Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 14:37:04 -0400 (EDT) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lances Story 14 Once I'd agreed to help the boy, I knew my next demands were going to be easy to get by Jim. Any further negotiating was unnecessary. Jim would agree to virtually anything I asked for. "Thanks, Jim," I said. "In any case, in order for me to accept your offer, here's how it's got to be. The fucks at the office will be limited to the 80 guys at work and so will the two scheduled fucks at the gym every night and on every Saturday afternoon. "I think that's only fair since it's the firm that's paying me. That will ensure that I fuck the 80 guys at work at least once every month." "I agree," he said. "I think that's best." "In addition, any member of the firm who is a virgin right now will stay that way till I get there," I added. "I'll arrange to pop his cherry ASAP after I get there." "Good," he said. "And being one of the ones in that category, I'm looking forward to it, Babe." "Yeah, I know," I said. "You never stop reminding me, you horny bitch." "HA HA!" Jim laughed. "As for anyone who's 16 or older who's not a member of the firm who wants to join the gym, he will be asked immediately whether he's a virgin," I continued. "If so, he will be my next 9 p.m. Monday through Friday evening or 4 p.m. Saturday afternoon fuck and will have his cherry popped then--or, if it can be arranged, at the office on rare occasions. This, of course, is an exception to the rule about those office slots being held for only the 80 guys at the office. "Naturally, if more than one 16+ year old guy joins in one day, I'll take them consecutively, not together. I've had experience trying to pop more than one guy's cherry at the same time. Sometimes it doesn't work out too well. Guys often chicken out after watching someone else have his cherry popped by me." "I can understand that, Babe," Jim responded. "I'm not sure I'd like to watch you pop someone's cherry just before you pop mine," he added, chuckling. "I'll bet you're right, Babe," I said, laughing evilly at him. "As for 12- to 15-year-olds, I'll be the ONLY one from now on who'll pop their cherries. "Period. Furthermore, from now on, all boys 12 to 15 who are not virgins will not be permitted to join the gym. "They'll have to wait till they're 16. This will encourage their horny fathers and everyone else to keep their fucking hands off them so I can be the one to pop their cherries or face the consequences. "Also, and this is important, Babe, any 12- to 15-year-old boys who want to join the gym from now till I come will have to wait till I get there so I'll be the one who pops their cherries. Make sure you announce that immediately to everyone there." "Well, well, Lance," he said. "What's this? Just a few minutes ago you were so worried that fucking these boys was illegal. Has your Brazilian ancestor had some sort of an effect on you all of a sudden? "How did you know about him?" I asked. "Oh, never mind. I guess you discovered that in your research as well, huh?" Jim just laughed hysterically and said, "Sounds like my favorite whore has all of a sudden lost some of his scruples. That's good. The bigger the whore you are, and the less conscious you have, the better off you'll be here." I knew he was telling the truth. The sooner I gave in completely and realized I was a nasty, naughty whore and stopped fighting it, the happier I would be at the firm. But I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it to Jim--not yet, perhaps not ever. I needed to do things in my own time and on my own terms--or at least make it sound like that, even if it appeared clearly the other way. "Not at all, Jim," I lied. "Now that you've explained that the boys are all sons of partners of the firm and are well vetted before they start their activities at the gym, I think I'm willing to play along. "Besides," I continued, "I'm well aware that in many countries, the age of consent is much lower than in the U.S. In Spain, for example, the age of consent is 12. So fucking boys, these particular boys down to the age of 12 here, doesn't present much of a moral problem for me, so long as certain strict conditions are satisfied." That seemed to me like a fairly good argument, one that an attorney would be proud of. I still wasn't sure I bought it myself, but I was pretty sure I could convince myself of it over the next two months. "Sounds a little bit like a load of shit to me, Babe," Jim responded. I could almost see the evil grin on his face through the phone. "Nevertheless," he added, "I'll accept it. Besides, I am aware of the age of consent's being only 12 in Spain. I've taking a few trips to Spain over the years and enjoyed some nice young legal boy pussy while there. "I had intended it to be a surprise, but since you're already aware of the age of consent there, I'll go ahead and let you know now that I get to Spain a few times each year on business," he added. "From now on, whenever I go to Spain, you'll be accompanying me as my `assistant, so to speak, and we'll be having a lot of orgies with 12-year-old boipussy while we're there." "Yum, yum, Babe!" I said. "I'll be looking forward to that, Jim." "Now who's the lecherous slut?" he asked. "You've turned me into one," I said, chortling. "Good," he said. "Anything else to discuss?" "Yeah," I said. "There's just one more thing I'd like to run past you, and for me this is more important at this point than anything else in my life." "Sounds important, Lance," he said. "Lay it on me. I'll do whatever I can for you." I knew he would--ANYTHING, just to make me happy so he could get into my pants to use my monster for his own enjoyment ASAP. "Thanks," I said. "Well, Jim, you know how important Matt is to me." "Of course," he said. "Well," I said. "I've decided to take him to Paris and Monte Carlo in a few weeks during our Spring Break for, uh, a sort of a celebration and farewell trip at the same time." "Sounds great!" he said. "Though it's rather both a happy and bittersweet occasion at the same time, isn't it?" "Yeah, really," I said. "But here's the thing: I really can't afford it on my own right now. However, there are four ways I can think of to swing it: borrow money from a bank, take out student loans, ask you to forward me the money on my signing bonus, or ask you to front me the money on my salary and deduct it periodically the first year I'm there. "Now, I've been thinking about each option and here's what I've come up with. Uh, regarding the first one . . . " "Lance," he said, "I don't mean to cut you off, Babe, but I think I've got a fifth way that you'll like even better." "Yeah?" I said. "What's that, Babe?" "We'll fund your trip to Europe completely, at no cost to you," he said. "You'll be flown there on the company jet. "It'll be completely at your disposal to fly you between the cities you visit. You'll have the absolute best accommodations while there. "We'll take care of you like you were taken care of while you were here on your interview. What I mean is, you'll bring with you no luggage, or clothes, etc. Everything you need will be provided for you. "You'll have a limo to take you wherever you want, whenever you want to use it. You'll eat at nothing but the finest restaurants. "You'll have private tours available if you want them. You'll need no money. You'll have access to absolutely anything you want 24 hours a day. "And might I suggest that instead of going just to Paris and Monte Carlo, you'll leave on Friday afternoon of your Spring Break, arriving in Venice the following morning, that is, Saturday. "Then you'll leave the following Tuesday at noon, arriving a couple hours later at Nice and drive via limo to Monte Carlo. Then you'll leave Thursday morning, arriving Thursday afternoon in Paris. Then you'll leave Paris Sunday afternoon, arriving Sunday evening back home?" I was fucking stunned! I was unable to speak, completely speechless. "Lance, are you still there, Babe?" he asked. "Yeah, Jim," I responded. "I just don't know what to say." Jim started laughing and said, "Just say `Yes,' Lance. That's all you have to do!" "Yes! Jim, Yes!" I said. "But I'm not a fool, Jim. There's got to be a catch." "Well, nothing you can't handle, Babe," he said. "In fact, I think you'll enjoy it!" It figured. There's no such thing as a free lunch, is there? "OK, Jim, I'm listening," I said, in a very morose tone of voice. "Hey, Babe," he said. "You sound a little on edge." "I'm sorry, Jim," I said. "It's just that all you said sounded so exciting, and you know how important this is to me. Now I'm sitting here waiting for the other shoe to drop wondering whether what you'll ask is just too much, and then you'll take away all that you've just offered." "Come on, Lance," he said. "Haven't we been virtually begging you on our knees to join our firm for the last 48 hours? "Do you think I'd really be stupid enough to play bait and switch with you at this point?" he asked. "Give me a little credit, Babe." "OK, Jim," I said. You're right. I'm sorry. "I apologize. But you just can't imagine what I'm going through here. I'm a mess, practically a mental case, getting worse by the minute, trying to deal with breaking up with Matt in a couple of months. "I know I'll be fine once it's finally over, but right now it's killing me, and the least bit of stress gets me blown way out of control." I choked a little trying to get through telling him this. "Matt must be a great guy, Lance, and I'm sure he must feel the same way about you," he said. "You don't have to apologize. "Listen, I'll tell you what I have in mind. If you don't want to do it, then you don't have to. We'll pay for the trip anyway. "I promise there won't be any bad feelings. How's that sound?" "That's terrific of you Jim," I said. OK. "I promise I'll do my best to keep an open mind to do whatever you ask. Shoot. What'd you have in mind?" "I'd like you to be my personal callboy for one year from the day you start working at the firm," he said. "This won't interfere with your official legal duties at the firm. However," he added, "I may demand certain special services on weekday evenings or on weekends for dinners or parties I may have, to assist me in entertaining clients or even personal friends. "Occasionally, I may even call you to come to my house in the middle of the night for a booty call, but not often, as I would want you to get enough sleep to discharge all your official duties at the firm. But I think you're young enough to handle this occasionally. "Your special services would be used in various ways," he continued. "For example, occasionally you would be my personal, let's say, escort, for instance, on out-of-town business trips, as I mentioned previously about the trips to Spain. Usually, however, you would be the centerpiece of orgies of various sizes or be the show piece of parties or dinners of various types at my house, whether business or personal--some even unusual. "However, none would be degrading or anything outside of what you said you wouldn't be willing to do. Doing this would not only pay back the firm for this trip, but it would also help us get to know you better, which would help you move along much faster in the firm." "Is that all?" I asked. "Hell, Babe, I'm a whore! I'd love that!! "That's fucking fantastic!!!" I replied. "I've got NO problem with that AT ALL!!!! That's a fantastic idea, Jim. "In fact, you don't have to limit the deal to just one year. I'll do it for as long as you want. "You know how much I love to please men. Frankly, I thought all you're asking was part of my job description anyway!" "Great, Lance!" he said. "That's very nice of you to offer to do, I mean, to do it for as long as I want instead of just one year." "It's the absolute least I can do," I said. "I just wish you had started out this part of the conversation, I mean, telling me what you wanted me to do for you. "Then, when I had no problem with it, you could have told me about paying for the trip. Would have saved me a lot of strain on my heart, Babe." "Sorry, Lance," he said. "Guess that would've been better." "That's alright, boss," I said. "I'll just take it out in kind when I fuck that ass of yours the first time I see you." I chucked evilly. "You really can be a slut, Lance," he said. "Yeah, and you love it!" I said. "Besides, you said you know all about me, Babe. You don't really need to ask then, do you?" "True," Jim said, laughing. "And by the way, if anyone fucks that ass before I get there, I will consider it a grave personal insult," I added. "Trust me, that's not about to happen," he said. "If I've held back all these years, what makes you think I'd let anyone have it when I've got the opportunity to have a young stud with a thick 12½" cock pop my cherry in just a couple of months?" "I know I certainly wouldn't if I were in your shoes, Babe," I said, laughing. "Anything else, Babe?" he asked. "No, that's about it, Babe," I responded. "I'm ready to accept your offer to be an associate at your law firm, and I do." "Great!" Jim said. "In addition," I said, "to clarify three important points: First, I'll be talking with you later as to the exact start date. Second, we've agreed on the parameters of all my non-attorney activities. Third, you're providing me and Matt the vacation of a lifetime in Venice, Monaco, and Paris, to start by picking us up in a limo at our apartment the first Friday afternoon this April, and to return to our apartment nine days later. "You are making all the arrangements. All we have to bring are our passports. Have I got it all?" "That's about it, Babe," he said. "Just one other thing," I chimed in quickly. "Shoot," he responded. "I'll call your secretary in a few days to let him know the supplies to buy for my room at the gym and for my rooms at the office, e.g., sex toys, lube, condoms for when we have orgies, etc. In addition, I'll ask hiring my personal secretary and getting that arranged as soon as possible after I arrive there." "No problem," he said. "Thanks, Jim," I said. "Thanks so much. And thanks for Matt, too." "There's just one thing I think you've forgotten, Lance," he said. "And, actually, whether or not we'll see you in two months depends on it." Oh fuck! What could it be? What could I have missed? I'd better play it cool before I blow this whole thing. This whole deal is too good to be true to fuck it up! I've even managed to arrange for Matt and me to go to Europe FOR NOTHING!! Oh my God, what's going on? Careful, Lance, careful. Be cool. "I'm sorry, Jim," I admitted. "I can't think of anything. Could you fill me in?" I said completely nonchalantly. "Well, I'll give you a little hint: I've had a hard on for well over an hour now," he responded. Oh, fuck! The masturbation!! Keep cool. A little humor may be best here. "Well, it's your cock, Babe," I said lightly. "I just figured you were `no longer in need of my services,' so to speak. I can't read your fucking mind, you know." I chuckled. "Yeah, right," he said. "You expect me to believe that?" I couldn't really tell from the tone of his voice whether or not he was kidding. I couldn't believe he'd tell me not to come, given his huge crush on me, but there was one thing I had learned after three years at law school: you can never be sure of anything. So, I thought it was time to throw him a bone and admit that I was human, that I could make a mistake. Think quickly, Lance. You're nearly out of law school. You ought to be able by now to frame your statement well enough, so you make yourself look as good as possible. "OK, OK. I'll admit it," I said. "You got me. "You caught me so off guard with the unbelievably generous offer about the European trip that I couldn't think about anything else except what it means to Matt and me. I apologize. "But trust me. I won't be making any more mistakes when it comes to sex ever again. It's not in my nature. "When it comes to sex and all things related to sex, I'm the inveterate expert, the best whore you'll ever meet. I'm a natural. "I live, eat, and breathe sex, and I have since I was a teenager. You know that." "Yes, I know that," he said, "and I can understand and appreciate how the offer about the trip went to your head. I accept the apology. But now, bitch, if you don't mind, I'd like to know how best to get off, like you promised you'd teach me," he added, chortling. "You got it, oh humble master," I said, laughing. "OK. There are basically three different methods of masturbation: the eye job, the shaft job, and the head job. "The eye job requires you to learn a lot of new techniques and takes a lot of practice, so I won't try to teach it to you now. I'll help you and the rest of the guys learn it when I get there. "Nevertheless," I continued, "even though it's a little involved, it's worth the effort to learn because it produces the most powerful orgasms of the three methods. The same techniques are also great to use when having regular sex, so I'll also teach them to all of you after I get there." "I've never heard of it before," he replied, very curiously. "No, not a lot of people around here have heard of it because it's a technique used in the Far East," I continued. "It's also known as Tantric masturbation. "You can research it online if you like, or you can wait till I get there in a couple of months. I once attained an orgasm using Tantric masturbation with the help of a partner that lasted a full five minutes. It would have lasted longer if my partner's hand and arm hadn't gotten too tired to continue." To interrupt my story briefly: I swear this is absolutely true. I did experience a Tantric orgasm that in fact lasted a full five minutes. It was fantastic! If anyone is interested in learning about and potentially practicing Tantric masturbation, I suggest he go to this web page first: Tantric Masturbation Guide: A Journey of Self- Love -- BerryLemon If anyone is serious about learning about the subject, purchasing a book on the subject will probably be required. Email me and let me know how it goes. I'd love to hear from anyone who is successful in attaining a Tantric orgasm, no matter how short or long. If I am successful in pleasing even one man by informing him about Tantric methods, and thereby please him by writing my story, it would make writing my story worth all the effort I've put into it. Now to continue my story... "Come on, Lance, I really find that extremely hard to believe," Jim responded. "I don't blame you, Jim," I said. "I found it all rather suspicious, too, until I experienced it myself. "Tantric practitioners claim it's possible to sustain orgasms lasting up to five or six hours. Wouldn't that be unbelievable to experience, Babe?" "Yeah," he said, laughing. "I'd think I'd died and gone to heaven." "That's exactly how I felt after I had the one that lasted `just' five minutes," I said. "What was it like, I mean, what does an extended orgasm feel like?" he asked, like a child begging for some candy. "It's really hard to describe, babe," I responded. "The best way I can describe it is that the next time you masturbate, alone or with someone, and you are close to cumming, concentrate on just the millisecond before you start shooting. Remember that unbelievable feeling when every nerve in your body is charged up, just before you start shooting and then that feeling ends. "The Tantric orgasm is that feeling of staying continuously charged up and then you shoot and then it's over. It's incredible! "You're literally trapped in that millisecond of tension when every nerve in your body is charged up. It is absolutely glorious." "My God, Lance!" he said. "You've just got to teach me how to do that." "So, you think now that I'm worth what you're paying me?" I asked. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed. "If you didn't absolutely have to finish law school, I'd beg you to come tomorrow," he added, laughing. "Anyway, let me show you now how to do a shaft job the right way," I said. "This is worth quite a few thousand too." I laughed. "First," I continued, "go to your office door and tell your secretary you don't want to be disturbed till further notice, and then lock the door. Then strip and return to your chair. "Sit down on the edge of your chair so your cock and balls hang down low over it. Put me on speaker phone and then take the bottle of lube out of the top right drawer of your desk." "How'd you know where my lube was or even that I had any lube here in the office?" He asked. "Please, Jim," I said. "Do we have to start with the ridiculous questions again? "OK, never mind," he said. "Give me a few seconds." Jim was always so amazed when I knew something. I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but these things are so easy to figure out. First of all, when I was at the interview two days ago, I noticed Jim was right-handed when he signed something and when he did everything else with his right hand. Second, anyone so fucking horny is bound to have lube in his office somewhere. He's bound to be fucking people in his office regularly. So, where would such a horny right-handed person put his lube? In the most easily and quickly accessible place, of course. And where is that? In the top right-hand drawer. Easy. About 15 seconds later Jim resumed talking. "OK, I'm ready. What next?" "OK," I said. "You're right-hand, right." "How did you know that . . . OK, OK," he said. "I assume you jerk off using your right hand?" I asked him. "Yeah," he answered. "If I'm right-handed, I'd use that hand, wouldn't I?" "Yeah," I said, "but that's your first mistake." "Why's that?" he asked. "Your brain is acutely aware of what you do with your dominant hand but is not so aware of what you're doing with your other hand," I responded. "Consequently, if you do something with your other hand, your brain can be made to focus somewhere other than on that hand much more easily, which is exactly what you want when you're jerking off. You want your brain to focus on your cock, the place where you are obtaining pleasure." "That makes sense," he replied. "I also assume that when you jack off you hold your cock in the palm of your hand, i.e., you sort of cup it." I said. "Yeah, isn't that the way to do it?" he asked. "No, it isn't," I answered. "You should put your hand on top of your cock for various reasons: First, when you hold it the way you do now, the top of the cock never gets any attention, so you touch only half of your cock. "Second, when you hold it from above instead, you can grab it gently on top and push the head of the cock with the heal of the hand near the tip downward toward the floor, and then grabbing it with the whole hand pull it gently downward away from the body toward the floor, producing an extremely pleasurable sensation. "Third, when you hold it that way the fingers are then under the cock, and they can play with the underside of the cock, which is the most sensitive part of the cock, and thus stimulate it much more effectively than the flat palm of the hand does when held under the cock, which merely moves up and down the underside. For example, when the hand is on the top, the fingers can tap on the underside--which is my favorite action--or they can massage the underside, etc. "Fourth, when the hand is on the top of the cock, you are able to create a ring with your thumb and index finger placing it around the base of the cock and produce a squeezing action, then slide it down the length of the cock, similar to milking a cow's utter, which can be extremely pleasurable. (I recommend you use this technique toward the end of the masturbation as it tends to make you come quickly.) "This cannot be done quite as effectively when the palm-under-the-cock position is used because the position is wrong for it to be as pleasurable. There are more things you can do, but these are the main ones to start. "With these you can produce powerful orgasms, and they require very little practice. In fact, most people improve their orgasms markedly the first time they use them." "Damn, Lance," he said. "I never knew there was so much to masturbation. Where did you learn about all of this?" "In college, when I was a dancer and an escort" I said. "I learned it from the best. "When you really want to know something, you can find out. During my final two years in college when I was a stripper and an escort, I decided I wanted to know everything about sex that there was to know, and I think I came as close to it as anyone ever did." "I guess so, Babe," he said. "OK, Jim," I said. "Enough lecturing. "Time for the test. Lube up." "Way ahead of you, Babe," he said. "I've been practicing what you've been suggesting for a couple of minutes now." "My, my, you are a slut," I said. "I should have known." "It's fucking awesome!" he said. "I told you it would be," I said. "What do you like the most?" "I think pushing it downward is a great feeling," he said. "Playing with the underside with my fingers is awesome too." "Try making the ring with the fingers, and then milk the bitch, bbbe," I said. Usually, you want to do near the end when you're getting close." "I don't want to yet, Lance," he said. "I'm enjoying everything else it too much." "HA, HA," I said. "Take your time, you horny slut. I'm not going anywhere." "Fuck, Lance," he said. "It turns me on like crazy when you talk dirty to me." "Oh, so you like dirty talk, huh, boss?" I asked. "I'm not at all surprised. "I'll be taking dirty to you a lot, bitch, just as soon as I get there. But before I do that, I think you'd like to hear a quick story while you continue to practice your new knowledge. "I'll take a few minutes, so pace yourself. Stop every once awhile if you start to get too close. You can also put your thumb and forefinger around the base and squeeze tightly to stop if you have to." "Oh, fuck yeah, babe," Jim said. "Well, a couple of days ago," I began, "I met a gay attorney named Jim. He's a PIC at a law firm. "He's very fit and not bad looking, actually. He looked to me like he played sports in high school, probably football." "Do you think I might know him?" Jim asked, playfully. "You might, you horny bitch," I responded. "Right now, he's nude, sitting at his desk with his 10" cock and nasty balls hanging over his desk chair." Jim giggled and said, "Yeah, I guess I do know him." "I thought you might," I said. "How's that cock doing? You still making it feel good, babe?" "Fuck!" he said. "It's sooooo good, babe." "Good," I said. "Anyway, when Jim was a freshman in high school, he joined the JV football team. He knew by that time that he was gay, but he hid it from everyone because he grew up in a small town where homophobia was rampant." "So true," he said. "I mean, sounds like he had it rough." "The first day of practice was a revelation for Jim," I continued. "As usually happens, both the JV and V teams finished their practices together and hit the locker rooms to shower at the same time. "Jim was a little shy about undressing because he had developed fairly early by that time. He was already 8" and quite thick." "9"," he said, "but who's counting." "Not bad," I said. "I'm impressed! That just makes the story better. "Anyway," I continued, "Jim watched all the other football players get undressed and got extremely turned on, especially by the juniors and seniors whose bodies were larger and bulkier and whose cocks were in general larger. He got extremely turned on." "EXTREMELY!" he shouted. "It's hard to know for sure what happened next because different people handle it in different ways," I said. "Some people undress down to their jocks, don't take a shower, hide their hard ons, and run home immediately to jerk off. "Others are brave enough to take a shower and show off their own huge cocks to impress the other football players, very few of whom have anything like what they do--even the juniors or seniors. In Jim's case, since he's basically an extrovert, my best guess is that he proudly entered the showers and showed off what he had, even though his cock was as hard as hell, and he had to suffer a little humiliation as a result." "Fuck, Lance," he said. "You've got me so fucking horny. I don't know whether it's the new masturbation techniques, your knowing exactly what happened, or your telling the story and taking me back, or all three, but I'm getting there--fast!" "Oh, but I'm not done, babe, so control yourself," I said. He groaned, deeply. "Whichever one Jim chose to do," I continued, "after Jim got dressed, he rushed home, and went as fast as he could to the bathroom so he could jerk off. He closed his eyes and dreamed of all the junior and senior football players he'd seen nude for the first time just a few minutes before, especially the ones with the most muscles and the largest, thickest cocks." "FUCK!" Jim yelled out in desperation. "You bitch. Are you sure you weren't there?" I just chuckled. "Not too long after that," I continued, "Jim experienced one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had, shooting ropes of cum all over the mirror in the bathroom while he moaned audibly. His mother asked him what he was doing in the bathroom and whether he was OK." "Fuck, Lance," he said. "You're too fucking much." "I know, babe," I said. "I know. "Then, when Jim saw me for the first time two days ago, jerking off rope after rope of cum at those mirrors, it brought it all back. This is chiefly why you developed an immediate huge crush on me, isn't it, Jim?" "Fuck, Lance," he said. "You're killing me here. It's so fucking good." "I asked you a question, Jim," I insisted. "Watching me jerk off brought it all back, didn't it?" "Yeah, I admit it," he said. "It scares the shit out of me just how fucking much you know." "But you know a lot about me, too, don't you?" I said, tongue in cheek. "Yeah, but we have to do research to find out things about you, whereas you just seem to know things instinctively," he said. "That's right," I said. "And if you're smart, babe, you'll never forget the difference. "On the other hand, it's what you're paying me for. So, are we still playing with our cock, Jim?" I asked, tongue in cheek. "You know I am, you bitch!" he shouted out. "I'm getting sooooo close, Lance, sooooo fucking close." "Well then I guess it's time for a little dirty talk, huh, boss?" I asked. "Oh yeah, babe," he said. Please!" "But there's one last thing you have to learn about before you do cum, babe," I said. "Fuck, Lance!" he said. "You're killing me here." "You want it to be the best orgasm, don't you?" I asked. "Yeah, but just hurry up!" he said. "PLEASE!!" "OK," I said. "Just listen. To maximize your enjoyment when you cum, you groan and moan and grunt--whatever works best for you--rhythmically in approximately one second intervals, and this is the most important part: IN AS DEEP A VOICE AS YOU CAN MANAGE, AND THEN TRY TO GO EVEN DEEPER. "You have no idea how satisfying this will make your orgasms. Until I learned this technique, I, like everyone else I know, emitted high-pitched squeals, etc., when I came. It's instinct. "But it's like everything else, if you want it to be the best orgasm possible, you have to learn the best way to do it and practice it. Trust me, Babe, do this a couple of times till it becomes automatic, and you won't believe how much better your orgasms are." "OK, babe," he responded, "I'll try to concentrate some on that, too." "Good," I said. "Well, let's see . . . If you haven't been doing it before, babe, it's time to do the ring down the cock, you know, the milking action." "OK, babe," he said. He was desperate. I could have told him to give me his house and car, and he would have done it. "Good," I said. "I think it's time for you to cum. "And by the way, I think it's extremely important for you to remember, bitch, that your nasty fucking hole will be mine when I get there. And soon after I get there, slut, very soon. The very same day I get there. "I'm going to cram my huge cock down your filthy mouth till you fucking choke just to lube it up and then fuck your virgin man pussy without any additional lube," I said. "You'll squeal like a piglet, which is basically what you are, a bitch, a nasty, slut, cum-catching whore!" "Oh fuck, Lance, you're so nasty good," he said. "I'm cum- cum- cummm- cummmmminnnnng!!!!!" He could barely say it as he breathed hoarsely in a deep, deep voice. "HA HA!" I said. "Of course I'm good. I'm the best. "But then you already know that, don't you? HA HA. Then I can assume it was good for you, babe?" "Oh, fuck, Lance," he said. "OH MY GOD!! I never knew jerking off could feel so good." "Just wait till I get there," I said. "You'll be telling me you never knew sex could be so good, either. After all, that's what you're paying me for, isn't it?" "That's so fucking true," he said. "I hate to be so fucking weak and admit it to you because you've got me now, or should I say you've got US now, in the palm of your hand--no pun intended." "Jim," I said, "I had you in the palm of my hand even before I boarded the plane to fly to the interview last Friday, even though I didn't know it yet." "HA HA," he said. "That's probably true, unfortunately." "By the way," I said, "I'm sure everyone there is going to want me to teach them the correct way to masturbate once I get there." "Absolutely," he replied. "I told everyone you were going to teach me today." "I figured that," I said. "Sometimes you've got such a big mouth, babe. You're not going to teach them what I just taught you yourself, are you?" "Why?" he asked. "Don't you think I can? I told them I would." "I figured that too," I said. Actually, no offense, but no, I don't. "I don't think it would be best. I'm the expert, not you. "When you teach something to a group, there are usually some questions, aren't there? Do you think you can answer any questions they might have?" "No, I suppose not," he responded honestly. "Well, then," I said, "tell everyone that I'll be holding a seminar on how to do it as soon after I get there in the firm's conference room. One hundred percent attendance will be mandatory. "I'll hold a demonstration with total participation. Tell them I told you not to teach them. "You can go ahead and tell them I taught you to do it today, and it was fantastic! You can also tell them what I told you about Tantric masturbation, and that I'll teach them all about that too sometime after I get there. "That ought to get them salivating even more for my arrival. Let them all suffer waiting for me to get there." "You can be a real bitch when you want to be, can't you?" he joked--well, only partially joked. "Yeah, but you're teaching me how to be better at it all the time, boss," I replied. He laughed and said, "You're also learning how to be a great suck up." "That I'm already very good at," I said. "A good whore has to be an expert suck up, no pun intended, in order to survive." "Of that I have no doubt," he said. "Anyway, my secretary's knocking at my door, and we've been at this already longer than I expected. "I really should go. God, how in the hell am I going to clean up all this cum?" "HA HA!" I responded. "Oh, one more thing," he added. "I need to remind you again of your obligation not to divulge ANYTHING regarding the gym or now of the sexual activities at the firm. Also, you may not disseminate any photographs of you or of any part of you to anyone or on the internet while you are employed with us, with the exception of a few to members of your family. "All this and other similar things I haven't restated here will be in a statement you will have to sign immediately when you arrive here on the first day. Furthermore, if anything happens to keep you from coming to work with us, you will divulge nothing about us or about our situation." "No problem, Jim," I said. "I understand and agree to all that. I also expect you to incorporate everything we have agreed to today in that agreement so we can both sign it when I arrive. "I don't want there to be any misunderstanding about anything concerning our relationship. This is a very unusual and complicated long-term relationship that needs to be in writing, so everyone knows exactly what to expect from the beginning." "I agree, Lance," he said. "I'll have a complete and detailed employment contract ready for you to sign the day you arrive." "Also," I continued, "you can now tell the boy with the huge crush on me that I'll be there in a couple of months, and that I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time with him. And I mean that, Jim. "Tell him that I was very attracted to him when I first saw him. I've thought about him a couple of times in the past couple of days. "I really think he's cute. You be sure to tell him that." "Christ, Lance!" he said. "I don't know if that's a good idea. Besides, why didn't you say something about this before?" "That ought to be obvious," I said. "If I didn't accept the offer, It wouldn't have been a good idea." "That's true," he said. "But is it a good idea even now?" "You let me worry about that, babe," I said. "Tell him exactly what I said." "OK," he said. "You're the expert, babe." "And don't you forget it," I responded. "I won't," he replied. "Thanks again for everything," I said. "And thanks again for Matt, too." "You're welcome, Lance, and so is Matt," he said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the trip. "I'll see to it. Bye." "Bye, Babe," I said, and hung up. After I hung up, I noticed I had a huge hard on. I also realized Matt was right about what he said to me that morning: I was changing psychologically back to the man I was before I started law school--a hound, a whore--and what's more, I liked it. No, I fucking loved it! I was getting used to the idea of being the firm's whore, the King of the Gym, the King of the Firm, however you want to put it. I was starting to look forward to having all those men--and boys--at my disposal to fuck whenever I wanted, five weekdays and every Saturday. I also realized that I had developed an interest in fucking younger men that had started this past weekend. The idea of fucking boys below the aged of consent--provided certain conditions were met--had become very appealing to me, something I would have never expected before I went on the interview just 72 hours ago. But I had to put those thoughts out of my mind for the next couple of months in order to be fair both to Matt and myself--at least the thoughts about being a hound and a whore. Otherwise, I might catch myself straying and ruin my relationship with Matt. I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen. I had a wonderful man who loved me as much as life itself, even if I couldn't give myself totally to him in the way he had given himself to me. We both deserved to be able to enjoy each other in Europe over spring break and for the rest of our limited time together. The men and boys at the firm would be there to fuck for years to come starting in a couple of months, but Matt would be gone from my life forever in just a couple of months. It was clear what the most important thing in my life was for the next couple of months: Matt. And other than making sure I did what I needed to do to make sure I graduated from law school during that period, I intended to concentrate all my time and energy on my relationship with Matt until that period was over. I looked up at the clock. It was just after 4 p.m. The phone call with Jim had lasted just over 2 hours--not as long as I had expected it might. Well, he didn't haggle any, so that made it easier and quicker. God, what a horny, easy bitch he is! My cock seemed to get even harder. Thank God I had a wonderful boyfriend who would take care of that tonight for me when we celebrated my new job. I had a nice surprise for him too waiting under my pants. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. 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