Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2024 13:54:35 -0400 (EDT) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: lances-story-16 Authors note: I originally wrote the following part back in 2007 when I first wrote the prior 15 sections of my autobiography. However, I failed to submit it to nifty for posting. It's unclear to me why that happened. I believe it's because it's somewhat shorter, so I decided not to submit it till I added more to it. However, I never got around to it, so I never sent it to nifty. I'm submitting it now, however, because if I ever do start up writing again, everything will be new and update what has happened during the last 17 years of my life. Whether I do that or not will depend on whether I get enough feedback from fans to convince me it's worthwhile to make the effort to add to my autobiography. I can assure you that my life since I graduated from law school and started working at the firm has been incredible! Just as a tease, I'll mention that I got married after working at the firm for 3 years to a gorgeous 16-year-old hunk son of one of the partner's and then quit the firm 2 years later to follow him to the west coast where he accepted a scholarship to play football. We now live with 7 other gorgeous men, one of which is my nephew who, naturally, is also enormously well hung. (It's in the genes.) In addition, I have a gorgeous power bottom bf, a co-pilot with a European airlines, which my husband knows about. The development of all that has been fascinating and sexy as all fuck! Our daily sex life is amazing also! So, if you want more, write to tell me at the email address given at the end of the sections and let me know. Also, be sure to let me know what you like best about what I've been writing so I can accentuate that as I continue my autobiography. And now, on with the story... _____________________________ Kyle turned and looked directly at me right after Matt had closed the door. He had an extremely hungry and horny look in his eyes. But it was different than any look I'd ever seen in a man's eyes before. Kyle was in love with me. I really didn't know what to do. Here I was, the always-in-control ex-stripper, ex-escort jock with the unbelievably huge cock, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even fake it. In a couple of months, I was going to be an attorney. How could I survive as an attorney if I couldn't deal with situations that suddenly presented themselves? All I could do was get red in the face and look down to the floor. I was totally embarrassed. Kyle could see something was really wrong with me all of a sudden. "Hey, Lance, what's the matter?" he asked. I couldn't say anything. Too many extremely uncomfortable seconds passed. I didn't raise my face. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said. "I can go home. "Really. It's OK. I mean, I'd be disappointed of course, but . . ." Kyle was always an amazing guy. He always thought of everyone else first. Here he was, finally in a position to realize the fantasy he'd had for nearly three years, and he was willing to throw it away if it made me the least bit uncomfortable. The bitch was actually starting to get me hard. "Just shut up Kyle!" I said, a little too harshly. Kyle got tears in his eyes and started for the door. I rushed to stop him. I threw my arms around him, held him tight, and then kissed him long and passionately. "I'm scared, Kyle," I finally managed to get out. "What have you possibly got to be scared about, Mr. Huge Cock, Mr. Former Stripper, Mr. Escort, with your unbelievable new job?" he asked, jokingly. "I'm scared of you," I said. "Me?" he said. "You've got to be kidding!" "I mean of being with you," I said. "You're serious, aren't you?" he said. "Yeah. I am," I said. "That's messed up!" he said. "I don't believe you. "Just tell me you don't want to do this, and I'll go. Just don't bullshit me, Lance, Please. I deserve better than that." I pulled him to me tighter and kissed him again, shoving my tongue down his throat farther than I'd ever done to anyone else before. "Listen, bitch," I said with teary eyes, "I'm telling you the truth. I've never been with anyone who loves me so much when I don't love them. "I don't want to disappoint you, Kyle. I want to be everything you want me to be. I don't know if I can do that if I don't feel the same way you do for me." Kyle said just the right thing. "You've already done enough, Lance. That last kiss was enough for me to leave right now and be happy for the rest of my life. Anything we do now is icing on the cake." I smiled broadly and kissed him again. I was hard as a rock by now. Kyle didn't fail to notice. I mean, who could? Twelve and a half hard inches that start to poke out of your shorts don't often get missed. "I can see that you're a little excited about the prospect of fucking some Kyle pussy, huh?" he said, chortling. "I can remember not too long ago you had the same reaction," he said, as he traced all 12½" up and down with the tips of his fingers. I didn't reply. I just lifted the bitch up like a groom does a bride and took him into my bedroom. I looked into his eyes and ordered him to strip and lie down. No more tears in my eyes, no more requests, no more doubts about what to do or whether to do it. I put on some romantic music and went to the kitchen. I got a couple of glasses of wine and stripped as fast as I could. The bitch had really gotten me horny. I went back to the bedroom totally nude holding the glasses. My cock was totally erect, well, as erect as 12½ fucking inches can get, and as hard as a fucking rock--harder than it had been in a long, long time. After all, Kyle was fresh meat. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Kyle said when I walked into the bedroom. "Anything wrong?" I said, teasingly. "My God, Lance!" he said. "I knew it was big, but fuck! How big is it anyway?" "12½", I said, totally matter-of-factly. "Fuck!" he said. "How does Matt take it?" "The same way you're going to take it, bitch: one inch at a time," I said. Then I laughed a little, evilly. "Oh my God!" he said. "I don't know, Lance." "Oh, I DO know, Babe," I said. And Matt's is 10½", and you're going to take every inch of our fucking meat ALL fucking night, just like you said you would. Got it?" "Lance, please," he said. "Don't be unreasonable," he pled. "I promise, Kyle, when tomorrow morning comes, you'll be thanking us and begging for more." "Oh, fuck!" He obviously still wasn't too sure, not that I really gave a shit anymore. I was way past that by now. "Yep. That's the general idea," I chortled. "Now, the first thing you need to do is give daddy a nice long tongue bath on his 12½" cock and get as much of it down your fucking throat as you can, too. "That'll make it easier to get into your tight little bitch hole. That IS what you want, isn't it, bitch? "My humongous cock up your ass? That's what you've been dreaming about for 3 years, right?" "Uh, yeah, uh, I mean, but I didn't know there was so much of it," he said. "That'll just make it a little more fun," I said. I gave Kyle a gentle kiss, a little mischievously. "Now don't keep daddy waiting any longer. Suck my big fat cock, bitch!" I ordered him firmly, with a smile on my face. Kyle smiled and started sucking, or should I say, licking. He got every bit of it at least twice. His blow job wasn't too bad either, but I deliberately choked the bitch every now and then just to make sure he'd remember what he'd had in his mouth for the rest of his life. I made him lick my low hangers too. Soon he was really getting into it. I knew he would. I knew even when I'd dated him 3 years before that he was a slut. It made it just that much harder to break it off with him. "Starting to like my 12½", huh?" I asked him. "Yeah. You knew I would, too, you bitch" he said, giggling. "Bitch, huh?" I said. "You KNOW that's going to cost you, don't you?" I laughed. "Fuck, Lance, with that cock, you're going to rip me apart anyway, so what else could I possibly do to hurt myself?" he said, laughing. "Guess I never thought about it that way, bitch," I said. But I glared at him just to make sure he knew who the boss was. The rather sheepish look he returned showed me he understood things. "OK. What's next?" he asked, after he'd had enough cock sucking, like a little boy in a candy shop. "Who said I've had enough cock sucking, bitch, just because you think you have?" Kyle looked at me like he was afraid he had really done something wrong. This time I didn't let him off the hook. "I'm sorry, Lance," he said. "I'll do whatever you say. "You're the boss. Just tell me what you want." I decided to teach him about the eye of the cock. (I explained this in an earlier section.) I told him he was going to learn to give a proper blow job. I spread my legs. He got between them with his face at my crotch. I pulled back my foreskin and showed him where the eye of the cock was and how to stimulate it properly to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. It was fantastic! I made it clear as I writhed around on the bed how well he was doing. But I made him stop well before I came. No way was I shooting my load in his mouth. My load was destined for the bitch's ass! When I made him stop, I told him I'd gone through the exercise to teach him about the eye of the cock so he could use it throughout the rest of his sex life. It's invaluable knowledge. I can't recommend enough that anyone who is not aware of it go to the section I discussed it to learn about it. "Get on your hands and knees, bitch! I need to prepare your fuck hole for my huge cock the best way I can." I stuck in one, then two, then three fingers. At three, Kyle started moaning a lot. Then, I stuck in the fourth. Kyle complained that it was too much. "Bitch!" I said. "For God's sake! When were you fucked last?" "Never, Lance," he admitted. "I'm a total top." "Oh, fuck, Kyle!" I said. "You mean you want me to pop your cherry? "Do you know what that means? You heard what I told that little bitch at the firm earlier, didn't you?" "Yeah, Lance," he answered. "It means you're going to go crazy, and I'm going to be used and hurt like hell, and you're not going to care while you're doing it. "But at the end, we'll bond, and I'll always be yours. Right?" he asked. "That's about it," I answered him. "Are you ready for that? Is that what you really want, for me to rape the shit out of you?" "You know better than that, Lance," he replied. "You're in your third year of law school. It isn't rape if I consent." "That's it, bitch!" I said. "Your ass is mine!" I growled, as I grabbed his waist and buried all 12½ inches up his ass in virtually one thrust. Sure enough, he started begging me to stop. I laughed and teased him. "Does little Kylely want his Daddy's huge cock out of his tight little asshole?" I said hysterically. "Yes, Lance," he begged me. "Please. Take it out. "I'll do anything. It's just too big. "The pain's too much! I can't take it." "You WILL take it, bitch!!" I said. "Keep begging though, I love that." I popped his cherry. It was the wildest cherry popping I'd ever done. I made him hurt till he screamed, and then I fucked him deeper. God how I loved it! I knew he wanted and needed it. I knew he loved me. Even that didn't change how much of an animal I am when I fuck a virgin. I think that was the first time I'd ever popped anyone's cherry who loved me when I did it. That turned me on like crazy, so that made me fucking nuts. Too bad for him. But it did make a difference when he was on his back and started getting used to it. Fucking someone who's in love with you is totally different than fucking someone who's just lusting after you. Kyle's kisses were unbelievable. He squeezed my cock like he wanted to keep it up his ass forever--and I'm sure he did. He wrapped his legs around me like he never wanted to let me go--and I'm sure he didn't. He wrapped his arms around my neck or back sometimes gently, sometimes firmly. Sometimes he rubbed my back and sides. Sometimes he ran his fingers through my hair. Sometimes he squeezed his arms and legs so tight that his upper body was in contact with me. His eyes pierced mine or rolled back. In either case, it was obvious he was being fucked by the man he loved and had loved for a while. And all this was happening while I continued to fuck a virgin man pussy. I had never before been so turned on. When it was all over, he clung to me like no one else had ever done before. It was because he was a mature, cultured, professional, educated man. He wasn't there only because of lust but also because of deep love. He'd thought about this experience for 3 years and knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be mine, no matter what the cost, no matter for how long he might "possess" me. He was my best first-time bitch ever, and I told him that. It brought him to tears. Perhaps I shouldn't have told him, but I told him I was being honest And I thought he should know. I hoped it wouldn't make it harder on him when he left the next morning. But I hoped it would make the experience just that much nicer for him to remember. I told him it was great he had been a virgin when I fucked him because that meant he could be a top as well as a bottom at the orgy that night. That excited him no end. He couldn't believe he was going to get to fuck the law school's legendary pair of "jocks with the big cocks." I told him, however, that I thought it would be best if he didn't tell anyone about it. It might tarnish our macho jock images, especially Matt's image, and he still had 2 years left of law school. He agreed and promised to keep it quiet. Then, I gave him one of my best blow jobs to get him off, making sure to concentrate on his eye of the cock. He couldn't believe I could deep all 8" of his rather thick cut cock. And he was "blown away," so to speak, by how great the blow job felt. When I forced him to let me take his load, he was flabbergasted. I loved it! I laughed deeply as he unloaded straight into my stomach. The deep vibrations from the laugh he felt on his cock turned him on like crazy. After that, we kissed passionately for a while. Then we rested in each other's arms and talked for a long time, that is, until we had to get cleaned up to meet Matt at the restaurant for dinner. We talked about our 3 years in law school and about Kyle's job-hunting prospects. We finally got around to what had happened in our relationship at the beginning of our first year of law school. "Lance, why did you dump me?" he asked me. "What did I do wrong? "I was in love with you. You hurt me real bad. "I almost left law school. I've never gotten over it." He was almost in tears. I hugged him closer to me. "Kyle," I said, "I had no idea our breaking up was going to affect you so much. I thought things were moving too fast. It was the beginning of our first year of law school. I told him that I was afraid we weren't going to have enough time for a serious relationship and that it would adversely affect our course work. "In addition," I said, "I had a roommate who at the time I thought was straight. I mean, I knew he had just broken off an engagement to a girl, so I thought that was a reasonable assumption. I didn't want to screw up my relationship living with him. "But most of all, Kyle, I knew we were just too different to make it work. I'm a jock, you're so totally not. I just knew that within no more than 6 months we'd break up, and it would be a lot harder than if we stopped it when we did. "I had no idea it would be so rough on you to break up. Even so, I still think it was right because it just wouldn't have worked out with us. Besides, although I don't want to sound selfish, it would have cost me the relationship I had with Jay, which, despite how much in love I am with Matt now, was the best thing that ever happened to me." Kyle wanted to know about how Jay and I got together, so I told him. We both laughed about it. It is actually a crazy and very unlikely story. Then I told him all about our relationship, I mean Matt and mine. I really didn't want to. I tried to refuse, but he insisted. By the time I had finished, I think he knew I was desperately in love with Jay and that we were meant for each other. Then I returned to our story, I mean Kyle and mine. "You don't know how sorry I am that you got hurt, Kyle," I said. "There have been a lot of times during the last 3 years I've wanted to go up to you to talk about it, but I was always afraid I might make it worse. Besides, I just really didn't know what to say. "I wanted to hold you, but I was afraid that might make it worse too. You can't imagine the guilt I felt every time I saw you at school, even though I knew I'd done the right thing for both of us. "I so wanted you to be happy, but you couldn't be, and it was because of me. I hated that." I burst into tears. Kyle knew I wasn't faking. He took me in his arms and held me tight. "I'm sorry I did this to you, Lance," he said. "I had no idea. You're right . . . about everything. "I just couldn't see it. I guess I just wanted you so much I wouldn't let myself see it. Will you forgive me?" "Only if you'll forgive me," I replied. We kissed. It was a sweet and hot kiss. It seemed to last forever. I remembered it from nearly 3 years ago. I told him that. He smiled and thanked me for remembering. I asked him whether we were OK. He smiled and said yes. I asked him if he was ready to leave the "2 of us" behind and get ready for the "3 of us" that night. He smiled with an evil look in his eye. "Let's go to dinner so we can get back here ASAP, bitch," he said. "That's going to cost you big time!" I said. "Promises, promises," he said, and we got up and went to shower together. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower case "L", not the numeral "1".