Date: Sun, 03 Jun 2007 17:25:38 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Section 8 of Lance's Story

The first time I experienced the flop and tug was in high school, though I
had no idea at the time that was what it was called.  One day I was taking a
shower in the gym at high school after swim team practice.  I was just 15.
Right after I started my shower, two of the varsity football players came in
after they finished practice and went to the lockers that were directly
facing me.  They placed their backs to the lockers and waited while they
watched me.  They didn't undress.  They just smiled and leered at me, their
eyes staring at my huge cock as I lathered it up.

A couple of minutes later, two varsity gymnasts came in after they finished
practice.  They were both younger and much smaller than the football
players.  When they walked by the two football players, the gymnasts stopped
and looked at them.  The football players pointed to their cleats.  The
gymnasts shook their heads.  The football players said something to them
that I couldn't hear.  The gymnasts walked slowly to the football players
and kneeled in front of them.  The football players grinned evilly at each
other and then looked at me with great satisfaction.

The gymnasts looked up at the football players plaintively, as if to say,
"Please.  I don't want to do this."  The football players glared at them.
The gymnasts unlaced the football players' pants and pulled them down.  Then
they swiftly removed their cups.  Their cocks and balls flopped, and the
footballs players groaned loudly with obvious pleasure as their heads went
back slightly and their eyes were closed.  I noticed that their cocks and
balls were huge--about 8" each in their flaccid state.  They were very
impressive, though they were certainly not nearly as impressive as mine.  No
one in the gym could match what I had.

The football players moved their heads back forward into place and then
mumbled something to the gymnasts which I didn't hear.  The gymnasts looked
at each other as they hesitated.  Then I heard one of the football players
say loudly, "Do it!  NOW!!  Otherwise, we'll fuck your two little brothers
after they leave school this afternoon!"

The gymnasts both got tears in their eyes.  A few seconds later they started
sucking the football players' cocks.  I was amazed.  I had never seen
anything like it before.  However, the flop part had really turned me on,
and it also turned me on that it gave the football players such pleasure.

So, I finished my shower and turned off the water.  I turned away from the
football players so they couldn't see me.  I lifted my cock way up with one
hand and my balls way up with the other hand, like they were suspended in a
cup.  I held them there for just a moment.  Then I let them fall.  God it
felt so good!  I did it again, and a third time, and then a fourth.  It was
amazing how good it felt.

I turned my head back and saw the gymnasts still blowing the football
players, and they obviously still didn't like it.  The football players were
still watching and smiling at me.  They were really getting into their blow
jobs.  I decided to help out the gymnasts and give the football players a
taste of their own medicine.

I left the shower and dried off.  I walked over to where the gymnasts were
sucking off the football players.  I climbed up on the bench in front of the
football players so my 12" cock was right in front of their faces.

"What the fuck are you doing?" one of them asked me.

I got brave.  "Shut the fuck up, or I'll tell the coach what you've been
doing, and you'll be off the team.  Got it, you two shit heads?" I said.

"OK, OK," they both said quickly, their faces as pale as sheets.

"Now don't move," I ordered them.  Then I looked down at the two gymnasts
and told them to take the football players' cocks out of their mouths and
get out of there.

"Yes, Lance," they said.  "And thanks."

"Now the three of us are going to have a little fun" I told the two football
players.  "Stick out your fucking tongues," I ordered them.  They did as I
ordered them to do.  I lifted up my cock and balls above the mouth of one of
them and let my whole package drop onto his tongue.  I groaned due to the
tug.

"Like that, bitch?" I said.

"Uh huh," he said, obviously lying to me.

I did it to the other one and asked him the same question.  He gave me the
same answer.  I laughed deeply.  I went back and forth for awhile.

After awhile I decided to stop.  "Now sit your fucking jock asses down on
the bench, bitches," I ordered them.  "NOW!"

"So, you like my big cock?" I asked them, after they got down on the bench.

"Uh, no, uh, what do you mean?" one of them asked me.

"Don't lie to me, you shit head.  I've seen you both watching me in the
shower for months.  Don't deny it.  Now lick it.  Both of you!"  They
started licking my now totally erect cock.

"Admit it.  You like it, don't you?" I asked them again.

"Uh, huh," they both said.  After awhile, I stood up.

"Lick my balls!" I shouted.

They took their mouths off my cock and went down to my balls and gave them a
tongue bath.  I groaned with pleasure.

"Now lie down on your backs on the bench, with your mouths up and open," I
said.  I started jerking off my 12"er right over their faces.

"Catch my cum, bitches, and swallow every drop," I ordered.  I kept jerking
off, occasionally slapping their faces with my cock, till I came into both
their mouths.  They swallowed it, but it was obvious they didn't like it.

"Now, if either of you does anything like that again to anyone else around
here, I'll tell the coach all about it, got it?"

"Yeah.  We got it, Lance," they both said, obviously not too pleased.

"Good.  Now get the fuck out of here!  You both make me sick.  Oh, and by
the way, you're both my sex toys from now on."

They both ran off as quickly as they could, grimacing, obviously upset at
the thought of having to do anything else sexual for me.  I never made them
do anything else, but it was great watching them cringe and shrink away from
me whenever they saw me for the next couple of years.

I didn't experience the flop and tug anymore till I started my first
relationship with Tim when I was 17.  I didn't fuck anyone till that day in
the coach's office, when after I had fucked the coach, I fucked Tim, and we
fell in love.

Even though I was naïve about sex till then, Tim was not.  He had been
fucking for a couple of years before that with various friends.  He gave all
that up though and became exclusive with me as soon as we started going
together.  But he had learned about and practiced the flop and tug with
those friends, so he knew all about it.

One day, after we were a couple, Tim finished football practice, and I
finished swim practice at about the same time.  He told me he had to get
home in a hurry so we should skip showering at the gym and shower at his
house.  He got dressed so fast that he didn't take off his cup, which I
thought was a little odd, but I figured he just forgot.  When we got to his
house, I stripped, and he stripped down to his cup.

"Come here," he said, with a big smile.

I walked up to him.  He pulled me to him and gave me a big passionate,
tongue-deep-in-the-mouth kiss.  Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and
gently but firmly pushed me down so my face was right in front of his cup.
I just sat there.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?" I said.

"Well go ahead!" he said.

"Go ahead and what?" I said.

"Flop me, for Christ's sake!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said.

"You really don't have a clue, do you?"

"No, I really don't," I said.  He burst out laughing.  I turned red.

"You're so fucking naïve, Babe," he said.  He then explained the flop and
tug to me.  I told him what I had done three years before with the two
football players.

"That's nothing, Babe.  That's like masturbating yourself compared to
someone else doing it for you, or getting a blowjob compared to fucking ass.
  One just is nowhere as good as the other.  Now get back in position and
flop me like I just explained to you how to do it."

I got in front of his cup and flopped him.  He swooned as the tug came.

"Oh, fuck, Lance.  That was sooooo fucking good."

"I'm glad, Babe.  You know I'd do anything for you."

"Let me try you."

"But I don't have a cup."

"Here.  You can use mine."

I tried to put Tim's cup on, but it was much too small to fit my 9 flaccid
inches of cock into.  I forced it all in, but then when he tried to remove
it, my package stuck to the cup, and the flop didn't work right.

"Shit, Lance.  This isn't going to work.  We'll go to the athletic store
tomorrow and get you a cup that fits, so I can start flopping you right."

"OK, Babe.  Sounds good.  Now let's get in the shower."

The next day we went to the athletic store.  We told the gorgeous young
ripped athletic clerk we needed the largest cup they had.  He smiled and
said he didn't really believe we'd need one that big.  We insisted.  He
reluctantly got it out.  We looked at it and said we weren't sure even that
one would fit.  He chuckled and said we must be pulling his leg.

"Listen, chump," Tim said.  "Does my friend need to prove it to you?"

The clerk smiled and said, a little obnoxiously, "Yeah.  I think you'd
better.  I think you two are shitting me."

"Fine," I said.  "Where do you want to go?"

"In the dressing room in the back, that is, if you want to embarrass
yourself" the clerk said, daringly.

Oh, this ought to be good, I thought.  The three of us marched toward the
back of the store.  While we did, I stroked my crotch to excite it and thus
make it as big as I could.

"OK you smartass fuckers," the clerk said.  "Get in that room and strip.
Both of you!  Let's see what you've got.  I'll be right back."

Tim and I both stripped and waited for the clerk to return.  He came back
nude in a couple of minutes with a thick erect 7" cock, obviously proud of
what he had and expecting he'd be the biggest of the three of us.  He no
doubt thought we were pulling his leg and wanted him to fuck us, and that's
what he intended to do.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he said, as he walked into the stall.

"That's right, shit head," I said.  "Hold him down and cover his mouth, Tim.
  I'm going to fuck this asshole and teach him to respect his customers."

"No, I believe you now.  OK, let's just ^Å " was all the bitch could get out
of his mouth before Tim shoved his hand over the clerk's mouth and I started
fucking him with my 12"er.

"Oh, fuck.  He's tight, Tim.  You're a fucking virgin, aren't you, bitch?" I
asked him.

"Uh huh," was all he could manage as he squirmed obviously in a shit load of
pain.

"You lucky cock sucker," Tim said.  "Didn't know this was going to be your
lucky day, I mean, the day you got deflowered by a 12" cock, did you?"

"Ugh," was all the clerk could manage.  After a few minutes, he looked like
he was going to pass out.

I continued fucking him till I came.

"Your turn," I told Tim.

We switched places.  I made sure to place my hand on the clerk's mouth
quickly, that is, as soon as Tim removed his hand, to make sure the clerk
couldn't make a sound.  He wasn't about to, though.  He was nearly
unconscious.

Tim fucked him till Tim came.  As he did, though, he jerked the clerk till
he came, too.  The clerk groaned as he shot his load all over the walls of
the stall.

"Ooooo," I said.  "I think the bitch is liking it, Babe."

"Yeah, I think so, too.  Look at all that spunk!  I'll bet he hasn't shot
that much in years."

"Now, you nasty cunt," I told the clerk.  "You think you can find the right
size cup to fit my friend's 12" cock?"

"Uh huh," the clerk said.

"Good.  Then I'll remove my cock from your not-so-virgin-anymore-asshole and
let you go find it for us."

"Thank you, Sirs.  Anything you want, Sirs.  God damn it, Sirs.  You've got
two big cocks for high school boys, Sirs."

"The biggest two there, and probably the biggest two that were ever there.
You've had a big honor bestowed on your asshole today, bitch.  Don't ever
forget it," I said.

"Yes, Sir," he said.  "I know I won't, and neither will my extremely
well-fucked asshole, Sir."

The clerk smiled and left.  We got dressed.  A few minutes later we exited
the stall and went out front to see the clerk.

"Sirs?" the clerk said.  "I've got the item you requested right here.  I
managed to find a larger size, the largest size of the item anyone
manufactures.  I believe you'll be needing it.  It's really very impressive
when it's on.  I've found it in eight different colors for you, Sirs."

"That's really very kind of you," I said, "but we really only need the one,
and we really can't afford all the different colors anyway."

"That's no problem, Sirs.  They're all on the house.  Please accept all of
them.  It has been a pleasure and an honor to service, uh, I mean, to serve
you today.  And I hope to see you, both of you that is, back here again real
soon, Sirs."

"Not at all," I said.  "We'll be sure to come back and see you again very
soon.  Might I say that it was a pleasure to be serviced, uh, I mean, to be
served by you today."  I then pointed toward the stalls at the back of the
store.  "The entry back there is extremely "tight," but well worth it, once
you get in."

"Thank you, Sirs.  We've been considering expanding for some time, but we
haven't really felt up to it before now.  My experience with you back there
today has certainly given me some ideas on how to handle things back there
in the future, Sirs."

"Something tells me you're going to be felt up, I mean, you'll be feeling up
to it now a lot, and that you're going to be servicing, I mean, serving a
lot more customers in the future.  Bye," Tim said, as we walked out the
door.

"What a slut!" Tim said to me on our way to the car.

"Not really," I told him.  "Once someone gets a look at my 12" cock, he just
can't help himself!"

"You egotistical bitch," he said, laughing.  But he knew I was right.  Every
time he looked at it, he couldn't help himself either.  He had to have it.
Every man had to have it as soon as he saw it.  And after he'd had it, he
begged me for more.

The cups the clerk had given us worked fine.  Tim showed me exactly how to
flop and tug, and whenever he did it he gave me so much pleasure I was on
cloud nine.  From then on we begged each other to flop the other one so much
that finally we had to put some limit on it because it started to interfere
with the rest of our sex life.

Of course, as I already mentioned, the relationship I had with Tim came to
an end when we went off to different colleges, but I took all the cups with
me so I could use them with my new sex partners.  This happened in various
ways fairly quickly after I joined the gay fraternity.  First, I
incorporated the cups into the pledging and initiation rituals.  I required
pledges to learn the proper flop and tug technique from the beginning of
their pledge period.  On a daily basis each pledge had to flop me.  If they
failed to show adequate progress, I paddled them with a wooden or leather
paddle.  That was a big fucking turn on, too.  There's nothing cuter than a
smooth red bottom just before fucking it.

In addition, on the evening of the initiation, pledges were required to flop
me in front of all the fraternity brothers.  They did this individually,
however, because they were unaware that after they flopped me they were
required to rim me and then give me a blow job, which they had never done
before.  If I did not like how they did it, they were paddled mercilessly by
one of the brothers until they got it right.  I did not cum until the last
pledge had flopped and blown me.  This was always the pledge who had been
the most difficult pledge throughout the pledge period.  He was forced to
swallow my cum.  All the other initiates watched his entire initiation
ceremony.

Second, all the pledge brothers were required to flop me on a weekly basis
during the entire period I lived at the frat house.  This was so they would
show me the respect that I and my huge cock and balls deserved as the Sex
Chief of the frat house.  If I desired, I could fuck them or demand they rim
me or blow me at that time.  It was my right as Sex Chief, to ensure that my
sexual needs were properly satisfied at all times.

Third, whenever I organized sex parties at the frat, I usually incorporated
flopping and tugging into them.  I usually even had the well hung athletes
in the frat flopped by the guests and even the well hung guests flopped by
the other guest as well, that is, if I was able to determine who the well
hung guests were.  Flopping and tugging were such turn ons that a party
always seemed to be missing something if they weren't included.

Fourth, and perhaps the most enjoyable for me, was the use of flops and tugs
when I picked up freshmen at strip clubs.  The strip clubs in our town
permitted entrance to anyone 18 or older provided anyone less that 21 had
their right wrist marked with a red marker so they couldn't order liquor.  I
went almost every Friday and Saturday night and sat alone in a booth that
was reserved solely for my use.

Starting at the beginning of my junior year, before the cute blond blue-eyed
freshmen had enough time to become aware of my "reputation," the bartender
would talk with them at the bar for me.  He would tell them that if they
were virgins and looking for an athletic upperclassman who knew a hell of a
lot about sex and could really show them a good time, they should go see me,
Mr. Dawson, in the booth in the back.  He'd always get at least a half a
dozen or so every night that would come to the booth to see me whenever I
was there.

One by one they would seat themselves at my booth.  I'd act really cool as I
drank my beer or scotch, which the bartender always served me despite my
being underage.  I'd have on really expensive clothes and the best cologne
loaded with male phemerones.  I'd also have on something tight that would
show off my muscles and my huge cup.

I'd ask the little boys their first names and get to know them one by one
till the booth was full of them.  They would call me Mr. Dawson as the
bartender had told them to do.  I'd stare at them, up and down, till they
looked away in embarrassment.  It was all sooooo cute.  Finally, after the
booth was full of cute, blond haired, blue-eyed freshmen boys, I'd get a
little more serious.

"OK, boys.  Here's the deal.  You're all cute as hell, otherwise, the
bartender wouldn't have told you to come and see me.  I'd like to take all
of you back to my frat house tonight and fuck all of you.  I could do that,
of course, but that wouldn't be fair.  Each of you deserves to have me all
to yourself the first time I fuck you.  So, I can pick only one of you.  I
promise, however, I'll get around to all of you before the semester is over.
  Just keep coming here every Friday and Saturday night and sit down here at
the booth.  Eventually, you'll all be picked.

"And please don't be insulted if I pick others for a few weeks before I get
around to you.  On any given night I pick the boy who turns me on the most.
It might be his eyes, his ass, his hair, his walk, whatever.  Trust me, you
want me to pick you when you turn me on more than the others.  That way
you'll have the best time, right?"

"Right," they all said in unison, and with big smiles.  I had the little
bitches in the palm of my hand.  My huge cock moved in my cup straining to
be released from its forced confinement.  And the gorgeous stripper on the
bar didn't help any, especially as he was winking at me.  I'd fucked him a
few times already, too.

"Good.  OK, Chad," I said, "let's go.  You're my boy for tonight."  I looked
at the others.  Most of them were crestfallen.

"Now now, boys.  What did I say?  Timmy, Chris, Billy, Justin?" I said with
a big smile.  Their eyes all lit up because I'd remembered all their names.
I bent over and gave each of them a quick peck on the lips.  They each
turned red but started to smile.

"That's better," I said.  I got up from the booth.  I couldn't help but
watch their eyes get big and stare at my huge cup as I moved across the
booth and it scraped the edge of the table, just as I had planned.

"Anything else the matter, boys?" I asked, with a slightly evil grin.

"Uh, no, Mr. Dawson," they all said.

"Are you all going to be here tomorrow night again?"

"Yes, Mr. Dawson," they all said.

"Good," I said as I winked at them.  Then I placed my arm around Chad's
shoulder and walked out with him.

As is usually the case with most boys I leave with from the bar, Chad was
rather quiet on the drive to the frat house.

"What's on your mind, Chad?" I asked him.

"Uh, the bartender said you're really knowledgeable about sex, Mr. Dawson,
and, well, I don't really know much about it.  I hope I'm good enough for
you."

"Don't worry, son.  That's what I'm here for."  I'm a terrible fucking lech.
  I was about to pop the poor boy's cherry.  Of course, I knew how to do it
to make him glad I did, but I was horny as hell, too, and I knew I was going
to make the little bitch scream for his mommy pretty soon.

"So, Chad, just what exactly have you done, sexually speaking I mean?" I
said.

"Uh, well, I've had oral sex with guys a few times.  I've even fucked a few
guys, but I've never done anything with girls."  He didn't sound very
sincere, but I decided not to force the issue.

"Do you like girls, Chad?"

"No, Mr. Dawson.  I'm definitely gay."

"Are you sure you want me to fuck you, Chad?  I don't fuck boys who don't
want to be fucked."

"I think so, Mr. Dawson."

"You have to be sure, Chad.  You can't get unfucked, you know.  And I warn
you, once I start, I don't quit.  You can scream, fight, or whatever.  No
one's going to hear you, or if they do, no one's going to help you.  So you
better be sure."

"Yeah, Mr. Dawson.  I definitely want you to fuck me.  Really.  I like you--a
lot.  I want you to be my first one."

"OK, Chad.  Let me just say this: When it's about to happen, I'll give you
one final chance to say `No,' but after that, there'll be no turning back."

"OK, Mr. Dawson.  That's cool."

We got to the frat house.  I parked the car.  We got out of the car and then
walked into the house and up to my room.  I unlocked the door, and we went
in.

"Wow, Mr. Dawson!  This is fantastic.  You live in this room alone?"

"Yeah, Chad.  It's all mine.  I've got to have a place all to myself so I
can have my privacy whenever I need it.  Now take off your jacket, son."

Chad and I took off our jackets.  I went up to him and kissed him softly as
I took off our shirts.  We both kicked off our shoes.

"Take off your pants, son, but leave on those white socks," I said.  "Guys
with white socks really turn me on!"  I smiled at him with a big shit-eating
grin.

"That's great, Mr. Dawson!" he said.  "I'm really glad I wore them then."
He smiled, and his eyes lit up.

There he stood in only his boxers and white socks.  He was absolutely
adorable.

I took off my socks and slowly removed my pants.  All I had on was my red
jock and my cup.

"Wow, Mr. Dawson!  That cup is fucking amazing.  It's huge!"

I pulled him to me and kissed him, long and hard.  He responded, slowly at
first, but then he finally got into it.

"You've never been kissed before, have you Chad?"

"Not really, Mr. Dawson, no."

"Well you have, now.  And once you've been kissed, and are starting to know
how to kiss back, you don't call the one you're kissing by his last name
anymore."

"But I don't know your first name," he said, as he pulled my head down to
his lips and started playing intense tongue hockey with me.  "Ooooo," I
thought.  "This little bitch has some potential."

I released his lip-lock for a few seconds.  "It's Lance, Baby, Lance," I
told him.  I placed my mouth back on his and taught him a few more things
about kissing.

"Oh, my God, Lance.  You're so fucking good.  Thanks for picking me tonight.
  I've never felt like this before.  Can we keep kissing for awhile before
we start doing anything else?  Please?"

"I can see you're a romantic, Babe.  I love that in a man.  That turns me on
so fucking much you'll never know."  He smiled.

I lay down on my back and pulled him on top of me.  I knew it was going to
be the last time he was going to be on top and in some sense in the dominant
position.  I thought I'd let him enjoy it, and he did.  He started kissing
me aggressively as he ran his fingers through my hair, caressed my chest,
and lightly pinched my nipples.  I swooned.  He even moved his mouth to my
ear and blew into it and whispered to me how turned on he was.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked him, giggling.

"No, Sir, uh, I mean Lance," he said.  "I've always wanted to.  I've just
read about it and dreamed about what it would be like.  I'm just making it
up as I go along.  I'm just doing what I think I would like you or someone
else to do to me.  That's all.  Should I do it differently, or should I do
something else?"

"Baby, you're a fucking natural!"

"Thanks, Lance.  You're the best."

I rolled him over.  "Your turn," I said.  "Now I'm going to make YOU feel
good."

"Oh, that's OK, Lance.  You don't have to.  Really.  I like doing it to
you."

"No, Baby.  I didn't expect what you did to me.  Now I'm going to send you
to heaven too.  Besides, it'll teach you a few things you can use on me or
other guys you are with in the future."

"Right now, Lance, I can't think of wanting to be with anyone else but with
you.  Ever."

Yeah.  I knew that was coming.  Just wait till he got a load of what was in
my cup.

I started kissing his ears, eyes, forehead, etc.  He swooned.  His neck was
next.  He could hardly stand it.  When I started licking and kissing and
nibbling on his nipples, he wiggled so much I started giggling.

"Stay still you little bitch.  How do you expect me to make love to you," I
said, laughing.

"Sorry, Lance, but it tickles," he said, giggling.

Finally I went down toward his cock, stopping at his navel first.  I could
tell he was about to question where I was going, but when I stopped at his
navel, he figured that was as far as I would go.  Then I left his navel and
started going down farther.

"What are you doing, Lance?"

"What do you think I'm doing, Chad?"

"Oh my God.  You're not going to . . . "

I placed a thumb on either side of his boxers and slowly pulled them down
and off him as he raised his hips slightly to facilitate it.  I was
completely shocked.  The boy was quite well endowed.  He was still soft, but
about six inches and incredibly thick.  But the most stunning thing about
him was his foreskin.  It was the longest and thickest I'd ever seen on
anyone, including myself.

"My God, Chad!  You've been holding out on me, son.  That's quite a package
you've got there."

"You really think so, Lance?" he said.  "I'm glad you're not disappointed.
I was really afraid I might not be good enough for you."

I couldn't believe this kid!  Disappointed?  Jesus fucking Christ!!

"C'mon, Chad.  Let's get real.  Surely you must have been the star stud in
high school with a cock like that!"

"Well, not exactly, Lance.  I mean, most of the guys in my school didn't
have foreskins so they made fun of mine when they saw me in the locker room
when I was young.  So I pretty much hid myself as I got older.  I got to
think I was sort of a freak.  That's I guess partly why I never got
interested in girls.  I thought they'd make fun of me, too.  A few boys
seemed to be turned on by my cock.  That's why I did a few things.  But I
mostly stuck to myself.  That's why I wanted to be with you tonight.  So you
could help me.  Please teach me what I need to know so I can have a good sex
life!"

He was pleading with me.  He was almost in tears.

"Baby, baby, shhhhh, shhhhh.  You've got it all wrong.  Really.  Now listen
to me.  Your body is sexy as hell.  You've got one of the sexiest cocks I've
ever seen, and there are a ton of gay guys around here--in fact MOST of the
gay guys around here--who would DIE to be with you because of your body.
Shit, most of the gay guys I know would die to HAVE your body."

"You mean it, Lance?  You're not just being nice because we're together
now?"

"I mean it, Chad.  I'm serious.  You got fucked over by some stupid kids
when you were younger.  I'm going to help you get over that tonight.  OK,
Baby?"

"Oh, Lance, that would be great!"

"OK.  Just lie back and let me show you how a man with the kind of equipment
you've got can enjoy it."

I slowly bent my head down and placed the tip of my tongue at the very tip
of the end of Chad's foreskin.  He recoiled just a little and gasped
slightly.

"Easy, Baby.  Just relax and enjoy it."

I went back down and this time put my fingers at the tip of his foreskin,
pinched it just enough to hold on to it, and pulled it down farther,
stretching it as far as it could go without hurting him.

"Oh, fuck!" was all he could say, gasping.

Then, continuing to hold the foreskin firmly in that position, I started
licking slowly on the beautiful hole the stretched foreskin produced.

"Oh, Lance, that's so fucking good."

Then I released my hold on the foreskin just enough so I could insert my
tongue up inside it and twirl it around, touching the tip of his penis.  He
bent his head up just enough to look down at me, straining to do so.

"My God, Lance!  How do you know exactly what to do?"

"Lots of experience, Babe, lots of experience," I said, with a deep laugh.

I noticed the wonderful pungent smell of an uncut cock that hadn't been
washed in awhile.  I licked farther up and started to taste the wonderful
cheese that such neglect produces.  I was in heaven.

"Yum, yum, Dude.  Tastes like you haven't been washing this cock a lot
lately."

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that, Lance.  I haven't done anything active lately,
and I hate taking showers at the dorm because I don't want anyone to see me,
so I just kind of washed off my upper body with washcloths before I went out
tonight.  Sorry.  I never expected to end up in bed with anyone.  And I
certainly never expected anyone to blow me.  You don't have to go on if you
don't want to.  It's OK.  I'm really sorry."

"Well, Babe, it's your lucky night.  Lots of dudes, and I'm one of them,
like it when a dude with an uncut cock lets it go for three or fours days
without washing it.  It gets really nasty in there.  White stuff starts
forming.  It's technically called smegma, but everyone just calls it
`cheese.'  We love licking that stuff out."

"That sounds really gross, Lance."

"You gotta try new things, Babe.  You never know whether you like it till
you try it."

I bent back down and kept sucking the cheese out of Chad's foreskin hole.
When I thought I'd gotten all I could, I stopped for a second.

"Hey, Babe.  Sit up and watch this," I told him.

He looked down as I carefully pushed back the foreskin.  There on the top
inch or so of his cock was my prize: cheese that my tongue and sucking had
not been able to reach.  I placed my mouth over the top of his cock and very
gently scraped into my mouth with my teeth the remainder of the cheese off
of his cock.  It took a few scrapes to get the rest of it.  Then, I sucked
and licked the rest of the top of his cock to make sure I got every little
piece.  While I did it, Chad moaned and groaned with pleasure.  When I was
done, I went up to him and kissed him so he could see what his own cheese
tasted like.  He hesitated at first to kiss me, but I pushed him to do it.

"Wasn't as bad as you thought, now, was it?" I asked him.

"No, not really," he said as he giggled.

"It IS somewhat of an acquired taste, I guess," I said, as we both laughed.
"And I guess someone else's probably does taste better that your own.

"Yeah, I could see how that might be the case," he said.

"And now to finish it off," I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I started to move my mouth down toward his cock again.  He lay back down.

"Oh fuck!" he said.

"Not yet," I laughed, as I took his cock out of my mouth.  He giggled.

"Get up and watch this," I said.

He pulled his head up and looked into my eyes as I swallowed all eight
inches of his cock down my throat.  His eyes lit up like saucers.

"Jesus!  No one's ever taken all of it before!!"

"Guess you don't have the right friends, Babe."

I kept sucking on it for about five minutes.

"I'm going to cum, Lance.  I'm going to cum!"

"Uh huh."

"You'd better take it out before it's too late!"

Naturally, I didn't, and he shot his load down my throat.

"I'm sorry, Lance.  I'm sorry.  I couldn't wait any longer.  Don't be mad.
I guess I should go.  Please don't tell anyone.  I'm so embarrassed."

I started laughing hysterically.

"You really are a naïve little boy, aren't you?" I said.  "I took that load
down my throat because I wanted it.  I didn't take your cock out of my mouth
because I like the taste of little boy cum."

"Really, Lance?"

"Yes, Chad.  Really.  Now it's my turn.  Now get up on your knees."

I stood up and shoved my cup into his face as he got on his knees.

"I assume you've never flopped anyone before, have you Chad?"

"No, Lance.  But I'm a fast learner."

"Good.  Here's what you do."

I told him exactly what to do, and he did it perfectly.  The tug was
exquisite.  He was impressed.  In fact, he looked scared when he saw the
flop, which was exactly what I wanted.  The head of my cock even peered out
of my foreskin as my cock flopped.

"So," I asked after the flop.  "What do you think?"

"God damn, Lance.  It's so fucking big!"

"The better to fuck you with, my dear."

"But Lance, it'll never fit."

"Yes it will, Babe.  Trust me.  So, Babe, looking at what's directly in
front of your face, all 12" of it, just what do you think your next move
should be?"

He looked up and smiled at me.  Then he took my foreskin between two of his
fingers, squeezed it gently, and started moving it back and forth over the
head of my cock.

"That's a good boy, Chad.  A REALLY good boy."

I let him go on like that a few more minutes.

"Any idea what your next step might be, Baby?"

"Uh, you want me to try to get it in my mouth?"

"I think that's the plan, don't you?"

"But it'll never fit!"

"You don't know unless you try.  Open wide, Baby."  I shoved the head into
his mouth.  It required a little pushing, but it went in.

"That's a lot of cock, huh, Chad?"

He took it out of his mouth.  "Uh, yeah.  A REAL lot!"

"Put it back in, Chad.  It belongs in your mouth."

Back in it went, a little easier this time.  I pushed it in farther and
farther, till he started to choke.

"Soon you'll be getting in more and more, son.  You'll be opening up your
mouth till nearly all gets down there."

He looked up at me a little scared.

"Don't worry, boy.  It won't hurt.  I promise."  I knew that was a big
fucking lie, but you can't tell these little bitches the whole truth.  It'll
scare them off.

I took my cock out of his mouth and smiled and winked at him.  "It's time
now for the main show, Chad."

"I'm really scared, Lance.  It's just so huge."

"I won't lie to you, Chad.  It's going to hurt.  It's going to hurt real
bad, especially at first.  But you WILL get used to it, and it'll even start
to feel pleasurable after awhile.  Trust me, in the end, so to speak, you'll
be glad you let me do it.  You'll have to trust me on that.  But I'm not
going to force you, except to say that once I push the head of my cock into
your ass, I won't stop fucking you, no matter how much you beg me.  Up until
then, you can tell me to stop, and I will.  Now, shall we start getting you
stretched out?

"OK, Lance."

"Good.  Now get on all fours, Babe."

I spread the little boy's cute but firm cheeks apart to reveal the cutest
rosebud I'd seen in a long, long time.  When the cool air hit it, he
swooned.  Slowly I placed my tongue on it.

"My God, Dude!  What are you doing back there?"

"I assume, DUDE," I said, mockingly, "that you've never been rimmed before."

"What's that mean, Lance?"

"You really are green," I said.  "Were you lying to me when you said you'd
done a few things with men before, Chad?"

It got completely silent for a few seconds.  "Yeah.  I hope you won't get
mad, but I've never done a thing with anyone before.  I lied about
everything, Lance.  I've done nothing before tonight.  Absolutely nothing."

"You mean, you've never even been kissed before?"

"No, never even been kissed before.  I guess I'm pretty pathetic, huh.  You
can take me back to the dorm if you don't want me anymore, Lance."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I was in bed with a COMPLETE virgin.
  This little boy hadn't been touched--at all!  And with all that incredible
equipment.  He should've started fucking at 13!!

"Baby," I said, "I'd never do that to a beautiful boy like you.  It's well
past time someone made love to you.  What I was just doing is called
rimming.  That means someone licks in, around, on, and up your asshole."

"Oh, God, Lance.  That sounds really icky!"

"I'll tell you what, Baby.  You don't have to do it to me tonight.  I'll
just do it to you.  You just relax and see what you think about it.  Tell me
when I'm done if you still think it's `icky' as you just called it."

"OK, Lance.  That's a good idea.  You're a really nice guy.  I wish I'd met
you a few years ago when I was in high school."

"You don't know how much I wish that, too, Chad."

I started rimming the little bitch.  Before long he was in heaven.  He was
squirming so much I could hardly keep my tongue in, around, on, or up his
ass--anywhere. And the sounds he was making were so low you'd think I had
gagged him and told him to sing "Old Man River."

"I think you like it, huh, Chad?" I said, chortling.

"I can't believe what I've been missing, Lance.  Do you want me to do it to
you?"

"Not tonight, Babe.  It's time for me to fuck the little hole I've just
turned on so much."

My little bitch groaned.  This time I wasn't sure if it was residual
groaning from the rim job or from the thought of being reamed by my big fat
cock.

I got the lube out of the dresser drawer.  I lubed a finger and stuck in
into his asshole.  The bitch was tight--I mean, REALLY tight.  He moaned.  I
was beginning to wonder big time about this fuck--well, that is, as much as a
lech like I am could wonder.  I put in two fingers and started scissoring.
He did his best to keep quiet, but he was decidedly uncomfortable.  I put in
three fingers and twisted them around.  He grimaced.  Finally, I tried to
get in four fingers.

"Damn, Lance.  What are you doing back there?"

"Trying to get four fingers up your ass, Babe."

"That's a lot, isn't it?"

"Not compared to my 12" cock it isn't."

"Fucking shit, Dude."

"OK, Babe.  This is it.  If you want me to fuck you, prove it to me by
lubing up my cock."

Chad took the tube of lube and lubed me up good.  He wanted to be sure it
slid in as easily as it could.  I placed the head of my cock touching his
little rosebud.  He flinched.

"OK, Baby, listen up.  This is it.  This is your last chance to back down.
In a second I'll push the head of my cock past the sphincter, that's the
muscle at the entrance of your asshole.  Once I do that, I won't stop.  I'll
shove all 12" of my cock up your ass, and I'll fuck you till I cum, no
matter how long it takes.  No matter how much you scream or beg me to stop,
it won't matter.  I won't quit.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lance."

"Do you want to go on?"

"Yes, Lance."

"Then tell me exactly what you want, my little bitch."

"Fuck me, Lance. FUCK ME!"

"Push out, Baby.  It won't hurt as much that way.  Here goes.  I'm going
in!"

I slowly shoved my cock into Chad's asshole.  He was one tight little mother
fucker.

"Oooooo.  Ooooooh, fuck.  Shit that hurts!"

"I know, Baby.  I hate to admit it, but I love hearing you little bitches
scream, especially you really tight ones.  But it's OK because I know you'll
soon be glad that I fucked you, and you won't even remember the pain."

I shoved in about 4" more.

"My God, Lance.  It feels like you're sticking needles up my ass!"

"That's because you're one tight fucker, Baby.  One of the tightest I've
ever fucked.  You should be proud.  You're making me feel REALLY good."

I shoved in another 4".

"Fuck, Lance.  You're going to have to stop.  REALLY.  I can't take it."

"You'll have to," I said, but I rubbed his back a little and then ran my
fingers through his hair to try to relax him.

I do have to be a little careful with the boys.  I mean, after we're done,
the bitch WILL talk to the other boys at the strip club, so I have to give
at least some semblance of caring about how they feel while I pop their
cherries.  After all, this IS an important event in their lives, even if for
me it's just another notch in my popped cherries belt.

I shoved in the last 4".  He screamed like crazy.  I heard about six of my
frat brothers laughing outside my bedroom door.

"Oh my God!" he said.  "I think you've fucked up my insides forever.  What's
all that noise?"

"That's some of my frat brothers listening at the door.  They love to hear
me pop a virgin's cherry.  Really turns them on.  I've popped some of
theirs, too.  By the way, Dude.  You've got all 12" up there now.  You
should be really proud."

"I think I'm going to pass out, Lance."

The brothers heard what he said and started to laugh hysterically.

"I'll leave it up there for awhile till you get used to it."

"No, start fucking me.  I don't want to wait."

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

"Don't I wish," he said, sarcastically.

I started fucking his ass, slowly, but deliberately.  It was good, very
good.  It was such a tight ass.  It was obvious that not only was he a
virgin, he'd never had ANYTHING up there before, not even a fucking pencil!

After about five minutes, he started to relax and stop groaning.  He'd
gotten into it.  He even started fucking himself by moving back and forth
meeting my thrusts.

"I'm impressed, Baby.  Guys usually don't start fucking themselves like that
till they've been fucked at least five or six times.  And in my case, most
guys never start fucking themselves!"

"Guess I'm just a natural, right?"

"Guess so, and guess it's time to turn you over."  I flipped Chad over onto
his back in one quick motion.

"I'll go in a little deeper this way, so it'll take a little time to get
used to it again, Baby."

"OK, Lance.  I trust you."  It was a nice thing for the little bitch to say.
  It really didn't matter, but it was nice of him to say.

Chad grimaced for a couple of minutes while he got used to my stronger,
deeper thrusts.  Soon he was once again meeting my thrusts as he began
fucking himself.  We smiled at each other.

"You're a little whore, you know that?" I told him with a big grin on my
face.

"It's your fault if I'm a whore, bitch," he responded.

"Bitch, huh?  Oh, you'll pay for that," I said with a big smile.

"Promises, promises," he said, and with that he wrapped his smooth but
strong legs around my ass and started squeezing tight and drawing me toward
him with each of my deep thrusts.

Jesus Christ, this little boy had become a pro in less that one session of
fucking.  Where the hell had he learned all this?  I started moaning with
pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned.

"I can see that you are appreciating my tight virgin ass, Lance."

"Jesus Christ, Chad, if your ass weren't so fucking tight, I'd swear you'd
been a paid whore for at least 10 years!"

"Hmmmmm, I think I'll take that as a compliment!"

"You are one nasty bitch," I said, as I started beginning to lose complete
control of myself.

"Come on big boy," he said.  "Shove that big cock up my ass.  Give it to me.
  I want to come again."

"Oh, God.  Where the fuck have you been all my life, Baby?" I asked him,
about as full of lust as I'd been in many months.

I started to get serious.  I started concentrating on massaging his prostate
every time I thrusted.  Chad started to feel something he'd never felt
before and didn't expect.  His cock was getting hard again, yet no one was
stimulating it.  He looked down at it and didn't believe it.  He looked up
at me in disbelief but didn't say anything.  He looked almost frightened.  I
just smiled back and laughed deeply.  I was in control again.

Chad just laid his head back and enjoyed the feeling.  After a few minutes,
my prostate massaging did the trick.  Chad started to cum again--this time in
quarts.  Young boys are sooooo full of cum and can shoot it sooooo far.
Once you get them going, they are basically nothing but sluts.

"Oh, fuck, Lance.  What's happening?  I'm cumming again.  I don't believe
it."

"Believe it, bitch.  You said you wanted to cum again.  So you got your
wish."

"Oh, my, God," he said, in complete disbelief but in complete nirvana at the
same time.

"Now it's my turn, little boy.  I've been waiting to fill your tight little
virgin asshole since I first saw it wiggle its way toward my booth a couple
of hours ago."

Chad swooned knowing that I had been thinking about fucking his ass for so
long.

"So, you've been thinking about my ass since you first saw it tonight, huh,
bitch?  Tight enough for you?  Giving you what you wanted?  What you
needed?"

"Oh, fuck, oh, shit, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, you're nasty, damn, fucker, you,
God, damn, . . . "

"You'll remember this tight ass for the rest of your life, mother fucker.  I
don't care how many little boys' cherries you pop!  This one you'll
remember!"

Right in the middle of my orgasm.  What a smart ass bitch!

"You, fuck, -ing, bitch, God, oh, it's, so, fuck, -ing, tight, God, damn,
it's, good, so, fuck, -ing, good . . . `

Chad pulled me down and kissed me tenderly on my lips, eyes, and cheeks
while I continued my orgasm.  Then he wrapped his arms around my neck
tightly, pulled my ear to his mouth, whispered "Thank you," to me, and then
lightly kissed my ear.  Then, he whispered in my ear that I'd have to finish
coming while he continued to blow lightly into my ear.  I was in fucking
heaven!

"Oh, fuck, you're, so, good, Ba, -by, I, can't, be, -lieve, you, have, -n't,
done, this, be, -fore.  Oh, fuuuuuck!"  I was done--finally.  I collapsed on
top of him, totally spent.

"I guess you just know how to bring out the animal in me, Babe," he said to
me.  "This was the most fantastic night of my life.  I don't know how I
could ever repay you, Lance."

"You just did, Chad.  Believe me, you just did," I said, as I took him into
my arms and we started kissing passionately.


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