Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2024 13:51:12 -0400 (EDT) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lances Story 15 Just then the front door opened. Matt walked in. I noticed he had brought someone with him. "Babe!" he yelled out, unable to see me behind the door as I was sitting on the couch. "I hope you're decent," he joked. "I brought a surprise guest." "I'm over here," I said. "The place's a mess. I wish you'd given me more notice. Who'd you bring?" Then I saw him: Kyle Richardson, the President of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance at the law school. My jaw dropped, and my eyes must have lit up like saucers. I slowly stood up. "Wow, Lance!" Kyle said. "I can see you're excited to see me," he added with a big smile, looking down at my still erect cock straining to get out of its confines. I was so fucking embarrassed. "Yeah," Matt added, chuckling. "You'd think you knew we were coming and were anticipating a threesome." I shot him a look to kill. Kyle got totally embarrassed and blood rushed to his face. He looked down to the floor quickly. "I'm sorry, guys," Matt said quickly. "It just came out. "I didn't mean it like it sounded. Honestly. Please just forget I said it." Matt continued, addressing me, "Kyle asked me yesterday at the library whether you got a job offer at your interview, and when I told him you did, he asked me if you were going to take it. I told him I thought you were, but it would probably be best to get all the details from you. "I knew you were going to talk to the PIC of the firm this afternoon and then make your decision. So, I thought I'd invite him to come here this evening to discuss it with you. "He hesitated to come, but I insisted because I really didn't think you'd mind, given all he's done to help you get the job, you know, sending all the information to the law firm as President of the Alliance. And I thought that what he finds out from you might help him help other members of the Alliance in their job searches." "It's OK, Lance," Kyle chimed in quickly. "I can go. I didn't realize Matt hadn't told you I was coming. "Matt," Kyle continued, "you shouldn't have surprised Lance like this. It wasn't fair. "Lance, you don't need to tell me anything about the job if you don't want to, or if you'd be more comfortable telling me about it at my office in school sometime, rather than here. That's fine also." "No, Kyle, that's OK," I said. "I was just a little shocked at first. And Matt's fucking joke didn't help any," I added facetiously but with a smile on my face. That broke the ice a little. "Why don't you sit down here on the couch, and I'll tell you all about it," I said. "Would you like something to drink?" "Sure," Kyle responded. "I think I need . . . uh . . . that is, would like a double scotch on the rocks, if you have any." "Yeah, Kyle, we have Scotch," I said. And to try to calm him down a little, I walked up to him, put a hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye, smiled, and said in almost a whisper, "I think I'll join you because I think I also `NEED . . . uh . . . that is, WOULD LIKE a double scotch on the rocks also." I pointed for Matt to sit beside him on the couch. I wanted to be able to sit on the chair so I wouldn't be right next to Kyle. I put on a little easy music and then went into the kitchen and got the scotches for me and Kyle and a beer for Matt--what he always drinks. As I was getting the drinks, I thought back quickly to what made Kyle and me so uneasy being together now: our prior relationship. The second or third day of the first year of law school nearly three years ago, Kyle and I met at the Gay and Lesbian Alliance meeting for new members. Kyle was immediately attracted to me and asked me to go out and have a drink with him after the meeting. I thought he was a nice enough guy, and very cute, but he really wasn't my type. I agreed to go have a drink with him anyway. He asked me out a couple more times, once to dinner and another time to a movie. It became obvious right away that he had developed a major crush on me, but he just didn't turn me on. I felt a little sorry for him because he had it really bad for me. Nevertheless, for various reasons, all of which I'll discuss below, I broke it off before letting it go any further and didn't give it a real chance. The only reason I gave him for breaking if off was that I didn't want to start a serious relationship so soon after the beginning of the first year of law school. Therefore, he was absolutely crushed when just a few weeks later I started the relationship with Jay. He hated me because of it, and he never got over his crush on me. In fact, he carried a torch for me throughout all three years of law school and never had a serious relationship with anyone else. As far as I know, he never even dated anyone else. I often considered discussing it with Kyle, but I didn't know what to say. I thought I might make it worse, and I thought I may have hurt his pride. But there was no mistaking the look he gave me whenever we crossed paths for the rest of law school. People even told me they also saw how he looked at me, though no one ever said he discussed it with them. As a result, when he became very active in the alliance, neither Jay, Matt, nor I felt comfortable participating in the activities of the alliance to any substantial extent. Now, after all this time, we were together again. I wondered whether we could keep things on a purely "professional" level. I was quite surprised that Matt would let someone he knew was so desirous of me get so near me, even arranging for us to be in the same room together, being as jealous as he was. Matt knew all about our past, and thus he knew there had never been anything between us since those first couple of days of law school. So, he knew Kyle was no real threat, but jealousy is not rational. I walked back to the living room with the drinks and passed them around. There were just a few seconds of silence while we all took a few sips of our drinks. Matt had a curious grin on his face. "So, Lance," Kyle said, breaking the silence, "how are things going with the job? Matt told me you got an offer, and he told me a little about it. "It sounds unbelievable! No one deserves it more that you." "Thanks," I said rather nervously. "That's really nice of you to say." "Have you accepted it yet?" he asked me. "Uh, actually, yeah," I answered him. "I just got off the phone with the PIC. We ironed out all the details, and then I accepted it." "That's fantastic!" both Matt and Kyle said in unison. "I've got to hear all about it, Lance--everything!" Kyle said. "I don't care if I'm here all night--that is, if you want to tell me." "Me, too, Babe," Matt said. "But first, I've got something else in mind." Both Kyle and I got quiet and looked at Matt. That curious grin was still on his face. Kyle and I got extremely uneasy. "Look, guys," Matt said. "I didn't bring Kyle here just to discuss the job. I've been planning this for a long time." I got very terse. "Matt, I don't know what you're up to, but given Kyle's and my past and that shit-eating grin on your face, I can't imagine that what you're up to that could possibly be anything good." Kyle added quickly, obviously very uneasy, "Lance, I swear, I have no idea what he's up to." He looked at me, obviously frightened that I might think less of him or get upset at him. "I believe you, Kyle," I said. "Just relax. I can tell this is all his idea." "Let's just everyone try to relax, OK?" Matt said. "Look, guys, we all know you two have a history," Matt said. "Not much of one," Kyle piped in quickly and very sarcastically. "I suppose I deserved that," I said. "No, you didn't," Kyle said quickly. "I guess it was a sort of an involuntary reaction after three years of . . .oh fuck." Kyle had ended his sentence in almost a resigned whisper. He was obviously terribly embarrassed at what he had said. He stopped. He turned red. He looked down, obviously trying to conceal that he was in immense emotional pain. After a few seconds of strained silence, he finally spoke. "Uh, I think I'd better go," he said, barely able to get out the words as he started to choke on them. "I'm happy to hear you got such a great job, Lance. "You're the best. You always were. I just wish, . . . uh . . . ." Kyle couldn't say anymore. He was too choked up. He got up quickly to leave. I saw he had tears in his eyes. He obviously wanted to leave before anyone noticed. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up, raced to the door, and blocked him from leaving. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. It was an involuntary reaction. Whether or not it would make things better in the long run was no longer as issue. "Christ, Matt!" I said. "Look what you're putting him through. I don't know if I'll ever forgive you for this." "The two of you better fucking sit down and listen to me, NOW, or I may do something we'll ALL regret!" Matt shouted. Kyle and I were shocked--naturally. We could tell Matt was dead serious. Given Matt's reputation to get a little "physical" on occasion, we quickly determined it was best to humor him and sit back down. "OK," I said, as we slowly returned to where we had been sitting. "We're listening, but this had better be good!" All of a sudden, my cell phone rang. I picked it up off the coffee table. I didn't recognize the number, though I did see that the area code was the same one the firm had. I told Matt and Kyle that, and they agreed with me that I'd better take it. I promised I'd try not to take too long. I think we all knew without saying it that taking it would be good too because it would give us a few minutes to calm down. "Hello?" I said into the phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. Dawson?" I heard someone say in a deep but rather tentative voice. "Yes, this is Lance Dawson," I replied. "Hello, Mr. Dawson, this is Troy Stone." Who the hell was this? Was it one of the members of the firm? Shit! I can't believe I didn't remember the name. I'm always good at remembering names. An attorney's supposed to be good at remembering names. This was no way to start out at the firm. I mean, even if I AM going to be the "KING", I've got to start remembering my subjects' names. Certainly, they'll expect, no demand, that. Play it cool, Lance. Don't fuck it up. Sure, Jim's on your side and always will be, the horny slut. But you don't want other members of the firm talking to other members about you before you get there and making things tougher than it's already bound to be. Fuck! "Hello, Mr. Stone," I said. "What can I do for you?" I did my best to conceal how nervous I was. I'm not sure I did a very good job. I heard a quick nervous giggle. "You can just call me Troy, Mr. Dawson." "Uh, OK, Troy," I said. "I'm sorry. I don't remember the name. "Do I know you? I mean, have we met?" Well, now for the first test. We were about to see just how much of a "KING" I was going to be. Was "Troy" going to submit to his King, or was Troy going to be an asshole because I didn't remember his name? "Yeah," he said. "I was the stable boy two days ago when you were here for your interview," Troy replied. Geez! The cute, adorable stable boy. Why the hell was this kid calling me? That was a rather stupid question, actually: because he had the major hots for me! But how did he get my number? That was a rather stupid question too: Jim. Christ! Where was this going? Wherever it was going, I was a helluva lot more relaxed than I had been just seconds before! "Oh, yeah," I said. "Hey, Troy. "How are you doing? Uh, what's up?" Matt whispered to me, "Who's that?" I put my hand over the phone's microphone and said quietly, "You won't fucking believe it! I'll tell you later." "I'm fine, thanks," Troy answered. "Do you have a few minutes to talk? "I don't want to disturb you. Jim didn't really want to give me your number, but I kinda forced him to. He gave it to me but told me I can't disturb you, or I'd get into trouble." "First of all, Troy," I said, "I understand that Jim was trying to protect me, and that was nice of him. But from now on, don't ever worry about what Jim says when it comes to me, but don't ever tell him I said that, either. "You must respect him. If I ever have a problem with you, I'll let you know, and we'll work it out between us. And you do the same with me. OK?" "OK, Mr. Dawson. That's great!" he said enthusiastically. He sounded so relieved and happy and sweet. It made me feel good. "Second," I continued, "please stop calling me `Mr. Dawson'." "OK," he agreed. "I'm sorry." His voice was shaking. He sounded petrified. "What do you want me to call you then, `Sir'?" he asked me. I laughed. "No, absolutely not," I answered him. "Anyone that likes me as much as you must call me Lance, OK?" I saw Matt out of the corner of my eye. He didn't look amused that I was talking with someone who "liked me so much" and that I was telling him to call me by my first name. "WOW!" Troy said. "I can't believe how nice you're being to me. Well, actually, I kinda can. Anyway, all the other men at the gym make us boys call them either `Sir' or `Mr.' plus their last names." "Well, Troy," I said. "Things are going to change a lot when I get there, but you must promise that you won't tell anyone I said that, not even Jim." "Sure Mr., uh, Lance," he said. "Boy, that feels really strange." "Don't worry," I said. "You'll get used to it." I chuckled to myself. "Third," I continued, "I really don't have a lot of time now, but I can talk for a few minutes. I'm sure it must be important to you, or you wouldn't have called. So, tell me, why did you call?" "No," he said, "if you're busy, I don't want to disturb you. "Really. Like Jim said." "Troy," I said, "like I said, forget about Jim. Now what's this about?" "Well, uh, Lance," he said, "I know Jim told you how much I, uh . . . I, uh, well . . ." "How much you like me, Troy?" I asked him. Matt looked at me strangely again. He was obviously upset, jealous. "Get me a piece of paper and a pen," I mouthed to him. Matt stormed off to his bedroom. "Uh, yeah, Lance," Troy responded. "Sorta." "You don't have to be afraid to admit that to me, Troy," I said. "Always tell me everything, Babe. To tell you the truth, I'm very, very attracted to you, too." Matt rounded the corner back into the living room just after I finished that sentence. His jaw had dropped, and he had daggers in his eyes. Now I was telling someone I was very attracted to him. He threw the paper and pen in front of me. He was obviously very pissed off. I quickly wrote "He's 14!" on the paper and gave it back to Matt. He was stunned! He looked back at me and smiled. I smiled back at him. Kyle had no idea what the hell was going on. Matt showed him the paper. His jaw dropped also. "Gee, Lance," Troy said. "You don't have to say that just to make me feel good. Really!" Despite what he had said, it was obvious from the tone of his voice that Troy was extremely flattered and elated at what I had told him. I knew it was crazy, but I started getting stiff, not because I was turned on, but because I was giving the boy such a thrill. It made me feel good, and nothing makes me feel better than making men--or now boys--feel good by using my body in whatever way I could to give them pleasure. "Troy, I never ever say anything I don't mean," I said. "I don't have to. I was being honest. "I thought you were very cute when I first saw you in the stables. Didn't you notice me flirting with you?" "WOW!" he said. "That's so kewl!! "I mean, yeah, sure, I noticed you flirting with me. But I thought you were just teasing me." "No, Babe," I said. "That would be cruel. Men are always attracted to me. "Naturally it's mostly because of what I have in my pants, and that's OK. I was given what I have in my pants so that other men can enjoy it. "But unfortunately, it's just not possible for me to let every man have it. If I were just teasing men when I flirted, I'd be giving them the idea that they might have a chance with me when I knew they didn't. That wouldn't be nice or fair, so I don't do that. "So, when I flirted with you, I did it because I knew you would have a chance with me if I accepted a position with the firm. In fact, I even told Jim how attracted I was to you when I was there at the interview." "WOW!" he said. "That's so kewl!! I can't believe you told Jim you liked me at the interview. "I should've guessed you wouldn't be a tease. That's one of the main reasons I like you so much--because you're so nice." "Thanks, Babe," I said. "You're nice, too." "Thanks, Lance," he said. "Well, I suppose I ought to get to the point." "Yeah, that's a good idea," I said. "First, Lance," he said, "I'm really happy you're coming here, and I just had to tell you." "Thanks, Babe," I said. "Also," he continued, "I'm really looking forward to spending a whole lot of time with you, I mean, if you can arrange it, and if you want to. I'll do anything you ask me to do to make that happen." "That's great," I said. "I'm looking forward to that too, babe. Maybe there's something I could do to make that happen. "Maybe I could make you my special personal assistant or something like that. I'll have to talk to Jim about that. No promises, though." "Oh wow, Lance!" he said. "I'd die to be that!!" I had to laugh. I said, "I think someone who feels like you do about me has earned it, don't you?" "Fuck yeah!" he blurted out. "Uh, sorry. That would be sooooo kewl! I mean, that would be fantastic!!" I laughed. "You don't have to worry about your bad language with me, babe. Frankly, bad language is a big turn on with me--especially during sex. "However, you must be careful how you speak outside the gym or my house, I mean, in the rest of the world. So, if you can't separate the two, you shouldn't use bad language anywhere. "You should be smart enough to figure out whether you can do that. Anything else, babe?" "Yeah," he said. "I'd really like to call you every once in a while, till you get here. I'll try not to do it too often. "But, Lance, I've been thinking of you constantly since I saw you at the stables. And it's not just because I'm horny for you, really--though I am horny for you sometimes, so I really kinda need to talk to you sometimes, if that's OK with you." He was so fucking cute. I couldn't believe I was getting so turned on that a 14-year-old boy was so horny for me, but I was. And even the thought of my being horny for him was making me horny. What's more, the thought of his being so enamored of me non-sexually speaking was a big turn-on too. "Sure, Babe," I told him. "I can't promise how often I'll be available, though. I've got a lot to do the next couple of months: spending all the time I can with my boyfriend is the most important thing for me, but I've also got my homework and tests in law school to worry about, etc. "So, if I don't answer right away, just leave a message on my cell, and I'll get back to you ASAP. It might take a while, but I promise it'll be ASAP. Anything for my favorite guy at the firm. But you do know I'll be going to Europe for nine days the beginning of April, right?" "Yeah," he said. "No problem. "And thanks. And thanks for saying I'm your favorite, even if it's not true, Lance." "Don't do that again, babe," I said. I don't say anything I don't mean, remember?" "OK, Lance," he said. I'll try to remember that from now on. And since we're always going to be honest with each other, there's something I guess I really should tell you now." "What's that, babe?" I asked him. "I hope you don't hate me when I tell you this," he said, "but it's really not my fault, honest. It wasn't my idea, honest." There was a tone of near fear and desperation in his voice. "OK, calm down and don't worry, babe," I said. "I won't get upset at you, I promise. "We're cool. Just tell me. Tell me everything. "Don't hold back anything. I'll be upset with you only if I find out later that you kept something from me now." "Thanks, Lance," he said. "That makes me feel a lot better. You're really being nice to me. "OK. Here's everything, I promise. Well, Jim told me what he told you today about me, and, well, it's mostly not true. "He told me not to tell you this, but I don't want to have any secrets from you. I want to be honest about everything with you from the start. You'll find it out anyway, so I want to tell you now." "OK," I said. "So, what's not's true, babe?" "Well, the truth is, I'm not really a member of the gym, not yet anyway," he said. Now I was totally confused. Why was Jim playing me? I was pissed. "Oh? What do you mean, Troy?" I asked him. "Well, when my father told me all about you last week, I really liked what he told me," he said. "So, I decided I really wanted to join the gym so I could meet you and get to know you and spend some time with you. "So, last Friday, he took me to see Jim about joining. I told Jim I wanted to see you when you came for the interview, even if I couldn't meet you. "So, Jim said I could be the stable boy. I was nervous about it, that's true. Because of your interview this past Friday and Saturday, I wasn't able to go around the gym and see the guys. "So, I haven't done any of that yet. I'm still a virgin. I've never had any sex, ever. "But I want to, really bad. I know I'm gay. I have for a long, long time. "I really want to start having sex with boys and men. I've dreamed about it for years. I've just been too shy to do it yet. "When my father told me about you, something told me I wanted to get to know you and to be with you really bad. I don't know why, I just did. "Then, when I saw you, I knew for sure. Anyway, when Jim told you I knew all about sex and was really good at it, he wasn't telling the truth." "Do you know why he did that, I mean not tell me the truth about that?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "He knew how much I really like you, and he was worried how I might react if you didn't accept the offer. So, he told you how good I was at sex so it would make you want to come to see me more if you didn't accept the offer." So, that's why Jim had lied to me! I was still pissed at him, but I wasn't sure whether I was going to tell him that. I didn't want to get Troy in trouble for being open and telling me about it. In any case, I could hardly be too upset at Jim for lying to me. He was trying to protect Troy. He really felt a lot of compassion for the boy. "OK, I see," I said to Troy. "Well, thanks for telling me. Did Jim tell you that means you can't join the gym now till I get there because I'm the one who has to pop your cherry?" Immediately after I finished this sentence, both Matt and Kyle did spit-takes as they were both right in the middle of having a drink. Who could blame them? I chuckled but put my finger over the phone's microphone, so Troy didn't hear me. They weren't amused. "Yeah," Troy answered. "He told me, and I think it's great! I'm happy to wait for you to do it. "I'm totally psyched, Lance. I can't tell you what it means to me. I suppose that sounds a little goofy, but that's how I feel." I'd never popped the cherry of anyone as young as Troy before. I'd only popped the cherries of men, albeit as young as 18, but they were men, nonetheless. Thus, their minds and bodies were, I believed, sufficiently developed to handle what I put them through. I didn't really have much problem with the idea of fucking boys younger than 18 in general--at least not since the last 48 hours!--but in Troy's case it was different. I was a little concerned about what might happen if someone his age who was too emotionally attached to me were put through the ceremony unprepared for what I did, and how I was going to treat him: like a sex object, my sex toy. Someone older could understand the needs of a man for that sort of sexual experience, but I wasn't sure whether Troy could. Therefore, I thought I ought to fill him in on it completely to see how he would react. So, I did. "I'm the one who's honored, babe," I said. "But since we're being completely honest with each other, I really think I should tell you what happens when I pop someone's cherry. I've never admitted this to anyone else before, so it has to stay between you and me, OK?" "OK, I won't tell anyone," he said. "I promise." "Good," I responded. "You have to understand, babe, that for me, popping someone's cherry is an act of passion. It's not an act of love. "The virgin is something I use to satisfy my own selfish sexual desires. He's a sex object, a sex toy. "Naturally, by the time it's over, he's not a virgin anymore, but that's not what's important to me. Using his tight little bitch hole to give me pleasure is all that's important to me. It's always about what's important to me. "When I pop someones cherry, I start by relaxing with him for a while. Then I rim him for a while. Finally, I stretch his asshole as much as I can, which usually isn't anywhere near enough to hold all of my 12½" x 7 ½" cock. "Then I give him one last chance to stop the ceremony because I'm not a rapist, babe. He has to give his final consent. "But once I push the head of my cock inside his ass, I won't stop for any reason until I'm finished. NOTHING stops me once I start the fuck, babe, absolutely nothing. Not even an atomic bomb can stop me, and especially not the yelps, cries out, complaints, or pleas of the bitch to stop it. "His final consent just before I enter him overrides any of his subsequent attempts to stop the ceremony. He knows that in advance and has agreed to that too." Matt and Kyle just bowed their heads and shook them. "After I'm in his ass," I continued, "he's my bitch, BABE. He's totally mine. I totally let myself go. "I fuck like him like a crazed animal. I'm totally out of control, and I love it! I fucking love it!! "It's now all about ME ME ME ME ME, and no one else. The bitch is of no real importance to me. He is there only for my pleasure. "I cram a few inches of my cock up his ass. He's screaming for me to stop, but I don't. Never. "No matter how loud, much, or long the bitch screams, I don't stop. I love it! "God how I love it! And the more he screams, the more I love it. "It's always about what I want and how much I love it. Trust me, Babe. You'll scream for me to stop just like everyone else. "You may think you can handle it and not beg me to stop because you have deep feelings for me, but you can't. No one ever has. It's not possible. "Eventually, I cram the whole thing in. At this point, the bitch is usually totally blood red on every square inch of his body and unable to speak. "Often, he shakes like a leaf. Sometimes I give him a few seconds to try to get used to having my huge cock up his ass, sometimes I don't. "Usually, I start fucking him right away. I never feel sorry for him. NEVER. "He asked for it, and he's getting it. It's an honor for him to have my huge cock up his ass, and so I'm going to make sure he gets every inch of it everywhere I want to give it to him, for as long as I want to give it to him. It's always about what I want." Matt and Kyle both put their heads in their hands and got up and went to the kitchen to refill their drinks. But they didn't take too long because they didn't want to miss any of the conversation, even as uncomfortable as it made them. "As I continue to fuck the bitch on all fours," I continued, "I slowly take more and more of the monster out and shove it back in up to the hilt. The bitch moans and keeps begging me to stop, that is, if he's able to get any words out. "I usually rub his back a little. He thinks this is because I'm being nice and trying to relax him. "It is true that I want to relax him, but it's not because I'm being nice. I want the bitch to start accommodating my huge cock more quickly. "Though I love the tightness of the bitch's asshole, eventually such a tight asshole pinches off the blood in my cock to such an extent that I've got to have a more relaxed hole in order to keep the fuck going. "For the same reason, I'll start whispering in his ear or lick or breathe hotly on his neck and pretend I'm trying to make it sound like I care for him. I really don't. "It's all so things will go easier for me, not for him. Remember, it's all about ME, ME, ME, ME, ME. "Eventually, I flip the bitch over on his back without taking the monster out of his ass. That always impresses the bitch, and he's stupid enough to think that's why I do it. "I don't do it for that reason. I do it because it feels good to me. I start thrusting into him again. "The little bitch undoubtedly has no idea that in this position, I can get my cock into him further. So, he starts moaning when he realizes I'm charting new territory. "He looks into my eyes with a look of both fear and surprise. I look back at him with a big evil smile and then wink at him. It's a very naughty and seemingly uncaring thing to do, but I don't give a shit. "It makes me feel like a filthy, naughty, nasty whore, which turns me on because deep down, that's exactly what I am. And remember, this is all about ME, ME, ME, ME, and ME!" Matt and Kyle had returned with their drinks by this time. They just sipped them. They were beginning to become more immune to what I was saying, but they still couldn't believe any of it. I continued. "I keep thrusting. I usually tell the bitch how tight his ass is a few times, not as a compliment like he thinks, but because it fucking turns me on so much to say it. "Sometimes I'll slow down the thrusts. The bitch assumes I'm lightening up on him because I'm nice. "That's bullshit. It's because it feels better like that. "I don't give a shit how it feels for him. In fact, sometimes I fuck him harder whether or not it feels better for me just so I can hear the bitch yelp because it gives me pleasure to hear his noises of discomfort. And it's always about MY pleasure, MY pleasure. "Then, usually, after about 10 minutes or so, the bitch finally starts to get accustomed to my cock as it continues to fuck his nasty hole and he starts to relax some. His breathing starts to get less erratic and less rapid, and he even starts to smile a little. He even eventually starts to get turned on and then gets an erection. "Frankly, I don't like it when this begins to happen because I know it means the fuck is getting close to the finish. I know this means the period of time when it's all about ME, ME, ME, ME, ME is about to end. "That's pisses me off. So, when the bitch goes to grab his cock to jerk it off, I slap his hand away violently and tell him to fucking close his eyes and concentrate on how his cock feels and how my cock feels fucking his tight, nasty hole. "I'm not about to let him do anything about his own pleasure. If anyone is going to give him pleasure, it'll be me. I'M in control of the fuck, even regarding the bitch's pleasure. Remember, it's all about ME, ME, ME, ME, and ME, babe." Matt and Kyle were listening, but they were looking out of the window at the same time, obviously wondering whether they really believed they were there or whether they were caught in a surreal time warp. "Then I start to fuck him," I continued, "with an undulating motion that massages his prostate. Within a couple of minutes, the bitch is starting to get really turned on. I ask him, `Do you like that, bitch?' in a sarcastic tone of voice. "Of course he'll moan, `Yes.' Then I look at him and say something like, `It's about time, bitch. "'You've been squealing like a little pig for 15 minutes. You'd think you didn't ask me to fuck you. HA HA!' That REALLY turns me on, babe. "A few seconds later he comes and shoots ropes and ropes of cum well over his head or on his face as he moans deeply to express his pleasure. He's got a big smile on his face. "Usually he'll say something like, `I've never come so much before!' I'll just smile at the bitch and say something like, `Does that surprise you, bitch? "'Haven't you been watching what's been fucking you? Not who, but what?' Then I grunt a deep evil laugh." Matt had experienced something like this before when I popped his cherry, but Kyle hadn't. So, Kyle was obviously fascinated by what I had just said and had a glassy look in his eyes. Matt, however, was obviously fascinated and perhaps a little upset to hear about how I had "used" him during our first fuck. When I looked over at him and winked and pursed my lips in a kiss, he got totally embarrassed and obviously extremely uncomfortable. This didn't escape Kyle's notice. I grinned from ear to ear, but I knew Matt and I would be having a long conversation about our first sexual encounter sometime later as soon as we were alone. "A few minutes later," I continued, "I tell the bitch I'm going to cum, so I ask him where he wants it. If he's smart and tells me he wants it in his mouth, I shove my cock down his throat, cum like a cow pissing on a flat rock, and demand that he swallows it. "If he tells me he wants it anywhere else, I keep asking the bitch in a louder and louder voice till he finally gets the point and tells me he wants it in his mouth. If he's stupid as shit, I may have to take my cock and point it at his fucking mouth to get the point across, or even start slapping his fucking lips with it. "After the bitch has swallowed all my come, I'm no longer out of control. It's over. I'm exhausted--not physically, but emotionally. "I've had an emotional orgasm at the same time as my physical orgasm. But the emotional orgasm was many times greater in intensity than the physical orgasm was. "It was similar to a Tantric orgasm in intensity, but it wasn't the same sort of thing. I've gotten all I need till the next time I pop a cherry. "I bend down and give the now non-virgin a long soft, gentle kiss with a lot of tongue and say something like, `Thanks, Babe. I really needed that. It was great.' "Then I lie down next to him, wrap my arms around him, and hold him so we can bond. I ask him how he feels. "He tells me he feels wonderful. His asshole has started to relax. "I've broken it in, and it no longer hurts. He doesn't even remember the pain or that he ever begged me to stop the fuck. "He thanks me over and over for popping his cherry. He clings to me tightly. "I tell him he'll always remember what we've just done. I also tell him he'll always remember me whenever he has any sexual relations, and that we're forever linked because of what we've just shared. "He will, too. It's inevitable. It's the natural order of things. "He needs that bonding experience, and I know he needs it, so I give it to him. I'm an animal, babe, and I'm proud of it. "But that part of the fuck is over. It's time to make sure he gets all he deserves and that I maximize his pleasure. "That's why I was put here. I've just used him to maximize my pleasure, so I owe it to him. "Babe, believe it or not, men contact me all the time telling me how happy they are that I popped their cherries, and that they still think of me whenever they have sex. I don't tell them that because I'm selfish or because I want to interfere with or screw up their sexual activities in the future. It doesn't. In fact, it enhances them. "That makes me very, very happy, mostly for them. But it also shows me that it's my destiny to continue to pop the cherries of as many men/boys as I can in the future. It's why I was put here." Matt and Kyle looked at me and started to laugh. I knew I'd have to convince them later than I wasn't kidding. It's true I hadn't received very many such calls while I was in law school--a few, but not many. But I did receive them often while I was still in college and still an escort. "So, Babe, that's what I do when I pop someone's cherry." I continued. "It's a purely selfish, animalistic fuck to me. "It's not particularly pretty. I've always done it this way, and I always will, no matter whose cherry I'm popping--including yours. "I'm not sure why I do it this way. Maybe it's the one time in my sex life I let myself lose control because all other times I keep myself in complete control for the sake of who I'm with, so I'm sure they receive sexual pleasure whether or not I do. "Or maybe it's my need to be a fucking animal, no pun intended, once in a while, while I'm having sex. Or maybe it's the one time during my life I'm conceited and egotistical about my sexual prowess, and this is the way I express it. I've thought about it a lot over the years, but I've never understood for sure why I do it. "Perhaps there is no answer as to why I do it and there isn't meant to be. Perhaps if there were, and the mystery were solved, I wouldn't need to do it anymore, and I would therefore lose all the intense and incredible pleasure I derive from it. "If that were to happen, I might not be as effective a whore as I am. It might therefore be a huge blessing that things are as they are. `In any case, babe, I'm thrilled that I don't have any idea why I do it. I just don't give a shit. I love it! "And what's more, I need it. It's like a drug to me. "I've got to have it every so often. I live for it. "When I'm about to fuck a fresh not yet ever violated asshole, and I'm touching the head of my just lubed up monster to the cute, pink, tight, puckered rose bud, I start to breath heavy, and I know why I was put here. I lose all sense of time or place. "All I see is a hole and a cock ready to fuck it for the first time. I don't even remember the face of the bitch whose hole I'm about to enter so violently. "And I don't fucking care, Babe! For the next few minutes, the bitch is my fuck toy. It's all about ME, ME, ME, ME, ME! The bitch is my prey. "If anyone walked into the room and tried to take him away from me at that moment, I'd have to kill him. That's no joke, babe. That's absolutely no joke. "Babe, I've never told anyone this before for reasons that I think are obvious. I'm only telling you because you have such strong feelings for me. When I get there and pop your cherry, it's going to be the same thing as I just described. "So, there are a few things you need to think about before I get there. First, as I said, I will be out of control when I pop your cherry, and I'll love it. "You will be an object of my sexual desire, something I will use purely for my satisfaction. You won't be any different than anyone else. "Sorry, babe. That's just the way it is. "In addition, I will say a lot of things to you during the ceremony that might offend you. If you can accept that it's what I need to do and that it's sort of a game and that you shouldn't take what I say or do seriously or personally, then you'll be OK. "But if the experience will offend you in the least, then you shouldn't let me pop your cherry, babe. You should just decide not to join the gym and forget about me. "Otherwise, whenever you're with me after I've popped your cherry, you'll have a problem that you just won't be able to handle. You probably won't feel comfortable being with me or be able to respect me anymore. "I wanted to tell you all of this now because it'll give you the time that you'll need to think about it and get used to the idea. If when I got there I were just to pop your cherry doing what I told you above, and you didn't know anything about it before I did it, it might give you an emotional shock, especially since you have all the expectations you do about my being a certain type of person who is a lot different than the person in the ceremony. "I'm not as worried about popping the cherry of someone there who doesn't feel about me the way you do because they probably won't care about what I tell them or do to them in the ceremony. But you might, and I don't want to hurt you, because of the way you feel about me. "Finally, babe, I want you to think carefully about all that I have that you saw in the shower at the stable last Saturday--I mean my package. That's a lot of stuff to shove up your ass. You have to ask yourself if you really want to do this to yourself. "I've never popped anyone's cherry as young as yours. To be honest, it really turns me on, but the reason is because your asshole will probably be so fucking tight it'll give my huge cock more pleasure than I've ever experienced before. "But see how I'm talking about it, babe? It's all about ME. Since it's a cherry popping ceremony, it's all about ME, and it always will be. That's how I think about it and always will. "If my huge cock violates your tight little asshole and causes you intense pain--and it will, babe, it will--that's your problem, not mine, because your little asshole will give me incredible pleasure. "You see? That's the one place where MY pleasure comes first, and the consequences to everyone else don't matter to me. "It's not pretty, babe. I admit it. It's my one weakness, my one character flaw. "And frankly, I don't fucking care. I can't, and I don't want to. "I love it! God help me, I love it!! "So, I want you to think carefully about everything I've said. I'm an animal when I pop someone's cherry. It's true that when it's over, the outcome is excellent for everyone: the ex-virgin remembers no pain because his asshole and ass are broken in, and he is bonded to me forever. "Nevertheless, it's a very selfish ceremony in which all I worry about is taking care of my own selfish needs. The needs of the virgin just happen to be taken care of at the last minute. "The question is, can you respect me and still have the same feelings for me knowing now everything you know about the ceremony? What do you think, babe?" "Yes, Lance," he said. "I can, and I will. "No problem. I'm absolutely sure my feelings won't change, and I can handle whatever you do to me. "I understand your needs. I'm not a child. I understand completely the difference between fucking and making love, and I want you to do both to me, and as soon as possible. "I want you to pop my cherry, and I don't want anyone else to do it. No matter how much it hurts. I want to give myself to you, completely. "And the fact that you've shared all this with me just makes me want you even more. Not only have you let me know something very intimate about you that you've not shared with anyone else at the gym, you've also admitted to me that you're not a perfect human being and admitted what your weakness is. "Now I have a specific reason to want to be with you to take care of you. I only wish I could give you my virginity over and over again whenever you needed or wanted to let yourself go out of control. "I'd gladly do that for you if I could. I only wish it were possible. I'd love to be able to give you that pleasure over and over and over again." This boy was fucking incredible! His feelings for me were deep, very deep--and unbelievably mature. I wasn't sure I'd ever been so mature in any of the three relationships I'd been in. I wasn't sure I could be so mature now, or ever. "Thanks, babe," I said. "I just had to tell you all that, so you knew before I got there. "I don't want to hurt you. You're too important to me. "But I just don't know what to say. You're amazing! I really can't believe you're only 14!! "You're really incredible, you know that? Your father must be really proud of you. "Anyway, I want you to think over everything I've said and make sure you still feel the same way when I get there in two months from now. OK?" "OK, but don't worry," he answered. "I won't change my mind. And I'm happy you think I'm important to you." "Well, you just think it over," I said. "And you are important to me. I think you should know that by now, babe. "I wish I'd known you when I was in high school. I can't believe you don't have a boyfriend. You're so incredible. Now, is there anything else?" "Yeah, there is something else," he said. "I know it's a lot to ask, but . . ." "What's that, babe?" I asked him. "Well, Jim told also me about what you taught him today about, uh, well, uh . . ." he said. "Jerking off?" I asked him. Jim's got a big mouth. On the other hand, I did tell him he could tell everyone I taught him about it today. I noticed Matt's and Kyle's involuntary jerks when I said "jerking off." They couldn't believe the whole conversation. I didn't blame them much. I couldn't believe it either. "Yeah," he said. "Well, I know you're going to teach everyone else when you get here, but I'd like you to teach me over the phone ASAP, like you taught Jim." "Well, babe," I said. "I can't do it now." "No, no, I know that," he said. "That's cool." "Just why can't you wait two months?" I asked. "I mean, what's the hurry, babe? I'm sure a healthy boy like you gets satisfying results with what you know and are doing now, right?" "That's OK, I'll wait," he said, morosely. "No, babe," I said. "You obviously have a reason for asking. What is it?" "Well, Lance, it's kind of embarrassing," he said. "Troy," I said, "we both are very attracted to each other, and we're going to spend a lot of time very, very close to each other when I get there. And, like I said, I'm going to try to get you to be my very special personal assistant. You may even be spending a lot of time with me at my home." Now Matt and Kyle were in complete shock. I know it was a little cruel, but I was enjoying their reactions a little. I had a big grin on my face and made sure they saw it. "Really? At your home?" he asked in amazement. "I kinda think so," I said. "So, there's nothing you can't tell me. What is it?" "OK," he said. "I want to know how to do it the right way so I can start doing it right while I think of you until you get here. Is that too pathetic or what?" The poor boy, I thought. He's so fucking enamored of me. Actually, I wanted him too, but obviously not as much as he wanted me. I sooooo didn't want to take advantage of him, but I sooooo wanted him too. I had to check myself. I was starting to fall for him. I could tell. What the fuck was happening to me? "I can understand that, babe," I said. "And, to tell you the truth, it really turns me on that you want me so much. Honestly! "Tell you what, as soon as I can arrange it, I'll teach it to you on the phone. And I'll see if my boyfriend is interested in joining us. "I'll even try to include my friend Kyle here, and we'll have a threesome jerk off here while I teach you over the phone there. That way I can teach all three of you at the same time. How would that be?" Matt and Kyle dropped their jaws to the floor once again in complete disbelief. They were speechless. But I was REALLY enjoying the conversation now. "Oh, fuck, Lance!" he said. "That would be unbelievable!" "No problem," I said. "Now I've really got to be going. Anything else?" "Just a couple of quick things," he said. "I promise I won't take much longer." "OK," I said. "Shoot." "First," he said, "it really, really turns me on when you call me babe, Lance." "Great!" I said. "It'll turn me on if you call me `babe' too, babe." "No foolin'?" he said. "No foolin,'" I replied. "Now what's the second thing?" "Well, it's a little hard to talk about, uh, babe." He giggled. It was cute, and it made me feel good that he'd finally worked up the nerve to call me `babe.'" "Tell me, babe," I said. "No secrets, remember." "OK," he said. "Babe, I don't have just a crush on you. "I'm, well, I'm, I'm in love with you. And it's not because of your fantastic body, or your huge cock and balls, or your beautiful face, although I like all of that." This ought to be interesting. "Well, thanks a lot for the compliments, babe," I said. "But if it's not any of those things, then what is it?" I asked him. "It's, well, it's other things, babe," he said. "Like how handsome and sure and confident you looked in your riding clothes, how you flirted with me like I was a mature person and not just a boy, how nice you were to me, how you treated me like a real person and not just an object to be used for sexual pleasure, how your face showed you have real character and are genuine and not fake, like most of the rest of the men at the firm I've met are--but please don't tell anyone I said that about the men at the firm. All these things make me want to be with you in a much different way than I want to be with the guys at the gym who my father has told me all about. It's a totally different feeling." WOW! I thought. Maybe this boy really is capable of mature love. These feelings did sound a whole lot more mature than just a schoolboy crush. But I really shouldn't encourage it at this point, not too much anyway. I really needed to be with him for a while to determine what was going on before I could make a real judgment. "Well, babe," I said, "first of all, I think we've both agreed not to tell anyone anything we've discussed in this conversation. So, you don't have to worry any about that. "Second, I assume that you want me to be honest, and I'm assuming that you can handle whatever I say. I mean let's face it. You are certainly doing a lot of adult things in your life right now, so I ought to be able to expect that you can handle whatever I say, right?" "Yes," he said. "I can handle anything. Really." "OK," I said. "Now listen to the whole thing before you react any, OK?" "OK, babe," he answered. "Here goes," I said. "It's hard to believe your feelings for me are really `love' at this point, babe." Matt and Kyle started shaking their heads in amazement at this point and got up to walk around and talk to each other in complete disbelief at what was going on. This 14-year-old was telling me he "loved" me now! "Usually at your age, babe," I continued, "such feelings are only a crush or what is also called `puppy love.' However, Troy, there are exceptions to everything. "I know you are a very mature 14-year-old, so until I get to be with you for a while, I'm not willing to say it's impossible that you are in love with me in a mature way. You may well be capable of true mature love. "That's the best I can say to you at this point and be honest with you. OK, babe?" Matt and Kyle looked at me as I looked at them. Matt mouthed to me, "Are you fucking crazy?" "OK, babe," Troy responded. "Thanks. "Now, for the last and most important question. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to, but I'd really like you to. I really would." I knew exactly where this was going. What the hell was I going to tell him? Would three years of law school be enough to enable me to find a good way to tell him the truth quickly without hurting him? "You want to know how I feel about you, right, babe?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I certainly don't expect it's anywhere near what I feel for you. I'd just like to know where I stand right now. "I want the truth, babe. I can handle whatever you say. Really." Fuck! A 14-year-old whom I met for just a few seconds a couple of days ago, but whom I'll be spending a lot of time with in just a couple of months, just told me he loves me and wants me to tell me how I feel about him. What the hell do I say? "Well, babe," I said, "it's not that easy to tell you how I feel about you right now because my boyfriend is right here beside me." I looked at Matt and winked. He smiled, winked back at me, and shook his head. Kyle had no idea how to react. "Geez, Lance," he said. "I had no idea. That's OK. "I don't want to get you in trouble. Just forget it. "You can tell me later or wait till you get here. It's OK. I'd better go now." "No, babe," I said. "I think my boyfriend is a big boy and can handle whatever I tell you." I winked again at Matt. He winked back and smiled again. "Well, Troy," I continued, "I'm totally in love with my boyfriend, Matt, and he is with me, too. And it's going to stay that way till law school ends in a couple of months. "Then we will have to break up, which is very difficult for us to deal with right now. After that happens, I will come to start working at the firm." "Sure, Lance," he said. "No problem. That's the way it should be. "I really shouldn't have even asked. It was really stupid. I guess you must think I'm just a little boy now. "God, I hope your boyfriend isn't mad at me. I'm so embarrassed. I feel terrible. "You should have told me he was there when I first called. I feel so bad, Lance. I'd never do anything to hurt him or you or your relationship together. "I should never have called. I'm sooooo sorry." "No, Troy," I said. "Please don't feel bad. If I thought it would have upset Matt, I would not have taken your call once I knew what it was about. I promise. "But I'll tell him you're sorry, even though it's not necessary. Really. "It's OK," I said. "Just calm down. Matt's right here listening and has been all along. "He's not upset. He knows I'll have another life after we break up. "He's not upset about you. Honest. Now let me finish, Babe." "OK," he said. "Thanks. I hope you're telling me the truth." "I am," I said. "Remember? I don't lie." "Yeah," he said. "OK. But please don't forget to tell him I'm sorry." "OK," I said. "I won't. "Now to continue about how I feel about you. As for right now, I think you are a very cute, desirable, 14-year-old boy whom I look forward to getting to know much, much better once I join the firm. "But I can't think about you any more than that because I want to put all my thought and effort into my relationship with Matt because we have so little time left. However, once I join the firm and we get to know each other better, we'll have to see what happens between us." "That's so kewl, babe," he said. "I couldn't really ask for anything more under the circumstances, could I?" "I really don't think so, babe," he said. "I really don't think so. "Now one more thing: Jim or someone else may ask you what we've talked about today. You are to tell them only this: we discussed early in our conversation that you might become my special personal assistant. "The rest of our conversation is confidential because it was all about that. Therefore, you tell them that I told you that you are NOT allowed to discuss ANYTHING else, not even with Jim or your father. "That way you don't have to discuss anything about your feelings about me. And if anyone asks me, I'll back you up and say the same thing. OK?" "Yeah. That's great, babe," he responded. "Gotta go now, babe," I said. "Call me again soon." "I will," he said. "Thanks for everything, babe. And tell Matt I'm sorry." "You're welcome, and I will," I said. "Bye, babe." "Bye, babe" he said. We hung up. "Matt," I said, smiling at him, "when Troy found out you were in the room during our call, he insisted I tell you he was very sorry." "Yeah." Matt replied, smiling back. "I gathered that." Then he looked at me in complete disbelief. "Jesus fucking Christ, Lance!" Matt said. "Fourteen years old? Are you fucking crazy? "I mean, he sounds like a really cute, adorable kid, but that's the point: KID! He's only fourteen?" "Yeah, Lance," Kyle piped in. "It's insane! You certainly know enough about the law to know what would happen to you if you were prosecuted for fucking around with a 14-year-old." "It's a very complicated situation, guys," I said. "I've got to tell you the whole situation from start to finish. "Wait till you hear the whole thing before you pass judgment. I suspect you'll probably still not agree with it, but at least you can put it all in its proper perspective." "Well, being an attorney, or at least nearly, I suppose I've got to do that to be fair," Kyle said, "though I can't ever imagine you could make me believe that fucking a 14-year-old is OK." "Well, you came to hear all about the job, Kyle," I said, "and Matt hasn't heard about this afternoon's final negotiations, so here goes." "No, we're not going to hear about the job or the call just yet," Matt interrupted. "As you two may recall, just before you received the phone call, I was going to tell you something. "You two have a history," Matt continued. "Ever since Kyle and I walked into the room, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. And it's certainly got nothing to do with me! I want to try to help you two resolve the feelings each of you has because of what did, or should I say didn't, happen three years ago." "That's a nice sentiment, Matt, but just how do you propose to do that?" I said, while Kyle looked at Matt curiously. "I propose we have a threesome starting now and ending tomorrow morning," Matt said. "That way, the two of you can enjoy each other sexually. Kyle will finally have the opportunity to be with Lance and get it out of his system so he won't have to wonder what it would have been like the rest of his life, and Lance won't have to feel guilty anymore for having blown Kyle off three years ago. "We'll make it a threesome because I don't share my boyfriend with anyone alone. We are allowed to share someone together, but we can't have sex with someone else alone. "Now, the two of you have to understand this is a one-time thing. Kyle, you especially have to understand and agree to that. So, if you think this will make your crush on Lance worse, then you should decline the offer. "I believe, however, that although you'll enjoy the threesome, Kyle, you'll see by tomorrow morning that your fantasy about Lance is not all you've imagined it to be. At the very least, it will help you get your desire for Lance, or at least most of it, out of your system. "This should help you move on to new relationships and forget about Lance, or at least put your relationship with Lance in its appropriate place in your past. So, what do you two think?" "Well, Kyle, what do you think?" I asked him. Kyle got up, walked over to Matt, threw his arms around his neck, and gave him a huge kiss with a lot of tongue. It actually made me a little jealous. "Wow!" Matt said with a large smile and his eyes lit up. "That was an amazing kiss!" "You're an amazing man, Matt!" Kyle replied. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. Naturally, I'll accept, that is, if it's OK with Lance. "Not only will I be in bed all night with the man I love, . . . Ooooops! Oh well, there, I've said it. "But I'll also be in bed with two incredible, gorgeous, buff athletes. What more could any gay man want--especially a gay man who isn't himself a jock?" "Kyle," I piped in, "you must realize that you're consenting to have a threesome with two jocks with very insatiable sexual appetites. That is to say, you'll be playing with the big boys, so to speak, Kyle. "I'm not saying we plan to hurt you, but we're going to expect you to keep up with us, and by the time morning comes, we're going to be exhausted, so you can imagine the shape you're going to be in. "So, if you're not into being with two men who will probably in your case push your physical strength to its limits and then some, you'd better think twice before you agree to participate in a threesome with us." "No problem," Kyle said. "I trust the two of you. I know you'd never hurt me, and I can't think of two other men I'd love to spend a night playing around with than you two." "As for you Matt," I said, "you do realize, don't you, that I'll be in bed with another man who loves me. You just heard it yourself. That doesn't bother you?" "Under most circumstances," Matt replied, "it probably would, but I consider this an exception. Besides, every day I become more and more aware of the pain I'm going to experience starting very soon when I'm no longer with you. "So, it occurred to me the other day how much pain Kyle must have been experiencing all this time loving you but not being able to be with you, especially watching you first with Jay and then with me. Frankly, babe, I don't know how he managed to get through these past three years," Matt added. Now it was my turn to give Matt a big juicy kiss. "Kyle's right," I said to Matt. "You really are an amazing man, babe. Of course, it's all right with me!" "Wow!" Matt said. "I should've been arranging threesomes more often!! Oh, there's just one more thing. "I've got a meeting with some of the members of my Constitutional Law class from six to eight tonight, which means I've got to leave in just a few minutes. I guess that's MY problem because the two of you are here already, so you'll just have to start without me. "The two of you will meet me at 9 p.m. sharp at the Italian restaurant in town so I can buy all of us dinner to celebrate Lance's new job. Lance can tell us all about the new job during dinner. And after that unbelievable phone call we just listened to, I want to hear every fucking detail about it!" "You got it, Babe," I replied. "This will give the two of you nearly 4½ hours to be alone before we start the orgy later," Matt continued. "Normally, of course, I wouldn't allow such an arrangement, i.e., you two fucking each other without me," he said with a big grin on his face, "but since it's my problem and not yours, I guess I don't have anything to complain about." I knew Matt had set up a fictitious way for Kyle and me to consummate our relationship alone, i.e., the relationship we never had three years ago that Kyle had always wished we had. He was doing this for Kyle especially. He was giving Kyle and me time to make love alone, something that would be difficult if not impossible in a threesome. That fact didn't escape Kyle's attention either. "You're going to get SOOOO lucky later tonight, stud," Kyle said to Matt, as he walked up and squeezed his crotch gently, as you would expect from someone who wasn't a jock. "Listen, bitch," Matt told Kyle with a huge grin from ear to ear as he squeezed Kyle's crotch so firmly that Kyle started to wince, "you've just consented to have an all-night threesome with two stud athletes who are insatiable when it comes to sex. We're going to fuck the shit out of you and use you up--and that'll be before midnight. By the time morning comes, you won't know which hole is your ass, and which hole is your mouth, and it won't matter because all you'll know is that they are both made to service jock cock. Are you still sure you want to go through with this? "This is your last chance to back out. Remember, you can't stay here for a few hours with Lance and then chicken out for the all-night orgy." "Make me your fuck toy, boys," Kyle piped up without hesitation and with a huge grin on his face. "Use me up, spit me out, and then use me up again. Make me your bitch. "Although I warn you, you might be surprised at my stamina, studs. Just because I'm pretty doesn't mean I can't take it." Kyle stared right into Matt's eyes as if he was totally up to Matt's challenge and wasn't about to back down. I started laughing hysterically. "Whoa!" I said to Matt. "Looks like our little bitch isn't the least bit afraid of your jock ass, babe." Matt grinned from ear to ear. "Good. That's just what I wanted to hear," Matt responded, with a big smile as he let up on Kyle's crotch. "Sounds like it's time for me to get out of here and leave you two alone. "I suggest you don't wear yourselves out too much," Matt continued. "I intend to fuck both of you all night--both together and separately. "Consider yourselves warned." Kyle winked at both of us. "See you tonight at 9 p.m. at the restaurant, and don't be late! "Don't make me fucking come and get you or that'll piss me off! And trust me, you don't want that!!" he said gruffly. Then he looked at us and said to me sweetly, "See you later, babe." Then to both of us he said, "Enjoy each other." Then he kissed me sweetly, turned, and left. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower case "L", not the numeral "1".