking, etc.
Nothing but tenderness between us tonight, Babe."

"I knew there was a romantic in there somewhere, you giant jock football
player, you," I said.  "And by the way, you haven't worn that football
uniform for me in awhile.  You KNOW what that does for me."

"Jesus Christ, don't I know!  I can't wear it unless I'm ready to be fucked
like an animal.  It has to be at least four days since you fucked me last
and I'm sufficiently healed.  Otherwise, I'll be too tender and you'll rip
me apart!"

We both laughed.

"I think you're too well broken in now for that to happen.  You're going to
have to find a 14" cock to be satisfied anymore," I said.

He got silent and was no longer smiling.  Oh, God.  I did it again.  I had
broken the mood.  I had suggested, even jokingly, that my boyfriend maybe
should find someone else to satisfy him.

"I'm sorry.  I hope I didn't upset you," I said.

"It's OK.  I think I know how you meant it."

"Thank God, Babe.  I made a mistake like that another time, and it caused a
major fuck up in a relationship."

"Yeah?  Wanna tell me about it?"

"Another time maybe."

"OK."  After a minute or so he smiled again and continued.  "Lance, can I
ask you something?"

I thought to myself, "Oh, God.  Have I been down this road before?"

"I hope you won't be upset," he continued.

It was beginning to sound like it, I thought to myself.

"It's something I've wanted to do for awhile, but I wasn't sure if it would
upset you," he continued again.

Yep, here is comes.

"Sure, Babe.  What is it?" I asked.

"I really want to fuck you."

"Well I can definitely see why.  I've got a really cute ass, don't I?"

He started laughing hysterically.

"Yeah, that's true.  But, you know, I was always a top before I met you, and
I miss it.  Not that bottoming for you isn't great, because it is.  And I'll
always do it, anytime you want.  I love you, Lance.  You know that.  I just
think topping you could make us both happy, and it would add something new
and nice to our relationship"

"OK, my love, we've always been completely honest with each other, right?"

"Yeah, we have, and I want you to be, even this time, though I have to admit
I'm afraid about what you're going to say."

"No, I don't think it's all that bad, and I hope you'll agree.  OK, here
goes.  I've told you a little about my last relationship, I mean with Jay.
It's still a little hard not being with him, but I'm almost past it.  I do
love you though, like I said.  You can believe that, or I wouldn't have said
it."

"OK, I trust you about that."

"Well, as you know, Jay was a cute little gymnast, and he was a bottom for
me.  But after we had been going together for awhile, he decided he wanted
to top me, so one day he went out and bought a set of leathers, cooked my
favorite meal for me, and waited for me to get home.  After the meal, I
fucked the shit out of him and told him for the first time that I loved him.
  He had already told me that he loved me some time before.  Kinda sounds
familiar, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, Babe.  Sounds like you may be a little afraid of commitment."

"More afraid of getting hurt.  Anyway, after I'd fucked the shit out of him,
as always, he smiled and told me to take a good look at him in his leathers.
  He asked me whether it had occurred to me yet why he might be dressed in
leathers that night.  Idiot that I was, I still didn't get it.  Finally I
caught on to the implication of domination and that he wanted to fuck me.  I
hesitated.  For one thing, I was a virgin."

"Really?" Matt asked.

"Well you were too till I fucked you a few months ago!" I said.

"Yeah, you got me there," he said, giggling.

"Anyway, that surprised him a little, but turned him on even more because it
meant that if I let him fuck me, the first guy he was going to fuck, and who
had been fucking him, was a virgin, and he was going to pop his cherry.

"So I just had to let him do it.  I loved him more than life itself.  He was
so cute.  I talked him through it and gave him the absolute best fuck of his
life.  He was spent like a wet dish rag when it was over.  I enjoyed his
orgasm more than any orgasm I had ever experienced myself before then or
since--no offense, Baby.  I can't describe the thrill I had giving my little
gymnast the most joy he had ever experienced with my tight virgin hole.
After he was done, he collapsed on me, and I held him as if he were a little
child.

"I tell you all this for the following reason: I gave me asshole to Jay
about a year ago, and no one but Jay has ever had it before or since.  It
was such an intimate thing to do that it is difficult to let someone else
have it, even you, whom I love so very much.  I know that probably hurts,
but I want and need to be honest with you.

"But I promise you this, Baby.  Give me just a little more time.  Let's get
you through your exams and through the Christmas break.  I think by that
time I'll be ready to give myself completely to you.  You don't want to have
me now anyway, when I would have regrets and be thinking of and comparing
you to someone else.  And I promise you when you finally have me, I'll give
you something you'll never forget.  Just think, I've only had one rider
before, and he was a much smaller jock than you are, so there's a lot of
uncharted territory for you to explore.  Is that OK, Baby?"

"Yeah, Babe.  I can wait.  You're worth it.  I love you so much.  You're
worth everything to me."

"Oh, Matt, what am I going to do with you?"

"Keep fucking the shit out of me, I hope."

"You got, it bitch.  Roll over!"

I got some lube and fucked him good.  I jerked him off as I shot up his ass.
  Then I spooned him, with me on the outside hugging him tight, and we went
to sleep.

When I came home the next day from work and walked through the apartment
door I couldn't believe my eyes.  Standing there in front of me was Matt
dressed in leathers.  Looking from top to bottom, he was wearing a spiked
collar, tight spiked arm bands, to accentuate his bulging biceps and
triceps, black weight lifters gloves so his thick beautiful fingers were
visible, black spiked wrist bands, no harness so the sight of his entire
chest and washboard abs could be completely enjoyed, a thin spiked black
belt from which extended a thin black piece of leather which held a cock
ring through which his limp 8" cock hung gloriously, black chaps, and black
boots.  He was leaning against the wall by his elbow holding a black leather
whip and had an evil smile on his face.

"God you look beautiful, Babe!" I said.

"Forget that.  So what took you so fucking long to get home, bitch?"

"Sorry.  Had to talk with a professor after class."

"Don't like waiting this long."

"I said I was sorry," I said, still chuckling.

"Yeah.  I heard.  I still don't like it.  You should've called."

Something didn't seem right, I thought to myself.  I looked at Matt again
and saw that in his other hand, the one that was not holding the bull whip,
was a half empty bottle of whiskey.

"You won't let me fuck you, bitch, so now you have to be punished."

Oh, my God.  He's drunk, I thought to myself.

"Matt, calm down," I told him

"I'm as calm as I'm going to get.  Get over here, bitch!"

"Matt, let's talk about this.  I realize you're upset, but his is no way to
handle this."

"Time for talk is over.  I asked you nicely last night, but you said, `No.'
Now I'm going to take what's rightfully mine.  And you're going to give it
to me."

I decided to bolt for the door.  I turned around and lunged.  I heard the
sound of the whip crack close to my ear.

"I wouldn't try that again if you know what's good for you, you filthy cunt.
  I've plenty of experience in using this thing.  The next time I'll snap
off your whole fucking ear!"

"OK, OK, Matt.  Just please don't hurt me.  I'll let you fuck me, if that's
what you want.  Just please don't hurt me."

I was shaking.  He had an absolutely evil grin on his face.  I had never
been so scared before.

"Can I have a drink first?  Please?"

"Take what you think you need, bitch.  It's going to be a long, long night.
By the time I get done with your asshole, you'll feel sorry for all the poor
bastards you've fucked with that huge cock you've got in your pants."

Matt handed me the bottle of whiskey, and I took a couple of belts.  I went
into the kitchen.  I thought for a minute about using the phone.

"By the way, he said.  I've disconnected all the phones, so don't try that."

Jesus Christ, I thought.  He's gone crazy.  I'm a dead man.  Why did I ever
get involved with this lunatic?  I took a couple more belts of the whiskey.

"OK Matt, I'm ready.  But please don't hurt me.  Remember, I love you, and
last night you said you love me."

"It's about fucking time you're ready, bitch.  And don't give me any of that
`love' shit.  Don't expect me to fall for that.  If you really `loved' me,
you'd have given me your ass last night."

I took one last belt of the whiskey and prayed the night would be over soon.
  As I looked at him, though, as petrified of him as I was, I couldn't help
but be turned on by him.  He really was fucking gorgeous.  But God, he acted
like he was going to tear me apart when he fucked me!

He came into the kitchen and lifted me into his powerful arms like a limp
dish rag.  He smelled of whiskey.  I was trembling like the last dead leaf
remaining on a tree in a violent wind storm.  I dared not resist.  Suddenly,
he looked down into my eyes and smiled.  Then he bent down and whispered in
my ear.

"Listen, Dude," he said, "I'm not drunk, and I'm not going to fuck you
either.  I've only had one drink, just so you can smell the liquor on my
breath, for the effect.  It's only a game.  I heard you talking about your
last boyfriend in leathers last night, and it fucking turned me on--real bad.
  I just need to do this, Lance.  Please forgive me for scaring the shit out
of you, but it was part of the game.  I need it.  I need this whole thing
really bad.  Please play along.  Please."

Jesus Christ!  Where had I heard all that before?

I looked into his eyes, his desperate plaintive eyes, and stroked his
beautiful blond hair.

"Sure, Baby.  I'm going to kill you later for giving me a heart attack," I
said with a big grin, "but I totally understand.  I really do.  You have no
idea how much I do.  Do whatever you need to do to me and with me.  Even if
it includes fucking me."

"No, Lance.  I'm not going to fuck you tonight.  Besides, that would ruin
the game.  It's about punishing you because you won't let me fuck you," he
said, giggling.

"OK, Baby.  I'm up for that.  It sounds like fun.  I said I would be there
for you till exams are over this month, right?  And that's where I'll be.  I
love you.  Now let's play."

We got back into character, and Matt "punished" me for a couple of hours.
My ass got more and more red, and I was "forced" to deep throat him and
swallow his cum.  I was "forced" to rim him, and he degraded me using the
foulest language.  Whenever I smiled or laughed, he threatened to use the
whip on me, telling me it was serious business, and I wasn't permitted to
enjoy myself.  Only he could enjoy himself.  Sometimes I would call him a
bad name on purpose, like "bitch," "whore," "cunt," or whatever else
occurred to me, just so he would slap or whip my ass again.  Sometimes I
would beg him not to hurt me or to be nice.  All of it was meant to turn him
on, and it did.

He also commanded me to get him drinks and food, and he yelled at me or
whipped me when I didn't do it fast enough.  He stayed dressed in his
leathers the rest of the evening, even while we studied.    Even when he
asked me for help that evening, he did so in character.

Near the conclusion of the evening, he demanded that I take off his
leathers, bathe him, and then take him to bed.  As his last command of the
evening, he commanded me to get behind him, put my arms around him, hold him
tight, and protect him all night while he slept.  I promised I would.  He
then finally changed the tone of his voice and said, "Thank you, Lance.  I
love you, more than anyone I have ever loved in the past, and more than
anyone I will ever love in the future."  I got tears in my eyes, knowing our
relationship was certainly going to last only about six months more.  Damn,
how love hurts.

No more fooling around till exams were over.  Enough shit had distracted
Matt from studying.  I put my foot down.  I took over all the chores at
home.  I started sniffing his clothes again and jerked off to satisfy my sex
drive while I gave him quick blow jobs or hand jobs, usually in the shower
to save time, to satisfy his.

I helped him study to cram for his finals, let him use my old class
outlines, and gave him tips on how to take the exams.  He got more and more
nervous as they approached.  I gave him massages, fed him all the right
foods, exercised with him, and continued to keep his sexual needs satisfied
adequately, but didn't oversex him.  I had little time for myself, but
managed to do everything I needed to do just the same for my own exams.

He came through with good grades.  They weren't great, but they were
respectable.  All A's and B's except for one C.  His overall GPA for the
semester was a 3.25, though we didn't actually know it till the beginning of
the next semester.  But he suspected he had done OK.  You can generally tell
how you did on law school exams by discussing them with the other students
right after you take them.  We were both pleased, as were his parents.  As
his undergraduate GPA had not been much higher, it was quite a respectable
showing, especially for the first semester.

The day after the exams were finished was Matt's birthday.  I considered
doing the same thing for him that I had tried to do for Jay, but for obvious
reasons, I hesitated.  I decided to go ahead with it anyway, since I had not
been Matt's first gay lover.  If it didn't go well, at least I didn't expect
the negative reaction to be as extreme.

I approached Rex about it.  He was glad to see me and kept his promise about
the fee.  He showed up at the apartment and pulled the same stunt.  He was
about the same size as Matt, so I was afraid Matt might struggle a little
about being handcuffed, but I guess he'd learned his less from the incident
with Dustin.  He sat there quietly while Rex discussed the "problem" with
him.

When Rex started dancing, Matt turned red but then really started getting
into it.  It was obvious this was not the first male stripper he had seen.

"Take these fucking handcuffs off.  How can I enjoy myself this way," he
said jokingly.

"No, I said.  That's part of the fun.  You're supposed to be teased."

"Oh please, Lance, really.  I want to be able to touch him while he's giving
me lap dances.  It's just not fair.  It IS my birthday after all."

"OK, I see your point.  Take off the handcuffs, Rex."

"You're the boss, Lance."

Rex took off the cuffs.  I could see that Matt really got into the stripping
and the lap dances.  His hands were all over Rex.  His face had lust written
all over it.  At one point he obviously felt guilty because he looked over
at me with an expression that said, "Are you sure you're OK with this?"  I
just nodded my approval.  His look nodded an enthusiastic, "Thanks, Babe!
This is fucking great!!" and he went back to his birthday present.

When Rex removed his g-string and was finally completely nude, Matt couldn't
believe it.  He didn't know what to do.  Rex bent down and whispered into
his ear, "Play with it, birthday boy."  Matt looked back at me again for
guidance.

"If you don't, I will!" I said.

"You really are a nasty bitch," he said.  With that he took Rex's 7" uncut
cock between his fingers and started jerking his foreskin slowly and softly.
  Rex started groaning.

After a couple of minutes, Rex grabbed Matt's crotch, kneaded it, and said,
"Why don't we take this into your bedroom, Sport?"

Matt looked over at me.

"That's right Babe.  He's yours for the night."

"I don't know, Lance.  Are you sure?"

"Would I have hired him if I weren't sure?"

"Well, let me talk to you about it in private for just a minute first."

"OK," I said, as Rex and I glanced at each other.

"Lance, I'm not about this," Matt said.  "Why do you want to do this?"

"I love you, Babe.  I want to do something special for you.  And in this
case, I want you to have someone to fuck.  I know you've wanted to do it for
awhile, and I haven't been able to give it to you.  Let me do this for you.
It's your birthday, and besides, you've just finished your first semester of
law school.  That's a lot to celebrate."

"How about if we share him?" Matt asked.

"An orgy?  Hmmm.  That might be fun.  Tell you what.  You take him in your
room, fuck the shit out of him, do whatever else you want with him, or let
him do whatever you want him to do to you, then call me in, and the three of
us will spend the rest of the night fucking together.  How's that sound?"

"OK, Dude.  But only if you're sure."

"Babe, nothing would make me happier.  Oh, and by the way.  Fuck the bitch
so hard with your big, fat dick that I can hear his screams!"

"You got it, Babe."

I walked back out to Rex.

"We're on, Rex.  Just one thing, Dude.  A little warning: there's a lot of
cock between the two of us.  You think you can handle it?" I said.

"Yeah, right, Lance.  Like I haven't heard THAT before."

"OK.  You've been warned.  I don't want to hear any complaints later.  Might
hurt your reputation.  Ha ha!  Here are a couple of beers you can take for
you and Matt."

I gave Rex a couple of beers, and he swaggered back to Matt's room like a
smart ass who'd seen and done it all.

"Thanks, Rex," I heard Matt say, obviously when he took the beer from him.
"Now get on all fours, Dude.  I want to fuck the shit out of you."

"Do what you have to do, man.  I'm here for the night."

Matt related every thing that happened between him and Rex later.

Matt took off his shoes and socks.  Rex noticed his big feet evidently for
the first time.  Then Matt slowly took off his shirt.  Rex seemed impressed
with his chest and arms, though he restrained himself from saying anything.
Next Matt dropped his pants.  Rex seemed impressed with his muscular legs,
again saying nothing.

Then Matt dropped his boxers, revealing his already erect 10 ½" uncut cock.
Rex swallowed hard.

"Oh, fuck!" Rex graoned.

"This is nothing, Dude.  Wait till you see what Lance has got."

"Oh, shit!" Rex said.

"Now brace yourself, bitch.  I haven't fucked an asshole in a long, long
time, so I'm ready to do some serious drilling tonight."

"Oh, God!" Rex said.  "It'll kill me!"

"Just relax, Babe.  It's just going to get you ready for Lance, that's all.
You wouldn't want to have him before me, would you?"

"No, no, you're right.  Go ahead and fuck me.  Fuck me first.  If he's any
bigger than you are, stretch me out with your big fucking cock first."

"That's right, big boy.  I like a bitch who begs me for it."

"Yeah, Matt.  Please fuck me.  Please."

"OK, Rex.  Be a good little bitch in our bed tonight, and we'll give you a
good tip tomorrow."

"Fuck the tip!  Just don't rip me up too much."

"Ha ha.  We'll do the best we can, just do everything we say."

"OK, Matt. OK."

Matt was really enjoying it.  I was so glad he did.  He needed to be a top
again really bad.  He fucked the shit out of Rex.  But in the end, so to
speak, Rex liked it.  Matt had learned from me how to massage a prostate
correctly, so Rex came without anyone touching his cock.  He'd never done
that before, so he was impressed and enjoyed it.  His orgasm was very
powerful, too.  Rex clung to Matt, too, which showed how much he really
enjoyed it.  Escorts rarely show genuine attachment to clients, but Rex
really did.

Matt came all over Rex's face.  Then, to surprise Rex, Matt licked off his
own cum.

After the first fuck, Matt called me into the room.

"You want to see what Lance has got now?" Matt asked Rex.

"Not if he's going to use it right away," Rex said, laughing.

"I've got something else in mind.  Take off your clothes, Babe," Matt told
me.

I stripped.  When Rex saw my dark erect uncut cock and tennis size balls, he
swooned.

"How fucking big is that fucker?" Rex asked me.

"Twelve inches.  Big enough for you Rex?"

"Fuck.  You'll never get that in me."

"Yes I will.  We've got all night.  Besides, Dude, I warned you."

"Stupid me.  Next time I'll listen to someone who says they've got a big
cock.  Or at least I'll look in their pants."

All three of us laughed.

With no warning, Matt went down on me.  He took more in his mouth than
anyone had ever taken before.  He actually got some of it down his throat.
Rex and I were speechless.

"Oh, fuck, shit," I said swooning.

"You two fuckers are really something," Rex said.  "Ever consider jobs as
porn stars?"

"Yeah, we've both talked about it, but it doesn't pay enough," I said,
laughing.

"I hear that," Rex replied.

Matt kept blowing me as deeply as he could.  I was in heaven.  Rex was in
awe.

"Could you do that to me after you're done with him?" Rex said.

I immediately went down of Rex and took his whole cock done my throat in one
motion.  I took it out again.

"You mean, like that?" I said.

"Yeah, kinda," he said, giggling.

I put my mouth back on his cock and deeped it again.  I kept it up till he
was about to cum.

"I'm ready again" Rex said.

"Uh huh."

"I said, I'm ready."

I ignored him this time.

"Take it out.  I'm going to shoot!"

"Uh huh."

Rex tried to jerk out, but I was one step ahead of him.  I was holding on to
his cock by the base and wouldn't let it go.

"Oh, fuck, shit!  I'm cumming." Rex yelled.

He started shooting again, and I started shooting in Matt's mouth at the
same time.  Matt didn't have much warning since I had a cock down my throat
and couldn't make much of a sound.  But he took it all like a trooper.

Meanwhile, Rex kept shooting rope after rope directly into my stomach.

"You fuckers are insane!" Rex said.

"Yeah, and the night is just beginning, Dude," Matt said, taking my cock out
of his mouth.

"Wow!  This is unbelievable.  I should be paying you two."

"We take Mastercard, Visa, or checks," I said.

We all three started to laugh hysterically.

The rest of the night was a lot of fun.  We had sex in just about every way
you can imagine, except for the one obvious way, of course.  Everyone's cock
was sucked by everyone else.  We even used some sex toys I got from my room.
  And when Rex asked if he could fuck someone, Matt smiled and spread his
ass cheeks wide open as I cheered them on.  I shoved my fat cock down Rex's
throat and came just as he started to cum up Matt's ass, telling him I
didn't want him to wake up the neighbor.  Matt cracked up and started
shooting again.

When morning came, Rex and I got up and left Matt's room leaving the
birthday boy to sleep a little longer.  I gave Rex a nice tip.  Rex told me
he appreciated it and asked if I'd like one last blow job for the road.

"Don't mind if I do," I said, as I sat down on the coach and Rex bent down
over me, trying his best one more time to down my thick 12".

Matt walked into the room in the middle of the blow job and smiled at me.

"Dude!  Don't mind if I use the other end, do you?" he asked me, not
bothering to ask Rex's permission, since he had his mouth full at the time.

"Be my guest, Babe," I said.

So he pulled down Rex's pants and impaled him.  Rex just moaned but kept
sucking me off.  Soon we both came again, I in Rex's mouth, and Matt up his
ass.

"Christ," Rex said when we had finished.  "You two are fucking
unbelievable!"

"Anytime you want some more, just drop by.  Bring your friends, too, if you
like," I said.

"Yeah," Matt added.  "I think there's enough cock here to go around, don't
you?"

"I might just take you up on that, Dudes, so don't be surprised.  Hope to
see you down at the club soon," Rex said, giggling, as he walked out the
door.

"Thanks, man.  That was the best birthday of my life," Matt told me.

"No problem, Babe.  Glad to do it.  You deserve much more, including
something I wish I could give you."

"Forget that shit, Lance."

"I can't, Babe."

He leaned over and gave me a big kiss.

"You'd better, or else I'll give you another fucking punch in the eye.  And
I'm not smiling right now, am I?"

"No, I guess you're not."  I gave him a long, passionate kiss back.  That
put a smile back on his face again.

We left later that afternoon to celebrate Christmas break with our
respective families.  I had hidden a Christmas present in Matt's luggage, a
24K gold neck chain.  In the card I had written: "To take the place of what
I can't give you yet.  It's not worth quite as much, but it's all I can
afford.  All my love, Lance."  He called me on Christmas Day to thank me.
He told me he was going to punch me when he saw me again, that is, after I
"got very lucky."  I told him I had already bought the present and hidden it
in his luggage before he warned me.  We laughed and told each other how much
we loved and missed each other.

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Lance: lance.dawson@hotmail.com