Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 10:41:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby - Chapter 14

I woke up feeling a cock in my crack.  My own cock was still rock hard.  I
lay there trying to remember the dreams I had.  There was something about
an ass and kissing and control and that didn't seem like the right
connection.

I lay there not wanting to wake Bobby.  I was enjoying the heat of his body
next to mine.  He had one arm circled around my body and was spooning
against my back.  I pondered how wonderful this was and how strange.  I
didn't want to relive the whole previous experience in my mind again.  I
just wanted to lie here and enjoying the here and now.  What an experience
to wake up in bed with someone.  Well, not just someone, but Bobby.  To
know I had slept this close to him all night long was really amazing.

Moments later, I felt Bobby stir behind me.  Then I felt him move his cock
a couple of times up and down my crack.  It made my heart race and my cock
twitch when he did that.  Then he yawned and stretched and nearly pushed me
out of the bed.

"Get up," he instructed.  I swung my legs down and sat on the bed for a
moment, then stood and stretched.  My cock pointing towards the ceiling.  I
had to pee something fierce.  I started to head towards the bathroom and
Bobby said, "Come over here, I have got to get rid of this piss."  He
scooted around and sat on the edge of the bed.

He sat there looking from his hard cock to me and back.  I moved over and
knelt between his legs.  His cock was warm and fragrant as I lowered my
head over the head of it.  I was enjoying the velvety texture of the head
of cock, when I felt and tasted the first of his piss.  Then he began to
really let loose and I had to swallow fast to drink it all down.  It was
more bitter than the other piss of his I had tasted.

But I drank and swallowed it all.  When the flow finished, he lifted my
head off of his dick.  "Not now."  He stood up as I moved back.  I stood up
then.  I reached over and got my bottle out and opened it.  Then I had to
get my now even harder cock into the bottle.  I managed it and had to wait
and relax again as I kept thinking of Bobby's cock in my mouth.

Bobby had dressed in my clothes while I was pissing.  "Sit down and work on
updating your diary.  I'll be back in a bit."  He opened the door and stood
there a moment.  I began to get fearful that someone would walk by and see
me standing there.  But I didn't move.  He smiled his smile and went out
and closed the door.

I sat down and began recounting all that had happened to me yesterday.  I
was overwhelmed by all that had happened.  I couldn't believe that it had
all happened yesterday.  My cock dripped as I typed and remember each
sexual, embarrassing, humiliating thing that happened to me.

I would remember something and go back and add it in.  I typed and typed
and typed and lost all sense of time.  Then I heard the door open and
turned to say hello to Bobby, when I saw him enter with Michelle.  I saw
red right after I saw her.  I was embarrassed and mad at the same time.
She was seeing me naked and hard again.  And she was with Bobby.

I tried to say several things at once and nothing came out. Bobby said,
"Davey, you remember Michelle?"  Michelle came into the room and sat on my
bed.  I could only nod.

Bobby closed he door and came over by the desk. He swiveled my chair around
to face Michelle, so she would be able to see me in my naked and hard
state.  I blushed again.  "Yesterday, you asked me what it was like to fuck
a woman."  I blushed deeper red then. Letting her know I was a virgin with
women, didn't make me feel better.

"So I talked to Michelle about it and she agreed to let you fuck her."  My
blush now covered my body and I couldn't look her in the eyes.  "So
Michelle, why don't you get undressed and get up there on the bed.  It
looks like Davey is ready," he said as he flicked my cock with his fingers
making me flinch.  Michelle dropped her dress and wasn't wearing anything
underneath.  She got up on the bed and spread her legs.  She was using her
index finger to beckon me.  I didn't want to do this, this way.

I looked at Bobby and he was removing his clothes as well.  He was getting
hard as he removed his shorts (my shorts) and underwear (my underwear).
"Come on, Davey, now is your chance."  I didn't understand why he was
getting undressed.

I got up from the chair and moved over and looked down at Michelle.  She
was so different than a man.  Well, Duh!  But I had been looking at men so
intently and so thoroughly, I couldn't imagine a woman's body in the same
way.

I moved up only on the thought that this is what Bobby was telling me to
do, not because of any desire on my part.  I mean there was no revulsion
but it wasn't something that I had expected to do anytime soon.

I moved up to line up on her, when Bobby spoke.  "Just a minute, I want you
ready for this."  I couldn't imagine what he meant by that.  I left a cold
goo on my asshole and realized Bobby's finger was there.  I automatically
pushed back onto his finger.  I moaned as he inserted his finger and
rotated it around.

Then I realized that Michelle was seeing all of this and I grew embarrassed
again.  I was so humiliated having a woman see me respond to a finger in my
ass.  But there was no place to go.  Then Bobby moved up behind me and I
cringed, as I knew what was going to happen.  But my body craved it and I
moved back toward his cock.

He pushed into my roughly and completely then.  And I moaned again,
squeezing down on his cock with my ass.  He then pushed me forward and
guided me into Michelle.  She moaned as I entered her.  I went into her
completely and up to the hilt of my cock.  Bobby twitched his cock in my
ass and my cock twitched in her.

Bobby pulled out several inches.  Then he pulled me back towards him,
pulling me partially out of Michelle.  He leaned forward and whispered in
my ear.  "Now fuck her."

I felt my body heat with the blush that crossed my body then.  She was
seeing me fucked by a man while I fucked her.  How humiliating!  But my
cock swelled in her.  As I moved into her, I moved off of Bobby and when I
moved out I moved onto Bobby.

I realized that if I fucked Michelle, I was being fucked by Bobby and I was
controlling both.  The faster I fucked her, the faster I was fucked by him.
He remained in one spot, letting me do all the work. He kept hitting that
spot in my ass, driving me crazy, making me want to move faster.

Michelle was moaning as I moved in and out of her.  Bobby said, "Davey, is
this your first time being fucked by a man?"  I felt heat rush over my body
again.

"No," I mumbled as I shook my head.

"How many times have you been fucked by a man?"

"Twice."  I kept working myself on his cock, I couldn't stop and that meant
I continued to fuck her.

"And did you like it?"

"Yes!" I was going to loose it, but I couldn't stop the pleasure was too
intense.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And do you do what ever I tell you to do?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"Because I like it, sir."

"Why do you like it, Davey?"

"Because it makes me hot, horny and full of lust." I moan and then said,
"Fuck me, Bobby!"

And Michelle said, "Fuck ME, Davey!"

I picked up the rhythm then, working hard on the dick that was in my ass,
clamping down on it as I wanted the friction to increase on that wonderful
crazy spot in my ass.  Michelle was writhing underneath me as I my
intensity and speed increased.

I started breathing faster and felt my balls tightening up.  I could feel
Bobby tensing up behind me and heard him gasp as well.  I felt a moan
growing inside of me and as it escaped, Michelle and Bobby joined in.  It
built until I felt Bobby begin to shoot into my guts and then I started
shooting into Michelle.

The intensity of my orgasm was beyond anything yet and there had been some
wild ones.  It felt like a pumped 8 or 10 times into her, filling her with
my cum, probably more than Bobby was pumping into me.

I lay there as my breath settled down and my pulse calmed.  Bobby pulled
out of me and sat back on the bed.  Then I slid out of Michelle as she lay
panting.  I had all kinds of feelings going through me.  Humiliation, lust,
shame, sex, wonder, and it all whirled around in my head.  I looked at my
cum covered cock and it was swelling back to readiness again.  What was
wrong me?

I looked at Michelle and then to Bobby.  I could feel his cum beginning to
leak out of my hole as it twitched and flexed.

"I know how much you like eating your own cum.  So why don't you get down
there and eat it out of Michelle."  Shame overwhelmed me again.  I looked
up at Michelle and realized she hadn't said a word since she had come in.
She was smiling and still kept her legs spread.  I could see my cum on her
- cunt, twat, snatch, I didn't know what to call it.

Burning with the heat of embarrassment, I changed positions so I could bend
down and lick my cum out of her.  I concentrated on what I was licking not
where I was licking.  I lapped my cum, but also tasted her.  And I did not
like her taste.  I liked Bobby's taste better.  I lapped until I couldn't
find any more and Michelle quit moaning when I withdrew my mouth.

I sat up on my haunches and looked over my shoulder at Bobby.  He had sat
and watched me.  He then looked at Michelle and said, "Thank you.  Davey,
do you want to tell Michelle thank you as well?"

Embarrassed, I said, "Thank you, Michelle."

She smiled and said, "You are welcome, Davey.  I was glad I could help you
and be your first woman."  Then she giggled and I got redder.

She got up and slipped on her dress and then headed out the door.  Bobby
got up then and walked over to the desk.  I saw him type something and
realized he had just taped the whole fucking thing.  I swore to myself that
I wasn't going to break down emotionally today.  But my stomach twisted as
I thought of that humiliation being recorded.

"Here put these on, we are going running."  Bobby handed me the shorts that
he had me use recently.  This one had a lining, but barely met on the
sides.  I wedged my cock in the lining and pointing to the right.  He was
dressing in my normal running shorts and then had us put on trainers.

With no shirts, we headed outside and onto the path for running.  Bobby set
the pace again and I was hard pressed to keep up with him.  My legs ached
and the running was definitely stretching them.  Again I could feel the cum
beginning to drip out of my ass again.

After we ran for about 5 minutes, Bobby stopped and started our stretching
routine.  He worked me through the our standard set of stretches
wordlessly.  When we finished, he headed out and up the running path.  I
followed him, again watching the sweat on his back as it played on his
muscles.  And watched his ass move in the shorts.  And the muscles on his
legs tightening and releasing as he ran.

He ran on up in to the forest again.  This was becoming a daily routine
now.  Bobby slowed when we reached a clearing, he was hardly breathing
hard.  I was breathing hard.  He had really pushed me today.  Still he had
not said anything.

When my breathing was more normal, he said, "Strip."  It didn't take much,
I pushed down the shorts and stepped out of them, but he told me to take
off my shoes as well.  Now I was truly naked.  My cock was hard and a drop
was on forming on the end of it.  I tried not to look around.  I didn't
move my head, but my eyes did search the area.

"So did you like your first woman?" Bobby asked with his usual smile.

"I really don't know."  I had to be honest.  And I was learning I could be
with Bobby.  Sometimes it came back to bite me, but it still helped to
speak my mind.  "I mean, I was really more in tune with you in my ass, than
I was about my cock in her."

He chuckled.  "I will let you fuck who I say and suck who I say.  I will
control your sex until you can."  That made me pause and think.  It seemed
like there might be a time when I could control things myself.  These was
that word again, "control."

He stepped closer to me and took my cock into his hand.  It made my cock
swell and expand and twitch.  To have someone hold my cock, Wow, what a
feeling!  It made my heart race and I could hear my pulse in my ears.  He
gave it a squeeze and then said, "Now, can you control it?  Can you make it
go soft?"

I expected him to let go, so I could try, but he continued to hold my cock.
I looked up at him and he had that smile on his face.  He squeezed my cock
again.  My heart beat a bit faster.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I took several, trying to slow my
heat rate.  When that was back down, I tried to find that spot I had been
the night before.  I went back to my backpacking trip. I began to build the
picture in my mind.  Soon I could see myself hiking along. I could hear the
creek running near by and see the wildflowers waving in the wind.  I could
smell the pines in the dry mountain air.

It became so real to me, I felt like I spent 5 minutes there when I heard
Bobby say, "Excellent!"

I came back to where I was and looked down and saw that my cock had gone
down in Bobby's hand.  I was amazed, I wouldn't have believed that
possible.  In fact, it began to swell again as I realized Bobby was holding
it.  He laughed.  "Now when you can do that with you eyes open, you will
receive a reward grasshopper!"

My cock continued to swell in his hand, until it return to what seemed its
permanent condition of erection.  Bobby took hold of it and pushed it down
nearly between my legs and let go.  It flipped up and hit me in the
stomach, my whole body flinched.  Then he swatted it down and this hit my
nuts, and that hurt!  I nearly doubled over.  When I stood up again, he did
it again, harder and I doubled over again.

This time when I stood up I was expecting him to do that, and he didn't, he
just reached over and grabbed my balls and gave them a squeeze.  He applied
enough pressure to make an ache in my stomach.  I whimpered and doubled
over again.

He loosenedd his grip a bit and I could stand back up again.  I looked down
and saw that my cock was dripping precum.  I was getting off on this!
Bobby noticed as well and chuckled.  "I thought so," he said.

He let go of my nuts and then stroked my cock a couple of times and I
moaned with the pleasure and the release of pressure on my nuts.

He let go and turned and walked away.  I had no choice but to follow him
naked through the forest.  He threaded through the trees and bushes without
looking back to see if I was following.

As the trees began to thin, I began to worry and my heart started racing.
I couldn't think of anything at that point.  I was just scared and
panicked.  We stopped within site of the running path and I expected him to
hand me my clothes.

But instead he said, "Control."  I knew what he meant.  I tried to fix on
the thoughts of backpacking, but all I could see was the running track just
10 - 15 feet away and that at any moment someone could come by and see me
standing there naked.

"Okay, here's the deal," Bobby said turning and looking at me, "we will
walk out onto the running path and we will walk. When you cock goes down,
I'll give you your shorts back.  How does that sound?"

"Like shit, Bobby!"  I was really scared.

"That sounds like a lot of disrespect to me.  So how about I just keep your
shorts and walk back to the dorm.  Then what will you do?"  He didn't look
mean when he said that, he just had that same usual smile on his face.

"Sorry, Bobby, Sir," I think I was actually trembling standing there, not
from cold, but from fear.  I swallowed and tried to speak again.  "Please,
Sir, Bobby, Please, I am not ready for this!  Please would you do something
else?"

He looked at me in the face again. "Please!"  I begged one more time.

He shook his head, "I am disappointed," he said, looking back at my face.
"But I will honor this request of yours."  He scratched his chin, "Now I
will have to think of an alternative."

As he stood there, a runner ran by.  The guy running looked at us and then
did a double take and looked at me again.

I turned a deep shade of purple.  And, damn it!, I felt a tear roll down my
face.  This was so fucking humiliating!  "Please, Bobby, Sir, Please!"  I
was begging again.  I actually put my hands together and pleaded one more
time, "Please!!!!"

Bobby walked out to the running path and beckoned me to come out.  He held
out the shorts.  "Come out here and you can have them to put on."

I looked around, I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I just couldn't not look.

I didn't see anyone and I stepped out to where Bobby was.  I reached for
the shorts and he pulled them back and looked at me.  "I know you could do
this.  I believe in you, but obviously you don't believe in yourself yet."

He handed me my shorts then and a group of runners passed us at that point.
There were 2 girls and 3 guys.  They all took a look at me and then
continued running.  I went purple and then white.  I thought I was really
going to loose it.

I quickly pulled on the shorts, tucking my cock in the liner and to the
right and stood up looking at Bobby.  He handed me my shoes then.  I sat
down to put them on.  I slipped on the shoes and then the socks and stood
up. Bobby still stood looking at me.  I could see the disappointment on his
face.  It only made me feel worse.

He stood thinking, then walked over to me.  He reached into my shorts and
pulled my cock up through the waistband.  It was now plainly visible.  He
pulled up the shorts a bit, but the head of my cock was still visible.

He didn't say anything, he just turned and started running down the path.
I had to follow, knowing my cock was visible to anyone we passed.  I tried
to stay close behind Bobby, but he really pushed the pace when he saw what
I was doing.  I was hard pressed to keep up with him.  I guess the exertion
finally got to me, because I eventually felt my cock slip inside my shorts.

Bobby took a longer route back to the university and kept pushing me
farther and harder.  By the time he slowed down his pace and finally began
walking off the run, I felt like I could not go another foot.  I looked
around and saw that we were approaching the gym.

I followed Bobby, blowing and working to regain my normal pulse and
breathing.  I bent over and put my hands on my hips and looked at Bobby
strolling away from me.  I rushed to catch up with him.  I followed him
into the gym and then into the locker room.  Bobby grabbed a towel on the
way in, so I picked up one as well.

He stopped at a set of lockers and stripped off his shorts, socks and
shoes.  I followed suit, conscious of my shaved body, but not too much as I
was too tired to hardly even think.  Bobby picked up his towel and walked
off, so I grabbed mine and followed him.

Outside the steam room, he hung up his towel, ducked into a shower to rinse
off, so I followed along.  He had said nothing since the incident on the
running path.  He rinsed off, turned off the shower and headed into the
steam room.  I followed along.  The steam was billowing around as we
entered.

There didn't appear to be anyone else in the room, but Bobby walked to the
opposite end of the room and sat down.  I sat down next to him.

I looked over to see Bobby playing with his cock, stroking it getting it
harder.  This was very unlike him.  It didn't take him long until he was
rigid and of course I was by then as well.  I was getting worried that
someone was going to come in and see us.

Bobby finally spoke, "Come here and sit on my lap."  Meaning he was going
to fuck me right here in the steam room.  I swallowed hard, my stomach
twisted and I looked at Bobby.

"Okay, look here's the deal," Bobby said, looking me in the eyes.  "You can
sit on my cock right here and get fucked, or we can end this."  He was very
serious in his tone.  "Look, you have gone through some very emotional
events over the last couple of days and I thought you knew what you wanted,
needed and desired.  But I could be wrong.  So you are free to take your
towel, cover yourself, walk out to the locker room, get dressed, head back
to the dorm and your room.  If you do that, then I will never visit or see
you again."

That rocked me to my very core.  Here was a way out of this situation.  I
could have my life back and everything that meant.  It would be a nice
safe, worry and hassle free life.  But is that what I wanted?  I had
admitted to him and to myself, several times over the last couple of days,
that I liked having a man in my ass, sucking a man, obeying Bobby, drinking
cum, being humiliated and debased.  It made me wild, horny and lusty.  But
the chances were very high that if I kept this up, other people would know
about me.

Hell, several people already did.  My heart was pounding as I thought these
matters over.  And hidden in there, there were also feelings about Bobby,
himself.  I had been jealous of him, did that mean I "liked" him.  I mean,
I don't think I had ever been in love with someone, but this seemed to be
heading that way.

And if I walked away now, he said, I would never see him again.  I thought
about that part.  Could I bear not to see him again, to sleep next to him,
shower with him, take care of him and maybe even be kissed by him?

Fuck!  This ripped me apart.  I sat and thought for another minute.  My
body and mind in turmoil, as I struggled to make a decision.  Finally, I
stood up and grabbed my towel.  And I walked over to Bobby, but my towel
with his and began to lower myself onto his cock.

He grabbed hold of my body and guided it down onto his cock.  When it was
settled deep inside me, he twitched his cock and it made my whole body
spasm.  He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Thanks!  I am glad you
stayed."  He brought his mouth close to my ear and said, "So that means no
more wimping out when I tell you to do something."

"Yes, Sir," I was committed now as I began to raise myself up off of his
cock, fucking myself on his cock.  I began a slow steady rhythm of move up
and then down on his cock.  My legs were weary from the run and this was a
difficult position to maintain that way.  Bobby grabbed my ass and started
pulling me up to assist in the process.  And he began to increase the speed
of the fucking.

My ass clinched around his shaft as I moved up and down over it, trying to
increase the pressure and pleasure as it rubbed against that button in my
ass.  I was totally lost in the moment, moaning as the pleasure
intensified.  I reached up to encircled my cock with my fist, but Bobby
said, "No, don't cum!"

I moaned again; this time in frustration, I wanted to get off!  Not off of
Bobby, but to cum.

I guess I didn't hear the door open, cause the next thing I knew there was
a guy saying, "Are you okay?"  I guess he had heard the moaning.  I
couldn't see him very well through the steam. Bobby held me tight against
his body, twitching his cock in my ass.

"Yes," I said, almost breathlessly.

"Okay, just checking," he said, but I didn't hear the door.  He was still
in the room as Bobby started moving my ass up and down on his cock.  I was
lost to the lust and also totally panicked that another man was sitting
less than 15 feet from us, while Bobby fucked me.

But I had made my decision; I wanted this.  I tried to bit my lip to keep
from making any sounds, but then I wondered if the guy wouldn't be able to
hear our breathing and our flesh meeting.

Bobby didn't let up; he continued his steady pumping of my ass on his lap.
Once or twice the steam cleared and I got a glimpse of the guy's head as I
moved up and down.  What did he think, seeing my head bobbing up and down?
I had an inward chuckle, bobbing on Bobby.

But then the intensity grew as Bobby increased the length and speed of his
thrusting, he was rising up to meet my butt and that only made me clinch
tighter around his ass.  And my cock had to be leaking profusely as he
continued to stimulate that button in my ass.

Then I felt Bobby tighten his grip on my ass and bring it down forcefully
on his cock and I felt the hot loads begin to fill my ass.  I know I
moaned, but tried to muffle it.  I heard him breathing through his clenched
teeth as he thrust a bit with each blast of hot cum in my guts.

Finally, it ended and Bobby leaned against me and sighed.  Then he
whispered into my ear, "Don't lose a drop," as he pushed me up and off of
his cock.  I clinched my asshole tight and stood.  Bobby handed me my
towel, stood and took his towel and put it over he shoulder.  He hadn't
said I couldn't wrap mine around me, so I did trapping my ever present
hardon.  As we walked past the man, Bobby said, "You have a great ass,
Davey, and you use it well."  He opened the door and we exited.  I was
crimson with embarrassment and shame.  But my cock jerked in my towel,
telling me it liked it.

Fuck, I was messed up!


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