Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2024 01:37:12 -0500 (EST) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lance's Story Chapter 1 I'm not sure anyone would be interested, but my friends and colleagues said it's interesting and a little unusual. I'm certainly not the only guy in the world with a big cock. Other well-endowed guys probably experience the same types of things. But I'll go ahead and write it down so you can read it. You can let me know whether reading it was worth your time. It wasn't till I was 12 that I realized for the first time that I was different than most other boys. My cock was already 5" soft and 8" hard, which was incredibly big for a boy my age. In addition, my balls were already as big as golf balls, and I also had a lot of public hair. Of course, I had developed very early. I mean, a boy whose cock eventually grows to 12½" doesn't go to bed one night with a 6" cock and wake up the next morning with a 12½" cock. It needs time to grow--a lot of time. So, it starts to grow earlier than the average boy. But of course, I didn't know this when I was 12 years old. So, when I had my first gym class at 12, and I had to take a shower with the other boys, they all started laughing at me and pointing to my cock. I didn't know at first why they were laughing. But I quickly heard them saying that my cock was bigger that their cocks, and my balls were a lot bigger too. And I also had a lot of pubic hair. I became very upset and went home crying. I told my father that night what had happened. He laughed, which made me even more upset. "Don't let that bother you, Lance," Dad said. "You're very lucky. You just don't realize it yet. Boys and men are going to be looking at your huge cock and balls for the rest of your life." "But why, Daddy?" I replied. "Well, son," he said, "boys and men always want their cocks to be as big as possible. They always want to have a bigger cock than they already have. "It makes them feel more like a man. Then they have something other men don't have. It makes the other men jealous. Do you understand?" Of course, there are other even better reasons why men like to have big cocks. But my father didn't tell me all about, for instance, how much nicer it was to have a huge cock when you were fucking a tight hole--any hole. I guess he didn't think I was old enough yet. "Not really, Daddy," I said. "You will soon, Lance," he said. "Just don't let it worry you. If boys laugh at you, just grin back at them and remember that before long they'll be looking at your cock and wishing that they had one as big as yours, rather than thinking it's a strange thing. "Trust me. I know because I have a really big one, too, and the same thing happened to me when I was your age." "OK, Daddy," I said. "How big is your cock? Can I see it?" "Sure, Lance," he said. He pulled his pants down and showed me his cock. It looked huge to me. It was 7" soft. "Watch this," he said. He stroked it and got it hard. It got up to 9". I was shocked. "Yours will probably get even bigger, Lance," he said. "How do you know that, Daddy?" I asked. "Because I happened to walk into the bathroom when you were taking a shower the other day and saw yours, and I noticed that yours is already bigger than mine was at your age," he answered. I blushed. "So how big do you think mine will be, Daddy?" I asked him. "Hard to say, Son," he said. "At least 10". Maybe 11" or even 12"." "Wow, Daddy," I said. "That's really big!" "Yeah, Son," he said. "Bigger than almost anyone you'll ever meet. You'll be very, very pleased." And, of course, he was right. Not only did my cock get very big, but it seemed like it was only a year or so before all the jokes and laughing stopped. As soon as most of the other boys' cocks started growing hair, and their cocks started getting a bigger, they kept looking at my cock, which was always bigger than theirs. But they didn't laugh at mine anymore. They seemed to be comparing theirs to mine. Now it was my turn to laugh, and inside I did. But a funny thing also happened. I started looking at their cocks, too. And I wanted to be around the boys whose cocks were bigger and who were developing faster and were looking more like men. I wanted to touch their cocks. I started to fantasize about their touching my cock. I even started to fantasize about boys with big cocks sucking my cock and vice versa. And eventually, I thought about what it would be like to fuck a few of their cute asses with my huge cock. By that time, I was 14, my cock had grown to 7" soft and 10" hard, and I was horny all the time. It was difficult for me to take a shower after gym without having a hard on because I was so attracted to all the boys' cocks. This became a real problem. Once again, some of the boys made fun of me and called me a fag and a queer. They were right, of course, but it hurt just the same. I was a good athlete and played on some of the junior varsity teams at high school, so I thought I could level with the junior varsity coach and ask him what I should do. I went to him and admitted I was gay and told him about the situation in the locker room. He made a good suggestion. He told me that every day before gym I should go to the bathroom and jerk off before getting dressed. Hopefully, that would relieve me enough so I wouldn't get a hard on after gym when we took our showers. His suggestion worked, so I got over that problem. Unfortunately, though, a few years later another problem developed. By the time I was 17, I had developed fully. I had grown to 9" soft and 12½" hard. The boys in the locker room were fucking amazed every time they saw me. Just soft at 9" I had more than double what most of them had hard. They were all incredibly jealous. When I was on the soccer team, I could hardly find a jock strap that fit, let alone a cup. Even when I went swimming in a Speedo, it was fucking ridiculous. Being an exhibitionist at heart, I really loved being on the swim team and watching all the jaws drop in the audience when they watched me walk around in my skimpy Speedo, especially when I was boned. The problem was that it had gotten out that I was gay, and the varsity football coach had decided that he was going to take advantage of that fact. So, one day he called me to his office after soccer practice. After I entered his office, he locked the door behind me saying he didn't want us to be disturbed. I looked to the other side of the office and saw that the quarterback of the varsity football team, Tim Johnson, was also in his office. The coach looked at me and told me that he had learned I was gay. I wasn't sure what to say, but I got hard looking at the two incredibly handsome jocks in front of me. Both of them smiled, unable not to notice I was boned, and the coach asked me whether it was true that I was gay. I knew there was no way out of the situation, so I got bold, whipped my cock out of my jock strap, and asked them whether that answered their question. The two of them were all over my huge cock like two dogs who hadn't eaten in a month. They both tried to suck it, but it was too huge. But that made it all the more a challenge for them. Finally, frustrated that he was still unable to get any of my cock into his mouth, the coach took off his clothes. He was extremely good looking, dark, Italian, and very buff. In fact, I had been dreaming for years about having a sexual experience with him. His 7" uncut cock was at attention. He got up on his desk. "Lube the bitch's cock up," he ordered Tim. "Hurry up!" "Yes, coach!" Tim replied. Tim reached into a desk drawer for the tube of lube, squeezed some on his hand, and rubbed it on my cock. "Now fuck me, Lance!" he ordered me. "Fuck me hard, you bitch!" "Yes, coach. But do you think it'll fit?" I asked him, somewhat sheepishly. Tim and the coach laughed deeply. "Make it fit, asshole!" the coach ordered me. I didn't like his tone. So, I shoved my cock up his ass hard, and I decided that since I was the one with the huge cock, and I was the one doing the fucking, I was the one who was going to be in charge from then on. "You like it hard, huh, coach?" I said, mockingly. "Aw, shit, you fucker," he said. "Yeah. Take it, you nasty cock sucker," I ordered him. "Take my cock, all of it, you worthless piece of shit slut!" I didn't know what had possessed me. I had never done this before. I was really getting into this. I was in total control, and I loved it. I shoved my huge cock up the coach's ass to the hilt. "You like all my cock, bitch?" I asked the coach. "Ugh, my God!" he complained. "Jesus Christ!! I never knew it would tear up my insides like this." "Yeah. Suffer, bitch!" I said. "And I haven't even started fucking your nasty hole yet!" And I started laughing a deep guttural laugh that scared even me. "Oh, shit!" he said. "Not that. Stop, Lance, stop. I order you to stop!" "No fucking way, coach," I said. "You wanted my huge cock, now you're going to take it, every fucking inch of it!" I started fucking him, and fucking him, and fucking him. Soon I was tired of fucking him from behind, so I threw him on his back, without having to withdraw my cock, threw his legs up on my shoulders, and fucked him on his back. "Lance!" Tim shouted. "Be reasonable. You're going to really hurt him. You've got to stop!" I didn't pay any attention to Tim. I just continued fucking the coach like a dog who had just gotten a whiff of a bitch in heat. Finally, I looked down at the coach with a crazed look in my eyes. "Look into my eyes, you cunt!" I ordered him. He looked deeply into my eyes. I could tell he was scared--petrified, in fact. I loved it. It made me even harder. I couldn't believe the power I was feeling. "Now jerk off while I finish fucking your ass, bitch," I commanded him. The coach jerked his cock. It didn't take him long to cum. "Oh, God!" he said. "Oh, my fucking God!!" he said as he began to squirt. "Yeah, I'm your fucking God, bitch!" I said. Now open wide," I ordered him, as I withdrew from his ass and filled his mouth with my cum. "Swallow every drop, bitch," I said, "or else you'll never have this cock up your ass again. And I know you don't want that, do you?" "No, Lance," he said. "I want it, I want it!" The coach never spilled a drop. "Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "Next!" I yelled, looking the stunned quarterback directly in the eye. "Oh no!" Tim said. "Strip and get your tender ass up on my desk," the coach said. "Otherwise, you're off the team as of this second." "But coach," Tim said. "I'm a virgin! He'll rip my ass apart!" I thought to myself, "Wow! I get to pop my first cherry!" I never knew then that it would soon become my favorite thing in the whole world. "Get your ass out of here!" I ordered the coach. "I'm fucking him alone, without an audience, got that?" "No, coach, don't leave, please!" Tim begged. "Sorry, Lance," the coach said. "Lance is the boss. I gotta have his cock again." The coach left his office, and I locked the door behind him. Tim slowly stripped. He looked like he was getting tears in his eyes. I watched lustfully, with an evil grin. When he was finally nude, I looked him over from head to toe. He was fucking beautiful: blonde, blue eyes, about 6' tall, an 8" uncut cock, ripped, nice big feet, abs to die for, and tight bubble butt. "Get up on the desk," I ordered Tim, but not too gruffly. Tim hesitated first but then obeyed. I entered him as slowly and as gently as I could, not like I did the coach. He yelled so loud I thought he'd wake the dead. So, I shoved his jock strap in his mouth to gag him. As one would expect, he was tight, much tighter than the coach. I didn't think I'd be able to get hard again so soon, but that hot, tight fucking ass did it for me. I LOVED it! May God help me how I loved it!! I keep pushing into him, but I was gentler with him than I was with the coach, and I did it more slowly so he could get used to it--not so much because he was a virgin, but because of my feelings for him. I'd been attracted to Tim for a long time, so I felt like I wanted to make love to him, not just fuck him. At first, he didn't realize that because of the pain, but eventually, he did. I kept fucking him from behind until he got more comfortable with it and the pain had subsided some. As I did, I whispered in his ear to relax and that I would be as gentle as I could. I told him the pain would lessen and to trust me. I told him he would learn to love it. I told him I had always wanted to have him that way. I told him everything I could think of to make him want me as much as I wanted him. After a while, I turned him on his back without having to withdraw my cock from his ass. He groaned as he watched my cock remain up his ass. It was an impressive reminder to him of how big I was. I resumed fucking him and was able to get deeper up his ass. I don't think he expected this. He moaned and groaned more, but this time I think I saw a hint of a smile on his face. I made him look me in the eyes like I did the coach, but unlike with the coach, I kissed him passionately. I'd always had a crush on him, and I wanted him to know it. He wasn't sure he was into kissing me at first, but soon he got used to it. And the longer I fucked him, the deeper his tongue went into my mouth. I started to jerk him. I didn't leave it to him to jerk himself off like I did the coach. I did it lovingly as I smiled at him. When he started to cum, I said encouraging things to make him shoot it a lot and to shoot it far. I could tell it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. When I shot my load, I shot huge ropes past his head about a half dozen times. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I leaned over him, went down to his ear, and whispered, "See? That's what you do to me." He giggled. I kissed his ear then gave him a long kiss on the lips. He returned the kiss. It felt like that kiss never ended. Whenever I close my eyes and think for just a few seconds, I can remember everything about that kiss, as if it happened just a few seconds ago. I slowly went down to suck on his nipples. He went crazy. Then I tongued my way slowly down toward his cock as I lightly pinched his nipples with my two hands. He groaned slightly. I took the head of his cock in my mouth. "What are you doing?" Tim said, as he lifted his head slightly to look down at me sucking his bone. "Don't you like it? Do you want me to stop?" I said, as I winked at him playfully. Tim just moaned and laid his head back down on the desk. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock. Soon I released his cock and started licking his balls. He started breathing heavily. "Oh my, God!" he said. "No one's ever done this to me before." "Guess now you can't say that anymore, can you?" I said with a giggle. I slowly took one ball and then the other into my mouth. I had imagined doing this with someone, anyone, for years. Now that I was doing it--and with this gorgeous man, one of my idols--it was unbelievable. I returned to Tim's cock. I started giving Tim a blow job, the best I could, not having ever done it before, up and down, being as careful as I could with my teeth. Saliva dripped out of the sides of my mouth as I tried to make sure I kept it as wet and moist as possible. "Lance, I'm going to cum!" Tim said, after about 15 minutes. "Uh huh," I mumbled, keeping his cock buried deep in my mouth. "Take it out, Lance," he said. I ignored him, holding tightly onto the base of his cock, making sure he couldn't withdraw it from my mouth. "Lance, I'm cumming. I can't stop!" I looked up at him. He was looking down at me. I winked. That was too much for him. He came, and came, and came. And I swallowed every drop. When he was done, I let his limp cock fall out of my mouth with a thud. Slowly, I made my way up to his face. I smiled at him. "You're unbelievable!" he said to me. "You're not bad yourself," I said. We both laughed. Then we kissed each other and hugged each other tightly. I told him I loved him. He told me he needed a little more time to figure out how he felt about me. He said it was all happening so fast. But he knew he wanted to see me again real soon, and not just for the sex, though that had been incredible. I told him that was good enough to start. Although he said he needed some time, when we were done, Tim's eyes were glazed over, so it was clear how he felt for me. I could have asked him to do anything for me, and he would have done it. He was in love with me, though it might take him a little time to figure it out for himself. You always love the one who fucks you first, no matter how much it hurts. It's just the natural order of things. Tim and I became lovers for the rest of our junior and senior years in high school. We had to keep it quiet because of the prejudice in our small town. He even had to keep up the pretext of having a girlfriend. I really felt sorry for her because she was being deceived, but prejudice causes ugly things to happen. Our romance continued through the summer after we graduated from high school. Then we left to study at different colleges, and we haven't seen each other since. That was, believe it or not, the very first sexual experience I'd ever had. I'd started kind of late, actually. I knew right then that my father had been right. I knew for sure that I was gay and that my cock was going to be like a magnet to many men throughout the rest of my life, though I had no idea then to what extent. It was clear to me, however, that I was going to be in great demand. Moreover, I knew that I loved fucking men. I knew how to do it, and I knew how to be in control of the situation. I was very fortunate, and I was going to be a very happy fucker. Unlike in high school, I became a lot more sexually active at college. I was the true BMOC, with an emphasis on the "B" for BIG. I'm not exactly sure how it got around so fast, but in no time, everyone knew I had a huge cock. Maybe my roommate saw my cock one day while I was dressing or jacking off, maybe someone saw it in the shower, or maybe someone saw it in the school gym and found out my name. I don't know, but in no time, it was all over the university. I constantly had dudes and coeds wanting to be around me. It got to be impossible to concentrate on my studies. I had to do something about it. I decided the only thing I could do was to come out and get myself in the proper environment appropriate to my sexuality. At least that way I could reduce the number of people interested in me by 50%. So, I asked the university's gay alliance group what they suggested I do. Unfortunately, that only made things worse. Although the heterosexuals were now leaving me alone, I now had a group of gay men who not only knew I had a huge cock but knew I was gay also. As a result, they were all hitting on me constantly. I almost decided to transfer to a smaller college. Instead, I decided to try something else first. I pledged the gay fraternity on campus. Naturally, I had no problem being accepted. And given my situation, I could put some conditions on my acceptance, and they were only too glad to accommodate me, given what they knew about me. I did not expect to be made an officer of the frat house, but I did demand to be made the leader of all organized sexual activities. They had no problem with this. Consequently, for the four years I was there, I organized all kinds of sexual parties, orgies, etc., most of which featured my huge cock as the centerpiece. Officially, I was the frat's "Sex Chief." In all the initiations, my cock played the prominent role. I fucked all the initiates, both on the night they pledged and on the night of their initiations, and also, if they turned me on, frequently during the pledge period. If they were not virgins, the members watched and cheered. If they were virgins, I popped their cherries with great enjoyment the night they pledged, but in private, and gently, in order that they become attached to me and psychologically dependent on me forever. As always, this was a big turn on for me. Those unsuspecting young men became my pets, my puppies for the entire time I was there. I still receive letters or calls from many of them to this day saying how much they miss me. The frat members really loved my tenure as the "Sex Chief" of the fraternity. They could never get enough of my cock. I fucked all of them repeatedly while I was there. It was still difficult to complete all my classes while at the university, because of the constant, insatiable demands for my cock. But at least my sexual activities were for the most part limited to the young men with whom I lived. I occasionally brought to my room at the frat house a gorgeous hunk I picked up somewhere on campus. Usually, it was a freshman who hadn't yet heard about my reputation, someone my gaydar told me was a virgin. So, naturally, I popped his cherry. Sometimes they tried to leave before I got the chance to fuck them after I had dropped my pants and they saw my 12½". But a little expert cock sucking always convinced them to stay. My frat brothers loved to hear the screams of my cherry popping escapades coming from my frat room, so we usually had to have an orgy after I was done. What a bunch of horny sluts they were. They were all so fucking easy. I really miss them sometimes. By the time I entered law school, I had turned 22. I had matured, not only psychologically but in my physical looks. I no longer looked like a boy but like a man. I was getting to be rather attractive. I had filled out and was starting to get a little ripped and chiseled due to lifting weights and exercise, and I was rather handsome, no longer cute. I joined a gym when I first got to law school. The gym also had other students and faculty as members. Consequently, I soon got a reputation at law school just like I had at undergrad school. Fortunately, law school had fewer students, so it wasn't as much of a problem as it was at undergrad school. However, an additional problem arose at law school which, somewhat surprisingly, hadn't been a problem at undergrad school: professor interest. One day, a couple of weeks into the first semester, my Torts professor, Professor Martin, asked me to see him in his office at the end of class. I was suspicious of him. He had seen me work out at the gym half a dozen times over the past couple of weeks and had always seemed to end his workout at the same time so he could be in the shower at the same time I was. He also always took a shower right next to me and stared at my cock the whole time I was there. When I got to his office, he asked me how I thought I was doing in his class. I told him I thought everything was going well. He said he disagreed. He said he didn't think I was participating enough in class, and it was going to hurt my grade. I knew that was bullshit, but I also knew I had to hear him out. I asked him what I needed to do. He said he thought I needed to do some additional studying, and he would be happy to assist me. The best place to do it, he said, would be at his apartment. "Naturally," I thought to myself sarcastically. He told me he thought it would be a good idea if I came to his place at 8 p.m. that night. Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew what the bitch wanted, so I decided to give it to him. But I also decided it would be the last time he got it. I also decided to make sure I got an A out of the class if I had to do it even just once. I went to my apartment and asked my roommate to help me. He had a friend who was an expert in audio/video equipment. My roommate and his friend helped me hide a video camera in my briefcase. I decided to be safe, just in case I couldn't aim the camera where we were going to have sex. So, I placed a tape recorder in my suit coat that I would turn on to record the audio while I was there. I arrived at Professor Martin's house promptly at 8 p.m. He told me he was glad I had decided to take him up on his offer. He offered me a glass of wine. I seemingly reluctantly accepted. After a couple of minutes of silence while we drank our wine, Professor Martin said, "I've been impressed with you since I first saw you at the gym." "What do you mean?" I said, as if I didn't know. "What impressed you about me?" "Your eyes," he said. I thought to myself, "What a load of shit!" "I don't know what you mean," I said. "You said you would help me with my homework. That's why you said I should come here." "Don't be naïve, Dawson," he said. "You know why I asked you to come here." "I don't know what you're talking about." "I've seen your huge cock at the gym, and I want it," he said. "Unless you give it to me, I'll flunk you. "And when you do fuck me, I want you to take control and fuck me like a bitch. And if you don't do exactly what I say, you'll be in big trouble." "I'll report you to the Dean," I threatened. "And whom do you think he'll believe?" he said. "How many times do you think students have told professors that they'll report them for sexual harassment if they don't give them a good grade? It happens all the time." "You really are scum, Martin," I said. "Yeah. Maybe I am," he said. So, what do you say?" I got up and slowly started to remove my pants. When I pulled out my huge cock, Professor Martin groaned and said, "Oh yeah. I've wanted that for weeks." And with that, he lunged for my cock and tried to get it into his mouth. I adjusted the angle of the camera, pretending I was trying to move my briefcase out of the way. After a while, Professor Martin stopped sucking my cock and ordered me to take off the rest of my clothes, as he took off his. He got on the bed on all fours. What a comical sight he was. "Fuck me with your huge cock, Dawson. And treat me like the slut I am. Now!" I thought to myself, "OK, bitch. But I'm going to enjoy this more than you think." While his back was turned to me, I pointed the briefcase so it was right where Professor Turner was posed doggie style on the bed. "I think I'll fuck you dry, you bitch!" "Oh, shit. Not that. I didn't expect you to go that far." "Tough shit, you asshole.! This is payback for all the other students you've pulled this on." I entered his asshole with just the tip. "How's that feel, you bitch?" I asked him. "Ugh" was all he could get out. "I thought so. You like that 12½" cock?" "12½"? Really? My God. I didn't know it was that big." "Every bit of 12½", you cock sucker. Here, take a few more inches!" "God damn it," he said. "How many are in there now?" "None of your fucking business, cunt!" I responded. I noticed he had a cock that was not even 6" long and was very thin. I don't make fun of other men's cocks as a rule. A man can't help what he's born with. Besides, no matter what the size a man's cock is, the potency of his orgasm is the same, so the size of his cock doesn't matter in that regard. The only difference is that a man with a small cock may not be able to make someone else as happy with his cock as someone like I can with a huge cock. But since this cock sucker was effectively forcing me to fuck him, I decided to make him pay for having a small cock. As for forced sex, I'm against it. As an attorney, I counsel anyone who asks me that if someone tells a man to stop making love to him or her, even all the way up to a millisecond before he cums, he must withdraw. Otherwise, it's rape. The recourse he has it to tell everyone what he or she did and to spread it all over town that he or she is nothing more than a prick tease and a cunt. Of course, my situation is a little more problematic. If I were to withdraw and not continue every time someone told me to stop in the middle of a fuck, I'd never get through fucking anyone. I've never put my cock up anyone's ass that didn't beg me to stop virtually immediately and often throughout the fuck. There's just nobody who can take my thick 12½" cock without screaming or at least begging me at some point that I remove it. Therefore, I have to make sure, by asking them over and over before I insert my cock, whether they are sure they want me to fuck them. If they say they are, I warn them that once I start, there is no turning back. If they say they understand that, I take that as their agreeing that any future expression asking me to stop after I've begun is null and void. Besides, I know that once I'm through, they'll be happy that I fucked them, so I've nothing to worry about. I think it's the best anyone with a 12½" cock can do, at least until the law gets changed. Well, back to the fuck at hand... "You're really a worthless excuse of a man, Martin," I continued. "Your cock is so small that not even four of them would make up one of mine, and it isn't even half as long as mine. "How can you live with yourself at the gym? I wouldn't have the guts to strip in the gym and take a shower if I were you. You're pathetic." "You bitch," he said. "Watch what you say, you lech," I replied, "or this fuck is off." "No, not that," he said. "Please. I'll be good. I promise." I shoved it in a few more inches. Then I took it out a couple of inches. "Why'd you take it out some?" he asked me. "Because I fucking wanted to, you nasty whore!" I said. "Who's in charge here, anyway?" "You, Dawson, you are," he said. "That's right," I said. "Don't forget it. "I shoved in about 5". "Oh my God!" he yelled. "I'm your God, Martin!" I replied. He didn't respond. "You're such a tight bitch," I said. "You sure anyone's been up your ass before?" No response. I shoved in a little more. "How much is left?" he asked me. I just growled and laughed deeply. I shoved in a few more inches. "Shit!" he yelped. "Here comes the rest, slut," I said. I shoved in the remainder, all the way, till the pubic hairs reached his sphincter. "It's all in now, bitch," I said. "How's it feel?" I asked him. "It hurts. It hurts. Take it out. Take it out!" he screamed. "Yeah, right," I said. "Scream all you want, bitch. It's not coming out till I'm done. I'm going to fuck you now. "I'll be taking it out . . . then putting it back in . . . then taking it out. You know how that works, right, teach?" "Jesus Christ!" he said. "Have mercy!" "How much mercy have you had on all the other students you've done this to, you filthy cock sucker?" I asked. I started fucking him like a jack hammer. He groaned and begged me to stop. I wouldn't. I didn't. After a while, I threw him over on his back and kept fucking him, without taking my cock out when I did it, this time even deeper. "I'm going to pass out," he complained. "You know you love it, you whore," I said. "If you can't take it, maybe the best thing is for you to go to sleep. "I lose more good fuck partners that way." I laughed deeply. Soon, the lech started coming violently without ever having touched himself. "My God," he said. "I don't believe it. I'm shooting and I never jacked." A few minutes later I withdrew, shoved my cock in his mouth, and started to release a huge load. He tried to turn away, but I slapped his face till he held his head still. "Drink my cum, bitch!" I ordered him. "Take every drop. Choke on it." The professor swallowed most of it between chokes. "God that was good," he finally said. "I'm sure it was, you filthy lech," I said. "Yeah, Dawson," he said. "Be here tomorrow night at the same time." "Fuck you!" I said. "This was a one-time thing." "I don't think so, stud," he said. "Tomorrow, same time, same place, or you'll fail my course." I got dressed, picked up my briefcase, and left. When I got home, I watched the tape with my roommate, Jay Williams. We needed to make sure I got the whole scene on tape in order to copy it the next morning. Jay and I had a rather unexpected encounter while we watched the tape. More on that later. I took a copy of the tape to my Torts class the next afternoon and gave it to Professor Martin with a note attached to it. The note said: "Professor Martin, "I'm sorry I won't be able to keep our appointment tonight, but I think you'll really enjoy watching this tape. I think this should make up for my lack of class participation and ensure that I get an A at the end of the semester. "Please keep this tape confidential. We wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands now, would we? "Lance Dawson" As the semester progressed, I began to think I'd made a mistake in giving the tape to Professor Martin. I'd given him the opportunity to get off over and over by watching a pornographic record of our fuck. I decided I had to find a way to get it back from him. But I couldn't just tell him I wanted him to bring it to me. He'd just make a copy of it before he gave it to me. I had to come up with a plan to prevent that. At the end of the semester, the day of the two-hour final exam in Torts finally arrived. I sat down, blue book in hand, and began to take the test. Instead of writing the test, however, I wrote a message to Professor Martin. This is a short except of what I wrote: "Martin, "You're scum. What you did to me, and I have no doubt done to countless other students, was reprehensible. "You are a disgrace to the legal profession. You deserve to be disbarred and dismissed from your position at this law school. "I will watch you for the remainder of my time here in law school, and I will continue to keep in touch with people at the school in the future to see whether you take advantage of any students. If I hear of any further disgusting conduct on your part, I'll give copies of the tape I made to the dean of the law school, the president of the university, the local television station, and the state bar association. "Your favorite 12½" cock, Dawson" After about 45 minutes, I took the blue book up to Martin. As I handed it to him, I gave him a note and said, "Read it." He looked up at me. I said, "NOW!" I stood there while he opened it. As he started to read it, I turned and walked slowly toward the door. The note read as follows: "Martin, "I've no doubt after you read my "test" you'll agree that I deserve an A in your class. I don't think you would want to make the mistake of giving me anything less than an A, nor do I think you would want to make the mistake of not doing exactly the following: "Go to your apartment NOW, get the tape I gave you of my giving you the fuck of your life with my huge 12½" cock, and bring it to me immediately. I'll be waiting for you in the commons area. "You have exactly 30 minutes to do it. The 30 minutes begins as soon as I reach the door. "Dawson" Just as I reached the door to leave the test room, I heard Professor Martin announce to the class that he would be back in about 30 minutes. He passed me in the hall running as fast as he could. If he didn't disgust me so much, I could almost pity him. I waited for him just a few feet away from the classroom in the commons area. The feeling of power I had over him was like an aphrodisiac. My cock was getting hard, very hard. I was glad. In about 28 minutes, he walked up to me panting. By then my cock was rock hard. I told him we should go off to a small area where we could talk, and no one would see us. He followed me. "Here," he said. "Here's your fucking tape." "Why professor," I chortled, "you seem upset." "You asshole!" he said. "Listen, you prick. You're a fucking lech. You disgust me." Then I thought I'd lie, just to make the bitch suffer. I took one of his hands and placed it on my crotch so he could feel my 12½" stiff cock. "What's even worse, Martin, you didn't have to force me like you did. When I first met you in the gym, I noticed your cute little ass, and I saw you hunger for my huge cock. "I liked that, Martin. I've always liked it when men have lusted for my big, fat cock. Then, when it turned out you were my Torts professor, I thought I might like to try you out. "But then you decided you had to force the issue. What a stupid asshole, Martin. If only you'd tried to seduce me, I was more than ready for it." Then, to top it off, I kissed him lightly on the lips. I lowered the tone and volume of my voice and started to talk more plaintively. "Too bad, Martin. It might have been really good," I lied, "for both of us." I wrapped both arms around him, hugged him tight, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. I looked at him, with tears in my eyes. Oh, I was REALLY playing it up well big time. Then, I turned slowly and walked away. "Dawson, wait," I heard him say weakly. But I just kept on walking, letting him see that I was wiping a crocodile tear from my cheek as I walked away from him, knowing he'd have no trouble giving me an A after that performance, and yet also wondering how he'd react to the blue book he'd soon read. I received my A in Torts from Professor Martin. Throughout the remainder of my three years in law school, whenever I saw him, whether in the halls, in the commons area, or elsewhere, I'd smile, seemingly a little weakly and regretfully, and wink at him, just to make the bitch suffer. And suffer he did. He always looked away from me quickly like he couldn't bear being near me, which was just what I wanted. I wanted him to suffer, just like he'd made all the other students whom he'd fucked over suffer. He deserved it. Professor Martin never dared to go to the gym again during my time at the law school either. That certainly wasn't surprising. Furthermore, I never had any problems with any other professors while there. I'm sure he got the word out to any of the other gay professors who might have happened to be at the school. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower cast "L", not a "1".