Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2024 20:03:03 -0500 (EST) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lance's Story Chapter 6 We returned to school in early January to begin the second semester. I was already regretting the coming end of the semester, as it marked the almost certain conclusion of our relationship. But I promised myself I would try my best not to show that to Matt, though I knew I'd fail often throughout the semester to keep that promise. The semester started great. We were thrilled to see each other again after the Christmas break. I got him off to a good start for the second semester of his first year of law school. Also, as we had agreed, he resumed his role as the dominant one in our relationship, my protector, since the first semester had ended. Deep down, there was no question that we both liked it the best that way. The sex was great, too. He was so gorgeous. Of course, he knew it, too, and he teased me mercilessly. He wore the scanty football uniform occasionally, and it drove me fucking crazy every time. Once I surprised him and wore it, even though it was a little small on me. He laughed but had to admit it turned him on. I got out my leathers and wore them for him every so often. He'd never seen me in my leathers. He got hot as hell. But, as the days went by, I could see in his eyes that, even though what we did to enjoy each other was still fantastic, it wasn't enough for him anymore. He was a big horny jock who was used to being the dominant one in a sexual relationship. And he deserved and needed to be the dominant one as a sex partner, as well as every other way. Worse still, it was obvious he wanted to share that with me, the man he deeply loved. Nevertheless, he never ever said anything about it--not a word. He was patient beyond belief. He was too sweet to force me or even to ask me about it, fearing it might pressure me even the least little bit. Fortunately, by the time a couple of weeks in the second semester had passed, I was ready to take that step. I wanted it to be a really special night for us, something he would always remember. I had to think of a way to surprise him and to tantalize him so that it would be really sexy, but a little naughty, too, and at the same time sweet and romantic. It was a tall order. It may not have been the perfect plan for everyone, but I decided it would be just right for us. I told him one day as we left together for school that I wanted him to be home on time at 5 p.m. I said I was preparing a special dinner for just the two of us, to celebrate our return to school for the second semester. I asked him to buy a bottle of red wine on his way home. "Sure, Dude," he said. "Sounds great!" When he arrived home, he found a note from me on the table. It read: "Sorry, Babe. Dinner's off for tonight. My study group in my International Law course called an emergency meeting for this evening. I left a bite to eat in the fridge. "But first, a big package arrived in the mail for you before I left. I put it in your room. I took the outside packing off of it, but it's a big gift from someone. There was no return address. "Maybe there's a name on the inside. I'm dying to know what it is, but since it's for you, I didn't open it. Call me on my cell and let me know what it is. "See you later, "Love ya, Lance" After a few seconds, I heard him making his way back toward his bedroom. There on his bed was a huge box wrapped in white wrapping paper with a huge white bow on it. There were no markings or writing on it. Matt slowly opened the top of the box and looked inside. There I was, on all fours, my ass sticking high in the air, with my back arched. "Hi, Babe. What's up?" I said. "What the fuck's going on?" he said, with his eyes wide open. "Why don't you lift up this box and see?" I said. The box had no bottom, so Matt lifted it off me. He noticed two white post-it notes, one on each cheek of my ass. The one on my left cheek said: "This is your lucky night, Babe. My ass is all yours. Starting tonight, anytime you want, from now on." The one on my right cheek said: "But please be gentle, Babe. It's been a long, long time." Matt wasn't expecting it. I guess he had resigned himself to the situation the way it was and didn't expect me ever to let him fuck me. He moved around to my face, put his hand under my chin, gently lifted my face to his, and kissed me gently on my lips. I noticed he had a single tear running down his face from each of his eyes. "I love you, Lance Dawson. I love you so fucking much it hurts. But I've waited so long for this that it's not right like this anymore." Then he got up and ran out of the room. "Wait, Matt, wait!" I yelled as I ran after him. But by the time I had gotten up and made it to my bedroom door, I heard the apartment door slam shut behind him. I stood completely nude in the hall in shock for a few minutes. "What just happened?" I thought. "Did he reject me? Has he changed his mind about wanting to fuck me? "Does he need time alone to decide what to do? If I go to try to find him now, would it be the right or the wrong thing to do? Is he coming back? Has he left me? WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO, GOD DAMN IT?" "Jesus Christ!" I said out loud. "How did I fuck up this time? I guess I should have let him fuck me when I first wanted him to, or maybe never. "I just can't win. Fuck love! Fuck men! Fuck everything and everyone! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!" I noticed the bottle of red wine on the table Matt had bought and started drinking it. I drank the whole bottle. Then I started on the whiskey. I don't know how much of it I drank. I drank it till I passed out. "Lance, Lance, Lance!" I finally heard someone say. It was Matt, but I didn't know it at first. "Leave me alone," I said, "and give me another drink." "I think you've had enough," I heard the voice say. "Who the hell are you?" I said. "It's Matt, Lance," he said. "Don't you recognize my voice?" "Fuck you, bitch!" I finally managed to get out. "What's going on, Babe?" he asked me. "Why are you drunk?" "A lot you care, you fucker," I answered. "What are you talking about?" he asked me. "You left me, didn't you?" I said. "Fuck! Where's all that light coming from? Turn off that fucking light!" "OK, OK," he said. "Just a second." Matt went to the lamp and switched it off. "Lance, Baby . . ." he started. "Don't you fucking `Lance, Baby' me!" I yelled at him. "Listen to me a second," he said. "PLEASE!" "What?" I said, a little less aggressively. "I didn't leave you, Baby, honest" he said. "You sure as hell did," I responded. "I gave myself to you, you bitch, and you just got up and ran off without even saying a word. "Fuck off! Fuck you and every other man I've ever known! None of you are worth a shit!" "Don't say that, Baby," he said. "I love you so much." He started to choke back his tears. "You don't know what `love' is, bitch," I said. "`I' know what love it, NOT you. "Maybe someday someone will treat you like you just treated me. Then maybe you'll hurt like I do now. Then maybe you'll have some idea what love feels like, you worthless piece of shit." I think I heard him trying to keep himself from crying a little bit right after I said that, but I'm not sure because I must have passed out soon after that. The next thing I remember was the sun streaming through the window. Matt was lying in bed behind me, with his strong arms wrapped around me. "Jesus Christ!" I said. "What a fucking headache!" "I'm not surprised," Matt said. "You really tied one on last night, Dude." "Shit!" I said. "I don't think I've ever had that much to drink before in my life." Matt then told me all about what happened. "Oh, God, Matt. I'm sorry I was so nasty to you," I said, as I held my aching head in my hands. "I shouldn't have lost control like that. "That's not like me. Even when I drink, I stay in control. "Fuck! I feel like shit!" "Just a minute, Babe," he said. "I'll get something to make you feel better." He brought me back some tomato juice with some other stuff in it that he swore would help. I took a few sips and did start to feel a little better in a few minutes. But I wasn't sure whether it was that that helped or whether it was lying back down in his arms and on his strong chest that helped more. Finally, I was composed enough to lift myself up slightly so I could look up into his face with a slight smile. "So then, DUDE," I said, trying to imitate how he always said it. "Just why did you walk out on me last night? "I can see now that I didn't have to worry about whether you would come back. But I'm still not too pleased that I offered myself to you, finally, and then you decided you didn't want to fuck me." "Oh, God, Lance," he said. "I fucked it all up so bad," he said, as he started to well up. "Easy, Babe, easy!" I said, totally not expecting his reaction. "No, it's my fault," he rushed to say. "I never meant for anything like this to happen. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I left because, well, see, I rushed out to buy you this," Matt said, as he held up a box containing a wedding band inlaid with three big diamonds. "I wanted to get to the jeweler before it closed," he said. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight. "I'm so sorry, Babe. I never thought you'd think I'd run out on you. "My God, I told you I loved you just before I left. I kissed you for God's sake!" "Oh my God, Matt," I said, as I started to cry, falling back down onto his chest and back into his arms. "I thought you had left me. "I thought it was over. I thought you were upset that I had waited so long and that you had decided not to stay any longer and you'd left me." "So, you drank yourself into a stupor all because of me," he said. "Oh, Lance, I'm sorry for what I put you through. It's all my fault." "No, you lunkhead. It's mine, as always," I insisted, as we smiled together through our tears. "Lance, here," he said, as he took the gold wedding band out of the box and gave it to me. "I won't ask you to marry me," he continued, "because we both know the relationship probably won't last more than a few more months. But I want you to wear this ring so we can feel like we're married until it has to end. So, I'm proposing this: Will you, Lance Dawson, `temporarily' marry me?" I stopped crying long enough to look into his eyes through my tears and said, "Yes, Matthew Sloan. It would be an honor to be your partner, that is, `until inevitable circumstances do us part.'" Matt slipped the ring on my finger. It was beautiful. The ring's three diamonds were each a near perfect one full carat. I couldn't wait to see the expressions of everyone at school. I was going to flash it in their faces as much as possible. Of course, I still required tending to in order to recover from my awful hangover. Matt, as always, was there for me. He got me soup and soda and everything I needed to feel better. He stroked me and held me to make me feel better, too. The next day, when I was 100% recovered, I was determined to get my football player's 10½" cock up my ass. I was now hungry for it, having expected it a few days before and not gotten it. So, that evening, after dinner, while Matt was studying out in the living room, I snuck back to my bedroom. I put on my leather chaps and nothing else and got on my hands and knees on my bed. "Matt, help. Come quick!" I yelled. "What's the matter?" Matt yelled out as he ran into my room. He looked through the door and saw me on all fours. I looked at him, winked, and said, "Fuck me, bitch. Fuck me now, fuck me hard, and fuck me deep. "I've been waiting for a big cock up my ass for too long. I tried to get one a couple of nights ago, but the bastard ran out on me. "I don't know what I'll do if I don't get one here tonight. I might have to look somewhere else for one, and that would be too bad since I've heard there's a perfectly good 10½" uncut cock attached to a gorgeous jock somewhere close by." "Oh no you won't," he said. "You're not going fucking anywhere!" He struggled to get out of his clothes, which was difficult because his cock was already its full erect 10½" in length. "Grease me up, bitch. NOW!" he commanded me, as he grabbed the lube from the bed table and threw it to me. "Now listen, bitch," I told him. "You're going to fuck my gymnast out of this asshole tonight. You've got one chance. "If you fail, I'll go find someone who will. I decided a couple of days ago I don't want any trace of him up there anymore. You got that?" "Oh, fuck, Lance," he said. "You're getting me sooooo fucking hot." With that, he rammed his cock part way up my ass. I winced. He wasn't being at all gentle, and I hadn't had a cock up my ass in a long time. And his cock was thicker than Jay's. "That won't do, cock sucker," I said. "My gymnast had 8". "You've got only about 4" up there, so he was better. You'd better get a move on or else I'm out of here." Matt groaned. "Oh, you fucking bitch!" he said. He shoved the rest of his 10½" up my ass. "How's that?" he asked, like a little boy wanting to please his parent. "Not bad, big boy," I responded. "You've stretched me out more than my gymnast did. And you've reached more territory than he ever did." "Awwwww, Gaaaaawwwwwd, Dude," he said. "I'm sooooo hooooorny, and you're sooooo fucking tight!" was all he could say. "Of course I'm tight, bitch," I said. "And I always made my gymnast horny, too. "What did you expect? The question now is, you fucking jock football player, whether you can fuck as well as he can." "Do you think there's any question about that?" Matt asked facetiously. "Yeah, I do, bitch," I said. "You don't think I would have let just anyone fuck me, do you, Matt? Well, do you?" I thought I'd use his real name just to get personal and drive the point home. He took the bait. "No, Lance, no. I guess not," he said, defensively, like a whipped puppy. I loved it. "I didn't think so," I said. "Then start fucking me, and fuck me like you really want my hole, bitch. "Show me you can fuck better than my gymnast. And do it NOW! I can already feel your equipment in me. "I have the feeling a big strong jock football player might just be able to outdo a gymnast, I mean, that is, if he really puts his mind to it. But you'll have to prove it to me." "Fuck, Lance, you're a fucking tease!" he said, as he started fucking me slowly. "That won't do, bitch!" I said after a few seconds. "My gymnast fucked me. He wasn't a pussy. He FUCKED me! "Now take my hole and make it yours. Just look how I'm dressed, you asshole. "Does it look like I'm here for someone to massage my asshole? I'm here to be fucked. NOW FUCK IT!!" "Oh, God, Babe," he said. "I'm sooooo fucking turned on right now." Matt's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he started pounding me--hard. It felt great! It hurt a little, but it felt great. I knew he needed it. I knew he'd been thinking about doing me just like that for months. "Harder, harder. Faster, faster, bitch!" I screamed out. "God, Lance! I'm trying my best!" he said, almost whining. "Not good enough," I said. "You want this hole, or don't you? "It's still my gymnast's hole. You want it to be yours or to stay his?" "God damn it!" he said. "You're making me hornier than I've ever been before. You know that, don't you?" I wanted to smile, but I didn't dare. I had to stay in character in order to make him go as far as I needed him to go. I moved forward, forcing his cock out of my ass, flipped over onto my back, grabbed him by the back of his head, and pulled him down to me so that his right ear was at my mouth. I started whispering in his ear. "Now listen to me, bitch," I said, "and listen to me REAL good! You're in me far enough to claim my ass, but you've got to start fucking me faster or else you can't have it. My little gymnast may not have had the equipment you've got, but he more than made up for it in speed. "He fucked me more than 3 times the speed you've been fucking me, and I liked it that way. I need it that way, and if I can't get it from you, then I'll find someone else who'll give it to me like he did. "So, if you're half as competitive as you say you are, then you'd better start fucking me right, if you want to win my asshole and the right to fuck it in the future." Then I took his ear in my mouth, and I bit it. I bit it till it bled. "Ouch!" Matt yelled, as he recoiled. Small drops of blood started dripping on my chest. "What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked me. "Two reasons, bitch," I said. "First, I gave you my ass two days ago, but you thought there was something more important you had to do first, so you fucking mixed up your priorities, Babe. "Second, a couple of months ago, you decided to scare the shit out of me and beat my ass when I told you I wouldn't let you fuck me. I told you then I'd get even with you, and that's what I just did now. "Now, bitch, it's up to you whether you'll step up to the plate and make my asshole yours. Are you finally going to fuck all traces of my gymnast out of my asshole, or do I have to get someone else to do it for me? Hurry up and decide. I don't have all night." "Oh, you mother fucking, bitch," he said. "That did it! I'm so fucking horny now I don't think a freight train could stop this fuck! "I'm coming in, and I'm coming in hard. In a few minutes, your fucking asshole will never know your fucking bitch whore slut gymnast ever existed!" And HE thought HE was turned on! My God, I thought I'd cream after that outburst! "Promises, promises," I said. "All I ever get is promises!" I responded. "God, Lance," he said. "You just won't quit till I'm driven over the edge, will you!" Matt started fucking my ass like I'm sure he'd never fucked an ass before. And it was sooooo good--sooooo fucking good. "Surely you can do better than that," I said after a few minutes, just to egg him on. "Oh, God," he said, as he started to pound me harder and faster. "I thought so," I responded, making sure not to smile. After a few minutes, I said, "And I suppose that's all you've got, you pathetic jock? Usually by this time, my gymnast was just getting started and would try to impress me by giving me more." "Oh, fuck, Lance," he responded. "You're killing me here!" "Bitch, you're supposed to be killing ME here!" I said, acting impatient. "Oh, God!" he said, and he fucked me even harder, deeper, and faster. After a few more minutes, I said, "Christ, Babe, don't you find me attractive anymore?" "Uuuuugh," was all he could manage this time, but he managed to fuck even better. After a couple more minutes, I said, "I'm not feeling that cock anymore, Babe. Is it starting to shrink? Gymnasts' cocks don't shrink when they fuck, you know. They get bigger." He didn't say anything. He just kept trying to fuck me harder, deeper, and faster. After another minute, I decided to get even naughtier. Without his seeing me, I licked the thumbs and forefingers on both my hands and grabbed both his now-erect and extremely long and hard nipples. I played with them for a few seconds. He moaned lightly. Then I pinched them hard. "Ooooow!" he yelled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he whined. "Trying to get you to get serious about this fuck, Matt," I said. "For a big jock football player, you're making a pretty pathetic showing compared to a gymnast. "I guess gymnasts really ARE more serious competitors than football players. I'd always heard it, but I'd never believed it--that is, till tonight." Matt got red and really pissed. He REALLY started to fuck me as furiously as he could. A minute later, I did what I knew would finally put him over the edge. Without his seeing me, I snuck a leather paddle out from under one of the pillows. I smacked his ass, and I smacked it hard. "What the fuck was that?" he asked. I gave him another smack, then another, then another. "Christ, Lance!" he said. "That hurts!!" "This is your last chance, Babe," I said. "Either step up your game, or this fuck's over. I mean it." "Lance," he started, as he looked down at his cock going in and out of my ass, "I don't know what more you can possibly expect out of me. I'm fucking you harder, deeper, and faster than anyone I've ever fucked before. There can't possibly be anyone who could do . . . it . . . better . . . than . . . I'm . . . do . . . --ing . . . it . . " Suddenly he looked up at me. I had stopped smacking his ass. I was smiling at him with an evil grin. "You fucking bitch!" he screamed. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!!" And he was not smiling like I was. He started fucking me now, I mean REALLY fucking me. It hurt--bad. I was grimacing. It turned him on to see me uncomfortable, and that just made him fuck me more seriously. I just closed my eyes and tried to work through the pain. But I loved it. I had finally gotten him to his maximum potential, exactly where I wanted him. After about five more minutes, I finally started to get used to it. I opened my eyes and looked up. My jock football player looked more gorgeous than I had ever seen him before. His body glistened with sweat. His pecs were fantastic. The striations, especially between his pecs, were pronounced. The veins in his neck, forehead, and arms stuck out so far that I was afraid they would pop. The muscles on his arms, shoulders, and neck looked like he'd just pumped up for two or three hours. His six-pack looked more like an eight-pack. There was such a feast for my eyes I couldn't decide where to look. I started to touch everything I saw before my eyes gently. Matt groaned from delight. "No matter what you do, Babe, just keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered him. "Oh, God," he said, almost whimpering. "I'm so fucking turned on. I'm so horny. You're so tight. It's all so fucking messed up!" I wiped some of the sweat off his chest and played with his over-extended nipples. He groaned. I slowly traced lines with my finger nails up his chest beginning from his waist to his shoulders. He shuddered as I went over his nipples. "Christ, Baby. You're driving me crazy!" he said. "Then I guess I'm doing my job, aren't I?" I responded. I ran my fingers gently through his beautiful blond hair. Then, I gently tickled his back with my fingernails. He jumped slightly. "Oh, fuck!" he grunted deeply. "Keep doing that, Babe: fucking me," I told him. "But look at my eyes, Matt. Look into my eyes." Matt did as I told him and looked into my eyes. At that point, something came over him. He was no longer in control. He started fucking me like a machine. His eyes were glazed over. He was in ecstasy. But he was so far gone that he didn't realize it at first. That would come a little later. "I can't stop, Lance," he said. "I don't know what's happening. I've never felt this way before. "It's incredible. I feel like one big cock from head to toe. What are you doing to me, Babe?" "Just enjoy it, Baby," I said. "Don't fight it. You're exactly where you should be right now--in the zone. "I'm taking care of you. I'm in control now. Only good things are going to happen to you. "Just listen to me and do everything I say. Just keep fucking me, hard, deep, and fast, like you're doing right now. Don't stop." "OK, OK, OK," he said, straining for breath. "Just like you say, Babe. Just like you say." Matt was gone. He was mine. I had turned him into an animal, my little sex puppy. He would have done anything I told him to do right then. ANYTHING! The feeling of power I had over him was indescribable. To know I could use sex to get anything I wanted was incredible. To know I had so much power was fantastic. My ego was elevated to new heights. Whether I was a top or a bottom, men would always be my playthings. "Matt," I said, "keep fucking me, but listen to me carefully." "OK. What? Anything," he said. "You're getting close, aren't you?" I asked him. "Fuck, Lance," he whimpered. "I've been close for 15 fucking minutes!" "OK, OK, Baby," I said, doing my best to hold back from laughing. "Just listen to me and do exactly what I say. "I promise you you'll have the greatest orgasm of your life. But don't stop fucking me till I tell you. Promise?" "OK, Lance. OK," he said, breathing heavily. I talked quickly. "OK. When you start to come, don't stop plunging. Maybe let up on the hardness, but not on the rhythm. "Also, relax completely, especially at first. The first shot will come out and surround the head of your cock and feel incredible as it warms it up immediately. It will encourage more cum to come more quickly. "Be sure to do your best to relax the muscles around your cock as much as possible. Let the orgasm take care of itself. The mistake people make is to tense up as soon as it starts and to be overanxious. "Then the orgasm is over too quickly and is not as powerful as it can be. It's all about muscle control. "And being an athlete, you should have no trouble with that. Got it, Babe?" "Yeah, I think so," he said, still pounding the shit out of me. "Do your best," I said. "If it doesn't work, they'll be plenty of time to do it again and again till you get it right. "Good luck, Baby. Take all the time you need. "I'm enjoying the ride. I'm here for you." "Thanks," he said. I was ready. I was so fucking ready. My cock was its full 12½". "Come down to me, Babe," I said. "Keep fucking me, but come down to my eyes and start telling me what I mean to you," I told him. "What are you talking about?" he asked me. "The sooner you do as I say, the sooner you can cum," I said. "Now do it!" "OK, Babe, OK," he said. He came down to my ear. "I love you, Lance," he whispered. I moaned and shot my first rope of cum as I groaned with intense pleasure. It hit his stomach. He sat up, shocked, like he'd been hit by a bullet. "What was that?" he asked. "For a law student, you're pretty dense," I said. "Now come back down and keep talking, Babe. Please." "Oh, yeah. I guess that was kind of stupid." He smiled weakly and bent back down to my ear. "You mean everything to me, Babe," he said. "Aaaaah," I groaned. Another rope. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, never," he said. "Uuuuugh," I said. More cum. "I want us to be together forever," he said. Two shots this time. "You're the best fuck I've ever had," he said. "Oh, my God, Matt!" I said. I don't know where it came from, but more cum shot out. It was so hot and sticky now between us, I didn't think we'd ever be able to separate. "Oh, and one more thing, Lance," he said. "Yes, Matt?" I asked. "I love you more than life itself," he said. That was it. I started cumming till I had no more cum in my balls, and then I started dry cumming. Matt rose and surveyed his handiwork. I was spent. I looked up in his eyes and then over the rest of his amazing body. He was absolutely fucking beautiful. He was more beautiful than Michaelangelo's David. Meanwhile, he was still fucking the shit out of me, just like he had been commanded to do. The sweat still glistened off of every part of his body. He was actually starting to drool. His eyes were begging me to tell him it was alright to cum. I enjoyed having so much control of him, but I finally realized it was cruel to make him wait any longer. "Are you ready, Baby?" I asked him. "Yes, Lance," he replied. "But first I have to ask you. Was I good enough? "I mean, was I as good as your gymnast? Did I fuck you as well as Jay did? "I've got to know, Lance? Otherwise, I've got to go on till I do." "What gymnast?" I said. "And who's Jay? Never heard of him." "Oh, God, Lance," he said. "It's time, Babe, it's time! Please!" "Ok, Baby," I said. "Do it just like I told you. "Remember, it's all about muscle control. Stay relaxed and keep fucking at the same pace." I felt the first shot of cum up my ass. "Feel the warmth, Babe?" I asked. "Oh, fuck!" he said. "It feels so fucking good. You're so fucking tight!" "I've been exercising my anal muscles just for you ever since I knew I was going to let you fuck me," I told him. "Oh, shit, Lance," he said. "That's so fucking messed up!" "I know, Baby, I know. I'm a very, very naughty boy," I said, as I giggled. He started to shoot more cum up my ass. "You're doing really well keeping relaxed and letting it cum on its own, Baby," I said. "How's it feel?" "Oh, my fucking God, Lance," he answered. "It's un-fucking-believable!" "Now, Baby," I said. "Look into my eyes and don't stop looking at me until it's over." He looked up into my eyes. I smiled and winked at him. "Awwwww shit," he said, as I felt more cum shoot out into my ass. I placed my hands in his hair and stroked it and then licked my lips and pretended to kiss him. "Gaaaaawd, you're driving me fucking crazy here, Babe!" he whimpered, as he from somewhere found another couple of ropes. Finally, I threw my leather chap-clad legs around his lower back. He moaned. I then pulled his head toward mine all the while staring into his eyes. Just before his lips met mine, I told him softly that I loved him forever. Then I gave him a long deep passionate kiss. He swooned, moaned, and then shot so much cum up my ass that the cum started seeping out of my ass onto the sheets in a huge puddle. He collapsed onto my chest totally spent. I threw my arms around him and ever so slowly lowered my legs off his back and placed them up against his huge powerful muscular legs. My huge powerful jock football player was splayed on top of me like one of my children might have been, and it felt completely natural. I was in heaven. I never wanted him to leave. We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but it was only for a few minutes. "So, Babe," I finally said, "Sorry I wasn't able to make it a good experience for you." "You bitch," he said, giggling. "If I'd known it could be this good, I would have fucked you as soon as I walked through the front door the first day I met you." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, Lance. I didn't mean anything by that," he finally said. "I know you didn't, Baby. And I know exactly what you meant and that you meant it to be a high compliment. "It does make me kind of sad, though, that I couldn't get myself to give this to you before now. It makes me feel really selfish." "No, Babe. Now I feel really selfish and like an asshole for saying it. You just gave me the greatest, most incredible fuck of my life. "And I know it was the best fuck I'll ever have. It just can't get any better than that. You pushed me to a place I'd have never gotten to myself. "You were like a football coach that pushes a player to perform better than he ever thought possible without his ever realizing it while he was doing it. It was fucking fantastic! I'll never forget it or you for having given it to me. "Besides, if I'd have fucked you any time before now, it wouldn't have been like this. It was worth the wait. Absolutely. Without question. "You just taught me how to experience an orgasm properly, something that will stay with me long after we aren't together any longer. That probably wouldn't have happened if we hadn't waited. "`Everything happens for a reason, Babe.' I've always believed that, and I still do." "It was great for me, too, Matt," I said. "I love you so much. "My ass is now yours, anytime you want it--well, with certain exceptions, of course. For example, I think you'd better refrain from taking it in the middle of the commons area when we're at school." We both started laughing hysterically. "I guess every part of our bodies is each other's now, huh, Babe?" he said. "That's the way it should be. "Complete versatility is the greatest. That way everyone gets to experience everything and appreciate what his partner is experiencing." "That's how I feel, too," I said. "But I think it's hard to find gay men like that out there." "Too bad," he said. "Their loss." "And one more thing, Matt," I said. "You know I was just saying those things about Jay, I mean comparing you to him while you were fucking me to turn you on. "I don't want you to think I'm doing that really in my mind. That's not important to me. I won't do that unless you want me to." "No, Dude," he said. "That's a big fucking turn on. Just look where it got me. "Fuckin' A, Dude! If it doesn't bring back uncomfortable memories for you, say those things while I'm fucking your tight ass from time to time. "You know how competitive I am. Saying things like that can really get me going while I'm fucking you!" "OK," I said. "I won't do it every time, but sometimes I might say something just to spice things up. "It may or may not be true even. And don't ask me if it is because I'm not going to tell you." "You're a bitch, Lance, you' know that?" he said. "Tell me something I don't know," I said, with a big grin on my face. We went out and had a bite to eat and then finished studying for the evening. We went to bed that night again in each other's arms. Once again Matt had his strong massive arms around me from behind. This time it really felt right as his cock rested up between my ass cheeks touching the hole he'd penetrated just a few hours before. But this time his cum was still seeping out of my asshole. It made my asshole twitch a little whenever the tip of his cock brushed against it and more of his cum seeped out of it. I wondered if he felt the twitch OR the cum. He never told me if he did. From then on, we played around a lot with our sex life and had a lot of fun. For example, there was one time when I wanted Matt to fuck me. I went into the bathroom while he was taking a shower. I stripped and hung a sign that he would see as soon as he got out of the shower that was directly above where I was standing. The sign read: "To be fucked immediately!" Then I turned standing so my ass would be facing him as soon as he left the shower and spread my cheeks and waited. When he exited the shower, he saw my ass. He giggled but didn't say another word. He got some lube from under the sink, lubed up, entered my ass, and fucked the shit out of me. He came violently as I shot my load jerking off. I looked up at him. "My ass thanks you," I said, as I gave him a wink and left. He just giggled. One night when he wanted to be fucked, he put on his cup, high white socks and cleats, walked into the front room, and went up to the dining table where I was studying. With one motion, he cleared everything off the table, hopped up, sat on it, spread his legs wide open, and put his ass right in front of my face. "See anything you like, bitch? If so, you'd better fuck it before it cools down." I chuckled, ran for the lube, and had my way with him so fast he didn't have time to catch his breath. He smiled after I was through. "Is that any way to treat a lady?" he asked. "There hasn't been a lady in here in at least three years," I said, "or a gentleman either." We both got hysterical. As for blow jobs, one night Matt and I were both studying in the front room at our usual places, he on the coach and I at the table. He slowly and inconspicuously pulled down his pants and got his cock hard and pointed it straight up. "What's it take to get a fucking blow job around here?" he suddenly shouted at me to get my attention. "All you have to do is ask, bitch," I said. "I don't want to have to ask. You ought to be able to sense these things." "You think I'm fucking psychic?" "No, I think you ought to be watching my crotch constantly." "I see your point, but I do have to study sometime." "Well not now! Get your cute ass over here, or at least your mouth, for just a few minutes. I've got a problem that only you can take care of." Naturally, I took care of his problem as only I could do. A few days later, I decided it was my turn. I stripped one evening and walked out just behind him as he was studying on the couch. "Haven't you learned yet that as a first-year student, when you're in the presence of a nude third-year student with a huge erect cock, you're supposed to bow down and suck him till he comes in your mouth, bitch?" "Wow, that's a fucking mouthful, counselor!" "I knew you'd say that, bitch. Now it's time for you to get your mouth full. Kneel before your master." "OK, DADDY!" And he went ahead to give me the best blow job he'd ever given me, for which I was truly grateful. There was one particularly interesting sexual experience. One day, Matt called me into his bedroom while I was washing the dinner dishes. All he had on was his athletic cup and a pair of white socks. God, how I love a man in white socks, to say nothing of a gorgeous hung jock in a cup. As soon as I walked up to him, he gave me a long passionate kiss. Then he told me to get down on my knees in front of his cup. He'd never done this before, but I knew exactly what he wanted: the "flop and tug." *At this point I must take a slight digression to discuss the "flop and tug" and my sexual experiences with the flop and tug before I continue with this narrative. Those of you already familiar with the flop and tug, and that would include mostly well-hung athletes, even though technically the flop and tug does potentially apply to all males, may wish to skip down to the next "*" where the narrative takes back up where it leaves off here. The "flop and tug" occurs when the male genitalia are being suspended by a support device, such as an athletic supporter or, preferably, an athletic cup, and that device is quickly removed. Right after the support device is removed, the genitalia drop precipitously to their natural God-appointed place. This is known as the "flop," the term "to flop" being defined in the dictionary as "to drop heavily." As the "flop" concludes, the genitalia apply a pleasurable downward jerking pressure at the place where they connect to the male's body. This is known as the "tug," the term "tug" being defined in the dictionary as "a strong pulling force." Thus, taken together the phenomenon is known as the "flop and tug." Most males are not familiar with the flop and tug because the genitalia must be of sufficient weight for there to be a true "flop." That is, unless a male is sufficiently hung, the genitalia cannot drop "heavily", and the genitalia cannot exert a "strong" pulling force as they drop. The breaking point is around at least 5" flaccid and reasonably thick, and in most cases at least 6" flaccid and reasonably thick is necessary. Furthermore, since athletic supporters are used to produce the desired effect, unless the male is an athlete, most males never discover the flop and tug. As has already been mentioned, the supporting device must be removed quickly. This means that the male servicing the male to be flopped and tugged must place himself directly in front of the supporting device and quickly move it to the side of the suspended genitalia to free it quickly from its confinement. Ideally, the top of the cock has been extended toward the top of the supporter, as this will result in the maximum length of its drop, that is, approximately two times the length of the cock, which produces the most impressive flop. Nevertheless, it goes without saying that the heavier the genitalia, the farther it will drop, thus producing the most impressive flop from the point of view of the flopper. Furthermore, the heavier the genitalia, the stronger the tug, which produces a more pleasurable effect for the one being flopped. Thus, a stronger reaction is produced and gives a most impressive effect to the flopper. Larger cocks have the ability to produce even more impressive effects on the flopper, as to the flop especially. For example, cocks that are no more than usually about 7 or 8 inches when erect tend to be rock hard. This means that in order to flop effectively, they must be flaccid when the supporting device is removed. If they are, instead, totally erect, an effective flop is not possible. Erect cocks do not flop because, naturally, they do not drop, nor do the balls attached to erect cocks drop, as they are full of cum and attached tightly to their corresponding erect cocks. On the other hand, cocks that are larger, for instance, usually about 9 inches or greater when erect, tend not to be totally erect when aroused because their large weight does not permit them to maintain a rock-hard erection. Consequently, they can reach their totally erect length in their support devices and still flop effectively. What's more, these flops are additionally attractive because in most of these cases the cocks when flopped extend approximated one inch straight out from the body before they start to curve slowly down. These flops are extremely sexy. Additionally, the tugs for cocks at least 9 inches in length that extend one inch or more straight out from the body are especially pleasurable due to their dual tug effect. Since the one-inch extensions are partially stiff, when their genitalia flop, they do not completely flop the first time but rather they bounce slightly when they reach the bottom of their drop. This produces a second smaller flop, and depending on how stiff and how long the one inch or slightly longer stiff part of the cock is, the second flop may be substantial and produce a significantly pleasurable second tug. Thus, some lucky jocks can experience a wonderfully rewarding double tug. Naturally, uncut cocks are the sexiest because they can produce various additional possibilities that cut cocks cannot. For example, when a huge uncut cock flops, as in my particular case, the sheer weight of a 12+" cock's falling a total of up to two feet can result in an interesting phenomenon. Right after the cock completes its drop, and the male whose cock has flopped groans with extreme delight due to the incredible pleasure from having such a huge weight tug its owner, the head of the cock is forced through the foreskin producing a surprise effect that literally takes the spectator's or spectators' of the flop breath away. And in my particular case, the sight is especially spectacular as the cock head is pale in complete contrast to the dark, thick foreskin out of which it peers. (More on that later in the narrative.) Finally, the most beautiful experience is to be involved in a flop and tug with the following characteristics: the extremely thick 12+" uncut cock extends straight out 1"-1½" from the flopped male's body, increasing in thickness slightly from the body as it departs from it. It then descends in an arc shaped more or less like a banana till it reaches its maximum length, its head peeking out of its thick foreskin just slightly, a little precum dripping out of the head. The cock increases in thickness slightly till it is mid-length and then decreases slightly till it reaches its end. It also has a large vein which extends on its top from where it leaves the body to the tip of the foreskin. The balls are between tennis balls to lemons in size. They hang down behind the mammoth cock in a sac that extends about halfway down the length of the cock. The balls are not quite the same height because due to their huge size it is not possible for them to be next to each other and fit into the sac. When this package is flopped, it bounces almost halfway back up, to the delight and pleasure of both the flopper and the male being flopped. The cock flops sloppily in one direction, the balls in another. The package then resettles once again where it belongs, again to the delight and pleasure of both participants in the flop. I was fortunate enough to have this beautiful experience when an undergrad. I took a young blond boy I picked up at a strip bar back to my room at the frat house where he flopped me. It became obvious to me very quickly that he had never flopped anyone before. After the flop and double tug, he was so impressed that, instead of immediately placing the head of my cock in his mouth and start my blow job, as almost always occurs, he looked up into my eyes and told me it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He actually had tears in his eyes. I was so moved that I knelt down in front of him, smiled, wiped the tears from his eyes, and started kissing him passionately. We lay down next to each other and made out for a long time before we started anything hardcore. Naturally, I eventually popped his cherry, but I have to admit that I was probably gentler with and more considerate of him than I was with most young boys whose cherries I pop. He was just so cute that I could not help myself. When it was all over, he clung to me more than most boys. I felt very sympathetic towards him. I know that cocks will always be a very, very important part of his life--especially big cocks. I hear from him every year on the anniversary of his deflowering, and we catch up on the events of the past year. He still calls me "Daddy." If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower case "L", not the numeral "1".