Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2024 14:39:36 -0500 (EST) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lance's Story Chapter 3 Jay's dinner was fantastic. We discussed a lot of things other than law school. He thanked me for the flowers. He told me how romantic he thought it was that I had kept track of the number of times we had been together. I told him that each time had meant a lot to me. He welled up. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's nothing," he answered. "Jay, tell me," I said. "It's OK," he said. "I want to know what I said to upset you," he said. "It's not that, Lance," he said. "It's just that I'm so happy." I smiled. "I am, too, Babe," I said, "I am too." We had the apple pie. He had actually made it from scratch. It was his mother's recipe. "Straight people aren't supposed to know how to cook, Baby," I told him. "I don't suppose I'm straight anymore, Babe," he said. "I mean, I've had a 12½" cock up my ass 59 times now for up to 30 minutes at a time at a furious pace. That's more inches than a lot of gay men get during a whole lifetime." I laughed hysterically. "That makes you a little whore," I said. "I'm not sure it makes you gay, though," I added, as I giggled. "Whore, huh?" he asked. "How about let's make it an even 60?" "I think that could be arranged," I said. Jay giggled, as I got up, went over to him, grabbed him in my arms, lifted him out of his chair, and laid him down on his back on the floor beside the table. Jay spread his legs wide open, as only a supple gymnast can do. I took my rightful place in between them on top of him. "So, is this what you want?" I asked. "Yum, yum!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. Jay pulled me down by the back of my head and shoved his tongue down my throat. I returned the favor. I also kissed his neck and behind his ears while he sighed. We went on like this for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, something came over me. I stopped kissing Jay and rose a few inches from his face and looked at him straight into his eyes. "Beg me to fuck you!" I ordered him harshly. "No!" he answered playfully. I said, "Tell me you have to have my huge fat cock in your ass. Beg me to fuck you!" "No! I won't," he said again chuckling. "You'll just have to take it if you want it, bitch." "I'm not kidding, Jay," I said. "Beg me to fuck you this minute!" Jay looked up into my eyes. He started to suspect I might be serious. "I don't like this game, Lance," he said. "Stop it!" "Either beg me to fuck your ass with my huge cock right now," I said, "or we're through, and I'll never fuck you again. NOW!" "You're scaring me, Babe!" he said. "I love you, more than anything, but I won't do it. I won't let you force me. It's not healthy for either one of us." I stared into his eyes for a full 10 seconds. Finally, I went down to him slowly. He was scared but didn't move. I kissed him lightly on the lips. His lips didn't move. I moved to his right ear. "Please, Jay," I pleaded. "Please beg me to fuck your ass with my huge cock. Please," I whispered. Jay finally caught on. He placed his right hand behind my head and ran his fingers through my hair. He knew I didn't really WANT him to beg me. For some reason, I NEEDED him to beg me. He loved me deeply. He decided his man needed him. So, he'd give his man what he needed and try to figure out later what was going on. He pushed me up gently so I could see his face. He was smiling, and his eyes were sparkling. They clearly said, "Yes." That got me erect faster than had ever happened before. Jay got out from under me as quickly as possible. He undid the strap that connected the cod piece to the waist strap behind him to give me access to his asshole. As he did it, he turned his backside toward just to tease me. He then took the tub of butter off the table and greased up my 12½" cock. It felt soooooooooo good. Then the little bitch greased up my huge balls and played with them for a while. Finally, he slipped his finger under my balls toward my asshole. I was so surprised that I didn't say anything. He entered my asshole with his finger slowly but firmly. It felt good. It was at that point that he spoke. "OK, big boy," he said, "or should I say, `huge boy.' Fuck me with that huge cock! "And when I say `fuck,' I don't mean gently, I mean hard. I mean deep. I mean use me. Use me like a whore. Like a whore you're going to throw away as soon as you're done with me. "I got all dressed up for the occasion, didn't I? So, I deserve it. Fuck me, bitch! FUCK ME!!" He got up and ran off to his bedroom before I could grab him. I followed him as quickly as I could, my huge greasy cock slapping against my belly as I ran. By the time I got there, he was at the foot of his bed, standing on his head, facing away from the bed, his back leaning against it. His legs were split completely wide open--180°! --like only a supple gymnast can do. "Fuck me, you horny bitch!" he said. "That is, if you're man enough, if your cock is big enough to handle this ass." "Oh, fuck!" I said, as I lost complete control of all my senses except for the sense of touch. That was the sense that would give me all the pleasure from fucking the shit out of my little boy gymnast who was sprawled out in front of me. I stood at the foot of his bed facing away from it, my big feet on either side of his head. He grabbed hold of my ankles pretending that he needed to steady himself. He didn't really have to. He just did it to turn me on. And it fucking did, as he knew it would. I entered him from above. I started fucking him in a position I'd never fucked before. It was glorious. My huge balls slapped his ass every time I slammed all the way into him. He groaned every time I hit his prostate. We went on like this for about 15 minutes. Every once in a while, he moved over slightly and licked my ankles. I moaned every time he did it. He giggled every time I did. Every once in a while, he'd say something nasty like, "Listen bitch, if you can't handle this, I'll go find another fucker who can. I SAID FUCK ME!" "Oh, fuck!" was all I could say, and I started fucking him harder and deeper. That made him giggle. Finally, he said, "Haven't you got any more cock? I told you I wanted all of your huge cock. I think you're holding out on me." "That's it, you slut!" I said. I picked him up, threw him on his back on his bed, spread his legs, ripped off his cod piece, and entered him again. He once again spread his legs wide. That was the most incredible position. That position was the absolute best to allow someone to get in the deepest. "Oh, fuck!" he said. "So, you little shit!" I said. "You're starting to get enough cock yet, huh?" "Ugh," he said, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Yeah!" I replied. "Take that cock!!" Soon Jay started getting into it and decided to meet my thrusts. He wrapped his powerful gymnast legs around my ass and started pulling me into him every time with each one of my thrusts. It was a fantastic feeling--for both of us. After about five minutes of fucking and silence, I could sense he was getting close to coming. I stopped thrusting, though I kept my cock up his ass, as I bent down to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. Since he had his eyes closed, he didn't expect it, and he just groaned slightly. I bent over to his right ear. "I love you, Jay," I whispered. He moaned. "Oh, Lance," he said softly as he swooned. Suddenly, I felt a hot sticky sensation on my belly. He had cum. "Did you hear me?" I asked him. "I said I love you." "Yes, Lance," he said. More sticky sensation. More cum. I moved to the other ear. "I think I've loved you since the day I met you, Jay," I told him, "but I just didn't know it till a few days ago now." No response, but lots more cum. The warm sensation on my stomach of shooting cum every time I said something that turned him on was phenomenal. "Maybe it was all the pressure of school," I said. "But now I know, Jay. I love you more than anyone I've ever loved before, Jay." Jay dug his nails into my back. It hurt, but I knew he was experiencing ecstasy, so I didn't flinch. He jerked. His smile said it all. I looked at him till he opened his eyes and looked at me adoringly. "God, but you're easy!" I said. He started laughing hysterically. Then I did, too. "Lance," he said. "You haven't cum yet." "That's true, you little bitch," I said, as I continued to laugh. "You think you can still take a little more of my huge cock?" "Always, Babe," he said. "Always." I started thrusting up Jay's ass again. He was in heaven. The man who loved him--the very first man who had told him he loved him--was fucking him. What more could anyone ask for? I soon was ready to cum. "Shoot it up my ass, Babe," he said. "Are you sure, Baby?" I asked. "You've never let me do that before." "This is a special occasion," he responded. "Besides, I trust you. I CAN trust you, right?" "Yes, Babe," I answered. "You can. I'll never hurt you, at least not that way. And, as I already told you, if I'm going to start anything with someone else, I'll let you know first. "And I can't imagine that'll happen, not the way I feel about you. Or, at least if I stray and fuck someone else, I won't fuck you again without telling you first." "OK, Lance," he said. "Same goes for me, too. And that goes for women, too." We both laughed. "OK. Here goes," I said. I unloaded up Jay's ass. It was quite a load. Jay kept pulling me in with his strong legs, smiling every time he did. I couldn't look into his eyes. They distracted me too much. God, those beautiful eyes! Jay giggled as I kept coming. "Jesus Christ, Babe!" he said. "What a load!" "Huge cock, huge load," I said. "I guess," he said, giggling. I lay down beside him, pulling him over into my arms. His strong firm body was a joy to hold tightly. It was a fantastic feeling. "I'm sorry," I finally said. "For what?" he said. "For all that stuff before, making you beg and everything," I said. "Yeah, what was that all about?" he said. "I've known I love you for at least a few days, Jay, but I've been afraid to tell you?" I answered. "So, what's that have to do with the begging?" he asked me. "Well, the reason I've been afraid to tell you is that I'm afraid of what's going to happen with us," I answered him. "There are so many things against us. "You may decide at any time that you want to go back to being straight, and if I'd told you I love you, that would devastate me. Also, you've only got another year and a half of law school, and then you may leave. "What would happen then? I already went through that with my first love, and it nearly killed me. "Finally, I'm the first gay man you've experienced. That relationship usually doesn't last too long, just like the first girlfriend for a straight man. You could well find a gay man who is more compatible with you while we're together, and that would hurt like hell, too." "Lance," Jay said, "you're an intelligent man. You know there are no guarantees in life. "But I can tell you a few things you can count on, Babe. First, I'm not going back to being straight--certainly not as long as I have you around. "Second, there'll never be another man for me--again, not as long as you're around. Third, neither of us knows what's going to happen in a year and a half when I graduate, but if you don't live and love today, just because you're afraid of what might happen in the future, you'll never experience love at all. You know that." "I know, Jay," I said. "You're right. But it still scares me." "OK, so you're scared a little," he said. "I understand that, but it still doesn't explain the begging," he said. "Simple," I said, "or at least I think it's simple, if I got anything out of the psych classes I took as an undergrad. I had a panic attack tonight right before I was about to tell you, and something came over me. "I think I then overcompensated for my perceived lack of control of the whole situation by needing to control our sexual situation at that moment. I'm sorry. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before, and I promise it'll never happen again." Jay turned, looked up at me and smiled, then kissed and licked my nipples and said, with a somewhat evil and playful gleam in his eye, "Does that make it all better?" I laughed and said, "Yeah, it does. The only problem is that I'm supposed to be doing that to you." "Well," he said, "if you really want to make it all better, I've got something else in mind . . ." "Yeah, what's that?" I said. "Well, it's something I've wanted to do for a long, long time, but I wasn't sure how you would react, so I haven't wanted to say anything," he said. I was a little afraid to ask, but curious as hell, and turned on, too. "OK, Babe," I said. "No secrets. Let's have it. I just told you that I love you. There's nothing I can think of that I wouldn't do for you right now," I said. "I hope you mean that, Lance," he said, "because I don't want to upset you." "I hope I do, too," I said. "And I promise you, it won' upset me. Look, the worst I can do is say `No.' I tell you what. You promise me that if I do say, `No' now, you won't get upset, and we'll discuss it. And I promise that if I do say, `No' now, I'll think seriously about it and try to say, `Yes' sometime soon." "OK, Lance," he said. "Here goes. First, tell me. Why do you think I got dressed up in leathers tonight? I mean, what is the usual role played by the man who is dressed in leathers?" "Uh, I thought you did it to look cute for me," I said. He smiled and said, "Well, I did. But think more generally, about gay men in general?" I thought for a couple of seconds. Then it hit me. I looked at him somewhat incredulously. "You mean . . .?" "Yeah," he said, with the biggest fucking grin on his puppy dog face. Then he got up and kissed me, hard and deep. "Lance," he said, "you turn me on so much. I've got to experience it. And I want the first time to be with you--with the man I love, the first man I've ever loved." "But Jay, I've never done that before!" I said. "You're kidding!" he said. "You mean I'd be fucking a virgin? Popping a man's cherry? Oh my God, Lance, you've just got to let me do it. Please!" How could I resist? He was so cute in his leathers. He had given me so much. I loved him so much. Besides, it would be a new experience for me, too. Not only that, his 8" thick cock was quite respectable as cocks go. How could I deny him what he had given me? I decided I'd give the little bitch the best fuck he'd ever had. e didn't know it yet, but I was going to teach him how to fuck a man and fuck him good. "OK, Babe. Anything for you," I said. "You mean it?" he asked. "Yes, I do," I said. I went down on him and started sucking his cock. After a few minutes, I started deep throating him, something I'd never done before. "Oh, God, Lance," he said. "That's fucking unbelievable." "Yeah, isn't it, though," I said. "You want to be the top, you're going to get all the advantages of a top. Now start ordering me what to do, Babe." Jay just moaned. "Deeper, bitch. Deeper," he said. I looked up at him and smiled and winked as I shoved his cock down my throat over and over as deep as it could get. He moaned, and moaned, and moaned. "Don't get too excited. You've got to fuck a really tight hole," I said. "Get the lube!" he ordered me. "Yes, master!" I said. "That's right," he said. "I like that. Call me `Sir' for the rest of this fuck." "Yes, Sir," I said. "Whatever you say, Sir. It's a pleasure to serve you, Sir. May I assist you, Sir?" I asked him. "Yes, Sir. Right away," I said, and went and got the lube. I squeezed a little lube on his fingers and then got in position on all fours. He stuck a finger up my ass. I moaned as he went in and out. Then he stuck another finger up my ass and started scissoring. "Hmm," I thought. "The little bitch remembered." He stuck a third then a fourth finger up my ass. "Wow," I groaned. "You like that, my little virgin?" he asked me. "Oh yes, Sir. Anything to give you pleasure, Sir," I said. "That's what I like. An eager bitch," he said. I thought to myself, "The little slut is really getting into this. Well, two can play at this game." "You like the look of my little rose bud, Sir?" I asked him. "I've saved it my whole life just so you could have it, Sir. No one else has ever touched it, Sir." "Oh, fuck!" he moaned. "I heard you have a big fat 8" cock for me, Sir," I said. "You think you'd like to pop my cherry now, Sir? "I've been waiting almost 23 years for a cock up my ass, Sir. I really don't want to wait any longer, Sir. "If you look at my asshole, Sir, it's really eager, Sir." He looked at my asshole while I flexed it in and out. I'm sure it must have been quite a sight. It must have looked exactly like a real rose. He swooned. "Get over here and lube me up, boy," he ordered me. "Lube me up really good. If you don't, your asshole will hurt. So, it's up to you." "Yes, Sir," I said. I lubed him up and, like he'd done to me earlier, lubed up his balls and stuck a finger up his ass a little. He grinned at me, and I grinned back. "On all fours now, bitch," he said. "It's time to turn you into a REAL man." "Yes, Sir," I said. "Till now I've just been a fucker, Sir, not a man, Sir. Please make me a man, Sir." Jay put the head of his cock against my asshole. The lube was a little cold. "Please stick in the head, Sir," I said. "It's OK, Sir." Jay shoved in the head. It hurt like hell. I have no idea how all the virgins I'd fucked before had stood it--especially since my cock's head was about ½ larger. "How's that, bitch?" Jay asked. "It hurts, Sir," I said. "Of course it hurts, bitch," he said. Then the tone of his voice became much softer. "And you can cut out the `Sir.' "I'm going to make love to you now, Lance," he said. "not fuck you. I don't want to remember it any other way, not the first time anyway." "OK, Baby," I said. "Now push in a few more inches. think I'm ready." He pushed in a few more inches. It hurt more, but I thought I'd be able to take it. "Oh, fuck, Lance," he said. "I can see why you love this so much. You're so fucking tight. My God!" "I love you, Jay," I said. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. It's yours anytime you want it." "You mean it?" he asked. "Yes Baby, I do," I answered. "Here's the rest, Babe," he said. And with that, he buried the rest of his 8" up my ass slapping his balls into mine and his bush into my pink asshole. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed. "Sorry," he giggled. "It sure as hell doesn't sound like you are," I shouted. "Well, to tell you the truth, Babe," he said. "I'm really not too sorry at the moment. You got to admit, when a hole's this tight, it gives you such a feeling of power and horniness that it's hard to think of anything else." "Yeah," I said, "I've been there, Baby, just about every time I'm up someone's ass, in fact." I chuckled, as best I could, that is, with a fat 8" cock up my almost virgin ass. "Time to start the fuck, dear," he said. "Guess so," I said. "Please be gentle," I asked, plaintively. "I will, at least at first," he chuckled. Jay started fucking me with his ample cock. In and out, in and out. Soon I started to get used to it, and it was feeling pretty good. "How you doing, Babe?" he asked me. "Not too bad," I said. "How about you?" "Christ" he said. "I'm in heaven. You've got one tight hole, Babe. Always knew you would, though. You shouldn't have kept this from the world all these years." "Keeping it for just the right man, Baby," I said. "Oh, God, Lance. You turn me on so much when you say things like that to me. Let's turn you over. I want to look you in the eyes." He took his cock out of my ass, and I turned over. I placed my ankles up on his shoulders, and he reinserted his cock and started plowing me again. "God, this is even better!" he said. "Fuck!" I said. "You're going even deeper. You're pounding on my prostate." "You like it?" he asked. "I'm getting used to it," I said. "Give me a few minutes." "Take all the time you need, Babe," he said. "I'm certainly going to." "You're a bitch, you know that?" I said. "You're not in charge right now. Don't forget that," he said. "Yes, Sir," I said. He smiled. I moved my legs down behind his ass and started pulling him to me every time he thrusted into me. "Oh, fuck!" he said. "That's so fucking good." I looked up and suddenly got very, very turned on. I saw a cute buff blonde boy with a leather studded leather collar, studded arm bands, and studded cuffs, sweating as he fucked his first male ass with a big grin on his face, an adorable blonde boy who loved me as deeply as I did him. He was concentrating intently as he fucked me, watching his cock go in at out of my ass, obviously in ecstasy at what he saw. I put my hands up and stroked his hair. As he continued to fuck me, he looked at me surprised and grinned. He came down and kissed me passionately. He stopped thrusting and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for letting me do this, Lance. I love you, more than you can imagine. I just hope I'm doing this right and that I'm not hurting you." I pushed him up by his shoulders so I could look directly in his eyes. "You're perfect. Now get back to it, my little fucker. And if you're going to do something, do it right. "Fuck me hard and deep," I said. "Don't worry about me. I may act like I'm uncomfortable, but not only will you experience a better orgasm, I will too." He smiled and resumed fucking me. This time the little fucker drove into me like a jack hammer. I groaned, but he never stopped. It just turned him all the more. I groaned loader, he fucked harder. He grinned, I groaned. Finally, I told him I was going to come and to fuck me harder than ever. He did. I shot more cum than I had ever shot before, past my head and all over my face. "Keep fucking me, you bitch!" I screamed. "This is the best orgasm I've ever had in my life!! FUCK ME!!!" He got turned on big time. I finally stopped cumming and looked at him in the eye. "I may be done, but you're not," I said. "Use me. I've had my turn, and you deserve yours. "You're allowed to do anything to me you need to do to make your experience as good as you can. I owe it to you. "Anyone you fuck whom you've made cum owes that to you," I said. "Don't you ever forget that." He swooned. "Stick your legs back up in the air!" he commanded me. He grabbed my legs each by the ankle and spread them apart as far as they could go. I grimaced. I looked him in the face. He smiled. He didn't care if I felt discomfort. That gave him the maximum leverage he needed to get the most pleasure out of his thrusts. "Good boy!" I said. "Fuck me!" A few seconds later, it was nearly over. "Oh God, Lance," he said. "I'm so close." "OK, Dude, listen to me carefully," I said. "Don't withdraw. When you start to cum, keep thrusting gently but evenly, and don't tense up, especially not at first. "The initial cum will warm up and provide additional lube for the first few inches of your cock. Then the next ejaculations will be incredibly powerful and satisfying. "Do it right, Baby, and it'll be the greatest feeling of your life." "I'll try, Lance, I'll try," he said. "You can do it, Baby, I know you can," I said. "And by the way, Jay, I love you." That was it. Jay started to cum. "Oh my God!" he said. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . eh . . . eh . . . eh . . . eh . . . oo . . . oo . . . oo . . . oo . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . shit . . . shit . . . shit . . . shit . . . ahhhh." Then he collapsed on top of me. I held him tightly in my arms for a few minutes. His hair smelled wonderful. I realized that whatever I had to give to my love that would give him such pleasure I would never deny him. Finally, I bent my head down to his ear and whispered, "So, was it good for you?" He laughed hysterically. "You seemed to have no problem with it yourself," he said. "No, I have to admit," I said. "I did sort of enjoy it--especially at the end, that is." We both smiled at each other broadly and discussed all that had happened that evening. After a while, we both went to the kitchen, and I helped Jay clean up the dishes. He told me I didn't have to help him, but I insisted. Besides, I told him, I wanted to look at his cute ass as much as possible--especially in those chaps. I smacked it every chance I got. "Hey," he said. "That's not fair. You're wearing boxers." "I'm not the one who decided to wear leathers with my bare ass sticking out for everyone to see," I responded. "You've got a point there, I guess," he said, giggling. Jay took off his leathers after dinner and put on the black G-string he wore during our first night together. We slept together in each other's arms. It was undoubtedly the most beautiful sexual experience we had throughout our entire relationship. I'll never forget that night for as long as I live. The rest of our first year together was wonderful. We played together like two children as we got to know each other in and out of bed. One day, I bought my own set of leathers and surprised Jay when he got home from school. He got turned on so much when he saw me in them that he nearly ripped his clothes trying to get them off. I was laughing at him, and that made him a little angry. For a few seconds he couldn't decide whether he wanted to be a top or a bottom. I'm going to let that be our secret what he decided. I'll just tell you that he was fantastic! I also taught him about many other things before the end of that first year: cock rings, butt plugs, anal beads, dildoes, and eventually how to use tit clamps the right way. Every time I showed him something new, he was like a little boy in a candy shop. He was so cute. At the end of the school year, we both managed to find law intern jobs in our town so we could spend the summer in our apartment. That was great. We could spend a lot more time together. We even had the opportunity to spend a few weekends together in other places. Once we were even able to fly to Las Vegas for a long weekend. That was a lot of fun. At the end of the summer, we both went home for a couple of weeks when our jobs ended before school started again. Jay had decided to tell his parents about me. I told him he shouldn't do it because he expected they would probably not take it very well. We were both right. When we returned to the apartment after our vacations and saw each other for the first time, he fell into my arms in tears. "They disowned me and cut me off," he said. "The bastards," I said. I wanted to say, "I told you so," but I didn't. "They even refused to pay for my last year here," he said. "Don't worry," I said. "Take out loans, and I'll help you pay them off." "No, I can't make you do that. I'll take out the loans, but I'll pay them off myself. If I'd listened to you, I wouldn't have been in this mess." "Really, Jay. I'll pay for half. I can afford it." "No. Absolutely not." "OK, Baby. Come here." I held him as tight as I could till he was all cried out. Then I kissed him, as long as he would let me, and I wiped the tears from his eyes while I smiled at him. "I love you, Jay." "I love you too, Lance." We started class a few days later. It was my second year and Jay's final year in law school. In a few days it was going to be Jay's 25th birthday. "Hey, Babe. I've got something very special planned for your birthday," I told him the day before his birthday, "I hope you like it. You trust me, don't you?" "That sounds kind of suspicious, Dude. f course I trust you, but I never thought I'd need to trust someone about a birthday present." "Just go with the flow, OK?" "OK, I guess," he said, with a confused grin. The next day, after we had had a nice dinner which I had prepared for him, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there stood a tall well-built policeman. "Is there a Jay Williams here?" he asked. "Yes, officer," I said. "Would you like to come in?" I looked over at Jay, who had heard everything that had gone on, and said, "Jay, this officer wants to see you." Jay stood up, walked over to us and said, "Yes, officer. What's the problem?" "Are you Jay Williams?" he asked. "Yes, I am," Jay said. "I'm afraid you're under arrest. Please turn around." The officer placed handcuffs on his hands. "Please sit down over there," he told Jay. He sat Jay down on a chair. "What's going on, officer? What did I do?" Jay asked, totally scared. "Some of your neighbors have noticed through your bedroom window that you have been committing crimes against nature, which, in this state, is still illegal," the policeman said. Jay opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, the policeman continued. "And your boyfriend and I are determined to see that you commit them again tonight!" At that point I pushed a button on the CD player and seductive music started playing. The policeman threw his hat across the room and started a slow sensuous strip tease. In just a few seconds, Jay figured out what was really going on. "You bitch!" he screamed at me, as he blushed beet red and got a big smile on his face. "You fucking BITCH!" "Gotcha!" I said, laughing my ass off. Rex, the stripper, was beautiful. A blonde long-haired, blue-eyed, 6'3" chiseled, ripped bodybuilder. He stripped completely. He had a respectable 7", but at least it was uncut, and his balls were rather big. Rex gave Jay three or four lap dances and lots of kisses on the lips, nipples, and ears, after he had sexily removed Jay's shirt. Jay finally got into it and started kissing back. He also kept asking Rex to give me lap dances, but I always declined, saying that he was all for Jay. The dancing lasted nearly 10 minutes. When it was all done, I told Rex to take off the handcuffs. Rex did so and lifted Jay into his arms, and Jay instinctively put his arms around Rex's huge neck with a big smile on his face, noting Rex's erection. "Rex is yours for the night, Babe," I told Jay. "Take him to your bedroom and enjoy yourself. You can do anything with or to him that you want. Have fun. I love you very much." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Jay screamed out. "Rex, put me the fuck down!" Rex and I were totally startled. Rex put him down. "Back in my bedroom NOW, Lance!" Jay ordered me. When we got back in his bedroom, Jay said, "How could you do this to me?" "What are you talking about?" I said. "A stripper and a lap dance is one thing," he said, "but a hooker is something else." "I was just trying to give you a gay experience with a second guy, Babe," I said. "I thought you'd like it. I was trying to do something nice." "Or were you maybe hoping I'd invite you into bed with the two of us," he said. "Don't think I didn't notice that he's blond like me, like your first boyfriend, like you prefer." Fuck! He was right. It hadn't even occurred to me. I hadn't done it for that reason, but why the hell had I been stupid enough to pick a blonde? I suppose it was my natural attraction to them. "No, Babe, I promise," I said. "It wasn't for me, really. I mean, I can't say that the thought hadn't crossed my mind that you might ask me to join in later. But that was your decision, and I wasn't going to ask." "So, you bitch," he said. "You WANTED me to ask you to join us. This was really all about YOU after all, and not about me!" Now I knew that I had really fucked it all up. "Don't you see, you stupid ass?" he said, "I want you and only you, Lance. I don't want anyone else, not even with you at the same time. And I thought that's what you wanted too. "Now you've fucked that all up--and on my 25th birthday, when you're the only family I have now," he said. "Thanks, a fucking lot, you miserable piece of shit!" he said, sobbing, as he ran out of the apartment and sped out of the parking lot in his car. I'd never felt so low in my whole life. I went out to Rex. "I assume you heard some or most of that?" I said to him. "Yeah," Rex said. "Seems like you fucked up pretty bad, Dude." "Yeah. I really feel like shit," I said. "You should, Dude," he said. "That's an incredible man you've got there. Someone who is so loyal to his boyfriend that he won't fuck another man that his boyfriend has picked out and paid for him to fuck is rare and special. If I could find someone like that, I would quit my job as a stripper and work any other job, no matter how shitty, just to be able to go home to him every night." "You're right," I said. "I've got to go find him. I just hope I can." "Go, man," he said. "Don't waste any more time here." "Thanks, man," I said. "Here's your money." "Thanks, dude," Rex said. "I wish I didn't have to take it since I didn't stay. I know you guys are students. "Tell you what, if you change your mind and need me sometime, let me know, and I'll reschedule you some night without any additional charge." "OK, thanks, Rex," I said. "That's really nice." "And one last thing," he said. "If you ever break up with Jay, have him call me." I could tell he wasn't kidding when he said it." I smiled as I shut the door behind us, having grabbed my car keys and coat. I sped off in front of him as the two of us drove out of the parking lot. There were three gay bars in town. I knew Jay had to be at one of them since that's where we always went to drink. Naturally, he wasn't at the first two I went to. As I reached the third one, I saw his car in the parking lot. I rushed in. "OK, Stan, where is he?" I asked. "Over there, Lance," he said. "Passed out in the booth in the corner." "How long has he been here?" I asked him. "About an hour," he said. "I had him give me his keys right before he passed out. "He tried to leave once, but I wouldn't let him. I tried to call you at home, but you weren't there." "Thanks, Stan," I said. "I owe you big time. How much do I owe you for this?" "Don't worry," he said. "He's paid up. Did you guys have a fight?" "Yeah, a big one," I said. "I really fucked up. Bad." "Sorry to hear that, Lance. He's a great guy." "You're the second one tonight to tell me that," I said. "Makes me feel like a real heel, or that I'm such scum I don't deserve him." "No, I'm sorry, Lance," he said. "I didn't mean that." "It's OK, Stan," I said. "I'm starting to feel that way myself. Give me the keys to his car, please. And could you help me get him out to my car?" "Sure, Lance," Stan said. "And again, I'm sorry." "No problem, Stan," I said. "Really." Stan gave me Jay's keys while I picked up my beautiful small gymnast in my arms and carried him out of the bar. Stan opened the back door of my car. I laid Jay into the back seat as carefully as I could. "Is that you, Lance?" he mumbled. "Yes, Jay," I said. "It's me." "I'm sorry, Lance," he said. And he started to cry. "It's OK, Baby," I said. "Don't cry. I'm sorry, too. I'll take you home. Just go back to sleep." I thanked Stan and drove home. I got Jay into the apartment and laid him down into his bed. Then I got him undressed and undressed myself and went to sleep with him in my arms. I knew he was going to have a rough night and a bad day ahead of him. The following night, after the hangover had worn off, and I thought Jay was up to discussing what had happened, I broached the subject. "Jay, Baby," I said. "I'm so, so sorry. I love you so, so much. What I did was incredibly stupid. "I know I hurt you, but it was the last thing I meant to do. And I know it appeared selfish, but I didn't mean it that way at all. "Please, please forgive me. If you can't, and I'm not sure I would if I were in your place, I'll understand. I'll move out if you want me to." Jay looked up at me with tears in his eyes and said, "What am I going to do with you? I was just about to tell you the same thing. I can't believe you are so patient with me. "I am so naïve about being gay, and yet whenever I do something stupid, like what I did with the tit clamps or overreact about the stripper, you forgive me. I thought you were finally going to be fed up with the naïve gay boy who just didn't get it." "Come here," I said, with a big smile. I took him in my arms, and we kissed. It was a mature kiss, not a sexy or playful kiss, a kind of kissing we had never done before. We had obviously reached a new level in our relationship. We had a new understanding of each other, a new respect for each other. It was a warm feeling, a feeling better than an orgasm, one that only a mature person in love can appreciate. The rest of that year our love continued and matured. It was the little things we did for each other that mattered. For example, I started working out more at the gym. Jay noticed I was getting more buff and asked me why I was spending more time at the gym. I smiled and told him honestly it was to look as good for him as I could. He smiled, blushed, and said I shouldn't do that. I should use the time to study. I told him it was important to him how good I looked for him. He kissed me and said he loved me the way I was, but he said he'd join me at the gym. I told him that it was absolutely ridiculous because he still had the gymnast body he had when he was in college. He said if I was going to do it for him, he would do it for me. I smiled and told him it would be great to go to the gym together because it would just give me more time to see him naked in the shower. Another example was one day when I held his hand as we entered and walked through the law school. I made it clear to everyone that he was my boyfriend, we had a real relationship, I was proud of him, and I didn't care who knew about it. It meant a lot to him, especially since his family had disowned him, and he felt I was the only one he had left in his life. Then, Christmas break came. I took Jay home with me. Fortunately, my parents had been comfortable about my sexuality since I was in high school. They welcomed him like he was family. But it was hard on Jay, being away from his family at a major holiday for the first time. I tried to get him to call his parents on Christmas, but he refused. I felt bad for him. Although our relationship the next and final semester of Jay's career at law school was great, the insecurity concerning what was going to happen to us at the end of the semester loomed. We tried to remain optimistic as Jay interviewed not only with law firms in other cities but with all the law firms in our town for associate positions. So far, he had received offers from two law firms in cities 500 and 700 miles away, respectively. But rejections had started coming in from the firms in our town. It seemed my second serious relationship was about to end exactly like my first had ended exactly six years before. When the final one arrived, we were both crushed. My worst fears had come true. I started bawling uncontrollably. "I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it," I said. Jay didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he spoke. "Lance," was all he got out before he broke down. We held each other and bawled for a long, long time. Finally, I looked up at him and started laughing. "Look at us," I said. "We've had the greatest love affair either of us will probably ever experience and yet, we're ungrateful. Few in the world will ever be as fortunate as we are." "I know," he said. "But God damn it, I don't want it to end!" "I don't either, Babe," I said. "But you were the one who told me a year and a half ago to take a chance because even though this very thing might happen, if I didn't take the chance, I might miss out on something great. "Well, you were right. We've got to accept the pain, but it won't be anything like the great memory of what we had." He just smiled at me and kissed me. "Yeah," he said, "you're right." Graduation day came in a few weeks. Jay was not going to invite his family. He told me again that I was his family, and I was the only one he wanted to come. But I couldn't stand seeing someone in his family not come if they wanted to be there. So, even though I knew I probably shouldn't do it, I went to see his mother. I introduced myself and told her when the graduation was. I was honest and told her how Jay felt, but I told her if she or anyone wanted to come, I thought they should, and I'd take responsibility. But I added that they should be prepared to be snubbed by Jay after the ceremony, if I couldn't handle him. Jay's mother said she'd try to be there, but she'd probably be the only one. The day of the ceremony, I met his mother and took her to her seat next to me. Jay sat with the other graduates. When he walked across the stage to pick up his diploma, he looked out toward me to smile. He spied his mother, and his smile turned to a shock and then to a frown. When he went off the stage, instead of going back to his seat with the rest of the graduates, he walked toward the exit. I ran to catch him. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he asked me. "I called her and told her to come with anyone else in your family who wanted to," I said. "How could you, after what they did to me?" he asked. "Jay, they're you family, for God's sake," I told him. "They deserted me!" he said. "You're my family now. I told you that." "Jay, let's get real," I said. "Yes, they deserted you a year ago. But now your mother is trying to find her way back to you. "That should mean something to you. She's your fucking mother! "And as for me, I love you, you know that. And, fine, I'm your family. But in a few weeks, you're flying 500 miles away to take a job that you're going to be working at 6½ days a week. "Just when do you think we're ever going to see each other again? But you'll be seeing your mother for the rest of your life. That's just the way it fucking is!" Jay started sobbing in my arms. Suddenly, someone tapped lightly on my right shoulder. "Is everything OK," Jay's mother asked. "Oh, Mom," Jay said, as he continued to sob and moved from my shoulders to his mother's. I got tears in my eyes watching the two of them. I started to walk away to let them have a moment to themselves. "Don't you walk away, young man," his mother said. "You come over here." She put her arms around both of us, and the three of us had a good cry. She took us out to dinner. She thanked me for getting them back together. Jay thanked me too, at the same time jokingly telling me that I should have stayed out of his business. She also said she thought it was sad that Jay was moving so far away, and that it meant we wouldn't be seeing each other anymore. Jay and I kept quiet when she said that. She caught on what the silence meant. "No," she said. "I'm being honest. Throughout Jay's second year in law school, I kept telling his father that he seemed happier than he had ever been before. I suspected something was going on, but I had no idea what it could be. "For a while I thought it might be that he was getting very excited with something he was studying, but I didn't really think it was that because he had never been very excited about school in the past. Then, I thought it might be a girl, but usually he tells us about girls pretty quickly. "So, I didn't know what it was until last summer when he finally told us. But no matter how else we felt, we couldn't deny the fact that he was so happy these past two years and that you, Lance, are the reason for that." "And just how DO you feel about my being gay, Mom?" Jay asked. "Let's not get into that now, Jay, not now," I said. "It's not important." "It IS important!" he said. "OK," his mother said. "I love you, and whatever you do, I'll always love you, whether we can see each other or not. I want you to be happy, Jay, and I'll welcome anyone who makes you happy, just like I do Lance. "As for judging you, I'm not going to do that, at least I'll do the best I can to keep from doing that, because I believe judging is to be left to a higher power. "However, if you want me to be totally honest, yes, I would prefer it if you could be happy with a woman rather than a man. That's the way I was raised. I can't help the way I was raised, Jay. "I believe if you think about everything I've just said, you'll have to agree that I'm going a long way to be fair about everything and to accept things the way they are--a lot fairer than I was brought up to be. It's about as far as I can go, Jay. I just hope for our sake that it's far enough." After a few seconds of silence, I jumped in. "Counselor," I said, somewhat jocularly, "I think that's a great settlement plan. I don't think you'll be able to negotiate a better one." "You can be such a bitch . . . uh, sorry, Mom," Jay said, and all three of us laughed. "That sounds great, Mom," Jay said. "Now how's everyone else?" "In general, everyone's fine," she said. "As for this situation, your Dad's still pretty upset, Jay. I don't know about everyone else. They'll probably come around as they're all younger. "But I'm not sure about your Dad. He's pretty set in his ways. By the way, how did you get through your third year?" "Don't worry, Mom," Jay said. "It's all taken care of." "I can pay you back a little at a time," she said. "No, absolutely not," he said. "Dad would find out and you'd get into trouble. No way. I got it covered." The dinner ended a few minutes later. Jay took his Mom to her hotel while I drove back to the apartment. He arrived back home about an hour later. "You're going to get soooooooooo lucky tonight, Babe," he said. "I'm sorry, Jay," I said. "Not tonight. I just can't." "I know, Lance," he said. "It's getting really tough now." "Yeah," he said. We stripped and lay in each other's arms all night, never going to sleep. Jay met his mother at her hotel the next morning and drove her to the airport. Then he drove back to the apartment. "Mom wanted me to tell you again how much she appreciated everything," he said when he got back to the apartment. "No problem, Dude," I said, with as big a smile on my face as I could manage. "Still morose, Babe?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said. "You're leaving this fucking place in a few days, but I have to stay here for another fucking year and see your face every place I go. Not just here in the apartment, but in every classroom, the halls, the commons area, the library. "I don't think I can stand it, Jay." I broke down and bawled in his arms. "Shhhhhhhhhh," he said. "What am I going to do with you? Hey, if you want, I'll just find some job here for a year till you get through school." "No, absolutely not," I said. "That wouldn't be fair to you, Babe. That would be totally selfish. I'd never forgive myself. "And I couldn't enjoy you here like that anyway, coming home to me every night after working a job way beneath you. No way." "OK, OK," he said. "Then let's just try to enjoy the last couple of days we have the best we can. How about we get out of town?" "That's not a bad idea. But no. I want to stay here, where it all started. Give me a couple of hours to compose myself, and I'll be ready to party till you have to go." "Great, Babe," he said. "I'll go do a little shopping and be back soon." Jay left to get a little food and drinks. When he got back, I had psyched myself up to spend a few days with my lover acting as if we had just met, not as if we were about to part. I had put my leathers on, lit some candles, and was waiting for my man. "That's what I wanted to see," he said when he saw me lying in his bed. "Right, Babe," he said. "All yours, and no more tears." The last couple of days together were just like the first few: part tender, part raw and animal. It was glorious. It was fantastic. One minute we were hungry for each other. The next minute, we were spent. Our last dinner and night together were intensely romantic. The details are too intimate to make public. Some things in life are just too personal to disclose. As we were going to bed that last night, and we were holding each other, I said, "Jay, I want to ask you something." "What, Babe?" he replied. "Please don't hate me," I said, "but I don't want you to call me or write me any letters after you leave tomorrow. "I don't think I could stand it. I did that with my first boyfriend in high school, and I think it just made it worse." Jay remained silent. Then I thought I heard him crying a little. "I knew that might upset you, Baby," I said. "Please don't think it means I love you less than you thought I did. "On the contrary, it means the exact opposite. I can't stand to draw it out. It's just too painful." Then I was the one who started to cry. "Shhhhh. OK, OK, Lance," he said. "I understand. It's fine. Shhhhh." The next day I helped Jay pack and load his car. He had already rented an apartment in the city he was moving to. He took only everything he could fit into his car and left everything else for me, which wasn't much. He didn't know it, but I had packed a surprise for him: a little box containing my red boxer shorts and my tit clamps with a note saying: "Just so you know I won't be using these with anyone else. "Love Always, Lance". He left about 10 a.m. We hugged each other tight and gave each other a long passionate kiss. "I love you, Lance Dawson," he said, as he broke away resentfully and walked toward the door. "I love you, too, Jay Williams," I replied, choking back my tears. "And I always will," I then muttered to myself under my breath. He walked down the steps, got into the car, and drove to the end of the parking lot. As he exited the parking lot, he turned and looked at me. He waved. I waved back, and I thought to myself, "I just hope the son-of-a-bitch you find next deserves you. I know I didn't." I turned around and saw a box he forgot to take. "Oh shit!" I thought. "He forgot this box. Now I'll have to send it to him, and I don't even know how to get in touch with him." Then I remembered the name of the law firm where he was going to work, so I'd be able to get his address from them. I opened it to see what was inside. There were all his leathers with a note on top that read: "Just so you know I won't be using these with anyone else. "Love Always, Jay". That did it. I broke down and bawled for what seemed like hours. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower cast "L", not a "1".