Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2024 18:14:35 -0400 (EDT) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lances Story 13 "Well," I continued on the phone with Jim, "when I was there for the interview, you mentioned that there are actually over 100 members of the gym, that is, over 20 members more than those employed by the firm. I'd like to know about the extra members." "Sure, Babe," Jim said. "Some of the extra members are gay judges, lawyers, and policemen we've let join who can help keep the activities of the gym quiet." "Sounds smart," I said. "Yeah," he said. "In addition, we've got a few gay jocks from high school and college, mostly football players." "Yum yum!" I said, my mouth watering. "Yeah," he said. "I knew you'd like that. But all the jocks must be relatives of partners of the firm to ensure they don't squeal on us without someone having hell to pay." "Yeah," I said. "Of course." "Finally," he said, "we have 6 boys from the ages of 12 to 15." "No shit?" I said, completely stunned. "I guess that means you're a little surprised, huh, Babe?" Jim said coyly. "Fuck, Jim!" I said. "No pun intended. That's illegal as hell! Or did I misunderstand something in one of my law classes?" "No," he said, chuckling. "Sounds like you know your law pretty well, Babe." "Seriously, Jim," I said. "You guys could get in a lot of fucking trouble!" "Only if we're caught," he said, chortling. "Christ, Jim!" I said. "I've never fucked anyone that young before. I mean, the only time I ever fucked anyone younger than 18 was my first boyfriend who was 16, and I was 16 too." "Lance," he said, "we don't take on these boys lightly. They're all sons of partners in the firm, and they all have to show they've been seriously interested in boys and men for some time. Before we allow them to join the gym and start engaging in the gym's sexual activities, I take them around the gym for three days and let them watch everything to see how they react. "They only thing they are permitted to do during those first 3 days, other than observe, is touch and examine everyone's cocks and balls. They know that in 3 days, one of those cocks will fuck them to pop their cherries, and they get to choose the cock that does that. "The guy possessing the cock they choose must return the fourth evening or Saturday afternoon to participate in the cherry popping ceremony. It is considered the highest honor at the gym to have a 12- to 15-year-old boy select your cock to pop his cherry." "I can understand that, Jim," I said. "As I'm sure you know, popping cherries is my absolute favorite thing. I live for it." "Yes, we know all about that, Babe," he said. I wasn't surprised. "There's no greater feeling than to have someone ask you to pop his cherry," I responded. "I also consider it an incredible honor. Of course, I've never had anyone so young ask me to do it. "I can't imagine what that could be like. Such a young hole must be as tight as hell, to say nothing about the boy being smooth and cute as hell, too." "It's fucking great, Babe!" he said. "In any case, our cherry popping ceremony is great, too. Let me tell you about the horniest one we ever had." "In a sec, Jim," I said. "First, I want to ask something about these gay boys. You say they're sons of partners of the firm?" "Yeah . . .," he said. "Well, how did these gay men get sons, anyway?" I asked. "I mean, I do know where babies come from, Jim, and I also know about adoption. "But it seems you were talking about natural sons here. Most gay men don't tend to have sex with women, Babe. Am I missing something?" "No, that's a valid question, Babe," he said. "In all these cases, the partners had sex with women during their college days for one of various reasons: either they were experimenting, still confused or unsure about their sexuality, loaded one night, etc. "Some of them were married and then divorced after they settled on their sexuality. In all cases, at some point the mother decided she would rather let the son's father raise the child for some reason." "OK," I said. "That makes sense. "But why have the sons all become gay? Not every son raised by a gay father becomes gay, Jim. I hope the partners aren't pushing their sexuality on their sons." "Absolutely not, Babe!" he said. "No partner here would ever do that. "In fact, if anything, we would all discourage our sons from being gay because of all the homophobia still existing in society. In fact, we have a few partners raising sons who are straight and, naturally, they have not joined the gym." "That's good, Babe," I said. "I'm glad to hear you're not forcing this on anyone. That would really upset me." "I agree, Babe," he said. "We're not into forcing anyone to do anything. "Anyway, let me go on and tell you about the horniest cherry popping ceremony we ever had. It was the most unusual one, too, but it will also explain everything we normally do." "I does sound horny and, if I know you, probably nasty as hell, too," I said. "You're getting to know me better and better all the time," Jim said, laughing evilly. "Anyway, one day a partner brought his 13-year-old son to me and told me his son wanted to join the gym. I asked the boy the normal questions and determined that he was psychologically and physically ready to be a member of the gym. "So, I took the boy through the gym for 3 nights while the father worked out. The fathers are not allowed to go with us through the gym. The boy was, naturally, fascinated by all the fucking, sucking, and licking. "The members usually get horny when a new boy goes by, and they all start to show off. Naturally, the leches all want to be the cherry popper. "The boy touched and examined everyone's cock and balls. Of course, he was impressed that all of them measured at least 8" and went up to 10". He was also fascinated by foreskins since neither he nor his father had one, and he'd never seen one before. "The third night he selected the man whom he wanted to pop his cherry. I made him swear not to tell his father who it was because it had to be a secret. "I told him he would learn after the ceremony why it had to be a secret. The boy promised me he wouldn't tell his father. "The next night, both the boy and his father showed up for the ceremony. The boy and the cherry popper went to the Jacuzzi where the ceremony takes place. "A small but nice bed was laid out. They started taking a Jacuzzi in the nude and playing around, kissing, relaxing, and getting to know each other. "The man then started stretching the boy's asshole slowly with his fingers, so his large cock would fit a little easier in the boy's asshole. It's never enough, of course, but it at least reduces a little the pain and discomfort and thus the corresponding yelping and screaming. "While this was all going on, the father was in another room, the so-called viewing room, along with all the members of the gym who were present that night. Usually, a large majority is present on these nights because in the room where the ceremony is taking place, there are a dozen closed circuit cameras which catch every angle of the ceremony so it can be watched live in the viewing room. The ceremony is also taped, and anyone can get a copy of it after the fact. "The father is seated in a comfortable chair in the center of the room. His arms and legs are restrained because invariably, once the ceremony gets started and the father sees his son's intense discomfort at having his asshole violated and hears his screams for assistance and his pleas for the whole thing to stop, the father wants to help his son. "This, of course, cannot be permitted. Once the ceremony starts, it must be completed. The father's gut reaction must not be permitted to overrule his common sense." "You are a bunch of nasty sluts, Jim," I said, laughing hysterically. "But why make him watch it, if you know he's going to react that way?" "Because the bitch is sacrificing his son to a bunch of horny sluts," he said, "so he ought to see what his baby has to go through. Besides, he's effectively turning his son, in a loose sense, into a common whore, so he should watch and remember the entire scene. More on the `whore' part later." "You know that's a bunch of shit, Jim," I said. "You bastards just want to see his father suffer." "To be honest, Babe," he said, "you're right. We love it! Every fucking bit of it!! "It's one of the horniest experiences you can imagine!!! Restraining a father while he watches his young son being fucked for the first time is sooooo naughty, nasty, and delicious, especially when he brought him to us to have it done in the first place--and more especially since the father has already been to a few of these ceremonies as an observer himself, so he knows full well what's going to happen. "The whole thing is so fucking surreal! It makes your cock harder than anything else you could possibly imagine--whether or not you're the cherry popper. "It doesn't really matter. It's still so fucking horny you can't believe it! But that's not all of the story." "There's more, huh?" I asked. "Of course, Babe!" he said. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" I said, chuckling. "HA HA!" he replied. "Anyway, during these ceremonies, we don't turn on the cameras till the boy is on all fours and the cherry popper is about to put on the condom and lube up. "This is so the father can't yet determine who the cherry popper is. The initial view is from behind. "As usual," he continued, "during this ceremony, as soon as the boy was penetrated, the boy started screaming like a stuck piglet, begging the cherry popper to stop, yelling that his cock was just too big. And, as usual, the father tried to get out of the chair and demanded we stop the ceremony, calling us all a bunch of assholes and other nasty names, arguing that we were hurting his baby. "We all laughed hysterically. And, of course, we did nothing to make the cherry popper stop." "You naughty, nasty bitches!" I said, laughing. I couldn't believe I was laughing at all of this, but I was. Why did I find all of this so amusing? They were fucking a 13-year-old for God's sake! But I couldn't help it. I was as hard as a fucking rock! And I was waiting to hear the rest of every detail with rapt anticipation. "Maybe," he said. "But you know you'd be one of us bitches in the room, too, and loving every second of it!" "Fuck yeah!" I said. Christ! I didn't believe it. Where did those words come from? What was I becoming? Fuck! I didn't really care anymore. I looked down at my pants and saw the biggest fucking tent I'd ever seen before. It wasn't just hard anymore. It was huge! For a second, I was surprised--I really was. But after about a half second, I didn't give a shit anymore. I grabbed a hold of it and squeezed it. I let out an audible moan without meaning to. "What's that I hear, Babe?" Jim said, tongue in cheek. "Are we getting a little excited?" "Fuck off, bitch!" I said, and giggled quickly, just to make sure he didn't believe I'd let him get to me, even a little, though actually he was, and I think he probably knew it. "That's what I thought," Jim continued, laughing hysterically. "Anyway, the rest of us took off our jocks and started playing with each other. "In fact, after a few minutes, it turned into a huge fucking orgy, as usually happens while we watch some boy being violated for the first time. Of course, don't forget, both the father and the boy had originally begged us for all this to happen." "Oh, of course, Jim, of course," I said, mockingly, "as if this would make any difference to a DA." Jim laughed. "Then a couple of guys started playing with the father," Jim continued. "They sucked his cock till it got as hard as a rock while a couple of others pinched and sucked his nipples, and a couple of others licked and sucked his balls As soon as his cock got hard, the guys mocked him. "'Oooooo, looks like you're really enjoying watching your little boy getting fucked, huh?"" some of the guys joked. The father couldn't help himself. He started getting off on everything. "The scene was all too much for him to control his sexual urges. He moaned and groaned, thus clearly demonstrating his sexual satisfaction at what he saw and heard was happening to his young son. "It's usually at about this point in the ceremony, about five minutes after the fucking on all fours has started, that the cherry poppers turn their heads around so the fathers can see for the first time whom their sons have selected to pop their cherries. It's always fun because the fathers usually hate the cherry poppers for at least a couple of months after the ceremonies, while at the same time they have to watch their sons have a very special loving, clinging relationship with their cherry poppers. "This time we had a big surprise for the father. The cherry popper slowly turned around. Up till now, all that this father could tell was that the popper was one of the younger members of the club who was in excellent condition. "That really didn't surprise him. But in this case, the boy had an older brother whom he idolized who was a real jock type high school football player. "And the father wasn't ready for it when it was the boy's older brother who turned his head around and winked into the screen at his father and silently lipped `Hi Dad' into the camera. The older brother did all this as he continued to fuck his little brother violently, while the younger brother continued to squeal and shriek in agony. "The father immediately lost his hard on and struggled like hell to get out of the chair. All of us laughed hysterically. "'That bastard!' the father screamed. `I'll kill the fucker! I'll kill him!!'" "Jim, you are all nasty, naughty, reprehensible sluts," I said, giggling. "Lance, I'll be a nasty, naughty, reprehensible slut till the day I die," Jim answered, laughing back at me, hysterically. I laughed out loud, but I had to wonder for a few seconds what I was getting into. These guys played for keeps! Fortunately, I was going to be in control when I got there. But what that actually meant, I was no longer completely sure of. "Anyway," he continued, "the rest of us got as hard as steel. We assured the father that it was the boy's idea, that we'd even discouraged it, but that he insisted. Even the older brother thought it might not be a good idea, but the younger boy still insisted. "In fact, he had begged his older brother to do it. The older brother agreed because he didn't have the heart to say no. The father said he wasn't surprised because, again, the boy idolized his older brother. "The older brother, however, didn't have the greatest relationship with his father, so now that he was in the situation, he was going to take the opportunity to piss off his father as much as he could. He continued to look at the cameras and wink every chance he got. "He raised his fists like he'd won or conquered his little brother or had beaten his father. He thrusted into his brother hard every once in a while then tell him he had to do it because the men would do it, too. "Then he looked at his father and winked. He look into the cameras and stuck out his tongue and licked it like he was enjoying a really nasty fuck. "But the nastiest thing the older brother did was to tell his younger brother so his father could hear it, right after he first turned to let his father to let him know that he was the one fucking his younger brother, that the little boy had to start calling him `Daddy.' He said that he had to pretend their Dad was fucking him for the first time he was being fucked. "He told the boy that everyone had to do that. He told him that dads couldn't fuck their boys because it wasn't allowed. But the dads wanted to, so the boys had to pretend they were and call their first fucker `Daddy.' "So, for the rest of the ceremony, the boy called his older brother `Daddy.' And whenever he did, the older brother looked into the camera, smiled like a nasty, wicked slut, and winked, or licked his lips--anything that he knew would get a rise out of his father. "And it did. Every time he did it, his father groaned, moaned, twitched, averted his eyes, or did something else to show his intense discomfort or dislike. The older brother was really a pro." "Or one of the nastiest bitches I've heard of in years," I said. "That too," Jim said, chortling. "Finally, after the older brother had flipped over the younger brother so he could fuck him as deeply as possible, and grunt his intense satisfaction as loudly for as long as possible, and make his younger brother hurt as much as possible, which his younger brother finally got used to, which really drove the father fucking nuts . . . " "I'll just bet it did," I said, chuckling. ". . . the older brother looked at his younger brother," Jim continued, "eased up a little, and told him he loved him very much and asked him if he'd hurt him too much. The younger brother smiled, told his older brother he was fine and that he loved him too, and kissed him passionately, shoving his tongue down his older brother's mouth as far as he could get it. "That was all the older brother could stand. He withdrew his cock and came, and came, and came, all over his baby brother's face, demanding that the boy eat as much of his cum as possible. The father got silent when he did that. The rest of us cheered. "The older brother then made sure his little brother came, too, by sucking his little brother's 8" cock and swallowing all his cum. The baby brother was in ecstasy after he came. "Tears were in his eyes as he thanked and kissed his big brother. The big brother also got sentimental, and they fell into each other's arms. It was actually quite sweet. "This is not a selfish place, Lance. We don't rape people. "Mutual pleasure is expected. That's why boys who have not reached puberty are not permitted to become members. "In general, we believe they are unable to experience sexual pleasure on the level boys who have reached puberty can. Therefore, we feel having sex with prepubescent boys is exploitation, and consequently, we don't engage in it. "The older brother then cuddled with his little brother a while, while they bonded. The little brother clung to his big brother as always happens between the cherry popper and poppee after a cherry popping ceremony. It's inevitable. "There's a permanent bond between them. Those two brothers will always be close, in more ways than one." "Yeah, that's always been my experience, too," I noted. "You have no idea how many men feel close to me to this day because I took their virginity." "After five or ten minutes more," Jim continued, "the older brother looked at the little brother, smiled, and told him how great a fuck he was and that he was proud of him. He kissed him and thanked him for choosing him. He told him also that their father was going to be very mad at the older brother, so he shouldn't be surprised. "The younger brother said he didn't understand why. He said it was OK and not to worry about it. He just wanted him not to be surprised. "He also told him he'd wanted to fuck him since the little brother was eight, and now he could fuck him all the time. That made the little brother very happy. "Right after that, as we always do, the rest of us, one by one, came all over the father who was still restrained in the chair. If the father still hasn't cum, and in this case he had--those looks from the older brother that he hated had nonetheless driven him over the edge--we work him till he does. "Then we empty the room of everyone except for the father and go out to the young boy and bring him to his cum laden father so he can see how nasty and slutty his father can get. The little boy then has to lick his father clean of all the cum. It's time for the little bitch to grow up." "God, Jim," I said. "You guys play rough." "The gym isn't for the weak, Babe," he said. "We're a bunch of athletes, Lance, studs, sluts. "We're not wimps. If a 12- to 15-year-old wants to play with the big boys, he's got to be ready." "Yeah, I guess," I said. "There are a few more things you should know about the young boys," he added. One thing is that we don't permit fathers and sons to fuck at the gym. "We aren't animals, Lance. We don't believe in incest. "We can't, of course, control what the fathers and sons do when they're not here. But we tell the fathers we expect them not to fuck their sons anywhere, and we hope they do what we expect them to do." "We have permitted this brother-brother sexual relationship to continue everywhere because we believe it is healthy for both of them. We would have to decide this on a case-by-case basis were it ever to arise again. "One further general thing about these boys: when a 12- to 15-year-old joins the gym and has his cherry popped in the gym, all his undergraduate and graduate education expenses are paid by the partnership--that means everything--provided he stay at the gym steadily after he joins the gym till he leaves for undergraduate school, i.e., comes to the gym on average three times a week, and that he also comes to the gym three times a week whenever he is back in town on vacation till he graduates." "So," I interrupted him, "basically, you're turning these boys into your little whores!" I said, a little heatedly. "Well, that's how I put it earlier," he said. "and technically, I suppose you're right." "Well, just how the fuck would you put it?" I said, all of a sudden, a little hot about what was going on. I really wasn't sure why I got upset. Just a moment ago, I had been horny as hell at the prospect at fucking the little bitches. I guess he'd just spoiled it for me by telling me they were getting paid for it. It just sort of bugged me that at that age they were making the decision as to whether to sell their bodies. Interestingly, it didn't bother me that I thought it was OK for them to make the decision whether to fuck. I guess I thought that when you threw money into the mix at that age, their decision on whether to fuck was no longer totally independent, that is, it had the danger of being somewhat more coerced. "Cool off, Babe," he saids "You have to remember that their fathers are all partners in the firm. "They all have plenty of money. They can all go to the best schools anyway. "What we're giving them is not anything they really need. It's not like a typical whore who earns money to live--like you. "What we're paying them is more like a bonus or gift or graduation present from high school. And they fuck because they like it, not for any other reason. They love it, Babe! "We call them whores for fun, that is, only because it makes it seem a little nastier to fuck them. Actually, we love them like they're our own boys. You'll see, believe me." I couldn't argue with him really. They aren't whores in the traditional sense. We whores do it for pay to live on. A lot of us don't like it. Fortunately for me, I love it! Otherwise, I wouldn't do it. I have a law degree. I don't have to do it. But God help me how I do love it!! I guess as long as they're treating the young boys well and are not taking advantage of them, and they actually love it, it's not such a bad thing. WOW! I had really changed in the last 72 hours, hadn't I? "It's different with you, Babe," he continued. "You're a true whore. "And you love it, and you're the best. Hell, you've never actually stopped being a whore, even when you were at law school with your two boyfriends, Jay and Matt. "You have deep feelings for them, sure, but deep down you've been a whore with them too. Your basic relationship with them has been that you've loved giving pleasure to both of them. "But did you ever really commit to either of them? It took you forever to commit to Jay, and didn't you do it basically just because you felt you were under pressure to? "He had already told you how much he loved you months before. And with Matt, you still can't commit to him the way he has committed to you. "In the end, Babe, you're still a whore. You've made them happy just like you did your clients while you were in college. "You may not have been taking money for it for the last three years. Instead, you've accepted other things, like emotional support for example. But you're still basically a whore. Right?" Now I was pissed, really pissed. For a split second I had to consider whether he might be right, of course, but then I knew he was full of shit. And I was going to give it to him with both barrels, right between the eyes. "Listen, Jim," I said, trying to control my intense anger, "Matt and I had a quick conversation this morning just before I called you. "He told me how much I'd changed over the weekend and how much it scared him. He told me effectively that I had become a whore over the weekend and that he wasn't sure he would love the new me like he loved the old me, the one who wasn't a whore. "He was afraid our relationship was, as a result, going to be severely damaged and ruin our last two months together. Nevertheless, he said he would deal with it because he thought the job with your firm was the best thing for me. As you can see, he loves me so much he'll do anything for me no matter what the consequences to him. "I tried my best to reassure him and told him that because of the change I was forced to go through, he was fortunate in that he would be able to see another side of me: the stripper and whore I was BEFORE I started law school. And as a result, he'd have his own callboy and stripper for the next two months, and at no charge. That seemed to make him happy, though I'm not 100% sure whether he was faking it or not." Now I got heated. "Jim," I said, "I know clearly the difference between being a whore and NOT being a whore, and as you just heard, Matt does too. And I assure you, had I been a whore around Jay, he would have known it as well, probably better than Matt. "Jay was an extremely intelligent and sensitive man. He would have known in a split second if I'd tried to pretend with him that I was something that I wasn't, like what a whore does for his clients." Then I got even more heated. "Jay and I and Matt and I had sincere, honest, loving relationships," I said, "unlike anything between a whore and his clients. So, if you ever again intimate or suggest anything to the contrary, I swear I'll beat your fucking ass on my way out the door. Do I make myself clear?" "Whoa, Babe!" he replied quickly. "I'm sorry. Really. "I guess I was way off base. I actually intended to mean what I said as a compliment, though when I think back on it now, I guess it really did come out all wrong. "I'm really glad for you, and for Jay and Matt, that you were able to set aside the life you led in college to have those wonderful relationships. I don't think I could have done it if I had been what you were in college. "I'm impressed, and envious, too. Really. "Sincerely. And I'm truly sorry I upset you." "I'm not sure whether to believe you, Jim," I said, "but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, this time anyway. In any case, I'll apologize too. I just can't help but be so sensitive about all this, but the end is coming up so soon and so fast. "I'm really on edge about it all," I said. "Please, can we just forget about the past couple of minutes and move on? You have no idea how difficult all this is for me at the moment." "I guess now maybe I do, Babe," he said. "If nothing else, perhaps this past exchange has shown me that loud and clear. "OK," he said. "Let's get back to taking about the boys." "OK, fine," I said. "Another thing you, I'm sure, would be interested to know is how attractive and gorgeous these boys are, Babe," he said. "Sure," I said. "Tell me about them." "Remember, Babe," he said, "these are all sons of partners, and the partners' cocks range from 8" to 10" and are generally thick. Consequently, these boys tend to develop early and tend to be hung. Therefore, the 12- and 13-year-olds have all measured 7" or 8", and the 14- and 15-year-olds have all measured 8" or 9" so far." "Fuck, Jim!" I said. "That hadn't occurred to me. That's amazing!" "No shit!" he said. "And get this, sometimes you get a young boy whose cock has started to develop early, and he hasn't started his growth spurt." "What are you getting at?" I asked him. "Well, let me put it this way," he said. "One of the greatest fucks I ever had was the night I spent with the 12-year-old son of one of our partners who'd had his cherry popped a couple of nights before by another partner. "This little bitch had an 8" cock but was only 5'2" and had a small frame with huge feet and huge hands. He was the most incredible sight you could imagine!" "Oh, fuck!" I blurted out. "No shit!" he said. "I got behind him to fuck him and spread his legs a little, and his cock actually touched the sheets! "His foreskin and the precum dripping out of it were actually rocking forward and back as I grabbed his waist and pushed it forward and back just a little. And all the while I did, the little bitch moaned with intense pleasure." I was about to lose it. Just then, I had a quick flashback. I had no idea where I was. I wasn't sure I was in my own body either. All I knew was that I was fucking someone who seemed very, very young, and very, very dark. And it seemed like it was a long, long time ago. He loved it, though, and so did I. This all happened within a split second. "That sounds amazing, Jim," I said. "So, what happened next?" "I tell you, Lance," he said, "these boys are fuck machines. They are so eager. "They get into bed with you and can't get enough--ever. If you're in a hurry, all you have to do is stick your finger in their mouth to get it a little moist, then stick it up their ass, then touch their prostate for just a couple of seconds. "They'll swoon and then look at you with glazed-over eyes. You say, `OK, my horny little bitch. As you can see, I know exactly what you need. Give me what I need first, and then I'll give you what need.' "At that point, they turn into the most incredible sluts you could ever imagine. Their tender, smooth, hot, supple bodies do things you can't imagine." Fuck! I could imagine it all right. I was doing everything I could not to imagine it!! But I did know one thing: I was going to get there and end up in bed with those little bitches and pop the cherries of any new ones that joined the gym come hell or fucking high water!! But I had to play it cool. I couldn't lose it. Not now. Always cool, Lance. Keep fucking cool. "And what do you do if you're not in a hurry, Babe?" I asked him, a little tongue in cheek. "Oh, Babe, that's even better," he said. "In that case, I look at the boy, smile broadly to him and, seating him on my lap, pull his head down gently to mine, and start kissing his young, soft lips gently--i.e, as gently as a horny jock can kiss. Then I start slowly pushing into his small mouth with my tongue to find his small, hot tongue and dart back and forth over it. "After he's relaxed a little, I descend slowly to his nipples and start licking and sucking and nibbling on them, first softly and then more firmly. Soon I'm biting one and pinching the other just to the point where the pain and pleasure equalize. "At that point, the boy winces and moans and throws his eyes to the back of his head and his head back at the same time. Finally, with one hand I reach under his large now stiff cock and then back under his large balls and play extremely lightly with them with my fingernails. At the same time, my other hand descends to his little asshole and tickles it most gently." I was just about to lose it entirely. I was breathing heavily. I only hoped Jim couldn't hear me. "At this point," he continued, "the little bitch almost always loses all control and turns into a complete slut for sex. I don't have to say anything else. "He knows exactly what to do. Even if he didn't, it wouldn't matter. Hormones take over. "He's all over me--on my cock, on my ass, etc. He even sits on my face to let me taste his juicy little hole while he moans his satisfaction. Finally, after just the right of stimulation, he gets on all fours, ready to be plowed. "He does all this without any direction from me. It's all automatic. It's extremely erotic. "They're complete sluts, Lance. Complete. You have to experience it to believe it." "They do sound like a lot of fun, Jim, I must say," I said. "I do think I'd like to see what they could offer." "You're being awfully cool about this, Babe," he said, somewhat guardedly. Good. I didn't go too far. But I didn't want to go too far the other way either, so I thought it might be good to give him a little of both, sort of confuse him a little. "Not at all, Babe," I said. "I'm in, that is, it definitely sounds like something I'd like to try. "It's just that I guess after all the stuff I've done during my life, sexually speaking that is, I sort of have to experience something before I can get too excited about it. Merely hearing about it usually just isn't enough. No offense." "Understood," he responded. "No offense taken. I do feel I need to tell you one more thing about the boys, since you raised the subject, Babe." "Shoot," I replied. "Well, you remember the young stable boy who took care of you this past weekend?" he asked me. "You mean the cute blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who was so embarrassed and tongue-tied when I came out of the shower nude?" I replied. "That's the one," he said. "He's one of our six boys." "Really?" I asked. Damn! I certainly did remember that minx. He was so fucking cute. I'd even thought about him a few times since I'd met him 48 hours before. "Yeah," he said. "In fact, he's our best one. "He's incredible. He's 14. He's been with us since he was 12." "But he acted so shy, Jim," I said. "You'd never know that he was so uninhibited in bed." "Yeah," he said. "It really is sort of unusual. "He's the shiest boy I've ever met, except when he's fucking. Then he's a complete unadulterated slut." "That's unbelievable!" I said. "Yeah, but there's more," he said. There always seemed to be more with Jim. I was afraid to ask. "What's that?" I said. "Or should I ask?" I added, jokingly. "No, this is kind of cute, actually," he said. "He knew before you got here that you were coming to interview us, and who you were. "He'd heard of you from his father. So, he asked me if there were some way he could `get a look at you,' so to speak. "I told him he could be the stable boy. He said he really just wanted to see your face, not see you nude. "He told me he'd be too embarrassed to see you nude. He was afraid he couldn't handle it, being so shy. "I put him on the spot and told him he could be the stable boy or nothing. He decided to be the stable boy but reluctantly." "You're a bitch, Jim, a real bitch," I told him. "Couldn't you have cut the boy a little slack? Christ!" I was actually a little miffed. "Oh, I was just having a little fun," he said. "Deep down he was dying to see you nude, he was just too shy to admit it. "Anyway, you saw how he reacted to you. He was completely nonplussed. If he hadn't known that the mirrors were see-through, I actually think he might have jumped you." "C'mon, Jim," I said, actually a little embarrassed. I expected men to be attracted to me, but it was a little different with 14-year-old boys. "No, Lance," he said. "I'm serious. After he gave you the towel, he came out to see me before he left. "He had a glazed-over look in his eyes, the look that showed he has a serious crush on you. What's worse, he took me aside and did something I'd have never expected from him, being as shy as he is." "What's that?" I asked. "He TOLD me to make sure you got an offer and accepted it. He told me to do whatever it took to make you come here--not asked, TOLD. He has it bad for you, Lance, worse than I do, and I don't believe I'm saying that." I didn't believe it. A shy 14-year-old boy wanted to be with me so badly that he found the nerve to tell his father's boss to arrange it--not ask, tell. This was all too unbelievable. And the boy was so incredibly cute. No, he was fucking gorgeous! And he was so good in bed, too. OH MY GOD! "Jim, this isn't some come-on just to get me there, is it?" I asked him. "Because if it is, I swear I'll not only never forgive you. I'll make you pay big time." "C'mon, Lance," he said. "Given all you know about us, I know what you could do to us. Do you think I'd be stupid enough to lie about this?" "I suppose you're right," I said. "That would be incredibly stupid." "Just a little more about the boy," he continued. "He's incredible, Babe. His father is one of our 10" thick-cocked partners. "Consequently, the boy has already developed quite a bit despite how young he is. He already has a 9" thick cock, and his body has started to fill out--I mean, he already has a little muscle definition." Oh, fuck, I thought! The bitch is only 14, but he apparently looks like he's 16 or so. "He's also a soccer player just finishing the 8th grade," Jim continued. "So I have him wear his soccer uniform to the gym every once in a while and come to see me in the Jacuzzi where we rendezvous alone--at least once each week. He's so fucking hot in his black cleats, long socks, and short jersey that I nearly cum just looking at him. "I have him remove his shirt as soon as he opens the door to reveal his developing chest. I remove the rest, during our session, whenever I desire, or when I tell him to. "Sometimes I ask him to do a slow strip tease, which he does like a fucking pro. By the way, I tell him not to shower after practice. I love to smell his scent and see the stains all over his body and uniform." Fuck! Jim was driving me nuts!! An athletic uniform. On a young boy. And dirty. OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! I was breathing heavy--so fucking heavy. What those beautiful blue eyes must look like! "And next year," Jim continued, "late in the fall, he'll turn 15." So, he's starting high school this Fall as a freshman. "He's going out for football. There's no question but that he'll make it, so instead of a soccer uniform, he'll be coming to the gym in a football uniform." Shit! I came. There was no stopping it. I didn't even touch myself. Jim had taken me back to my high school days. Blond-haired, blue-eyed uniformed football players. There was my high school sweetheart, Tim, standing right in front of me, as if it were yesterday. Fuck! It was all too much. This 14-year-old boy wanted to fuck me sooooo fucking much he was TELLING Jim to get me there. I was going to fuck Tim again. FUCK! DAMN! "Lance, are you there?" he asked me. "Lance?" "Sorry, Jim," I said. "I got distracted. I was making some tea here. The water in the microwave was done." "I didn't hear a beep, Babe," Jim said, giggling, in disbelief. "Uh, no," I lied. "I took it out before the beep. Anyway, you were saying . . ." "Well, about the boy's crush," he said. "As I said, it's, well I would say, for want of a better word, unprecedented. "I've never seen anything like it. He called me Saturday night to ask me how the lunch meeting with you on Saturday afternoon went. His voice had a tone I'd never heard in him before, i.e., except like the one earlier that afternoon before he left: not shy at all; determined. "Then he called me last night to ask me how our conversation yesterday afternoon went. He had the same tone in his voice. Then he called me today at noon to ask whether we had spoken this morning and, if so, how it went. "He had the same basic tone in his voice except this time it had a little more anxiety and desperation in it. Lance, he wants you worse than I've even known of anyone wanting anyone else before." "That's cute, Jim," I said. "Lance, I really don't think this is just what I would call `cute,' and I don't think I'd classify this as just a `crush,'" he said. "It may be more than that." "C'mon, Jim," I said. "Isn't he a little young to know about anything more than a crush?" "Under normal circumstances, I would say `Yes,'" he said. "But this boy is intelligent well beyond his years." "God, Jim!" I said. "Are you suggesting I come there and pursue a relationship with him? Do you think that would be healthy?" "No, not really," he said, "though I'm not necessarily ruling that out, either. I do think, however, that it would be healthy for you to be here to help him work through his feelings for you. And please understand, I am not using this to apply any pressure to you to accept our offer. Honestly." "Then why are you bringing it up?" I asked, with an obvious tone of slight irritation in my voice. "Easy, Babe, easy," he said. "Don't get upset. It's only for this reason: if you decide at the end of our conversation not to accept our offer, that's fine. "In that case, however, I'd ask you to do me a big favor, for the boy. You've already agreed to come here and pop my cherry if you decide not to come, and for that I'm very grateful. "I'd like you also to come here to see this boy and spend some time with him doing whatever he wants. Up to a week if he wants--longer if you're willing and if he also wants. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." "He really means a lot to you, doesn't he, Jim?" I responded. "Yes, Babe," he said. "If I had a son, I'd want him to be just like him," Jim said, with great emotion. I could tell it was difficult for him to get it out. "That's sweet, Babe," I said. "Look, I doubt I'll have to worry about that promise, because I think I'm just about ready to accept your offer, but I'll agree to your request and come to see both you and the boy if I decide not to accept the offer. "So, very soon you'll be able to tell him one of two things: either I'll be there in a couple of months as one of your attorneys and will do my best to be with him as often as he wants, or I'll be there is a couple of months and will spend at least a week with him and do whatever he wants." "That's great, Babe, and so are you," he said. "I knew there was a reason I wanted you to join our firm, I mean, other than the obvious one, of course." He laughed, and so did I. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower case "L", not the numeral "1".