Date: Mon, 21 May 2007 12:47:40 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Section 7 of Lance's Story

We returned to school in early January to begin the second semester.  I was
already regretting the coming end of the semester, as it marked the almost
certain conclusion of our relationship.  But I promised myself I would try
my best not to show that to Matt, though I knew I'd fail often throughout
the semester to keep that promise.

The semester started great.  We were thrilled to see each other again after
the Christmas break.  I got him off to a good start for the second semester
of his first year of law school.  And, as we had agreed, he resumed his role
as the dominant one in our relationship, my protector, since the first
semester had ended.  Deep down, there was no question that we both liked it
the best that way.

The sex was great, too.  He was so gorgeous.  Of course, he knew it, too,
and he teased me mercilessly.  He wore the scanty football uniform every
once in awhile, and it drove me fucking crazy every time.  Once I surprised
him and wore it, even though it was a little small on me.  He laughed but
had to admit it turned him on.  I got out my leathers and wore them for him
every so often.  He'd never seen me in my leathers.  He got hot as hell.

But, as the days went by, I could see in his eyes that even though what we
did to enjoy each other was still fantastic, it wasn't enough for him
anymore.  He was a big horny jock who was used to being the dominant one in
a sexual relationship.  And he deserved and needed to be the dominant one as
a sex partner, as well as every other way.  Worse still, it was obvious he
wanted to share that with me, the man he deeply loved.  Nevertheless, he
never ever said anything about it--not a word.  He was patient beyond belief.
  He was too sweet to force me or even to ask me about it, fearing it might
pressure me even the least little bit.

Fortunately, by the time a couple of weeks in the second semester had
passed, I was ready to take that step.  I wanted it to be a really special
night for us, something he would always remember.  I had to think of a way
to surprise him and to tantalize him so that it would be really sexy but a
little naughty, too, and at the same time sweet and romantic.  It was a tall
order.

It may not have been the perfect plan for everyone, but I decided it would
be just right for us.  I told him one day as we left together for school
that I wanted him to be home on time at 5 p.m.  I said I was preparing a
special dinner for just the two of us, to celebrate our return to school for
the second semester.  I asked him to buy a bottle of red wine on his way
home.

"Sure, Dude," he said.  "Sounds great!"

When he arrived home, he found a note from me on the table.  It read:

"Sorry, Babe. Dinner's off for tonight.  My study group in my International
Law course called an emergency meeting for this evening.  I left a bite to
eat in the fridge.  But first, a big package arrived in the mail for you
before I left.  I put it in your room.  I took the outside packing off of
it, but it's a big gift from someone.  There was no return address.  Maybe
there's a name on the inside.  I'm dying to know what it is, but since it's
for you, I didn't open it.  Call me on my cell and let me know what it is.

See you later,

Love ya,  Lance"

After a few seconds, I heard him making his way back toward his bedroom.
There on his bed was a huge box wrapped in white wrapping paper with a huge
white bow on it.  There were no markings or writing on it.  Matt slowly
opened the top of the box and looked inside.  There I was, on all fours, my
ass sticking high in the air, with my back arched.

"Hi, Babe.  What's up?" I said.

"What the fuck's going on?" he said, with his eyes wide open.

"Why don't you lift up this box and see?" I said.

The box had no bottom, so Matt lifted it off me.  He noticed two white
post-it notes, one on each cheek of my ass.  The one on my left cheek said:
"This is your lucky night, Babe.  My ass is all yours.  Starting tonight,
anytime you want, from now on."  The one on my right cheek said: "But please
be gentle, Babe.  It's been a long, long time."

Matt wasn't expecting it.  I guess he had resigned himself to the situation
the way it was and didn't expect me ever to let him fuck me.  He moved
around to my face, put his hand under my chin, gently lifted my face to his,
and kissed me gently on my lips.  I noticed he had a single tear running
down his face from each of his eyes.

"I love you, Lance Dawson.  I love you so fucking much it hurts.  But I've
waited so long for this that it's not right like this anymore."  Then he got
up and ran out of the room.

"Wait, Matt, wait!" I yelled as I ran after him.  But by the time I had
gotten up and made it to my bedroom door, I heard the apartment door slam
shut behind him.

I stood completely nude in the hall in shock for a few minutes.  "What just
happened?" I thought.  "Did he reject me?  Has he changed his mind about
wanting to fuck me?  Does he need time alone to decide what to do?  If I go
to try to find him now, would it be the right or the wrong thing to do?  Is
he coming back?  Has he left me?  WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO, GOD DAMN IT?"

"Jesus Christ!  How did I fuck up this time?" I said out loud.  "I guess I
should have let him fuck me when I first wanted him to, or maybe never.  I
just can't win.  Fuck love!  Fuck men!  Fuck everything and everyone!  FUCK,
FUCK, FUCK!!"

I noticed the bottle of red wine on the table Matt had bought and started
drinking it.  I drank the whole bottle.  Then I started on the whiskey.  I
don't know how much of it I drank.  I drank it till I passed out.

"Lance, Lance, Lance!" I finally heard someone say.  It was Matt, but I
didn't know it at first.

"Leave me alone," I said, "and give me another drink."

"I think you've had enough," I heard the voice say.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's Matt, Lance.  Don't you recognize my voice?"

"Fuck you, bitch!" I finally managed to get out.

"What's going on, Babe?  Why are you drunk?" he asked.

"A lot you care, you fucker."

"What are you talking about?"

"You left me, didn't you?  Fuck!  Where's all that light coming from?  Turn
off that fucking light!"

"OK, OK.  Just a second."

Matt went to the lamp and switched it off.

"Lance, Baby . . ." he started.

"Don't you fucking `Lance, Baby' me!" I yelled at him.

"Listen to me a second.  PLEASE!"

"What?" I said, a little less aggressively.

"I didn't leave you, Baby, honest" he said.

"You sure as hell did.  I gave myself to you, you bitch, and you just got up
and ran off without even saying a word.  Fuck off!  Fuck you and every other
man I've ever known!  None of you are worth a shit!"

"Don't say that, Baby.  I love you so much," he said, as he started to choke
back his tears.

"You don't know what `love' is, bitch.  `I' know what love it, NOT you.
Maybe someday someone will treat you like you just treated me.  Then maybe
you'll hurt like I do now.  Then maybe you'll have some idea what love feels
like, you worthless piece of shit."

I think I heard him trying to keep himself from crying a little bit right
after I said that, but I'm not sure because I must have passed out soon
after that.  The next thing I remember was the sun streaming through the
window.  Matt was lying in bed behind me, with his strong arms wrapped
around me.

"Jesus Christ!  What a fucking headache!"  I said.

"I'm not surprised," Matt said.  "You really tied one on last night, Dude."

"Shit!" I said.  "I don't think I've ever had that much to drink before in
my life."

Matt then told me all about what happened.

"Oh, God, Matt.  I'm sorry I was so nasty to you," I said, as I held my
aching head in my hands. "I shouldn't have lost control like that.  That's
not like me.  Even when I drink I stay in control.  Fuck!  I feel like
shit!"

"Just a minute, Babe.  I'll get something to make you feel better."

He brought me back some tomato juice with some other stuff in it that he
swore would help.  I took a few sips and did start to feel a little better
in a few minutes.  But I wasn't sure whether it was that that helped or
whether it was lying back down in his arms and on his strong chest that
helped more.  Finally I was composed enough to lift myself up slightly so I
could look up into his face with a slight smile.

"So then, DUDE," I said, trying to imitate how he always said it.  "Just why
did you walk out on me last night?  I can see now that I didn't have to
worry about whether you would come back.  But I'm still not too pleased that
I offered myself to you, finally, and then you decided you didn't want to
fuck me."

"Oh, God, Lance.  I fucked it all up so bad," he said, as he started to well
up.

"Easy, Babe, easy!" I said, totally not expecting his reaction.

"No, it's my fault," he rushed to say.  "I never meant for anything like
this to happen.  I'm so sorry what I did to you.  I left because, well, see,
I rushed out to buy you this," Matt said, as he held up a box containing a
wedding band inlaid with three big diamonds.  "I wanted to get to the
jeweler's before it closed.  I guess I wasn't thinking straight.  I'm so
sorry, Babe.  I never thought you'd think I'd run out on you.  My God, I
told you I loved you just before I left.  I kissed you for God's sake!"

"Oh my God, Matt," I said, as I started to cry, falling back down onto his
chest and back into his arms.  "I thought you had left me.  I thought it was
over.  I thought you were upset that I had waited so long and that you had
decided not to stay any longer and you'd left me."

"So you drank yourself into a stupor all because of me," he said.  "Oh,
Lance, I'm sorry for what I put you through.  It's all my fault."

"No, you lunkhead.  It's mine, as always," I insisted, as we smiled together
through our tears.

"Lance, here," he said, as he took the gold wedding band out of the box and
gave it to me.

"I won't ask you to marry me," he continued, "because we both know the
relationship probably won't last more than a few more months.  But I want
you to wear this ring so we can feel like we're married until it has to end.
  So I'm proposing this: Will you, Lance Dawson, `temporarily' marry me?"

I stopped crying long enough to look into his eyes through my tears and
said, "Yes, Matthew Sloan.  It would be an honor to be your partner, that
is, `until inevitable circumstances do us part.'"

Matt slipped the ring on my finger.  It was beautiful.  The ring's three
diamonds were each a near perfect one full carat.  I couldn't wait to see
the expressions of everyone at school.  I was going to flash it in their
faces as much as possible.  Of course, I still required tending to in order
to recover from my awful hangover.  Matt, as always, was there for me.  He
got me soup and soda and everything I needed to feel better.  He stroked me
and held me to make me feel better, too.

The next day, when I was 100% recovered, I was determined to get my football
player's 10 ½" cock up my ass.  I was now hungry for it, having expected it
a few days before and not gotten it.  So that evening, after dinner, while
Matt was studying out in the living room, I snuck back to my bedroom.  I put
on my leather chaps and nothing else, and got on my hands and knees on my
bed.

"Matt, help.  Come quick!" I yelled.

"What's the matter?" Matt yelled out as he ran into my room.

He looked through the door and saw me on all fours.  I looked at him,
winked, and said, "Fuck me, bitch.  Fuck me now, fuck me hard, and fuck me
deep.  I've been waiting for a big cock up my ass for too long.  I tried to
get one a couple of nights ago, but the bastard ran out on me.  I don't know
what I'll do if I don't get one here tonight.  I might have to look
somewhere else for one, and that would be too bad since I've heard there's a
perfectly good 10 ½" uncut cock attached to a gorgeous jock somewhere close
by."

"Oh no you won't.  You're not going fucking anywhere!" he said, as he
struggled to get out of his clothes, which was difficult because his cock
was already its full erect 10 ½" in length.

"Grease me up, bitch.  NOW!" he commanded me, as he grabbed the lube from
the bed table and threw it to me.

"Now listen, bitch," I told him.  "You're going to fuck my gymnast out of
this asshole tonight.  You've got one chance.  If you fail, I'll go find
someone who will.  I decided a couple of days ago I don't want any trace of
him up there anymore.  You got that?"

"Oh, fuck, Lance, you're getting me sooooo fucking hot," he said.

With that, he rammed his cock part way up my ass.  I winced.  He wasn't
being at all gentle, and I hadn't had a cock up my ass in a long time.  And
his cock was thicker than Jay's.

"That won't do, cock sucker," I said.  "My gymnast had 8".  You've got only
about 4" up there, so he was better.  You'd better get a move on or else I'm
out of here."

Matt groaned.  "Oh, you fucking bitch!" he said.  He shoved the rest of his
10 ½" up my ass.

"How's that?" he asked, like a little boy wanting to please his parent.

"Not bad, big boy.  You've stretched me out more than my gymnast did.  And
you've reached more territory than he ever did."

"Awwwww, Gaaaaawwwwwd, Dude.  I'm sooooo hooooorny, and you're sooooo
fucking tight!" was all he could say.

"Of course I'm tight, bitch.  And I always made my gymnast horny, too.  What
did you expect?  The question now is, you fucking jock football player,
whether you can fuck as well as he can."

"Do you think there's any question about that?" Matt asked facetiously.

"Yeah, I do, bitch," I said.  "You don't think I would have let just anyone
fuck me, do you, Matt?  Well, do you?"  I thought I'd use his real name just
to get personal and drive the point home.  He took the bait.

"No, Lance, no.  I guess not," he said, defensively, like a whipped puppy.
I loved it.

"I didn't think so.  Then start fucking me, and fuck me like you really want
my hole, bitch.  Show me you can fuck better than my gymnast.  And do it
NOW!  I can already feel your equipment in me.  I have the feeling a big
strong jock football player might just be able to outdo a gymnast, I mean,
that is, if he really puts his mind to it.  But you'll have to prove it to
me."

"Fuck, Lance, you're a fucking tease!" he said, as he started fucking me
slowly.

"That won't do, bitch!" I said after a few seconds.  "My gymnast fucked me.
He wasn't a pussy.  He FUCKED me!  Now take my hole and make it yours.  Just
look how I'm dressed, you asshole.  Does it look like I'm here for someone
to massage my asshole?  I'm here to be fucked.  NOW FUCK IT!!"

"Oh, God, Babe.  I'm sooooo fucking turned on right now," he said.

Matt's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started pounding me--hard.
It felt great!  It hurt a little, but it felt great.  I knew he needed it.
I knew he'd been thinking about doing me just like that for months.

"Harder, harder.  Faster, faster, bitch!" I screamed out.

"God, Lance!  I'm trying my best!" he said, almost whining.

"Not good enough.  You want this hole or don't you?  It's still my gymnast's
hole.  You want it to be yours or to stay his?"

"God damn it!  You're making me hornier than I've ever been before.  You
know that, don't you?"  I wanted to smile, but I didn't dare.  I had to stay
in character in order to make him go as far as I needed him to go.

I moved forward, forcing his cock out of my ass, flipped over onto my back,
grabbed him by the back of his head, and pulled him down to me so that his
right ear was at my mouth.   I started whispering in his ear.

"Now listen to me, bitch, and listen to me REAL good!  You're in me far
enough to claim my ass, but you've got to start fucking me faster or else
you can't have it.  My little gymnast may not have had the equipment you've
got, but he more than made up for it in speed.  He fucked me more than 3
times the speed you've been fucking me, and I liked it that way.  I need it
that way, and if I can't get it from you, then I'll find someone else who'll
give it to me like he did.  So if you're half as competitive as you say you
are, then you'd better start fucking me right if you want to win my asshole
and the right to fuck it in the future."  Then I took his ear in my mouth
and I bit it.  I bit it till it bled.

"Ouch," Matt yelled, as he recoiled.  Small drops of blood started dripping
on my chest.  "What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked me.

"Two reasons, bitch.  First, I gave you my ass two days ago, but you thought
there was something more important you had to do first, so you fucking mixed
up your priorities, Babe.  Second, a couple of months ago, you decided to
scare the shit out of me and beat my ass when I told you I wouldn't let you
fuck me.  I told you then I'd get even with you, and that's what I just did
now.  Now, bitch, it's up to you whether you'll step up to the plate and
make my asshole yours.  Are you finally going to fuck all traces of my
gymnast out of my asshole, or do I have to get someone else to do it for me?
  Hurry up and decide.  I don't have all night."

"Oh, you mother fucking, bitch.  That did it!  I'm so fucking horny now I
don't think a freight train could stop this fuck!  I'm coming in, and I'm
coming in hard.  In a few minutes, your fucking asshole will never know your
fucking bitch whore slut gymnast ever existed!"

And HE thought HE was turned on!  My God, I thought I'd cream after that
outburst!

"Promises, promises.  All I ever get is promises!" I responded.

"God, Lance.  You just won't quit till I'm driven over the edge, will you!"

Matt started fucking my ass like I'm sure he'd never fucked an ass before.
And it was sooooo good--sooooo fucking good.

"Surely you can do better than that," I said after a few minutes, just to
egg him on.

"Oh, God," he said, as he started to pound me harder and faster.

"I thought so," I responded, making sure not to smile.

After a few minutes I said, "And I suppose that's all you've got, you
pathetic jock?  Usually by this time, my gymnast was just getting started
and would try to impress me by giving me more."

"Oh, fuck, Lance.  You're killing me here!"

"Bitch, you're supposed to be killing ME here!"

"Oh, God!" he said, and he fucked me even harder, deeper, and faster.

After a few more minutes: "Christ, Babe, don't you find me attractive
anymore?"

"Uuuuugh," was all he could manage this time, but he managed to fuck even
better.

After a couple more minutes: "I'm not feeling that cock anymore, Babe.  Is
it starting to shrink?  Gymnasts' cocks don't shrink when they fuck, you
know.  They get bigger."

He didn't say anything.  He just kept trying to fuck me harder, deeper, and
faster.  After another minute, I decided to get even naughtier.  Without his
seeing me, I licked the thumbs and forefingers on both my hands and grabbed
both his now-erect and extremely long and hard nipples.  I played with them
a few seconds.  He moaned lightly.  Then I pinched them hard.

"Ooooow!" he yelled.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he whined.

"Trying to get you to get serious about this fuck, Matt.  For a big jock
football player, you're making a pretty pathetic showing compared to a
gymnast.  I guess gymnasts really ARE more serious competitors than football
players.  I'd always heard it, but I'd never believed it--that is, till
tonight."

Matt got red and really pissed.  He REALLY started to fuck me as furiously
as he could.

A minute later I did what I knew would finally put him over the edge.
Without his seeing me, I snuck a leather paddle out from under one of the
pillows.  I smacked his ass, and I smacked it hard.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked.

I gave him another smack, then another, then another.

"Christ, Lance.  That hurts."

"This is your last chance, Babe.  Either step up your game, or this fuck's
over.  I mean it."

"Lance," he started, as he looked down at his cock going in and out of my
ass, "I don't know what more you can possibly expect out of me.  I'm fucking
you harder, deeper, and faster than anyone I've ever fucked before.  There
can't possibly be anyone who could do . . . it . . . better . . . than . . .
I'm . . . do . . . --ing . . . it . . "

Suddenly he looked up at me.  I had stopped smacking his ass.  I was smiling
at him with an evil grin.

"You fucking bitch!  YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!!" he said.  And he was not
smiling like I was."

He started fucking me now, I mean REALLY fucking me.  It hurt--bad.  I was
grimacing.  It turned him on to see me uncomfortable, and that just made him
fuck me more seriously.  I just closed my eyes and tried to work through the
pain.  But I loved it.  I had finally gotten him to his maximum potential,
exactly where I wanted him.

After about five more minutes, I finally started to get used to it.  I
opened my eyes and looked up.  My jock football player looked more gorgeous
than I had ever seen him before.  His body glistened with sweat.  His pecs
were fantastic.  The striations, especially between his pecs, were
pronounced.  The veins in his neck, forehead, and arms stuck out so far I
was afraid they would pop.  The muscles on his arms, shoulders, and neck
looked like he'd just pumped up for two or three hours.  His six-pack looked
more like an eight-pack.  There was such a feast for my eyes I couldn't
decide where to look.

I started to touch everything I saw before my eyes gently.  Matt groaned
from delight.

"No matter what you do, Babe, just keep fucking me.  Don't stop," I ordered
him.

"Oh, God," he said, almost whimpering.  "I'm so fucking turned on.  I'm so
horny.  You're so tight.  It's all so fucking messed up!"

I wiped some of the sweat off his chest and played with his over-extended
nipples.  He groaned.

I slowly traced lines with my finger nails up his chest beginning from his
waist to his shoulders.  He shuddered as I went over his nipples.

"Christ, Baby.  You're driving me crazy!"

"Then I guess I'm doing my job, aren't I?" I responded.

I ran my fingers gently through his beautiful blond hair.  Then I gently
tickled his back with my finger nails.  He jumped slightly.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted deeply.

"Keep doing that, Babe: fucking me," I told him.  "But look at my eyes,
Matt.  Look into my eyes."

Matt did as I told him and looked into my eyes.  At than point something
came over him.  He was no longer in control.  He started fucking me like a
machine.  His eyes were glazed over.  He was in ecstasy.  But he was so far
gone he didn't realize it at first.  That would come a little later.

"I can't stop, Lance.  I don't know what's happening.  I've never felt this
way before.  It's incredible.  I feel like one big cock from head to toe.
What are you doing to me, Babe?"

"Just enjoy is, Baby.  Don't fight it.  You're exactly where you should be
right now--in the zone.  I'm taking care of you.  I'm in control now.  Only
good things are going to happen to you.  Just listen to me and do everything
I say.  Just keep fucking me, hard, deep, and fast, like you're doing right
now.  Don't stop."

"OK, OK, OK," he said, straining for breath.  "Just like you say, Babe.
Just like you say."

Matt was gone.  He was mine.  I had turned him into an animal, my little sex
puppy.  He would have done anything I told him to do right then.  ANYTHING!
The feeling of power I had over him was indescribable.  To know I could use
sex to get anything I wanted was incredible.  To know I had so much power
was fantastic.  My ego was elevated to new heights.  Whether I was a top or
a bottom, men would always be my play things.

"Matt," I said, "keep fucking me, but listen to me carefully."

"OK.  What?  Anything," he said.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Fuck, Lance.  I've been close for 15 fucking minutes!" he whimpered.

"OK, OK, Baby.  Just listen to me and do exactly what I say.  I promise you
you'll have the greatest orgasm of your life.  But don't stop fucking me
till I tell you.  Promise?"

"OK, Lance.  OK," he said, breathing heavily.

I talked quickly.  "OK.  When you start to come, don't stop plunging.  Maybe
let up on the hardness, but not on the rhythm.  Also, relax completely,
especially at first.  The first shot will come out and surround the head of
your cock and feel incredible as it warms it up immediately.  It will
encourage more cum to come more quickly.  Be sure to do your best to relax
the muscles around your cock as much as possible.  Let the orgasm take care
of itself.  The mistake people make is to tense up as soon as it starts and
to be overanxious.  Then the orgasm is over too quickly and is not as
powerful as it can be.  It's all about muscle control.  And being an
athlete, you should have no trouble with that.  Got it, Babe?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Do your best.  If it doesn't work, they'll be plenty of time to do it again
and again till you get it right.  Good luck, Baby.  Take all the time you
need.  I'm enjoying the ride.  I'm here for you."

"Thanks."

I was ready.  I was so fucking ready.  My cock was its full 12".

"Come down to me, Babe.  Keep fucking me, but come down to my eyes and start
telling me what I mean to you," I told him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked me.

"The sooner you do as I say, the sooner you can cum.  Now do it!"

"OK, Babe, OK."  He came down to my ear.

"I love you, Lance," he whispered.  I moaned and shot my first rope of cum
as I groaned with intense pleasure.  It hit his stomach.  He sat up,
shocked, like he'd been hit by a bullet.

"What was that?" he asked.

"For a law student, you're pretty dense," I said.  "Now come back down and
keep talking, Babe.  Please."

"Oh, yeah.  I guess that was kind of stupid."  He smiled weakly and bent
back down to my ear.

"You mean everything to me, Babe."

"Aaaaah," I groaned.  Another rope.

"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, never."

"Uuuuugh."  More cum.

"I want us to be together forever."  Two shots this time.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had."

"Oh, my God, Matt."  I don't know where it came from, but more cum shot out.
  It was so hot and sticky now between us, I didn't think we'd ever be able
to separate.

"Oh, and one more thing, Lance," he said.

"Yes, Matt?" I asked.

"I love you more than life itself."

That was it.  I started cumming till I had no more cum in my balls, and then
I started dry cumming.

Matt rose and surveyed his handiwork.  I was spent.  I looked up in his eyes
and then over the rest of his amazing body.  He was absolutely fucking
beautiful.  He was more beautiful than Michaelangelo's David.

Meanwhile, he was still fucking the shit out of me, just like he had been
commanded to do.  The sweat still glistened off of every part of his body.
He was actually starting to drool.  His eyes were begging me to tell him it
was alright to cum.  I enjoyed having so much control of him, but I finally
realized it was cruel to make him wait any longer.

"Are you ready, Baby?" I asked him.

"Yes, Lance.  But first I have to ask you.  Was I good enough?  I mean, was
I as good as your gymnast?  Did I fuck you as well as Jay did?  I've got to
know, Lance?  Otherwise, I've got to go on till I do."

"What gymnast?" I said.  "And who's Jay?  Never heard of him."

"Oh, God, Lance.  It's time, Babe, it's time!  Please!"

"Ok, Baby.  Do it just like I told you.  Remember, it's all about muscle
control.  Stay relaxed and keep fucking at the same pace."

I felt the first shot of cum up my ass.

"Feel the warmth, Babe?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck!  It feels so fucking good.  You're so fucking tight!"

"I've been exercising my anal muscles just for you ever since I knew I was
going to let you fuck me."

"Oh, shit, Lance.  That's so fucking messed up!"

"I know, Baby, I know.  I'm a very, very naughty boy," I said, as I giggled.

He started to shoot more cum up my ass.

"You're doing really well keeping relaxed and letting it cum on its own,
Baby.  How's it feel?"

"Oh, my fucking God, Lance.  It's un-fucking-believable!"

"Now, Baby.  Look into my eyes and don't stop looking at me until it's
over."  He looked up into my eyes.  I smiled and winked at him.

"Awwwww shit," he said, as I felt more cum shoot out into my ass.

I placed my hands in his hair and stroked it and then licked my lips and
pretended to kiss him.

"Gaaaaawd, you're driving me fucking crazy here, Babe!" he whimpered, as he
from somewhere found another couple of ropes.

Finally, I threw my leather chap-clad legs around his lower back.  He
moaned.  I then pulled his head toward mine all the while staring into his
eyes.  Just before his lips met mine, I told him softly that I loved him
forever.  Then I gave him a long deep passionate kiss.  He swooned, moaned,
and then shot so much cum up my ass that the cum started seeping out of my
ass onto the sheets in a huge puddle.

He collapsed onto my chest totally spent.  I threw my arms around him and
ever so slowly lowered my legs off his back and placed them up against his
huge powerful muscular legs.  My huge powerful jock football player was
splayed on top of me like one of my children might have been, and it felt
completely natural.  I was in heaven.  I never wanted him to leave.  We
stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but it was only for a few
minutes.

"So, Babe," I finally said, "Sorry I wasn't able to make it a good
experience for you."

"You bitch," he said, giggling.  "If I'd known it could be this good, I
would have fucked you as soon as I walked through the front door the first
day I met you."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, Lance.  I didn't mean anything by that," he finally said.

"I know you didn't, Baby.  And I know exactly what you meant and that you
meant it to be a high compliment.  It does make me kind of sad, though, that
I couldn't get myself to give this to you before now.  It makes me feel
really selfish."

"No, Babe.  Now I feel really selfish and like an asshole for saying it.
You just gave me the greatest, most incredible fuck of my life.  And I know
it was the best fuck I'll ever have.  It just can't get any better than
that.  You pushed me to a place I'd have never gotten to myself.  You were
like a football coach that pushes a player to perform better than he ever
thought possible without his ever realizing it while he was doing it.  It
was fucking fantastic!  I'll never forget it or you for having given it to
me.

"Besides, if I'd have fucked you any time before now, it wouldn't have been
like this.  It was worth the wait.  Absolutely.  Without question.  You just
taught me how to experience an orgasm properly, something that will stay
with me long after we aren't together any longer.  That probably wouldn't
have happened if we hadn't waited.  `Everything happens for a reason, Babe.'
  I've always believed that, and I still do."

"It was great for me, too, Matt, I said.  "I love you so much.  My ass is
now yours, anytime you want it--well, with certain exceptions, of course.
For example, I think you'd better refrain from taking it in the middle of
the commons area when we're at school."

We both started laughing hysterically.

"I guess every part of our bodies is each others' now, huh, Babe?  That's
the way it should be.  Complete versatility is the greatest.  That way
everyone gets to experience everything and appreciate what his partner is
experiencing."

"That's how I feel, too.  But I think it's hard to find gay men like that
out there."

"Too bad.  Their loss."

"And one more thing, Matt," I said.  "You know I was just saying those
things about Jay, I mean comparing you to him while you were fucking me to
turn you on.  I don't want you to think I'm doing that really in my mind.
That's not important to me.  I won't do that unless you want me to."

"No, Dude," he said.  "That's a big fucking turn on.  Just look where it got
me.  Fuckin' A, Dude!  If it doesn't bring back uncomfortable memories for
you, say those things while I'm fucking your tight ass from time to time.
You know how competitive I am.  Saying things like that can really get me
going while I'm fucking you!"

"OK," I said.  "I won't do it every time, but sometimes I might say
something just to spice things up.  It may or may not be true even.  And
don't ask me if it is because I'm not going to tell you."

"You're a bitch, Lance, you' know that?"

"Tell me something I don't know," I said, with a big grin on my face.

We went out and had a bite to eat and then finished studying for the
evening.  We went to bed that night again in each others' arms.  Once again
Matt had his strong massive arms around me from behind.  This time it really
felt right as his cock rested up between my ass cheeks touching the hole
he'd penetrated just a few hours before.  But this time his cum was still
seeping out of my asshole.  It made my asshole twitch a little whenever the
tip of his cock brushed against it and more of his cum seeped out of it.  I
wondered if he felt the twitch OR the cum.  He never told me if he did.

>From then on we played around a lot with our sex life and had a lot of fun.
For example, there was one time when I wanted Matt to fuck me.  I went into
the bathroom while he was taking a shower.  I stripped and hung a sign that
he would see as soon as he got out of the shower that was directly above
where I was standing.  The sign read: "To be fucked immediately!"  Then I
turned standing so my ass would be facing him as soon as he left the shower
and spread my cheeks and waited.

When he exited the shower, he saw my ass.  He giggled but didn't say another
word.  He got some lube from under the sink, lubed up, entered my ass, and
fucked the shit out of me.  He came violently as I shot my load jerking off.
  I looked up at him.

"My ass thanks you," I said, as I gave him a wink and left.  He just
giggled.

One night when he wanted to be fucked, he put on his cup, high white socks
and cleats, walked into the front room, and went up to the dining table
where I was studying.  With one motion, he cleared everything off the table,
hopped up, sat on it, spread his legs wide open, and put his ass right in
front of my face.

"See anything you like, bitch?  If so, you'd better fuck it before it cools
down."

I chuckled, ran for the lube, and had my way with him so fast he didn't have
time to catch his breath.  He smiled after I was through.

"Is that any way to treat a lady?" he asked.

"There hasn't been a lady in here in at least three years," I said, "or a
gentleman either."  We both got hysterical.

As for blow jobs, one night Matt and I were both studying in the front room
at our usual places, he on the coach and I at the table.  He slowly and
inconspicuously pulled down his pants and got his cock hard and pointed it
straight up.

"What's it take to get a fucking blow job around here?" he suddenly shouted
at me to get my attention.

"All you have to do is ask, bitch," I said.

"I don't want to have to ask.  You ought to be able to sense these things."

"You think I'm fucking psychic?"

"No, I think you ought to be watching my crotch constantly."

"I see your point, but I do have to study sometime."

"Well not now!  Get your cute ass over here, or at least your mouth, for
just a few minutes.  I've got a problem that only you can take care of."

Naturally, I took care of his problem as only I could do.

A few days later I decided it was my turn.  I stripped one evening and
walked out just behind him as he was studying on the couch.

"Haven't you learned yet that as a first year student, when you're in the
presence of a nude third year student with a huge erect cock, you're
supposed to bow down and suck him till he comes in your mouth, bitch?"

"Wow, that's a fucking mouthful, counselor!"

"I new you'd say that, bitch.  Now it's time for you to get your mouthful.
Kneel before your master."

"OK, DADDY!"

And he went ahead to give me the best blow job he'd ever given me, for which
I was truly grateful.

There was one particularly interesting sexual experience.  One day Matt
called me into his bedroom while I was washing the dinner dishes.  All he
had on was his athletic cup and a pair of white socks.  God how I love a man
in white socks, to say nothing of a gorgeous hung jock in a cup.  As soon as
I walked up to him, he gave me a long passionate kiss.  Then he told me to
get down on my knees in front of his cup.  He'd never done this before, but
I knew exactly what he wanted: the "flop and tug."

*At this point I have to take a slight digression to discuss the "flop and
tug" and my sexual experiences with the flop and tug before I continue with
this narrative.  Those of you already familiar with the flop and tug, and
that would include mostly well hung athletes, even though technically the
flop and tug does potentially apply to all males, may wish to skip down to
the next "*" where the narrative takes up where it leaves off here.

The "flop and tug" occurs when the male genitalia are being suspended by a
support device, such as an athletic supporter or, preferably, an athletic
cup, and that device is quickly removed.  Right after the support device is
removed, the genitalia drop precipitously to their natural God-appointed
place.  This is known as the "flop," the term "to flop" being defined in the
dictionary as "to drop heavily."  As the "flop" concludes, the genitalia
apply a pleasurable downward jerking pressure at the place where they
connect to the male's body.  This is known as the "tug," the term "tug"
being defined in the dictionary as "a strong pulling force."  Thus taken
together the phenomenon is known as the "flop and tug."

Most males are not familiar with the flop and tug because the genitalia must
be of sufficient weight for there to be a true "flop."  That is, unless a
male is sufficiently hung, the genitalia cannot drop "heavily" and the
genitalia cannot exert a "strong" pulling force as they drop.  The breaking
point is in the area of at least 5" flaccid and reasonably thick, and in
most cases at least 6" flaccid and reasonably thick is necessary.
Furthermore, since athletic supporters are used to produce the desired
effect, unless the male is an athlete, most males never discover the flop
and tug.

As has already been mentioned, the supporting device must be removed
quickly.  This means that the male servicing the male to be flopped and
tugged must place himself directly in front of the supporting device and
quickly move it to the side of the suspended genitalia to free them from
their confinement.  Ideally, the top of the cock has been extended toward
the top of the supporter, as this will result in the maximum length of its
drop, that is, approximately two times the length of the cock, which
produces the most impressive flop.  Nevertheless, it goes without saying
that the heavier the genitalia, the farther they will drop, thus producing
the most impressive flop from the point of view of the flopper.
Furthermore, the heavier the genitalia, the stronger the tug, which produces
a more pleasurable effect for the one being flopped, and thus a stronger
reaction from the one being flopped, which further produces a most
impressive effect on the flopper.

Larger cocks have the ability to produce even more impressive effects on the
flopper, as to the flop especially.  For example, cocks that are no more
than usually about 7 or 8 inches when erect tend to be rock hard.  This
means that in order to flop effectively, they must be flaccid when the
supporting device is removed.  If they are, instead, totally erect, an
effective flop is not possible.  Erect cocks do not flop because, naturally,
they do not drop, nor do the balls attached to erect cocks drop, as they are
full of cum and attached tightly to their corresponding erect cocks.

On the other hand, cocks that are larger, for instance, usually about 9
inches or greater when erect, tend not to be totally erect when aroused
because their large weight does not permit them to maintain a rock-hard
erection.  Consequently, they can reach their totally erect length in their
support devices and still flop effectively.  What's more, these flops are
additionally attractive because in most of these cases the cocks when
flopped extend approximated one inch straight out from the body before they
start to curve slowly down.  These flops are extremely sexy.

Additionally, the tugs for cocks at least 9 inches in length that extend one
inch or more straight out from the body are especially pleasurable due to
their dual tug effect.  Since the one inch extensions are partially stiff,
when their genitalia flop, they do not completely flop the first time but
rather they bounce slightly when they reach the bottom of their drop.  This
produces a second smaller flop, and depending on how stiff and how long the
one inch or slightly longer stiff part of the cock is, the second flop may
be substantial and produce a significantly pleasurable second tug.  Thus,
some lucky jocks can experience a wonderfully rewarding double tug.

Naturally, uncut cocks are the sexiest because they can produce various
additional possibilities that cut cocks cannot.  For example, when a huge
uncut cock flops, as in my particular case, the shear weight of a 12" cock's
falling a total of up to two feet can result in an interesting phenomenon:
right after the cock completes its drop, and the male whose cock has flopped
groans with extreme delight due to the incredible pleasure from having such
a huge weight tug its owner, the head of the cock is forced through the
foreskin producing a surprise effect that literally takes the spectator's or
spectators' of the flop breath away.  And in my particular case, the sight
is especially spectacular as the cock head is pale in complete contrast to
the dark, thick foreskin out of which it peers.

Finally, the most beautiful experience is to be involved in a flop and tug
with the following characteristics: the extremely thick 12" to 13" uncut
cock extends straight out 1"-1 ½ " from the flopped male's body, increasing
in thickness slightly from the body as it departs from it.  It then descends
in an arc shaped more or less like a banana till it reaches its maximum
length, its head peeking out of its thick foreskin just slightly, a little
precum dripping out of the head.

The cock increases in thickness slightly till its mid-length and then
decreases slightly till it reaches its end.  It also has a large vein which
extends on its top from where it leaves the body to the tip of the foreskin.
  The balls are between golf balls and tennis balls in size.  They hang down
behind the mammoth cock in a sac that extends about half way down the length
of the cock.  The balls are not quite the same height because due to their
huge size it is not possible for them to be next to each other and fit into
the sac.

When this package is flopped, it bounces almost half way back up, to the
delight and pleasure of both the flopper and the male being flopped.  The
cock flops sloppily in one direction, the balls in another.  The package
then resettles once again where it belongs, again to the delight and
pleasure of both participants in the flop.

I was fortunate enough to have this beautiful experience when an undergrad.
I took a young blond boy I picked up at a strip bar back to my room at the
frat house where he flopped me.  It became obvious to me very quickly that
he had never flopped anyone before.  After the flop and double tug, he was
so impressed that, instead of immediately placing the head of my cock in his
mouth and start my blow job, as almost always occurs, he looked up into my
eyes and told me it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.  He
actually had tears in his eyes.

I was so moved that I knelt down in front of him, smiled, wiped the tears
from his eyes, and started kissing him passionately.  We lay down next to
each other and made out for a long time before we started anything hardcore.
  Naturally, I eventually popped his cherry, but I have to admit that I was
probably more gentle with and considerate of him that I was with most young
boys.  He was just so cute I could not help myself.  When it was all over,
he clung to me more than most boys.  I felt very sympathetic towards him.  I
have a feeling that cocks are going to be a very, very important part of his
life--especially big cocks.

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