Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2024 23:19:55 -0500 (EST) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lance's Story Chapter 4 It was August 2004. I had just turned 24 the prior month and was about to start the last year of law school. The summer had gone by slowly. I had worked as an intern at a law firm in town, but I missed Jay so much that I had trouble concentrating on my work. Now it was my turn to interview for a new roommate. After a couple of duds had come by to apply for the room, a first-year student, Matthew "Matt" Sloan, knocked on the door. I opened it. Shit! Standing before me was another stunning blue-eyed blond. Be still my beating heart! Naturally, I was too weak not to let him in. Matt was huge: tall, 6'5", a linebacker in college, hands that could crush a basketball, and size 15 feet. But he was as lean as hell, too, which was great because I hate a man with a belly. I was dying to see what he had in his pants. My gaydar wasn't working too well. That was frustrating, but it made it a little more challenging. After talking for a while, we decided we were fairly compatible, so I offered him the room. He accepted, almost too quickly. I helped him move his things into the apartment right away. He didn't have too much. When we were done, I offered him another beer. We talked some more, mostly about law school. Naturally, he wanted to get as much info as possible, since I was starting my third year, and he was just beginning. It was great for my ego to be in that position. The first few weeks started out well. Fortunately, Matt didn't have Professor Martin for Torts, so we didn't have that problem to worry about. Although he wasn't the brightest guy, he wasn't going to be one of the one in three law students who flunked out at the end of the first year, either. I was determined to make sure that didn't happen. So, I gave him a lot of help at the beginning. Matt really appreciated all my help. He also seemed quite impressed that I took such good care of myself by going to the gym almost every day. He really didn't need to go to the gym, judging from the way he looked without his shirt on. Damn, his pecs and abs were fantastic! And his nipples were perfectly placed and slightly longer than normal, which was a big fucking turn on. But he really didn't have the time to go to the gym anyway. He needed the time to study. To help Matt out, I did most of the things around the apartment, such as cooking, washing, and cleaning, including washing his laundry and tidying up his room, just as Jay had done for me. He really appreciated it. A couple of times, I think he caught me sniffing his shorts, socks, and jock straps, as I picked them up to put them in the wash, but I wasn't sure. I got red-faced when I thought he did. Matt was not shy about his body. He walked around the apartment a lot without his shirt on. I didn't want to appear to be a prude, so I started doing the same thing. I certainly didn't have anything to be ashamed of. I noticed that he looked at me from time to time, but it certainly didn't look like anything more than what one straight guy does when he checks out another straight guy just to see how his muscles compare to his. Then Matt started getting a little braver and went around the apartment in just his boxers and eventually in just his briefs. And his briefs showed that his big feet didn't lie. The boy was definitely hung, and he was quite proud to let people know it. It made me chuckle since I knew what I had in my pants compared quite favorably to what he had in his. What's more, I knew he didn't expect that in the least. But just to tease him, I played along and made it obvious when I checked out his package whenever he presented it for me to check out. Finally, Matt went "all the way," so to speak. What I mean is that he started walking around nude in the apartment at various times. It started out rather "innocently." For example, he'd turn on the shower to let it get hot. Then he'd go into his bedroom to undress. Then he'd walk nude back to the bathroom and got into the shower, frequently leaving the door to the bathroom open so I could watch him take a shower. Then Matt got bolder. Once I had just brought the laundry up from the dryer. Matt walked up to me stark naked, with his 10½" hard on, and smiled. "Dude!" he said. "I'm out of briefs. You got any of mine there?" I couldn't resist. "Dude!" I answered him, appearing totally impressed. "You really don't think you're going to get that thing into your briefs, do you? How fucking big is it, anyway?" "Ten and a half, Bud," he said, beaming. "You're probably right. Let me have some boxers." I reached into the laundry basket and found some of his boxers but purposely continued to stare at his cock, as if I'd never before in my life seen anything as big as it. He smiled broadly. As he turned away, I started to snicker. He turned back around quickly. "Did you say something, guy?" he asked. I lost my smirk and acted like I was coughing. "Sorry, no, got something in my throat," I said. "Oh, OK," he answered. He smiled and then turned around and left. I let Matt go on with his exhibitionism, and I continued to care for him and help him get acclimated to law school. He was basically a really nice guy. He wasn't conceited, just a typical jock. He did whatever he could for me, too. For example, he was really protective of me at school. It was cute. Just like a jock. If he thought someone might be bothering me, he'd walk up and ask me whether there was a problem. There never was, but it was cute that he wanted to protect me. I thought about telling him he didn't need to be so protective, but I knew it would crush him, and it was his way of showing his appreciation. So, I left it alone. Then, it happened. About a month and a half into the semester, one night after dinner, I had just finished cleaning up the dishes and had opened my books to start studying on the dining room table. Matt had already started studying on the couch. We were both in our usual study places. He looked up from his books and over at me. "Dude?" he asked me, in his usual questioning tone of voice. "Yeah?" I replied. "What's up?" "Can I ask you a question?" he said. "Sure," I said. "You won't be offended?" he asked. I thought to myself, "Oh, God? What's coming now?" "No, Matt," I said. "I just hope the answer doesn't offend you," I added, as I chuckled to myself. "Yeah. Good one, Dude," he said. It occurred to me how "high school" that response sounded, but maybe he was just nervous, "OK. Well, dude," he asked, "are you gay?" A little out of the blue perhaps, but not totally unexpected. Sooner or later, I thought he'd probably get around to it. "Well, Matt, maybe you should go first," I said. "Now that's not fair," he said. "You said you'd answer me." "OK, you're right," I said. "I did. But before I answer--and I promise I will, counselor--let me ask you what are the reasons that make you think I may be gay?" I added, a little facetiously. "OK, that's fair," he admitted. "Well, first, I remember how you checked me out the first time we met." I thought to myself, "Jesus Christ: déjà vu all over again!" "Second," he continued, "I think I've seen you sniffing my shorts and socks and jock straps when you pick them up to put them in the laundry." SO, the little shit DID see me! "And third," he said, "you seem to be checking me out whenever I walk around here without my clothes on." Now that's not fair! The little shit had been setting me up! "OK, counselor," I said, "let's examine the three points of your argument, shall we?" I responded, as only a law student or attorney can do. Matt smiled at me broadly, enjoying listening to and envying my third-year law school arguing technique. "First," I said, "you're an ex-college football player. You're huge--and I'm not talking just about what's in your pants but about your body. Doesn't everyone you've ever met stare at you the first time they meet you up close? "Second, your room is a fucking mess. I can't tell whether anything is clean or dirty because you keep everything on the floor. "The only way I can tell whether anything is clean is to smell it. Besides, every guy I've ever known smells clothes to decide whether they need to be washed. "Third, as to checking you out: it's not like I'm a peeping Tom or anything. You're a fucking exhibitionist! You walk around the apartment all the time without your shirt on, and you're built like a weightlifter. "Everyone looks at guys that are built like you are--men and women alike. And lately you've been walking around nude--even when you're boned. "Even men look at other men when they're boned. That's natural. Now, counselor, any reponse?" Matt got red. "Hey, man, I didn't mean to offend you." "You didn't," I answered Matt quickly and with a smile. "Now, I'm waiting for a legal argument responding to my three points, Dude. Give it to me." I was really thinking about something else I wanted him to give me at that moment, but I certainly didn't dare say it. "Uh, OK, dude," he said. "Let's see. First, you're right. Everyone does look at me like you did--at first. "But you kept looking at me like that for the entire time we talked, which was nearly two hours. I felt like you were hungry for me. "Second, yes, Dude. I know guys smell clothes to decide whether to wash them. But I've never known anyone to smell another guy's clothes to decide whether to wash them. "Also, there were times when I saw you sniff my shorts and socks, and it sounded like you were making soft humming or moaning sounds, like you were really getting into it. And it seemed like you took a little longer than you really needed to decide whether they smelled or not. "And third, you're right, Dude. I enjoy showing off my body. I always have. And I admit I was also testing your reaction, Dude. "And I noticed that when I started taking off my shirt, you did too. It made me think that maybe you wanted me to notice your body, too. "Then when I started walking around nude, you didn't just take a quick look like most guys. You couldn't keep your eyes off of me. "And you didn't look just like you wanted me but like you needed me, too--like you needed me fucking bad, Dude. And I'm not being conceited. "I know that look. I've seen it in guys' eyes before. Lots of time. A college football player does attract his share of attention from gay men who want to be with him." I smiled broadly at Matt. I loved it when he used the word "Dude" all the time. He was such a jock. It was so cute. It made him so attractive. And he was right. I did want him. In fact, at that moment, I fucking needed him, too. "Well, well, counselor," I said. "I think we have the makings of a true attorney in there somewhere," I said. "A little rough yet, but it's definitely there. "You stated your three premises, and then you responded with your own set of facts in the face of facts presented to you. You showed that you know how to frame the facts to the advantage of your client. Bravo!" Matt smiled, pleased at my compliment. "Now, Babe," I said, "I'm going to get a beer. Want one?" I rose and started toward the kitchen. "Not so fucking fast, Dude" Matt countered. "I may be a jock football player, but I'm not stupid. We're not done here." "Yeah, you're definitely going to be a good attorney someday," I said with a grin on my face. "So?" Matt said, refusing to let me off the hook for one more second. "Yeah, Matt," I said, "I'm gay. Is that going to be a problem for you?" "No, no problem here, Dude," he said. "It's just good to know finally that there are two of us living here." "You gotta be shitting me!" I said rather shocked. "A big strapping football player like you? I mean, don't get me wrong. "I know gays are everywhere. It's just that you never showed any real signs." "Except that I've been trying to turn your ass on for nearly two months, bitch," he countered with a huge smile. "Yeah," I said, as my face reddened, "except for that." "So, what are we going to do about it?" he asked me. "Well, what did you have in mind?" I asked him in return. "Well, Dude," he said, "I've been after your ass since basically the day I met you. It's sort of your move." "Well, DUDE" I said, mockingly, as he grinned, "I just got out of a very serious relationship, Matt. I'm not ready for anything heavy. "God knows I need to get off with another man--bad. And God knows I nearly creamed the moment I first saw you, and I've been dreaming about being with you ever since. "But I can't get attached--not now, and probably not for the rest of the year. I just don't think I could bear to leave someone at the end of the school year again, and that's almost certainly going to happen if we hook up." "That's cool, Dude," he said. "I'm into recreational sex for the rest of the year. Even an exclusive friendship, not a relationship per se, and with no expectations. What do you say?" "OK," I said, "but on one condition: if either of us starts to feel like he's getting too close, he can tell the other one he has to stop, and there'll be no hard feelings, and we can resume being good roommates till the end of the year. OK?" "K, Dude," he said. "Now let's inaugurate our new relationship in your bed." "Why my bed?" I asked. "Because it's the biggest," he answered, "and I like a lot of room when I have recreational sex." "I can see you're a nasty bitch in bed," I said. "That's what I like, and it's exactly what I need at the moment. "OK, you go take off your clothes and get in my bed. I'll get us a few beers and be right in." Matt got up and ran to my bedroom like he hadn't had sex in years. I knew he would get undressed and jerk on his cock to get his 10½"er erect for me. But I had a "big" surprise for him, something he didn't expect, something he'd never seen before. I'd kept it "under wraps," so to speak, just so I could see the look on his face if a moment like this ever "came up." I went into the kitchen and stripped. I got my cock erect to it full 12½" as quickly as I could. Then I pulled two beers out of the fridge. I walked toward my bedroom as my cock waved freely in the air. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Matt said, as I entered my bedroom, and he got a full view of my weapon for the first time. "What?" I said, acting as innocently as I could. "Your cock!" he shouted. "What about my cock?" I asked, trying to sound as innocent as I could. "It's huge!!" he screamed. "Yeah, so?" I said, as I smiled broadly. "How big is it?" he asked incredulously. "Nine inches soft, 12½" hard." "My God, Dude!" he exclaimed. "Not enough for you, Babe?" I said, tongue in cheek. "But Dude, I'm a top!" he said, as his jaw dropped. "Not in my bed, Dude," I said. "But Lance," he said, almost incoherently. "Yeah, Matt?" I asked him. "It's so big!" he exclaimed. "Yeah. I was born this way," I said, laughing. He giggled. "Lance, I've never been fucked before," he said, plaintively. Game, set, and match. "I sort of figured that, Matt," I said. "The question is whether you want to be fucked now?" "I'm not sure, Lance," he answered. "Well, I don't fuck someone till they're sure, Babe," I said. "Maybe we should just hold each other, make out, and get to know each other tonight. "You think it over, and we'll talk about it tomorrow or whenever." "OK, Lance," he said. "I think I'd like that." Matt and I kissed. I went to his long nipples and pinched and sucked on them. "Oh, fuck. You know how to do that, Dude," he said. "Thanks, Babe," I said. "Lots of practice." I licked slowly up his chest with my hot, moist tongue, up to his neck, then to his ear, then behind his ear. I blew in his ear and told him how beautiful his body was. I kissed his eyelids. He swooned. I rested my hot body on his big chest. After a few minutes, he rolled me over and did everything to me that I had done to him. He wasn't bad. He asked me how he had done. "Good, Baby, real good," I said. When he stopped, I rolled him back over, moved slowly down his body, and stuck my tongue in his navel. He moaned. Then I started my way slowly down his chest with my tongue. He knew where I was headed. "Oh, fuck, Lance. You're not going to . . ." "Oh yes I am, Baby," I said. "Oh yes I am." I slowly made my way down to the tip of his now erect 10½" cock. I softly pushed back the foreskin and licked the head of his cock. "You've been showing this off to me for weeks, stud," I said. "Now I get to show you how much I've appreciated the show." I lightly flicked my tongue on his cock. "Oooooh, Duuuuuuuuuude," was all Matt could manage, as he moaned lightly. This time when he said "Duuuuuuuuuude," I got REALLY turned on. Slowly I started tracing the tip of my tongue up and down the sides of Matt's monster cock. He groaned with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Lance. No one's ever done that so well before." I remained silent. Finally, I reached his large balls. I took first one, then the other of his balls gently into my hot, moist mouth and sucked on them, first gently, then a little more firmly, sending my roommate into a state of euphoria he'd never experienced before. "Damn, Babe. That's incredible!" he said. "That's nothing, Baby. Just give me a few seconds. I think you'll really like what's coming up next," I said. In a few seconds, I finished with his balls. Then I slowly licked my way up under the shaft of his turgid cock to the tip of his cock. Then, with one gulp, I slowly took his entire cock down my throat. "Oh, my God, Lance. No one has ever gotten my whole cock down his throat before." "Aren't you glad you met me then?" I said with a deep evil laugh. "Oh, fuck!" he said. "I told you, not tonight, bitch!" We both laughed. I shoved his cock all the way in and out of my throat again. I deep throated him for about ten minutes. He groaned and moaned. After a while, he got so turned on that he started bucking. Then he started fucking my face violently like only a horny jock can do. Finally, he was getting close. "I'm about to cum, Lance," he shrieked. "Uh huh," I mumbled, his cock still buried deep down my throat. "Take it out, Lance," he said. "I'm cumming," he gasped. "Uh huh," I said, as I held on to his cock tight and kept it all the way down my throat. "Oh, fuck!" he said as he violently released his whole load directly into my stomach. It seemed like he'd never stop. I looked up at him, and his eyes were open as wide as saucers in complete disbelief. I gave him a wink, and it turned him on so much he shot a few more ropes. Finally, he was done, and his cock began to get soft. I let it fall gently out of my mouth. "You are one incredible fucker, Dude," he said. "Thanks, Babe," I said. "So, you think you want to spend the night in my bed tonight, or have you got a better offer?" He laughed. "Shit!" he said. "I never had a better offer anywhere else any other time in my whole fucking life." "Glad to hear it," I said. "Wait, Dude," he said. "We haven't taken care of you, yet." "No problem," I answered. "I'm older than you are, and you're a healthy jock, anyway. "It's much more important to keep you satisfied. You need it a lot more than I do." "Bullshit, bitch!" he said. "With a cock like that, you need it at least as much as I do. And if I don't keep you satisfied, you'll be stepping out on me sure as hell." "No, Babe," I said. "I promise I won't. Not unless I tell you first. "And I always keep my promises. Will you make the same promise to me?" "Yes," he said. "Absolutely. I promise." "Keep that promise, Babe," I said very seriously. "It'll kill me if you don't. "Even if we don't get into a heavy relationship, it'll kill me if we agree to be exclusive and then you step out on me. "Just let me know first that it's over, and then you're free. Please. I'm in too fragile a condition right now. OK?" "OK, OK," he said. "I won't hurt you. I promise." "Tell me now if you can't, and let's stop," I said with tears in my eyes. "Hey," Matt said, as he pulled me close to him in his strong arms. "It's OK. I promise. Don't get upset. I'll take care of you. "I wish I could find the son-of-a-bitch that did this to you and made you feel this way. I swear I'd kill him." "No, Babe," I said. "It wasn't anything like that. "I loved him very much, and he loved me. We just had to break up because he had to move away. "We tried everything we could to work it out so he didn't have to leave, but we couldn't. It's just one of those things. "It's just still a little too soon for me to be totally over him. I'm just so glad you're here, Matt." "Me, too, Lance," he said. "Let's go to sleep." "It's funny, Matt," I said. "My last love was a little guy, a gymnast, so I always held him in my arms. "But now I've got you, a much bigger guy than I am. I need your big strong arms around me. I need to fall into your huge strong warm chest and feel you protecting me. "I've always been the dominant one in my relationships, the protector, all my life. Now this once I feel like I need to be the submissive one, the protected one. Can you do that for me, Matt?" "Sure, Babe, sure," he said enthusiastically. "Just turn facing away from me, and let me put my arms around you, and let's go to sleep." So, that's what we did. And I got the best night's sleep I'd had since Jay and I said goodbye. The next morning when I awoke, Matt still had his powerful arms around me. I felt so secure, but I was horny as hell, too. "Wake up sleepy head," I told him. "Uh, what time is it?" he asked. "About 6," I said. "Too early," he said. "Not when you're horny," I said. "Fuck you!" he said. "No, fuck you!" I said. "What?" he asked. "I said, `Fuck you!', that is, unless you're still too afraid of having a big fat cock up your ass, big jock college football player." I knew that challenging him wasn't really fair, but this was "love," so to speak, so who cared about what was fair. "OK, bitch. If you think you're man enough for this big ass jock football player, then you can have me. But I warn you, I'm a handful in bed." "Oooooooooo, I'm soooooooooo scared," I said smiling. "But let me warn you, Dude. No matter how gentle I try to be, you've got a virgin ass. "I'll try to warm you up and stretch you out as much as I can, but you're still going to have 12½ thick inches pumping in and out of that tight hot ass, and it's going to hurt." "OOOOOOOOOO, I'm SOOOOOOOOOO scared," he said, mocking me. "Alright, just one last thing," I said. "Once I start, I don't stop. No matter how much you beg or scream, I don't stop till it's over. Agreed?" He hesitated for a few seconds. "OK, I agree," he responded. "Fine," I said. "Let's go, bitch." "Bitch, huh?" he asked. "That's right!" I said. "In a few minutes, you'll be my bitch forever." "Yeah," he said. "I kind of like that. I've never been anyone's bitch before. Ha ha." I turned him over on his stomach, pulled his firm cheeks apart and rimmed him good. "Oh fuck!" he said. "That feels sooooo good." "I'll just bet." My tongue went far up his asshole. "Damn you do that well, Dude," he said. "The better to fuck you, Babe," I told him, smiling. "Slut!" he muttered. I reached into the dresser drawer and got out the lube. He hardly heard me. I lubed up my fingers. I stuck one slowly up his ass. "Oooooooooo, that's cold, Dude," he said. "Sorry," I said. "It'll warm up in a second." "Oh, feels nice," he said. A second finger went up. Scissoring action started. "Mmmmmm. Wow," he said. "Like that?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "That's good." "Let's try a third one," I said. Up went a third. I twisted them a little. "Geez!" he said. Up went the fourth. "God, Dude. That's a lot," he said. "Babe that's just four fingers," I said. "My cock's over twice that big." "Guess I'd better relax, then," he said. "A lot more's to come yet, huh?" he giggled. "Yeah, my little bitch," I said, "but I'll try to be careful--at least at first." We both laughed. I knew it would be difficult for me to be too careful. These athlete's cherries were just too much fun to pop. Tight assholes drive me fucking crazy. Once I got into them, I turned into a nasty whore. Keeping under control was all but impossible. "OK, Babe," I said. "That's about all I can do to stretch you out and prepare you. This is your last chance to change your mind. "You've been fucking assholes for a long time, so you know what it's all about from the perspective of a top. But you've never been a bottom, so pay attention while I tell you how I fuck. "I'm going to lube up my cock now and place it at the entrance to your asshole. Then I'll push the head of my cock just inside and wait awhile till you get used to it before I start slowly shoving more and more in while you continue to handle it. "Finally, I'll get you to take it all. Then, I'll fuck the shit out of you, Babe. "This is it, Matt. Once I shove the head of my cock in, there's no turning back. No matter what you say, I won't stop. "If you struggle enough to break my grip, we're through--for good. I mean it. So, do we go on, or do we stop?" Matt paused for just a few seconds to think it over. Finally, he spoke. "Dude," he replied. "I've never wanted to admit this to anyone in my life, but I've always wanted to get fucked by a huge cock like yours. Please fuck the shit out of me. "Keep fucking me no matter what I do or say. I may beg you to stop. If I do, don't. I may scream. If I do, ignore me. "In both cases, I may just be having fun. If I do break your grip, and I immediately ask you to continue, please do so. "It won't mean I tried to get you to stop. It'll just mean I was trying to have some fun. "I'm a competitive guy, Babe. I like being a tease. "If I truly want you to stop, I'll get out of bed. Please let me have some fun with this, OK?" I smiled at him. "OK, Babe," I told him. "I understand. "That's no problem. I'll go along with that. Let's compromise. "In response to your competitiveness, so I can have fun with it too, I'll talk really nasty to you, that is, call you all sorts of nasty names. "Don't be insulted. It'll just make it more intense for me. OK?" "Oooooooooo, yeah," he said. "I like that, you mother fucker." "Exactly," I said. "Now get on all fours, you bitch, and call me DADDY. And I'm very very serious about that Matt. "It's a sign of respect, and it really turns me on. Starting immediately, you will respect both me and my big fat COCK. Got it?" "Yes, DADDY," he responded, with a big smile on his face. "That's it, my little bitch," I said, knowing that smile wasn't going to last long. Matt got on all fours, and I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of his asshole. "Feel a little cold, slut?" I asked. He jerked forward. I smiled, not expecting it. My little slut was playing games already. I put my hands on his waist and jerked him back. "Get back here you bitch," I said, giggling. "Yes, DADDY," he said, giggling. "Is this what you want?" I shoved the head of my cock inside his asshole. "Oh my God," he said. "Oh my God what?" I said. "Oh my God it hurts," he said. "Oh my God it hurts what, fucker?" I said a little louder. "Oh! Oh my God it hurts, DADDY," he said, a little sheepishly. "Better, bitch," I said. "Here's some more." He recoiled, and my cock fell out completely. "You know, bitch," I said, "that means I've got to start over. And every time I start over, I've got to put my cock through the sphincter muscle again, and that's what hurts the most. Is that what you want, you stupid slut?" "No, DADDY," he said, "but I can't help it." "Suit yourself," I said. "But I suggest you try harder." "OK, I will DADDY," he said. "Now back up so I can try again," I ordered him. "OK," he said. "Here DADDY." He moved back to me. I forcefully shoved my cock back up his ass and in about 4". "Sorry bitch," I said, in truth not the least bit sorry. "I shoved it back in to all the way where it was when you removed it. I thought we shouldn't waste any time getting it acclimated again." "OK, DADDY," Matt said as he groaned. I could tell he was uncomfortable. He wasn't acting. "Here's some more, bitch," I said. I shoved in about 4" more. I knew it was too much all at once. I was being nasty, but he wanted to play. So, I decided, "Let's play." "Oh, fucking shit!" he screamed. He jerked forward. This time I knew it wasn't on purpose. "That's being a bad little boy again," I told him. "How much is in now, DADDY?" he asked. "Well, until you jerked forward that time, you stupid slut, I had more than half in. But now it's a little less than half." "Oh, my God, DADDY!" he said. "It feels already like no more can go in." "Well, bitch," I said, "do the men you fuck take all of your cock?" "Oh yes, DADDY." "Then you ought to be able to take at least about 5" more of mine, right?" I said. "Jesus Christ, DADDY!" he responded. I laughed a deep, naughty laugh. "Please don't be mean to me, DADDY," he asked me. "Can't stop myself, my little whore," I said. "You know you want it, don't you?" "Not anymore, DADDY," he answered. I wasn't sure whether he was kidding or telling the truth. But, of course, it didn't matter. He was going to be fucked now, whether he liked it or not. "That's tough shit, bitch. You're taking all 12½". Then I'm going to fuck you like a cheap slut," I responded, with a decidedly evil laugh. "Oh, my God!" he said. "I'm not kidding, Lance. It's getting really bad." "I know, Matt. But everyone says that. Just relax, Baby. "When it's over, you'll thank me. You'll see. Work through the pain, just like you did when you played football. "Do it for me if you have to. I don't mean for my sexual pleasure, either. "I mean for our friendship. Do you want me to lighten up on the nastiness?" "No," he said. "That's OK, go on. Let's continue just the way we were going. It hurts, but I like it." "OK, bitch," I said. "Here's some more cock." I shoved in 3" more. "Oooooooooo," he swooned. "And here's the rest" I said. I shoved in the rest. My big fat tennis ball sized balls slapped against his, and my bush felt his butt. "Wow, DADDY," he said. "It's all in, isn't it?" "Yep, you nasty whore," I said. "You took it all. Now it's time to fuck you." "Oh my God," he said. "I don't think I can take that." "What?" I asked him "DADDY! I mean," he said. "That's it, bitch," I said. I started fucking him anyway, totally ignoring what he said, slowly at first till he got used to it, but then I started pounding him harder. "You're really a tight mother fucker, you know that?" I said. "Exactly how tight, DADDY?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean, how does my ass compare to the other virgin male pussies you've fucked, DADDY?" he asked. "You're definitely, and I'm being honest, Babe, one of the tightest," I told him. "Not THE tightest, DADDY?" he asked me. "Babe, you're tight as hell," I said, as I kept fucking the shit out of his tight little hole. "The only reason I've had a couple of tighter assholes is because I've had a couple of smaller athletes. "I wish you hadn't asked me that, especially now," I said, as I continued to fuck him, "but I'll always be honest with you. "Athletes always have the best asses because they have the best muscular control," I said, "so I've had a couple of other tighter assholes only because I've had a couple of smaller athletes. Does that satisfy your curiosity, bitch?" "Yes, DADDY," he said. "Now stop wasting time answering my questions and fuck me! Fuck me!!" "You bitch!" I said, laughing. I tossed him over on his back, threw his powerful heavy legs on my shoulders, and started fucking him again, all without taking my huge cock out of his tight pussy. As I got in deeper, he started complaining again. I started laughing. "Getting in a little deeper, huh?" I asked him. "Feeling it a little more then, bitch?" "Yeah, you whore!" he said. "Oh, you'll pay for that," I told him. "That's what I was hoping for, DADDY," he said as he giggled. That made me really start to pound him. He grimaced at first, but soon he started to get into it and was obviously beginning to enjoy it. He lowered his powerful legs from my shoulders and moved his large feet behind my ass. He started pulling me toward him with his heels on my ass in rhythm with my thrusts. "If you weren't so fucking tight, I'd swear you'd been a bottom before, you nasty bitch," I told him. "Just because I've always been a top, Dude, doesn't mean I haven't been paying attention to the bottoms I've fucked over the years," he said, with an evil grin. That did it. I started fucking ass like I'd never fucked ass before, which was exactly what he wanted. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he started to shoot cum all over himself. He looked at me very surprised. I smiled at him and winked while I kept fucking him. He kept cumming and couldn't believe it. He put his head back and closed his eyes after shooting a few ropes so he could enjoy the remainder of his intense orgasm. "Liked that, huh, my little bitch?" I asked him. "Oh, God! But how'd it happen? "I never touched it. And it never happened to anyone when I was fucking them." "That's because you don't know how to massage a prostate properly when you fuck someone." I kept plowing his ass till I was ready to come. I withdrew and went up to his mouth. "Open up and swallow my load!" I gruffly commanded him. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it. "This isn't an option, bitch," I said firmly. "Do it!" He opened up and took it all and swallowed. "That's a good boy, my little slut. Now kiss me, Matt." We kissed for a long time and then fell into each other's arms. After about a half hour I looked at him and asked, "Well, did you like it?" "Yes, Dude, I really did," he said. "I'm glad you pushed me to do it. "And I'm yours now whenever you like. I'd like to try to learn to deep throat you, too." "That's going to be difficult, Babe," I said. "No one's even been able to do that. I'm too big." "Well, I'd like to try," he said. "I love giving you pleasure. You do so much for me around here." "You do a lot for me too, Babe," I replied. "Don't think you don't." We got up and got dressed. I fixed him breakfast, and we drove to school. Over the next month, nothing much unusual happened. Things continued to go well, both at school and at home. As for school, I continued to help Matt with his first-year studies. At home, I continued to do all the domestic chores to give Matt the time he needed to study, and every night, Matt wrapped his big, strong arms around me when we slept together. Then, one evening when I arrived home from school, Matt gave me a really pleasant surprise. I had told Matt one day after the first day we had had sex that I wished I could see him sometime in his football uniform because jock uniforms really turned me on. So, on this particular day, when I arrived home after class, I walked through the door, and in the middle of the hall, Matt was standing dressed in his football uniform. Well, not exactly in the whole uniform. It was much sexier than that. He had on his shoulder pads covered with a short, cutoff jersey, a cup, high white athletic socks, and his cleats. I swooned, stared for a couple of seconds, and dropped my briefcase. I must have gone white and started breathing heavily. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" Matt said, as he started to run toward me. "Stop!" I ordered him. "Go get the lube. Now!" Confused, but willing to obey orders, he went into my bedroom, retrieved the lube, and ran back out to me. By that time, I had unzipped my suit pants, and had dropped them and my boxers to the floor. I still had on my suit coat, shirt and tie. I was all dressed up because I had participated in a moot court final that day. I had revealed a raging hard on. The head of my cock was fully extended out of my foreskin, something I don't think had ever happened before. So much precum had started coming out of my cock that it had started dripping onto the floor. "Lube me up then get down on your hands and knees, bitch!" I ordered Matt. There was still no smile on my face. I was too horny to smile. But Matt did as I had ordered. He was smiling. He obviously enjoyed immensely having this effect on me. He was in a way controlling me because he knew now that he could cause me to have sex with him whenever he wanted. I was controlling him at the same time because I could order him to have sex with me and to do exactly what I told him to do. So, the question was: who was really controlling whom? Or did it really matter? I shoved my cock up his ass and hit bottom in one stroke. Matt didn't flinch. He just moaned with delight. I started fucking him furiously. I talked to him with single words--no, single syllables--while at the same time I shoved my swollen cock up his ass and hit bottom with each stroke. I started out talking in a nasty, horny tone of voice, each syllable corresponding to an inward pelvic thrust. "You "fuck "-ing "bitch. "How "dare "you "fuck "-ing "turn "me "on "wear "ing "that "fuck "-ing "sex "-y "fuck "-ing "u "-ni "-form "and "get "my "fuck "-ing "cock "so "fuck "-ing "hard. "I'm "fuck "-ing "go "-ing "to "fuck "the "fuck "-ing "shit "out "of "your "fuck "-ing "ass "-hole "if "it "fuck "-ing "takes "all "fuck "-ing "night, "and "I "fuck "-ing "hope "it "fuck "-ing "does." Then I involuntarily switched to a calmer tone of voice. "Oh "fuck, "Matt, "you've "fuck "-ing "turned "me "on "so "fuck "-ing "much. "Thank "you! Then I started to cum. I shot rope after rope of a huge load up his ass. I was sooooo horny. I held on to his waist with my hands over his jock strap, surveying his shoulder pads, his short jersey, the straps of his jock over his two ass cheeks. I looked down at those sexy white socks and those black leather cleats. I was in fucking heaven. When I was finally done filling his ass with a huge load, I collapsed on the floor. "Oh my God, Matt," I said. "Oh my fucking God! I'm sorry I went so crazy. I practically raped you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. But when I saw you in that sexy football uniform, I went berserk. And then, you were so tight and so hot, and it was . . . I mean . . . you were so fucking hot . . . it was all so . . . I mean . . . it was all just . . . so incredible . . . just so fucking good! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I mean, I'm NOT sorry. I mean, I AM sorry. Fuck! I don't know what I mean. Shit! Your fucking hole was so hot . . . and so fucking tight. Oh my God! It was sooooo good, Babe. I can't . . . I don't know . . . You're still so fucking hot in that uniform. Damn! You gorgeous bitch. Fuck! Oh my God! I'm sorry . . . I . . . " "Shhhhh. It's OK, Dude," he said. "I can't believe I'm having such an effect on you. I'm very flattered. And for future reference, there's no way you can rape me." "Please forgive me, Matt," I said. "I don't know what to say. I've never ever been so turned on before. I felt so much like an animal. I feel so much like an animal still. It was so incredible. I mean, on the one hand, I am scared of who and what I was, and on the other hand, it was so fucking gooooooooood! I wish it had never stopped!! I wish I hadn't lost control, but it was incredible to lose control. I just can't explain it. It was soooooooooo incredible." Matt smiled. "Babe," he said, "as long as you're like that only when you're with me, you can be like that whenever you want and as often as you want!" "Thanks, Baby," I said. "I'll remember that." I winked and smiled at him, but I was still a little bit frightened by all that had just happened, even though I had just experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I went down to Matt who by this time was sitting on the floor next to me. "Just hold me tight and keep your sexy uniform on, Baby. Please!" He could sense my intense need for him to be close to me at that moment. "Yes, Babe," he said. "Come here." We lay down together, I in his arms, on the floor, with my pants and boxers still down around my ankles, my shoes still on, my suitcoat shirt and tie still on, and Matt with his uniform still on. After a few minutes, he asked me whether he should take off my clothes for me. "No, please, don't move, don't ever move. Please just hold me tight," I told him. "Shhhh, shhhh," he said. "It's OK, Lance. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Everything's OK," he said. It still felt a little unusual both wanting and needing to be in Matt's massive arms. But I couldn't deny how good and protected it made me feel, too. Unless you've been wrapped in the protective, strong, loving arms of a tall well-built muscular athlete in such a similar circumstance, you can't appreciate the feeling of complete security and safety I felt at that moment. And it was glorious, nearly as glorious as the incredible orgasm I'd experienced just a few minutes earlier. I soon got so used to being in Matt's arms that it became completely natural, and I began to crave it. Indeed, I became for the first time in my life the submissive partner in a relationship and was no longer the dominant one, except in one aspect: the sexual one. I was the top, and Matt was the bottom. That made the relationship somewhat unusual and would eventually cause some tension that would require attention. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower cast "L", not a "1".