Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2007 15:32:16 -0500
From: Lance Dawson <lance.dawson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lance's Story -- Part 10

Author's Note:  I appreciate that, beginning with this section, the readers
will find the narrative increasingly hard to believe.  This section tells
about my interview with the law firm with which I am currently employed and
have been for the past three years.  Everything having to do with the law
firm, beginning with the interview, is difficult to fathom.  As the
narrative notes, I found it almost too incredible to believe from the very
beginning myself, and so did my boyfriend Matt when I told him about it.
Even now, as I continue to live it every day, I still believe from time to
time that eventually I'll wake up one morning next to Matt and find I'm
still in the second half of my third year in law school, and that the past
three years have been just a dream.  But in many ways that's even more
difficult to believe than what actually seems to be happening.

Nevertheless, I will admit to the readers that I have embellished the
narrative in three ways/places in order to make it more interesting and
enjoyable to read.  Most of the significant embellishments are in sections
yet to come.  However, if any of you would like to know exactly where and
how I have embellished the narrative, you may email me, and I will give you
that information.  On the other hand, if you would prefer to enjoy the
narrative as written and not be made aware of the embellishments, that is up
to you.

Please be aware, though, that there are certain information and things I am
not at liberty to disclose or provide, and will not provide, due to
contractual obligations with my law firm.  These include: my real name and
the name of any of the attorneys and employees of the law firm and members
of the gym; the name of my home town; the name of the undergraduate school
and law school I attended; the name and location of the law firm and gym; a
picture of me or of any part of me.  Naturally, any other related or
ancillary information is not be available as well, including, but not
necessarily limited to: the real names of any of my boyfriends or sex
partners; the name of my undergraduate fraternity or the frat brothers; the
names of the escort agency where I worked or the fellow escorts I knew; the
names of the male exotic dancer agency where I worked or the fellow male
exotic dancers I knew; etc.  Obviously, all these measures exist so that
neither I nor anyone else associated with the law firm or gym can be
identified.

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Nothing much exciting happened over the next few weeks.  I started my job
interviews.  It was difficult because it was a stark sign that our
relationship was getting closer to the end.  But it had to be done.

I had a couple of interviews in far away places where I really didn't want
to live, at firms where I really didn't want to work, that practiced the
kind of law I really didn't want to practice.  But sometimes you have to
take what's out there, so I felt lucky to get even those interviews.  I felt
bad for my classmates whose academic standings were lower than mine,
especially for those who were my friends.  Many of them were finding it hard
to get any interviews at all.

Then, in early March, I got an unusual interview with a mid-sized firm with
about 25 attorneys in a medium- to large-sized city in the eastern part of
the U.S.  I had become aware of them and obtained the interview in a rather
unusual way.  About a month earlier, the gay and lesbian action group of the
law school had contacted me and asked me to give them copy of my resumé to
submit to this law firm.

About two weeks later, the law firm sent me a letter.  In the letter they
noted they had learned about me through discussions with the action group.
They said they were interested in meeting with me to see whether they would
be interested in hiring me.  They asked me to fly to them for an interview
at their expense on a given date.  The letter said the details of the flight
arrangements would be given to me when I received a telephone call from them
a few days before the scheduled date of the interview.  I asked some members
of the action group what they had discussed about me with the law firm, but
they said they were not at liberty to tell me.

I did a little research and found out that the firm had an excellent
reputation, the pay was good, and the type of law they practiced was what I
was interested in.  Consequently, I decided I really wanted to go to the
interview, do well, and get an offer from them.   I could always turn it
down if I had another offer I preferred.  In addition, I really thought I
would enjoy living where the firm was located.  Nevertheless, I was dying to
know what interested them so much about me.

Two days before the interview was scheduled to take place, I still had not
heard from anyone at the firm.  I was starting to think the whole thing had
fallen through when I received a call from the secretary of the
partner-in-charge of the firm.  He told me I would be picked up by limo at
my apartment at 2 p.m. the following day, I should dress casually, and I was
not to bring any luggage or any money or credit cards.  I would be taken to
the airport and flown in a private jet to the destination.

He also told me that all my needs would be taken care of throughout the
trip.  I would, for example, be supplied the clothes I needed to wear for
that evening's dinner at the hotel after I arrived.  Furthermore, everything
I needed for the entire trip would be provided for me as I needed it.  If I
needed anything that was not provided to me, all I had to do was ask.
People would be available 24 hours to meet my every need.

I was absolutely shocked.  Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
  I told Matt about it, and he reacted the same way.

The following day the limo arrived exactly on time.  I was dressed in a pair
of new jeans, dark socks, casual shoes, a long-sleeve shirt, and a cardigan.
  I didn't feel comfortable looking too casual, even though that's what I
had been told to do.

No one was in the limo but me and the driver.  The driver was nice and very
attractive, but he didn't talk much.  He told me there was an amply stocked
bar in the limo, and I should help myself.  I told him thanks, but I wasn't
very thirsty.  It was strange, but I had a funny feeling from the time I
first met the driver that he was checking me out.  Oh well, I thought, it
isn't the first time someone has noticed the ample bulge in my pants.  It
did make me start to get hard, though, as I did whenever anyone seemed to
show an interest in what was in my pants.

He drove me right out on the tarmac to the plane.  I immediately boarded.
It wasn't just a small Piper Cub.  It was quite a bit larger than that.  It
seated about 25 comfortably.  But I was alone, except that there was a staff
of 6 men.  Other than the male pilot and male co-pilot, there were three
male flight attendants, a chef, a tailor, and a masseur.

I couldn't help but notice that they all had beautiful blue eyes and blond
hair.  In addition, they were all young and gorgeous as well.  They were
immaculately dressed in very expensive uniforms and shoes.  And what's more,
they were all in very good physical shape.  The fantasies I started to have
about what I could do with all these men were incredible.  It took a lot for
me to calm myself down and stay that way throughout the rest of the flight.

The flight was going to last 3 hours, so immediately after I boarded, the
masseur suggested I strip and have a complete massage in order to relax.
There was a massage table in the back of the plane, he said.  I told him I
really only needed a neck massage.  He looked disappointed, almost like he'd
made a pass at me and I'd rejected him.  But he gave me a neck massage at my
seat for about a half hour anyway.

All three flight attendants then came to me to take my drink and food order,
almost fighting over who was going to serve me.  It almost seemed like they
all wanted to be as close to me as possible.  Finally, I said I just wanted
some spring water and peanuts.  They all seemed to be dejected as they
walked away.

The chef then came to my seat.  He told me the flight attendants had said I
didn't order anything to eat.  He asked me if I was sure I didn't want
something to eat.  He said I wouldn't be eating again until late, that is,
at around 8 p.m.  I told him in that case I'd have just a turkey sandwich,
if he could fix one for me.  He obviously wasn't pleased that I didn't want
something more exotic and substantial, but I just wasn't hungry for anything
heavier.  I told him I guess I was a little nervous about everything.  He
said he understood, but I don't think he was really pleased.

Finally, the tailor came to my seat.  He said there were many activities
planned for the weekend, so he needed to take my exact measurements in order
to provide me all the clothes I required.  He told me to go to a room at the
back of the plane and take off my clothes.  I told him that wouldn't be
necessary because I had just had all my measurements taken the prior month
when I had bought new clothes for interviewing, and I knew exactly what they
were.  He tried to insist, but I told him what they were without going back
to the room.

Finally, he gave in and said the clothes I required for dinner would be in
the hotel when I arrived, and the clothes I required for the other
activities for the weekend would be wherever I needed them whenever I needed
them.  I thanked him.  He left, obviously a little displeased I hadn't
allowed him to do his job more thoroughly.

When we landed at the destination at 6 p.m., I was taken by limo to my
luxury hotel.  I'd never been in such an exotic, expensive, high class
hotel.  I was given the penthouse suite.  It was fucking huge!   A family of
8 could have stayed there and not felt crowded.  I knew law firms usually
wanted to impress prospective associates when they invited them to interview
onsite, but this, I thought, was ridiculous!!

The closet was stocked with all kinds of clothes.  There was a note on my
bed.  It said that I would be picked up at 7:30 p.m. by limo and taken to
the restaurant for dinner.  I was to wear the tuxedo coat and tails in the
closet.  Shoes, expensive and in my size, of course, were also provided.  I
was given my choice of all different styles and colors of boxers or briefs,
undershirts, and hose--i.e., not socks--to wear.  I could tell that everything
was extremely expensive.  They were all things that I could never afford to
buy for myself.

I dressed and was ready and waiting in front of the hotel as required at
7:30 p.m.  The limo arrived on the dot.  I was taken to a luxury restaurant.
  The maitre d' took me to a private room where about 25 handsome men, aged
about 26 to about 45, all of whom appeared to be in very good physical
shape, were waiting and dressed, of course, the same way I was.  We were
served a most elegant and delicious meal.

During the meal I was told all about the firm and encouraged to ask anything
I wanted to know about it.  I was questioned very little about myself.  They
said they already knew everything they needed to know about my academic
abilities and everything else about me personally.

That piqued my interest, so I asked them what exactly they knew about me
other than my academic abilities, since I hadn't had an interview with them
before.  They smiled and said they would discuss that with me at the
conclusion of the activities the next day.  What was important until then
was for them to determine how well I would fit in with the needs of the firm
and with the personal needs of its members.  The dinner that night and the
social activities they had planned the following day at the estate of one of
the partners were designed to determine that.  I said I understood, though I
wasn't really sure I did, and left it at that.

Near the end of the evening, one of the partners asked me what outdoor
activities I enjoyed.  I said I had been on the swimming and soccer teams in
high school, but since then I had mostly just worked out at the gym.  Some
of their eyes seemed to light up when I mentioned working out at the gym.
They said that they, in fact, knew all about everything I had just said,
that is, about what I had done in my past.  They just wanted to hear what I
mentioned specifically to know what I preferred to do for the next day's
activities.

One of the partners said there was swimming available at the estate but not
soccer.  He asked if I enjoyed tennis.  I said yes, but I was a little
rusty.  What about riding horses?  I said I'd ridden a couple of times as a
teenager, but I wouldn't want to do anything more than gallop at a slow pace
on a gentle horse.

"It's settled, then," one of the senior attorneys announced to everyone.
"Mr. Dawson will swim a little, then play a little tennis, then ride a
little, then join us for a late lunch."

The other attorneys all agreed.  We finished our after dinner drinks, and I
was returned to my hotel by limo.  As I entered the hotel, the hotel's
manager approached me and asked me to step into his office.  He shut the
door behind us and asked how my stay had been so far.  I told him everything
was fine.

He then asked me whether there was anything, absolutely anything at all,
that he could do to make my stay more enjoyable.  I said no, not a thing.
He said to call on him at any time, day or night, if I needed absolutely
anything.  I smiled and told him I'd be sure to do that.

As I was about to turn to go to my room, he asked whether I would be going
out again that night.  I said no, I was planning to go to bed soon, as I had
a big day the next day.  He said there was some great night entertainment in
town that he could recommend if I were interested.  I again said no but
thanks.  He then said there were some gay strip clubs near by.  I got a
shocked look on my face.

"What makes you think I'm gay?" I replied.

He didn't say anything.  He just pointed to the ring on my right hand ring
finger.  I got red-faced.

Finally, he asked whether I would like to have some companionship for the
night.  He said he could arrange some first-class companionship if I were
interested.

"No thank you," I said, as I smiled and left his office.

When I got up to my room, I saw a set of casual clothes lying on the bed,
including, underwear and shoes, with a note on top.  The note said, "You are
to wear these clothes and shoes tomorrow morning.  Swimsuit, tennis clothes,
riding gear, and luncheon clothes will be provided at the estate as you
require them.  Be ready at 8 a.m. for limo."

Good God! I thought.  These people are certainly well organized, aren't
they?

Then I saw a P.S. to the note.  "We haven't provided any nightwear for you
as we know you sleep in the nude."  Un-fucking-believable!  I couldn't
decide whether I felt violated or incredibly flattered.  I knew one thing
for sure, though.  I was going to find out just what the hell these
attorneys were up to before I left the next day.

I went to sleep, woke up in time to shower, shave, get dressed in the
clothes they had provided, and then waited for the limo after finishing
breakfast.  Promptly at 8 a.m., the limo showed up.  It was a 1 ˝ hour's
drive to the estate, through lush, beautiful country.  The doorman said next
to nothing the entire trip there.  When the limo drove up to the front door
of the manse, the doorman came out to greet me.

"Mr. Dawson, Sir.  Permit me to accompany you to the back where everyone is
waiting for you."

The manse was huge and so were the grounds.  I was led through the house,
which seemed like it never ended, to the back where the grounds started and
then ended beyond the horizon.  The partner who owned the estate walked up
and introduced himself.

"Lance, I don't thing we had the opportunity to meet each other last night
at dinner.  My name is Ted.  Everyone uses first names here, OK?"

"Sure  . . . uh . . . Ted."

"Good.  You'll be starting out today swimming."

"OK."

"Good.  Go down there at the other side of the pool.  The attendant has been
informed of your, uh, size.  He'll give you a suit.  I'm sorry, but we don't
use jocks around here to swim.  Hope you don't mind."

I thought to myself, "Oh, God!  I hope it's not a fucking Speedo.  I'll be
on display again, just like I was in high school.  No fucking jock strap!
Jesus Christ!!"

"There's a small changing booth next to the towel hut," Ted continued.  "You
can use that to change into your suit.  The attendant will set out your
towels on your pool chair.  If you need anything, a drink, suntan oil, etc.,
yell for the attendant.  He'll get you whatever you want.  After an hour or
so, someone will come and get you for the tennis game.  Now go ahead and
enjoy yourself at the pool."

"Thanks, Ted," I replied.

As I walked down past the pool, I noticed about six of the younger,
good-looking attorneys I'd seen at dinner the prior evening sunning
themselves and a couple who were swimming.  They were all wearing loose swim
trunks that extended nearly to their knees.  "Good," I thought to myself.
"Loose swim trunks.  Should be no problem.  Even if my huge cock does decide
to get excited looking at some of these gorgeous dudes there ought to be
plenty of room in those trunks so as not to attract too much attention."

After I got to the other side of the pool, I went over to the attendant.  He
was blond and blue-eyed, had a swimmer's build, dark tan from head to toe,
and was a fucking doll.  He was obviously a college student and was either
on the swim team or was a life guard.  I told him my name, and he gave me a
box containing a swimsuit and a towel, along with a smile and a wink.

I walked over to the changing booth, closed the door, and undressed. Then I
opened the box.  Fuck!  Not only was the suit at least two sizes too small,
it wasn't swim trunks like the rest of the attorneys had on.  In fact, it
wasn't even a Speedo.  It wasn't even a swimsuit at all.  It was a pair of
fucking underwear!!

Moreover, it wasn't just any ordinary pair of underwear.  It was a pair of
white, mesh, completely see-through bikini underwear--just the kind of thing
I would have loved to have on one night to model in front of Matt to drive
him fucking nuts!  But I really didn't want to wear it in front of 8, or
more if any more showed up at the pool, attorneys I might soon be working
with!!

There was no fucking way I could fit my package--or even half of it!--into
this thing, even flaccid.  Shit!  The pouch was way too small to contain my
large balls.  They were going to stick out of the sides at the bottom of it.
And when I started to get hard, where the fuck was all of my cock going to
go?  The straps on the sides, where I usually store my cock when it starts
to get out of control, were only about a half inch wide, way too small to
contain my cock.  Wearing this thing I couldn't be more on display if I were
fucking nude!!

I put the suit--I mean, underwear--on, walked out of the changing booth with
the towel wrapped around my waist, and walked back to the attendant.

"Hey, Dude," I said.  "There must be some mistake.  This thing is just way
too small."

"Sorry, Sir.  Let me have a look at the instructions I've been given."  He
looked down at a piece of paper and then at another.

"Everything seems to be in order, Sir.  I gave you exactly what I was
instructed to give you.  Why don't you let me have a look at it?"

I dropped the towel so he could look at it.  By that time my cock was at its
full 12", and it had nowhere to go, so it was coming out of the top of the
"suit."  However, the whole prospect of everyone's seeing me was beginning
to excite me, being the natural exhibitionist that I am, even though I knew
this wasn't the time to pursue that innate need.

"I see what you mean, Sir," the attendant said, as he turned red and gulped
hard, desperately trying to keep his composure.  "But you can trust me, Sir.
  The attorneys would not have given you the swimsuit you have on if they
didn't have a good reason."  And with that he looked at me and gave me a
another big smile and a wink.

I thought to myself, "What the fuck's going on here?"  I didn't know, but I
decided I was going to find out.

"Is that so," I said to the attendant, as I smiled and winked back at him.
As I did, I glanced down at his package which was now itself starting to
show signs of growth.  He apparently didn't expect this, so he moved a
little more behind his counter, seemingly trying to conceal himself.  It was
so cute.

"Yes, Sir," he said, a little sheepishly.  Hmmmmm, I thought.  This might be
a little fun.

"Well, then, I guess I'll have to make the most of it," I said.  "Please lay
some towels out on my chair.  I'll swim a few laps till you get it ready.
Oh, and get me a beer and some suntan oil also.  I'll need your assistance
in rubbing suntan oil all over me--and I mean ALL over me, if you catch my
drift--when I'm done with my laps.  You don't mind, do you?"

"Uh, I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that, Sir."

"I don't think you have to worry about that, Dude," I said.  "You just leave
that to me--unless you'd prefer NOT to do it?  I certainly don't want you to
do anything you don't want to do," I said, smiling broadly at him as I
winked again and ran my tongue slowly over my lips.

"Uh, Sir," he said, after hesitating a few seconds.  "I can't think of
anything else I'd rather do than get my hands on that monster . . . uh . . .
I'm really sorry, Sir.  What I mean is . . . ."

"I know EXACTLY what you mean, Dude," I said, with a big, naughty smile on
my face.  "You're not the first man who's wanted to get their hands on this
monster, though it's the first time I've ever heard it called that, and I
think I like it, actually.  And by the way, Babe, you're fucking cute.  I
think I'd really like you to get your hands on it!  So if you'd like to get
your hands on this monster, get your cute little ass moving!"

"Yes, Sir!" he said, as he rushed to get the things I had asked for.

As the attendant went about his duties, I went up to the pool, painfully
slowly, so all the attorneys around and in the pool could have a good look
at my package--and they did.  I dove in and started swimming.  After about 10
laps, I looked up, and the attendant was standing by my chair smiling at me.
  He had placed towels on my chair, and he had also placed the glass of beer
and the bottle of suntan oil he had brought on a small table beside my
chair.  I left the pool and sat down on the chair.  The attendant handed me
the glass of beer.

"Your beer, Sir."

"Thank you," I replied.  I took a long drink of the beer and set it back
down on the table.  Then I turned over on my back.

"Please start applying the suntan oil now," I told the attendant.

As he started to rub the oil on my back, Ted walked up and asked me whether
I'd prefer to have the masseur assist me.  I told him no thanks, I'd prefer
to have the attendant do it if that was all right because he'd provided such
good assistance with my swim suit.  Ted said that would be fine.  I could
have whatever I wanted.

The attendant finished oiling my back and then oiled the backs of my legs
and arms.  I then asked him to take off my swim suit so he could oil my ass
because I didn't want to get any tan lines--not that I was likely to get any
tan lines, given how skimpy the suit was.  I said this in a rather loud
voice so everyone would know what I told him.  I leaned over and whispered
to him to play with my asshole some after he was done oiling my ass.  He
chuckled.

As the attendant started massaging my asshole, I started groaning with
pleasure.  He giggled.  Everyone watched the two of us intently.  After a
couple of minutes I whispered to him that it was enough and that I was going
to turn over so he could do my front.

"You're not going to turn over and let everyone see that monster of yours,
are you?" he said quietly.

"Why not?" I answered just as quietly.  "That's what all these horny
attorneys want, isn't it?  That's why they put me in this skimpy pair of
mesh underwear, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," he said, with an almost evil-like smile.

"OK, then get up and get back a few steps so they can all get a good look."
The attendant laughed out loud but tried to stifle it as much as he could.

I got up in a pushup position just enough to turn over.  I paused for a
second just long enough so that my huge cock and balls had enough time to
fall, thus pointing straight down in all their glory.  Then I went to a
kneeling position just long enough so they would come to rest heavily
between my legs, thus disappearing temporarily from view.  I'm a fucking
tease, almost as much as I am an exhibitionist.

Finally, I flipped over onto my back.  Naturally, my huge cock and balls
ended up resting helter-skelter between my legs in one messy clump, so I had
to grab them, the cock with one hand--of course, one hand covers just a small
part of it--and the balls with the other, in order to reposition them between
my legs exactly where they belong.  I deliberately took much longer to
accomplish this than I needed.

All the while I could see out of the corner of my eyes that many, many eyes
were watching the show.  But I never looked at anyone directly.  And as I
put both hands on my package, I let my eyes roll up into the back of my head
pretending to be giving myself intense pleasure.  I pulled the foreskin back
and forth gently with one hand, using some precum to lubricate the head of
my cock gently with the index finger of my other hand.  God I'm good!  What
a fucking tease I am!!

After about 15 seconds I stopped.  The attendant needed no cue.  He started
oiling my chest and eventually started on my arms.

"Sir, . . . "the attendant started.

"It's `Lance,' Dude.  Once you've massaged someone's asshole, you don't call
him `Sir' anymore."  We both started chuckling.  Everyone must have noticed
we were having a lot of fun and wondered what we were saying to each other.

"Sure, Lance.  And I guess you should know the name of the dude who was
massaging your asshole, too, that is, if you're interested," he said,
incredibly playfully.  He was a fucking tease, too.  He bent down and dared
to give me a quick kiss.  His lips were incredibly soft and moist.

I pulled his head back down and gave him a long, passionate kiss.  I would
have thought it might have shocked him.  It didn't because he responded as
if we'd been lovers forever.  And he was fucking good.  I mean GOOD!  His
lips and his tongue knew just where to go and how long to stay there.

"Does that answer your question, Babe?" I asked.

"It's Josh, Lance, Josh."

"Where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that, Dude, I mean, Josh?"

"I've been fortunate, Lance.  I've had some fantastic boyfriends who've been
great kissers."

"You have, Babe.  I can count on my hand the number of men and boys whom
I've been with who can kiss as well or better than you, Josh.  And I've
kissed more men than you'll ever be with, Babe.  Trust me."

"You're just being nice to me, Lance."

"No, I really mean it."

"Thanks, Lance.  But everyone's looking at us.  Let me finish you up here."

"OK.  But you've still got the good parts to do."

"Yeah, I know.  This might get even more interesting."

Josh was right, not only about the immediate situation but about what was
going to happen throughout the rest of the day, though I didn't know it yet.
  As for the immediate situation, even more attorneys had gathered nearby
and were watching the show intently.

It wasn't clear to me whether all of them approved, but it was totally clear
that they were all so fucking turned on that they weren't sure what to do.
Some of them were massaging their crotches.  The older ones seemed to be
more obvious about it than the younger ones.  But it seemed they were all
trying not to let me see they were doing it.

I wasn't really sure what to make of all of it yet.  It was obvious these
guys knew I was gay since they had contacted me through the gay and lesbian
group at school.  And it was obvious they wanted to see my package because
of the "swimsuit" they gave me.

Did they want me to do what I was doing?  Or were they testing me to see if
I could keep myself under control?  Well, I had already failed that test.
Were they doing something else?

As far as I was concerned, I was going with the flow.  I might as well be
myself and see where it got me.  I was a horny bitch with a huge cock, and
they might as well know it now.  If they didn't like it, then they could
find someone else to hire.

Josh oiled my legs and feet, taking care to go slowly and do the best he
could to act like he was trying to avoid my package when he oiled my legs up
near my crotch.  This wasn't all that easy given the size of my package.
Naturally, he grazed it from time to time.  I groaned when he did, more
loudly than I really needed to.

Then he took off my sun glasses and placed them on the table.  He looked
down at me and smiled and then oiled my face.  As he finished with my face I
opened my eyes and looked up into his gorgeous face.

"This is it, Babe," I said to him.  "You want to go for it?"

"Hey, Dude," he said.  "When do you think I'll ever get a crack at something
like that ever again?  Of course I want to go for it!"

"OK, Babe.  Oil me up down there.  Let's start slow.  Let's make it look
like you're really seducing me, just for show."

Josh giggled, then kissed me gently, put oil generously on both his hands,
and started rubbing it all over my huge cock and balls.  It didn't take long
till my cock was totally erect.  The boy was a natural.  I've never had
anyone work a foreskin better than he did.  With one hand working over the
monster and one hand gently massaging my huge balls, I felt sensations I'd
never felt before.  He was so fucking good!  I started moaning and groaning,
much to the delight of everyone else there.  I got louder and louder.  I was
getting closer and closer to having an orgasm.

After about five minutes, Josh stopped, retrieved my "suit," slid it back up
my legs, under my hips, and over my package.  He smiled, and gave me a long,
soft, passionate kiss.

"I hate to get you so turned on and leave, Babe, but I shouldn't make you
cum in front of everyone.  I'm not sure how everyone would react to that."

"I suppose you're right, Josh," I reluctantly agree.  "Thanks for applying
the oil, and for the beer, too.  It was fucking great.  Really!  I can't
understand how someone so young can be such a whore," I said, winking at
him.

"Thanks.  I'll take that for a compliment.  And, I hope you won't take
offense, Lance, but I can tell you're just about the biggest slut I've ever
met."  He giggled, smiled, and gave me another quick peck.

"How'd you know?" I said, with a big smile on my face, as he rose from his
kiss.

"You'd better sun yourself for only about a half hour or so," he said, "and
then swim a few laps.  That's about all the time you have left before
someone will be by to pick you up to play tennis."

"OK, Babe.  Thanks again."

"Oh, and Dude, I mean, Lance.  I really hope you get an offer and accept a
position with the firm so we can do this again and again, and much, much
more, too."

He gave me yet another quick kiss, then he picked up the bottle of oil and
left.

After sunning myself for awhile, I decided to get into the pool and swim a
few laps to cool off.  I was still horny as hell, but the cool water helped
shrink my hard on and relieve the horniness, at least a little.

A few minutes later, someone I hadn't yet met came up to me in the pool.

"Hi Lance.  I'm Paul.  We'll be starting our tennis game in about 10
minutes.  Better get out of that, uh, suit and into your tennis clothes
right away.  Go over there to the gorgeous Italian stud in the red shorts.
He's got your tennis clothes and will show you where to change into them."

"OK, Paul.  Be right with you."

I got out of the pool, dried off, and hurried over to the Italian stud.
God, Paul was right.  He was definitely gorgeous, and he was definitely a
stud.  Sounded like Paul might be gay too.  That was certainly OK with me.
He wasn't bad either.

The stud smiled broadly at me and glanced at my ass.  I couldn't resist
teasing him.

"You like it, Dude?" I asked him.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Sir," he answered quickly.

"I don't mind, Stud.  I like all the attention I can get."

He blushed.  "Please don't tell anyone.  I'm new here.  I might get in
trouble."

"Your secret's safe with me, Stud.  By the way, I think you're fucking hot
as hell, and I know of at least one other attorney here who does, too."

"Thanks, Dude.  Here are your tennis clothes.  There's the place to change.
If anyone asks, please say that we never talked about this."

"Sure.  No problem.  I promise.  As long as you promise to think of me the
next time you're fucking some dude's tight little ass."

"Oh, fuck, Dude.  You're killing me here."

"OK, OK.  I'll be right back.  As far as anyone else is concerned, I was
just asking you how you like working here, and you were telling me you love
it."

"Thanks, Dude.  Thanks a lot."

I changed into my tennis clothes.  Just like the swim suit, the tennis
clothes were about two sizes too small and hugged my ass, package, chest,
and arms like a second skin.  The legs of the shorts were cut nearly as high
as my crotch.

Naturally, they provided no jock strap or any other undergarment.  I didn't
bother to ask for one, though, because I knew what the answer would be.  But
I really didn't need one.  The shorts were so tight that I didn't have to
fear my cock or balls would fall through the legs.

All the clothes were also as sheer as they could possibly be without being
absolutely obscene.  Nevertheless, the location of my package was clearly
visible at all times, and the shirt was so tight that my nipples, pecs, abs,
triceps, and biceps were always on display.  Naturally, as I suspected, when
I got to the tennis courts I found that no one else was wearing anything as
short, tight, or as remotely transparent.

Before I ran to the tennis court, however, I gave my "suit" to the Italian
stud.  I reminded him that the ass he seemed to like--mine, that is--had spent
about an hour pent up tightly in the "suit", so he might want to consider
keeping it as a trophy, that is, if he thought it wouldn't get him into any
trouble.  He looked at me with daggers in his eyes but with a smile at the
same time.  God, how I love being a flirtatious bitch!

We played tennis for about an hour.  That was all I could take.  I wasn't
that good because I was so out of practice.  I kept apologizing for my
mistakes and finally couldn't stand my ineptitude any longer.

Paul said that it was OK because they were just about ready to start riding.
  He motioned to where the stable boy was.

"See him, and he'll set you up with a riding outfit and a horse.  Leave your
tennis clothes with him, too."

I went to the stable boy.  He was so fucking cute and only about 15.  Be
still my heart!  I just knew he had to be a virgin.  I can ALWAYS sense it,
and I'm NEVER wrong about it.  It was killing me that I couldn't seduce him
right then and there and pop his cherry.  I'm such a lech!  I seriously
considered possibly sacrificing my chances with the firm to go for it, but I
kept myself under control that time.  It was one of the hardest things I've
ever done.

He gave me a riding outfit and showed me where to change.  This outfit
really turned me on.  I'd never been in a real riding outfit complete with
high black leather boots.  The breeches were soooo fucking tight--naturally
that the only place I had for the monster was to slide it down along side my
right leg where the pants squeezed it firmly into place.

Once again, naturally, no jock strap or undergarment was provided.  This
time I worried if I might hurt myself, though.  My big fucking balls my
really get squeezed bouncing up and down on that leather saddle.  I guess
I'd have to tuck them down the right leg, too.  Fortunately, my sac hangs
low enough that that worked.

The shirt was the traditional white, but it was a tight, form-fitting, thin,
Lycra shirt that hugged my body like a glove, whereas everyone else's was
loose and made of cotton.  They also must have put some chemical substance
on the area where my nipples touched the shirt because as soon as I put it
on, my nipples became cool and hard and stayed that way until I took it off.

I wish I'd been able to get a picture of myself in the riding outfit to show
Matt.  I looked great!  I could have been a character in a porn movie
fucking the proverbial underage stable boy.  I wondered what he had in his
pants.  I stared at his package until I caught his attention, smiled, and
winked at him.  He got red in the face.  He smiled too but turned away.
God, I wanted to fuck the little bitch!

Soon I was out riding with five attorneys.  We trotted and galloped around
for about two hours.  It was a lot of fun, though they seemed to eye my
crotch and nipples every chance they got.  And they all had BIG smiles on
their faces whenever they did.  Not to be outdone, I always smiled back, and
sometimes even glanced at their packages, making sure to give them the
impression that it didn't bother me at all how much they wanted to stare at
what I had to offer.

After the first hour or so, I thought my ass was going to be very sore for
awhile.  I wasn't sure whether Matt would be able to fuck it after I got
back home for a long, long time.  Guess I'd just have to fuck him.  That
made me chuckle a little.

When we returned to the stables, we all gave our horses to the stable boy.
The other men then went into the house where their clothes were and where
they said they would shower.  They told me that the stable boy had the
clothes I would need for lunch.

The stable boy showed me where the shower was and gave me a towel.  When I
was done showering and had dried off, I walked out into another room.  He
walked in with another towel, pointed to a sink, and said that's where I
could shave.  I took off my towel to give to the stable boy.  He noticed my
huge cock and swallowed hard.

"God!" he said before he could catch himself.

"What the matter?" I said, knowing full well what the problem was.

"Nothing, Sir.  I'm sorry."

"Speak up, Dude.  Don't be shy.  I won't tell anyone."

"No, Sir.  I shouldn't say anything.  Please!  Just forget it."

I had an eerie feeling at this point.  I noticed that the whole room was
full of mirrors going almost from floor to ceiling.  Then it hit me: the
room was surrounded by two-way mirrors.  The poor stable boy didn't dare say
anything because we were being watched, probably listened too as well, and
he knew it.

"No problem, Dude.  I understand.  I really wish you didn't have to leave,
though.  You're cute as hell," I said, as I winked at him.

"Thanks," he said, red-faced.  "I really wish I could stay, too, uh, Sir,"
he added, as he gave me a weak smile and glanced again quickly at my
package.  He showed me where the razor and shaving cream were and left
quickly.

I shaved and brushed my teeth as fast as I could.  Then I decided I'd have
some fun with the lecherous bitches on the other side of the mirrors.  And,
being the exhibitionist that I am, this was going to be a lot of fun.

I took some shaving cream, smeared it on the monster, getting it hard and to
its full 12" length.  Then I started jerking off.  Just to look like I had
no idea I was being watched or listened to, I kept looking in the direction
where the stable boy had left, as if I was concerned he might return.
However, I knew no one would actually come in before I finished because they
were all enjoying the show too much.  It was exquisite revenge on the whole
bunch of them.

There I was, standing with my size 13 feet planted firmly on the floor about
four feet apart, leaning slightly back at the waist, jerking off my huge,
uncut, thick, 12" in length and 7-1/2 "in girth cock.  My huge balls, which
are somewhere between the size of golf and tennis balls, hung half way down
to my knees in a huge sac.  I made sure they swung back and forth, almost
obscenely, as I squeezed the thick foreskin slowly up and down over the huge
head of the monster as I groaned deeply in extreme ecstasy.  I was already
dripping copious amounts of precum.

There was the one additional trait of the monster that I wondered whether
all the attorneys were aware of before then.  They probably were, since they
knew everything else about me.  But if not, I was going to make sure they
were now by taking as long as I could to finish the show and make them view
the monster forward, backward, sideways, up, down, and every other way I
could think of.

As I mentioned at the beginning of my narrative, my cock is inexplicably
dark compared to the rest of my pale body.  I must have had a Spaniard,
Italian, Greek, or Black man in my ancestry who bequeathed me his enormous,
gorgeous fucking cock.  The contrast of my dark cock and my fair skin make
the combination look incredible!

I will always be in debt to my dark ancestor, however far back in my
ancestry he was, for the unbelievable life of fucking I enjoy as a result of
his fucking his way into my family.  My huge, dark cock is a man magnet that
gives me complete power over any gay man I've ever met.  In addition, most
straight men are mesmerized by it when they see it and want to touch it at
the very least.  They usually end up begging me to let them jerk it off and
many end up doing do even more with it.

I stretched the masturbation show out for about 15 minutes as I moaned and
groaned--more than was really warranted.  I flexed various muscles to
accentuate my actions to show the pleasure was making me tense up.
Sometimes as I jerked I tightened my abs.  This looked great.  Sometimes I
tensed my quads--also a fantastic look.  Sometime I tightened the biceps and
triceps as I stroked, which looked even better because it looked like I was
squeezing the shit out of the monster.  But, of course, the all time
favorite is pulling hard on the nipples with one hand while you jerk with
the other.  If I didn't know better, I swear I heard all of the bitches on
the other side of the mirrors groan when I did that.

I made the violent thrusts directly toward the mirrors and in all directions
since I wasn't sure exactly where all the lecherous attorneys were
positioned on the other side of the mirrors.  I sometimes even shoved the
fingers of the hand I wasn't using to jerk off up my ass as far as I could
get it.  I jerked violently as if I had reached my prostate and was
massaging it successfully to my ultimate pleasure.  A couple of times I
turned my ass to the mirrors and made them watch me shove my finger(s) up my
ass.

As I got close to cumming, I started to verbalize my pleasure in order to
make the show more enjoyable for the spectators.

"Oh, fuck!  Jesus!  Damn!  Shit!  Oh, that's so fucking good," I said, as I
threw my head back and rolled my eyes back into my head.  Then I looked with
satisfaction directly into the mirrors and smiled broadly.

"Good, look at that big mother fucking cock!  It's sooooo fucking big!  What
a huge monster!  You're such a fucking man magnet!!  What a delicious
fucking curse!!  You're such a lucky fucking whore!!!"  Then I let loose a
deep guttural laugh.

Then I started stroking myself as I lost all control.  "Damn, that's such a
big cock!  Squeeze that shit out, fucker, squeeze that jizz out!!  Oh, fuck!
  Oh, mother fuck!!  Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . OH OH OH OH OH OH !!!!"

Finally, I came, and I came, and I came, as I leaned back as far as I could
at the waist without losing my balance so I looked like I was shooting a gun
from a holster.  I shot all over the mirrors, one rope in each of the three
directions, then a second one, just so everyone had a shot at being "hit."
I hoped it looked to them like the cum was shooting right at them.

Then I had a brilliant thought: I licked the cum off the mirrors, smearing
it with my tongue as I did it, just to drive them completely insane.  And,
as I licked up the cum, I fucked the mirrors, rubbing the still-erect
monster up and down the length of the mirrors, and I groaned a hoarse, deep,
load groan.  And I was careful to make the foreskin come in and out as I
fucked the mirrors.  It was one incredible show.

After it was done, I cleaned myself and everything else up, acting a little
gun shy, like I wanted to make sure no one ever found out what I had done,
and like I was waiting for the stable boy to return with my clothes, that
is, as if I knew nothing was going on behind the mirrors.  But instead of
the stable boy, two cute young attorneys came in from the direction the
stable boy had left.

"Wow, Lance!" one of them said.  "The stable boy was right.  You've
definitely got quite a package: cock and balls both!"

"Thanks . . . I guess . . . guys.  What's going on?  Why don't I have my
lunch clothes yet?"

"You'll understand all that in just a few seconds," the other one said.
"Come along with us."

"Whoa, Dudes!  I don't want to go out anywhere without my clothes."

"Listen, Lance," the first one said.  "You haven't got anything to worry
about.  You're going to have to trust us on this, Lance.  Think about
everything that has happened since the limo picked you up at your apartment
yesterday.  Do you think we'd have gone to all this trouble and expense just
to embarrass you and then never see you again?  Do you think one third-year
law school law student is worth all that?"  He smiled and then winked at me.

"No, that doesn't sound too logical, I guess," I replied.

"OK, then.  Let's go."

The two of them led me through the back of the stables through a long
hallway.  Next we went down another hallway to a door at the end of it.  The
two attorneys opened the door and then motioned for me to go through it
first.  When I did, I looked in front of me into a large room.  In the room
were all the attorneys of the law firm, the 25 good-looking attorneys I'd
had dinner with the evening before and a few other good-looking ones that
hadn't been able to attend the dinner.  They were all looking at me and
applauding wildly.

"Welcome, Lance.  I'm Jim, the partner-in-charge of our firm.  Sorry I
wasn't able to have dinner with you last evening.  Please come in and join
us."

I couldn't believe it!  I was completely nude in front of about 30 good
looking attorneys who were all dressed!!  What the fuck was going on?  Were
they crazy?  Was I crazy?  It didn't look like they'd planned an orgy.
Otherwise they would have been nude.  What were these lecherous
professionals--esteemed members of the bar, no less--up to?

Nevertheless, I decided I was going to play along and find out what was
going on.  I'd come this far, so why chicken out now?  Besides, it's not
like I'd ever been ashamed to display my body.  I mean, I'd been a stripper
and an escort in college.  And if these bitches wanted a fucking show, I'd
give it to them.

So, I swaggered a little as I walked into the room to encourage my cock and
balls to sway back and forth.  I figured I'd exhibit my wares just as much
as I could.  It was getting obvious to me by now that they liked what they
saw, and they wanted to see it--all of it.  I thought, let's make the bitches
suffer!

"As you have probably gathered by now, Lance," Jim continued, "we have a
rather unusual law firm."

"Yes, Sir, I would have to say that's quite an understatement."

The attorneys laughed raucously.

"Calm down, guys.  Please call me `Jim,' Lance."

"OK, Jim."

"Lance, as you may have also gathered by now, everyone who works at our firm
is gay.  Of course, we know you're gay, too.  We know basically everything
about you.  The only thing we didn't know about you was just exactly how
well endowed you were, though our investigation had quite accurately
indicated that in your case it was quite substantial.

"You see, not only do you have to be gay and have excellent academic
credentials to join our firm, your cock has to be at least 8" when erect
uncut or 9" when erect cut to be accepted.  This latter qualification,
however, is something we almost never can determine precisely until we
conduct a second interview here.  Of course, in your case, your reputation
from your days as an escort indicated you had more than enough to meet our
requirements.

"In addition to working at our firm, our attorneys must also join our
exclusive gay gym.  The gym's members actively engage in gay sex with each
other while at the gym.  If you accept our offer to work at our firm, you
must accept those conditions as well.

"We find this arrangement especially advantageous to new associates because
it provides an outlet for their sexual needs, which tend to be great at
their age.  Furthermore, young associates usually have very little time and
effort to spend finding sexual partners, given the pressure to charge a
large amount of billable hours for the first few years they are at our firm.

"Lance, your substantial endowment would be a special addition to our firm
and especially to our gym.  The largest endowment we currently have is a 10"
length by 6" girth cock, and yours surpasses that significantly.  You would,
therefore, be in constant demand at the gym, more so than any other member
of the firm, and we would therefore have to take special measures to enable
you to provide your services to our members on a fair and equal basis.

"As you well know, Lance, your 12" length by 7˝" girth cock is an incredible
gift that gives you incredible power over men.  We are offering you an
opportunity to use that power to your advantage and to be compensated for it
handsomely.  This is something that you are not going to find anywhere else.

"In short, Lance, we need you.  We need your huge cock.  We are admitting to
you openly our weakness and our vulnerability like no one else would ever
do.  Furthermore, it doesn't hurt that you're incredibly attractive and well
built.  You could have an incredible life here, Lance.  You would be
effectively the `King of the Gym.'

"As for your salary, I think you will be pleased with this offer: associates
are offered $20,000 per inch of cock, plus an additional $10,000 if uncut,
plus a $50,000 signing bonus if uncut.  That amounts to, in your case,
$300,000 the first year, and $250,000 each year after that, not including
COLA and merit raises.  We will also provide you with a Ferrari, as the
`King of the Gym,' something we do not provide other attorneys, as well as
moving expenses.

"In addition, we guarantee you will make partner within four years provided
you demonstrate a minimally acceptable level of performance as an attorney,
since we realize your responsibilities at the gym will require a lot of your
time and effort.

"You should know, however, that additional duties will be required of you in
your capacity as the so-called `King of the Gym.'  For these duties you
would receive an additional $50,000 per year.  If you think you might be
interested in joining the firm based on everything else we have discussed so
far, we can discuss what your additional duties at the gym would be over the
phone tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.  We ask that you give us you
answer within one week after we discuss those additional duties.

"Finally, before we have lunch, as an expression of our appreciation for
considering our offer and for everything we have put you through today, you
are entitled to one additional consideration right now, whether or not you
decide to accept our offer.  You may select anyone here to give you a blow
job, and anyone here whom you may fuck or whom you may have fuck you now, in
front of all of us.

"Wow, Jim!  I'm speechless.  Let me say that, at the moment, although I
would like to let this all sink in for a day or two, I'm about 99% sure I'll
be accepting your offer, assuming I have no problem with the additional
duties required at the gym and provided a few other minor things can be
worked out."

Uproarious applause broke out among the attorneys.

"In addition, from what I can see in front of me, I look forward to fucking
all of you as soon and as often as possible."

More applause and laughter broke out.

"As for the immediate blow job and the fuck, let me see . . . let me have
all the blond-haired, blue-eyed associates who have been here for two years
or less come up here."

"You heard him, guys.  Those who qualify, get up here.  Now!" Jim said.

Three gorgeous young men ran up in front of me.  I selected the cutest,
youngest-looking one with the cutest ass.

"He'll do," I said, "for the blow job, that is."

He started to go for my cock like a starved man who hadn't eaten in over a
week.

"Not so fast," I said.  "Wait just a second."

"Now I'd like to have everyone who has never been fucked in the ass come
here.  And don't tell me there's no one here among nearly 30 attorneys who's
never been fucked because I won't believe it.  There's always at least one."

The attorneys all chuckled.  After a few seconds, a few attorneys stepped
forward, all of them obviously quite embarrassed.  Jim was one of them.  I
winked at him.  He was kind of cute, but he really wasn't my type.  He
wasn't blond.  He was dark.

"You want to be the first one at the firm I fuck, Jim?" I said softly as I
smiled at him.

"Like I said, Lance, it's your choice."

I could tell by the look on Jim's face that although he'd like to have me be
the first one to fuck him, this was not the right time or place for it.  So
I whispered in his ear that I'd be glad to fuck him sometime in private, but
I thought it'd be better to choose someone else at that time.

Jim said he thought that might be best, though if I didn't accept the offer,
he wanted me to promise him to come back and fuck him some other time.  I
told him he was a whore.  He laughed and said most of the attorneys there
were.

There were two others.  One was a very young associate, blond, blue-eyed,
and tall.  I asked Jim what the kid's story was.  Jim said he had played
sports in college.  He was shy.  He was exclusively a top.  Apparently
that's why no one had fucked him before.  I thought this was the perfect one
to tame.  I'm such a naughty, nasty bitch.

"You," I said, as I motioned to the kid.  "I think you'll be the one I
fuck."

"Yes, Lance," he said as he approached me.  He leaned into me and put his
mouth to my ear.  He was shaking he was so terrified.  "But please be gentle
with me, Lance.  I'm scared to death.  You're so fucking big.  Please don't
hurt me. Please," he said, begging me.

I whispered back in his ear.  "Trust me, Baby.  It'll hurt at first, but
I'll prepare you as much as I can so it hurts as little as possible.  And in
any case, by the time I'm done, you'll be thanking me that I did, and you'll
be coming back over and over asking for more.  I promise.  You'll wonder why
you've always been only a top."

"Thanks, Lance.  I'll trust you," he said, and kissed me softly on my ear.

I then motioned for Jim that I wanted to whisper something in his ear.  He
walked over to me.  I told him I wanted to fuck the stable boy, and I wanted
him to arrange it ASAP.  Jim smiled and said he'd see what he could do.
Then he told me I was a nasty lech.  I told him that he must already know
that since he knew everything else about me.  He laughed and said,
"Absolutely!"

I then told Jim I was sure the stable boy was a virgin and I wanted him to
arrange that he stay that way till I started working there.  If he did, I'd
consider it a BIG favor.  Jim smiled at me and said in that case he'd REALLY
see what he could do.  I told him he wouldn't regret it.

"Jim," I then said out loud to everyone present.  "I've got one more thing I
need to say at this point to everyone present."

"Go ahead, Lance.  Listen up everyone."

"Gentlemen, I am currently in a very committed relationship.  Matt, my
partner, is a first-year law student at my law school.  He is the love of my
life.  I would literally take a bullet for him.  It is tearing both of us up
inside that we have to break up in just a few months, but we both know we
have to move on at the end of the school year.

"Given that inevitability, the two of us are cramming as many memories into
these final months as we can, both sexual and romantic.  I don't want to do
anything to ruin that in any way, such as being unfaithful here today.
Therefore, I'd like to defer my sexual liaisons with these two beautiful
young men until shortly after I join the firm later this spring, or, if you
are unwilling to do that, I would prefer to decline your offer of the
services of these two men with no offense intended."

"Lance," Jim began, "We all know how important Matt is to you, and we want
you to know how much we sincerely sympathize with the situation in which you
find yourself with regard to that relationship.  Therefore, I believe I
speak for everyone here when I say that we respect and admire your desire to
avoid any interference with your relationship with Matt before it has ended.
  Therefore, I grant your request.  You may defer your liaisons until you
join the firm.  Just notify me as soon as you can after you start with us
when you wish to follow through, and I'll make the necessary arrangements."

"Thanks, Jim," I said.  "I think I'll be really happy here.  I know for sure
that the monster is going to like it here."

Everyone laughed again.

The stable boy then brought me my lunch clothes.  After he handed them to
me, Jim signaled him.  He went over see Jim.  Jim whispered something in his
ear.  The boy turned beat red, but smiled a little also.  The boy then came
back over to me and whispered into my ear.  I had already put on my clothes.

"Sir, I'm very flattered, but your cock.  It's so big.  And I'm a virgin.  I
don't think I could do it.  Mr. Jim says I must, but I'm very, very scared.
Do I have to?"

"Son, please don't be scared.  I am an expert on this.  With boys your age,
I take a long time to do this.  I prepare you for three days before we
finally do it.  Please trust me.  I won't pretend that it won't hurt a
little.  But I promise you that once it's over, you will thank me, and
you'll come back to me over and over and ask me to do it again and again.
With you trust me?"

"Yes, Sir," he said, with a big grin.  "In that case, it sounds like fun."

"But you must promise me not to do it with anyone else till I do it with you
in a few months, OK?"

"Yes, Sir.  I promise."

"Good," I said, and I gave him a sweet little kiss on his soft lips.  It was
delicious.  He was surprised, but he obviously liked it, though he got very
embarrassed when he realized so many others were watching.

We all sat down to a sumptuous lunch.  Afterward, we left the estate.  I was
driven by limo directly to the airport where I boarded the private jet back
home.  When I landed, another limo took me back to the apartment.  When I
opened the door, Matt was waiting for me, anxiously wanting to hear all
about the trip.  I told him everything.

"That's un-fucking believable!" he said, after I completed the whole story.

"I know," I said, "but I swear it's all true."

"Good God, Babe!  You'll never lack for sex again.  I'm soooooooooo jealous
already."

"You shouldn't be, Babe, because I have a big surprise for you."

"What, Babe?" he asked.

"Spring break is in two weeks, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well, we're going to Paris and Monte Carlo."

"You know I can't afford that, Babe!"

"Who said you're going to pay for anything?"

"Lance, I can't let you do that."

"Babe, didn't you just hear the salary I'm going to be making?"

"I know, but that's your money, Lance, not mine."

"Babe, as long as we're married, and we'll be married for a couple more
months, what's mine is yours."

"You mean it, Lance?  Paris?  And Monte Carlo?"

"Yup.  Your passport up to date?"

"Don't have one."

"Well, we'll get that started tomorrow.  Right now I've got to make travel
and hotel reservations."

"I don't fucking believe all this is happening!"

"Believe it, Matt.  Now you get started studying.  You'll have to really hit
the books for the next couple of weeks so you can justify being away from
them for 9 days.  After we get back, your 1st year 2nd semester exams will
be less that one month away."

"You got it, Babe.  By the way, I missed you so much last night when I had
to sleep alone.  Except for the days you were in the hospital, it was the
first time we hadn't slept together since Christmas break.  And even when
you were in the hospital, at least I was there with you."

"I know.  I really missed you, too.  Especially not getting my goodnight
kiss."

"And by the way, Babe," he continued, "I REALLY do appreciate it that you
decided not to have sex with those two attorneys.  You really didn't have to
do it.  That could have hurt your chances, you know.  You took a risk just
for me.  I'll never forget it, and I'll always love you for it."

"Go on.  You talk too much.  You'll make me well up," I said.  Then I pulled
him down and kissed him long and hard.  "I love you too, you big lug.  Now
go study."

"On the other hand, you didn't have to enjoy kissing that fucking pool
attendant Josh so much.   And you also didn't have to arrange to proposition
a 15-year-old virgin stable boy whom you'll get to fuck and pop his cherry
as soon as you get there," he said, feigning being a little angry and a
little hurt.  But I knew he was joking.

We both fell into each others' arms laughing.  I reached up and pulled down
his head to mine again and kissed him.  The kiss seemed to last forever.  It
was soft and deep and hot and wet.  We didn't want it ever to end.  Finally
I slowly released his soft lips and looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

"He didn't kiss half as well as you do, Babe," I said.

"That's right, Babe.  And don't you ever fucking forget it!"

"I won't, Matt.  I promise."

"And as for the virgin stable boy, please, babe, you know that's my biggest
weakness.  At least I kept myself from fucking him while I was there.  That
was one of the hardest things I've ever done.  You've got to give me credit
for that--a lot."

"I know, Babe, I know.  All in all, you really were a very good boy.  The
bitches really did tempt you constantly, didn't they?  It's amazing you
didn't start fucking the minute you got in the limo here, fuck on the plane
there, fuck in the limo to the hotel, fuck at a gay club, fuck at the hotel,
fuck in the limo to the estate, fuck the pool attendant, fuck the tennis
clothes attendant, fuck someone on the tennis court, fuck someone while
riding horses, fuck the stable boy, fuck a young attorney, get blown by a
young attorney, fuck in the limo back to the plane, fuck on the place back,
and fuck on the limo ride back here.  That's 16 fucks, and you didn't do
any, so I think you did alright.

"Yeah, when you look at it that way, I guess I was pretty faithful and
passed the temptation test pretty well.  I do love you, Matt.  I can't
imagine ever loving anyone ever again as much as I do you right at this
moment."

"I know, Babe.  I love you more than anything, Lance."

We made love the rest of the night like we knew the end was coming soon but
also like we weren't going to let it bother us.  It was one of the best
sexual experiences we ever had.  It was romantic, passionate, and nasty all
at the same time.  It wasn't the single most romantic experience we had
together, or the single most passionate, or the single nastiest.  But it was
definitely the single best experience that combined all those elements
together into one, as it went back and forth between all three.  It was
fantastic!  I'll always remember it.  And I've got permanent finger nail
scars in my back to prove that Matt will always remember it also.

God, how much I love him! I thought to myself.  I wanted to pack a lot of
memories into our too-short trip to Paris and Monte Carlo, as well as the
rest of our remaining time together after that.  I owed him so much.  I
already missed him so much.  I had to stop thinking that way or else I
wouldn't be able to enjoy our last next two months together at all.  But I
know it was going to be so hard.  Love is so great; but it really stinks,
too.

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