Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2024 20:25:45 -0400 (EDT) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lances Story 9 Author's Note: I appreciate that, beginning with this section, the readers will find the narrative increasingly hard to believe. This section talks about my interview with the law firm where I worked for nearly five years. Everything having to do with the law firm, beginning with the interview, is difficult to fathom. As the narrative notes, I found it almost too incredible to believe from the very beginning myself, and so did my bf Matt when I told him about it. Even now, I still believe from time to time that eventually I'll wake up one morning next to Matt and find I'm still in the second half of my third year in law school, and that those five years were all just a dream. But in many ways, that's even more difficult to believe than what actually happened. Nevertheless, I will admit to the readers that I have embellished the narrative in three ways/places in order to make it more interesting and enjoyable to read. Most of the significant embellishments are in sections yet to come. However, if any of you would like to know exactly where and how I have embellished the narrative, you may email me, and I will give you that information. On the other hand, if you would prefer to enjoy the narrative as written and not be made aware of the embellishments, that is up to you. Please be aware, though, that there is certain information and things I am not at liberty to disclose or provide, and will not provide, due to contractual obligations with my law firm that survive to this day. These include: my real name and the names of the attorneys and employees of the law firm and members of the gym; the name of my hometown; the name of the undergraduate school and law school I attended; the name and location of the law firm and gym; a picture of me or of any part of me. Naturally, any other related or ancillary information is not available as well, including, but not necessarily limited to: the real names of any of my boyfriends or sex partners; the names of my undergraduate fraternity or the frat brothers; the names of the escort agency where I worked or the fellow escorts I knew; the names of the male exotic dancer agency where I worked or the fellow male exotic dancers I knew; etc. Obviously, all these measures exist so that neither I nor anyone else associated with the law firm or gym can be identified. ============================================================= Nothing much exciting happened over the next few weeks. I started my job interviews. It was difficult because it was a stark sign that my relationship with Matt was getting closer to the end. But it had to be done. I had a couple of interviews in faraway places where I really didn't want to live, at firms where I really didn't want to work, that practiced the kind of law I really didn't want to practice. But sometimes you must take what's out there, so I felt lucky to get even those interviews. I felt bad for my classmates whose academic standings were lower than mine, especially for those who were my friends. Many of them were finding it hard to get any interviews at all. Then, in early March, I got an unusual interview with a mid-sized firm with about 25 attorneys in a medium- to large-sized city in the eastern part of the U.S. I had become aware of them and obtained the interview in a rather unusual way. About a month earlier, the gay and lesbian action group of the law school had contacted me and asked me to give them copy of my resumé to submit to this law firm. About two weeks later, the law firm sent me a letter. In the letter they noted they had learned about me through discussions with the action group. The letter said they were interested in meeting with me to see whether they would be interested in hiring me. They asked me to fly to them for an interview at their expense on a given date. The letter said the details of the flight arrangements would be given to me when I received a telephone call from them a few days before the scheduled date of the interview. I asked some members of the action group what they had discussed about me with the law firm, but they said they were not at liberty to tell me. I did a little research and found out that the firm had an excellent reputation, the pay was good, and the type of law they practiced was what I was interested in. Consequently, I decided I really wanted to go to the interview, do well, and get an offer from them. I could always turn it down if I had another offer I preferred. In addition, I really thought I would enjoy living where the firm was located. Nevertheless, I was dying to know what interested them so much about me. Two days before the interview was scheduled to take place, I still had not heard from anyone at the firm. I was starting to think the whole thing had fallen through when I received a call from the secretary of the partner-in-charge of the firm. He told me I would be picked up by limo at my apartment at 2 p.m. the following day, I should dress casually, and I was not to bring any luggage or any money or credit cards. I would be taken to the airport and flown in a private jet to the destination. He also told me that all my needs would be taken care of throughout the trip. I would, for example, be supplied with the clothes I needed to wear for that evening's dinner at the hotel after I arrived. Furthermore, everything I needed for the entire trip would be provided for me as I needed it. If I needed anything that was not provided to me, all I had to do was ask. People would be available 24 hours to meet my every need. I was absolutely shocked. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I told Matt about it, and he reacted the same way. The following day the limo arrived exactly on time. I dressed in a pair of new jeans, dark socks, casual shoes, a long-sleeved shirt, and a cardigan. I didn't feel comfortable looking too casual, even though that's what I had been told to do. No one was in the limo but me and the driver. The driver was nice and very attractive, but he didn't talk much. He told me there was an amply stocked bar in the limo, and I should help myself. I told him thanks, but I wasn't very thirsty. It was strange, but I had a funny feeling from the time I first met the driver that he was checking me out. Oh well, I thought, it isn't the first time someone has noticed the ample bulge in my pants. It did make me start to get hard, though, as I did whenever anyone seemed to show an interest in what was in my pants. He drove me right out on the tarmac to the plane. I immediately boarded. It wasn't just a small Piper Cub. It was quite a bit larger than that. It seated about 25 comfortably. But I was alone, except that there was a staff of 6 men. Other than the male pilot and male co-pilot, there were three male flight attendants, a chef, a tailor, and a masseur. I couldn't help but notice that they all had beautiful blue eyes and blond hair. In addition, they were all young and gorgeous as well. They were immaculately dressed in very expensive uniforms and shoes. And what's more, they were all in very good physical shape. The fantasies I started to have about what I could do with all these men were incredible. It took a lot for me to calm myself down and stay that way throughout the rest of the flight. The flight was going to last 3 hours, so immediately after I boarded, the masseur suggested I strip and have a complete massage in order to relax. There was a massage table in the back of the plane, he said. I told him that I really only needed a neck massage. He looked disappointed, almost like he'd made a pass at me, and I'd rejected him. But he gave me a neck massage at my seat for about a half hour anyway. All three flight attendants then came to me to take my drink and food order, almost fighting over who was going to serve me. It almost seemed like they all wanted to be as close to me as possible. Finally, I said I just wanted some spring water and peanuts. They all seemed to be dejected as they walked away. The chef then came to my seat. He told me the flight attendants had said I didn't order anything to eat. He asked me if I was sure I didn't want something to eat. He said I wouldn't be eating again until late, that is, at around 8 p.m. I told him in that case I'd have just a turkey sandwich if he could fix one for me. He obviously wasn't pleased that I didn't want something more exotic and substantial, but I just wasn't hungry for anything heavier. I told him I guess I was a little nervous about everything. He said he understood, but I still don't think he was really pleased. Finally, the tailor came to my seat. He said there were many activities planned for the weekend, so he needed to take my exact measurements in order to provide me with all the clothes I required. He told me to go to a room at the back of the plane and take off my clothes. I told him that wouldn't be necessary because I had just had all my measurements taken the prior month when I had bought new clothes for the interview, and I knew exactly what they were. He tried to insist, but I told him what they were without going back to the room. Finally, he gave in and said the clothes I required for dinner would be in the hotel when I arrived. Also, the clothes I required for the other activities for the weekend would be wherever I needed them whenever I needed them. I thanked him. He left, obviously a little displeased I hadn't allowed him to do his job more thoroughly. When we landed at the destination at 6 p.m., I was taken by limo to my luxury hotel. I'd never been in such an exotic, expensive, high-class hotel. I was given the penthouse suite. It was fucking huge! A family of 8 could have stayed there and not felt crowded. I knew law firms usually wanted to impress prospective associates when they invited them to interview onsite. But this, I thought, was ridiculous!! The closet was stocked with all kinds of clothes. There was a note on my bed. It said that I would be picked up at 7:30 p.m. by limo and taken to the restaurant for dinner. The note said that I was to wear the tuxedo coat and tails in the closet. Shoes, expensive and in my size, of course, were also provided. I was given my choice of all different styles and colors of boxers or briefs, undershirts, and hose--i.e., not socks--to wear. I could tell that everything was extremely expensive. They were all things that I could never afford to buy for myself. I dressed and was ready and waiting in front of the hotel as required at 7:30 p.m. The limo arrived on the dot. I was taken to a luxury restaurant. The maître d' took me to a private room where about 25 handsome men, aged about 26 to about 45, all of whom appeared to be in very good physical shape, were waiting and dressed, of course, the same way I was. We were served a most elegant and delicious meal. During the meal I was told everything about the firm and encouraged to ask anything I wanted to know about it. I was asked very little about myself. They said they already knew everything they needed to know about my academic abilities and everything else about me personally. That piqued my interest, so I asked them what exactly they knew about me other than my academic abilities, since I hadn't had an interview with them before. They smiled and said they would discuss that with me at the conclusion of the activities the next day. What was important until then was for them to determine how well I would fit in with the needs of the firm and with the personal needs of its members. The dinner that night and the social activities they had planned the following day at the estate of one of the partners were designed to determine that. I said I understood, though I wasn't really sure I did, and I left it at that. Near the end of the evening, one of the partners asked me what outdoor activities I enjoyed. I said I had been on the swimming and soccer teams in high school, but since then I had mostly just worked out at the gym. Some of their eyes seemed to light up when I mentioned working out at the gym. They said that they, in fact, knew all about everything I had just said, that is, about what I had done in my past. They just wanted to hear what I mentioned specifically to know what I preferred to do for the next day's activities. One of the partners said there was swimming available at the estate but not soccer. He asked if I enjoyed tennis. I said yes, but I was a little rusty. What about riding horses? I said I'd ridden a couple of times as a teenager, but I wouldn't want to do anything more than gallop at a slow pace on a gentle horse. "It's settled, then," one of the senior attorneys announced to everyone. "Mr. Dawson will swim a little, then play a little tennis, then ride a little, then join us for a late lunch." The other attorneys all agreed. We finished our after-dinner drinks, and I was returned to my hotel by limo. As I entered the hotel, the hotel's manager approached me and asked me to step into his office. He shut the door behind us and asked how my stay had been so far. I told him everything was fine. He then asked me whether there was anything, absolutely anything at all, that he could do to make my stay more enjoyable. I said no, not a thing. He said to call on him at any time, day or night, if I needed absolutely anything. I smiled and told him I'd be sure to do that. As I was about to turn to go to my room, he asked whether I would be going out again that night. I said no, I was planning to go to bed soon, as I had a big day the next day. He said there was some great night entertainment in town that he could recommend if I were interested. I again said no but thanks. He then said there were some gay strip clubs nearby. I got a shocked look on my face. "What makes you think I'm gay?" I replied. He didn't say anything. He just pointed to the ring on my right-hand ring finger. I got red-faced. Finally, he asked whether I would like to have some companionship for the night. He said he could arrange some first-class companionship if I were interested. "No thank you," I said, as I smiled and left his office. When I got up to my room, I saw a set of casual clothes lying on the bed, including underwear and shoes, with a note on top. The note said, "You are to wear these clothes and shoes tomorrow morning. Swimsuit, tennis clothes, riding gear, and luncheon clothes will be provided at the estate as you require them. Be ready at 8 a.m. for limo." Good God! I thought. These people are certainly well organized, aren't they? Then I saw a P.S. to the note: "We haven't provided any nightwear for you as we know you sleep in the nude." Un-fucking-believable! I couldn't decide whether I felt violated or incredibly flattered. I knew one thing for sure, though. I was going to find out just what the hell these attorneys were up to before I left the next day! I went to sleep, woke up in time to shower, shave, get dressed in the clothes they had provided, and then waited for the limo after finishing breakfast. Promptly at 8 a.m., the limo showed up. It was a 1 ½ hour's drive to the estate, through lush, beautiful country. The chauffeur said next to nothing during the entire trip there. When the limo drove up to the front door of the manse, the doorman came out to greet me. "Mr. Dawson, Sir," he said. "Permit me to accompany you to the back where everyone is waiting for you." The manse was huge and so were the grounds. I was led through the house, which seemed like it never ended, to the back where the grounds started and then ended beyond the horizon. The partner who owned the estate walked up and introduced himself. "Lance, I don't think we had the opportunity to meet each other last night at dinner. My name is Ted. Everyone uses first names here, OK?" "Sure . . . uh . . . Ted," I replied. "Good," he said. "You'll be starting out today swimming." "OK," I said. "Good," he said. "Go down there to the other side of the pool. The attendant has been informed of your, uh, size. "He'll give you a suit. I'm sorry, but we don't use jocks around here to swim. Hope you don't mind." I thought to myself, "Oh, God! I hope it's not a fucking Speedo. "I'll be on display again, just like I was in high school. No fucking jock strap! Jesus Christ!!" "There's a small changing booth next to the towel hut," Ted continued. "You can use that to change into your suit. "The attendant will set out your towels on your pool chair. If you need anything, a drink, suntan oil, etc., yell for the attendant. "He'll get you whatever you want. After an hour or so, someone will come and get you for the tennis game. Now go ahead and enjoy yourself at the pool." "Thanks, Ted," I replied. As I walked down past the pool, I noticed about six of the younger, good-looking attorneys I'd seen at dinner the prior evening sunning themselves and a couple who were swimming. They were all wearing loose swim trunks that extended nearly to their knees. "Good," I thought to myself. "Loose swim trunks. "Should be no problem. Even if my huge cock does decide to get excited looking at some of these gorgeous dudes, there ought to be plenty of room in those trunks so as not to attract too much attention." After I got to the other side of the pool, I went over to the attendant. He was blond and blue-eyed, had a swimmer's build, dark tan from head to toe, and was a fucking doll. He was obviously a college student and was either on the swim team or was a lifeguard. I told him my name, and he gave me a box containing a swimsuit and a towel, along with a smile and a wink. I walked over to the changing booth, closed the door, and undressed. Then I opened the box. Fuck! Not only was the suit at least two sizes too small, it wasn't swimming trunks like the rest of the attorneys had on. In fact, it wasn't even a Speedo. It wasn't even a swimsuit at all. It was a pair of fucking underwear!! Moreover, it wasn't just any ordinary pair of underwear. It was a pair of white, mesh, completely see-through bikini underwear--just the kind of thing I would have loved to have on one night to model in front of Matt to drive him fucking nuts! But I really didn't want to wear it in front of 8--or more if any more showed up at the pool--attorneys whom I might soon be working with!! There was no fucking way I could fit my package--or even half of it!--into this thing, even flaccid. Shit! The pouch was way too small to contain even just my large balls! They were going to stick out of the sides at the bottom of it. And when I started to get hard, where the fuck was all of my cock going to go? The straps on the sides, where I usually store my cock when it starts to get out of control, were only about a half inch wide, way too small to contain my cock. Wearing this thing I couldn't be more on display than if I were fucking nude!! I put the suit--I mean, underwear--on, walked out of the changing booth with the towel wrapped around my waist, and walked back to the attendant. "Hey, Dude," I said. "There must be some mistake. This thing is just way too small." "Sorry, Sir," he replied. "Let me have a look at the instructions I've been given." He looked down at a piece of paper and then at another. "Everything seems to be in order, Sir," he said. "I gave you exactly what I was instructed to give you. Why don't you let me have a look at it?" I dropped the towel so he could look at it. By that time my cock was at its full 12½", and it had nowhere to go, so it was coming out of the top of the "suit." However, the whole prospect of everyone's seeing me was beginning to excite me, being the natural exhibitionist that I am. However, I knew this wasn't the time to pursue that innate need. "I see what you mean, Sir," the attendant continued, as he turned red and gulped hard, desperately trying to keep his composure. "But you can trust me, Sir. "The attorneys would not have given you the swimsuit you have on if they didn't have a good reason." And with that he looked at me and gave me another big smile and a wink. I thought to myself, "What the fuck's going on here?" I didn't know, but I decided I was going to find out. "Is that so," I said to the attendant, as I smiled and winked back at him. As I did, I glanced down at his package which was now itself starting to show signs of growth. He apparently didn't expect this, so he moved a little more behind his counter, seemingly trying to conceal himself. It was so cute. "Yes, Sir," he said, a little sheepishly. "Hmmmmm," I thought to myself. "This might be a little fun." "Well, then," I said to the attendant, "I guess I'll have to make the most of it. Please lay some towels out on my chair. I'll swim a few laps till you get it ready. "Oh and get me a beer and some suntan oil also. I'll need your assistance in rubbing suntan oil all over me--and I mean ALL over me, if you catch my drift--when I'm done with my laps. You don't mind, do you?" "Uh, I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that, Sir," he said. "I don't think you have to worry about that, Dude," I said. "You just leave that to me--unless you'd prefer NOT to do it? I certainly don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." I smiled broadly at him as I winked again and ran my tongue slowly over my lips. "Uh, Sir," he said, after hesitating a few seconds. "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do than get my hands on that monster . . . uh . . . I'm really sorry, Sir. What I mean is . . . ." "I know EXACTLY what you mean, Dude," I said, with a big, naughty smile on my face. "You're not the first man who's wanted to get their hands on this monster, though it's the first time I've ever heard it called that, and I think I like it, actually. "And by the way, Babe, you're fucking cute. I think I'd really like you to get your hands on it! So, if you'd like to get your hands on this monster, get your cute little ass moving!" "Yes, Sir!" he said, as he rushed to get the things I had asked for. As the attendant went about his duties, I went up to the pool, painfully slowly, so all the attorneys around and in the pool could have a good look at my package--and they did. I dove in and started swimming. After about 10 laps, I looked up, and the attendant was standing by my chair smiling at me. He had placed towels on my chair, and he had also placed the glass of beer and the bottle of suntan oil he had brought on a small table beside my chair. I left the pool and sat down on the chair. The attendant handed me the glass of beer. "Your beer, Sir," he said, as he handed it to me. "Thank you," I replied. I took a long drink of the beer and set it back down on the table. Then I turned over on my back. "Please start applying the suntan oil now," I told the attendant. As he started to rub the oil on my back, Ted walked up and asked me whether I'd prefer to have the masseur assist me. I told him no thanks, I'd prefer to have the attendant do it, if that was all right, because he'd provided such good assistance with my swimsuit. Ted said that would be fine. I could have whatever I wanted. The attendant finished oiling my back and then oiled the backs of my legs and arms. I then asked him to take off my swimsuit so he could oil my ass because I didn't want to get any tan lines--not that I was likely to get any tan lines, given how skimpy the suit was. I said this in a rather loud voice so everyone would know what I told him. I leaned over and whispered to him to play with my asshole some after he was done oiling my ass. He chuckled. As the attendant started massaging my asshole, I started groaning with pleasure. He giggled. Everyone watched the two of us intently. After a couple of minutes, I whispered to him that it was enough and that I was going to turn over so he could do my front. "You're not going to turn over and let everyone see that monster of yours, are you?" he said quietly. "Why not?" I answered just as quietly. "That's what all these horny attorneys want, isn't it? That's why they put me in this skimpy pair of mesh underwear, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is," he said, with an almost evil-like smile. "OK, then get up and get back a few steps so they can all get a good look." The attendant laughed out loud but tried to stifle it as much as he could. I got up in a pushup position just enough to turn over. I paused for a second, just long enough so that my huge cock and balls had enough time to fall, thus pointing straight down in all their glory. Then, I went to a kneeling position, just long enough so they would come to rest heavily between my legs, thus disappearing temporarily from view. I'm a fucking tease, almost as much as I am an exhibitionist. Finally, I flipped over onto my back. Naturally, my huge cock and balls ended up resting helter-skelter between my legs in one messy clump. So, I had to grab them, the cock with one hand--of course, one hand covers just a small part of it--and the balls with the other, in order to reposition them between my legs exactly where they belong. I deliberately took much longer to accomplish this than I needed. All the while I could see out of the corner of my eyes that many, many eyes were watching the show. But I never looked at anyone directly. And as I put both hands on my package, I let my eyes roll up into the back of my head pretending to be giving myself intense pleasure. I pulled the foreskin back and forth gently with one hand, using some precum to lubricate the head of my cock gently with the index finger of my other hand. God I'm good! What a fucking tease I am!! After about 15 seconds I stopped. The attendant needed no cue. He started oiling my chest and eventually started on my arms. "Sir, . . ." the attendant started. I interrupted him and said, "It's `Lance,' Dude. Once you've massaged someone's asshole, you don't call him `Sir' anymore." We both started chuckling. Everyone must have noticed we were having a lot of fun and wondered what we were saying to each other. "Sure, Lance," he said, playfully. "And I guess you should know the name of the dude who was massaging your asshole, too, that is, if you're interested." He was a fucking tease, too. He bent down and dared to give me a quick kiss. His lips were incredibly soft and moist. I pulled his head back down and gave him a long, passionate kiss. I would have thought it might have shocked him. It didn't because he responded as if we'd been lovers forever. And he was fucking good. I mean GOOD! His lips and his tongue knew just where to go and how long to stay there. "Does that answer your question, Babe?" I asked. "It's Josh, Lance, Josh," he said. "Where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that, Dude, I mean, Josh?" I asked him. "I've been fortunate, Lance," he said. "I've had some fantastic boyfriends who've been great kissers." "You have, Babe," I said. "That's obvious. "I can count on my hand the number of men and boys whom I've been with who can kiss as well or better than you, Josh. And I've kissed more men than you'll ever be with, Babe. Trust me." "You're just being nice to me, Lance," he said. "No, I really mean it," I insisted. "Thanks, Lance," he said. "But everyone's looking at us. "Let me finish you up here." "OK," I said. "But you've still got the good parts to do." "Yeah, I know," he chuckled. "This might get even more interesting." Josh was right, not only about the immediate situation but about what was going to happen throughout the rest of the day, though I didn't know it yet. As for the immediate situation, even more attorneys had gathered nearby and were watching the show intently. It wasn't clear to me whether all of them approved, but it was totally clear that they were all so fucking turned on that they weren't sure what to do. Some of them were massaging their crotches. The older ones seemed to be more obvious about it than the younger ones. But it seemed they were all trying not to let me see they were doing it. I wasn't really sure what to make of all of it yet. It was obvious these guys knew I was gay since they had contacted me through the gay and lesbian group at school. And it was obvious they wanted to see my package because of the "swimsuit" they gave me. Did they want me to do what I was doing? Or were they testing me to see if I could keep myself under control? Well, I had already failed that test. Were they doing something else? As far as I was concerned, I was going with the flow. I might as well be myself and see where it got me. I was a horny bitch with a huge cock, and they might as well know it now. If they didn't like it, then they could find someone else to hire. Josh oiled my legs and feet, taking care to go slowly and do the best he could to act like he was trying to avoid my package when he oiled my legs up near my crotch. This wasn't all that easy given the size of my package. Naturally, he grazed it from time to time. I groaned when he did, more loudly than I really needed to. Then he took off my sunglasses and placed them on the table. He looked down at me and smiled and then oiled my face. As he finished with my face, I opened my eyes and looked up into his gorgeous face. "This is it, Babe," I said to him. "You want to go for it?" "Hey, Dude," he said. "When do you think I'll ever get a crack at something like that ever again? Of course I want to go for it!" "OK, Babe," I said. "Oil me up down there. "Let's start slow. Let's make it look like you're really seducing me, just for show." Josh giggled, then kissed me gently, put oil generously on both his hands, and started rubbing it all over my huge cock and balls. It didn't take long till my cock was totally erect. The boy was a natural. I've never had anyone work a foreskin better than he did. With one hand working over the monster and one hand gently massaging my huge balls, I felt sensations I'd never felt before. He was so fucking good! I started moaning and groaning, much to the delight of everyone else there. I got louder and louder. I was getting closer and closer to having an orgasm. After about five minutes, Josh stopped, retrieved my "suit," slid it back up my legs, under my hips, and over my package. He smiled, and gave me a long, soft, passionate kiss. "I hate to get you so turned on and leave, Babe," he said. "but I shouldn't make you cum in front of everyone. I'm not sure how everyone would react to that." "I suppose you're right, Josh," I reluctantly agree. "Thanks for applying the oil, and for the beer, too. "It was fucking great. Really! I can't understand how someone so young can be such a whore," I said, winking at him. "Thanks," he said. "I'll take that as a compliment. "And, I hope you won't take offense, Lance, but I can tell you're just about the biggest slut I've ever met." He giggled, smiled, and gave me another quick peck. "How'd you know?" I said, with a big smile on my face, as he rose from his kiss. "You'd better sun yourself for only about a half hour or so," he said, "and then swim a few laps. That's about all the time you have left before someone will be by to pick you up to play tennis." "OK, Babe," I said. "Thanks again." "Oh, and Dude, I mean, Lance," he added. "I really hope you get an offer and accept a position with the firm so we can do this again and again, and much, much more, too." He gave me yet another quick kiss, then he picked up the bottle of oil and left. After sunning myself for a while, I decided to get into the pool and swim a few laps to cool off. I was still horny as hell, but the cool water helped shrink my hard on and relieve the horniness, at least a little. A few minutes later, someone I hadn't yet met came up to me in the pool. "Hi Lance. I'm Paul. We'll be starting our tennis game in about 10 minutes. "Better get out of that, uh, suit and into your tennis clothes right away. Go over there to the gorgeous Italian stud in the red shorts. He's got your tennis clothes and will show you where to change into them." "OK, Paul," I said. "Be right with you." I got out of the pool, dried off, and hurried over to the Italian stud. God, Paul was right. He was definitely gorgeous, and he was definitely a stud. Sounded like Paul might be gay too. That was certainly OK with me. He wasn't bad either. The stud smiled broadly at me and glanced at my ass. I couldn't resist teasing him. "You like it, Dude?" I asked him. "Uh, I'm sorry, Sir," he answered quickly. "I don't mind, Stud. I like all the attention I can get." He blushed. "Please don't tell anyone," he said. "I'm new here. I might get in trouble." "Your secret's safe with me, Stud," I said. "By the way, I think you're fucking hot as hell, and I know of at least one other attorney here who does, too." "Thanks, Dude," he said. "Here are your tennis clothes. There's the place to change. If anyone asks, please say that we never talked about this." "Sure," I responded. "No problem. "I promise. As long as you promise to think of me the next time you're fucking some dude's tight little ass." "Oh, fuck, Dude," he said. "You're killing me here." "OK, OK," I said. "I'll be right back. As far as anyone else is concerned, I was just asking you how you like working here, and you were telling me you love it." "Thanks, Dude," he said with a big smile. "Thanks a lot." I changed into my tennis clothes. Just like the swimsuit, the tennis clothes were about two sizes too small and hugged my ass, package, chest, and arms like a second skin. The legs of the shorts were cut nearly as high as my crotch. Naturally, they provided no jock strap or any other undergarment. I didn't bother to ask for one, though, because I knew what the answer would be. But I really didn't need one. The shorts were so tight that I didn't have to fear my cock or balls would fall through the legs. All the clothes were also as sheer as they could possibly be without being absolutely obscene. Nevertheless, the location of my package was clearly visible at all times, and the shirt was so tight that my nipples, pecs, abs, triceps, and biceps were always on display. Naturally, as I suspected, when I got to the tennis courts, I found that no one else was wearing anything as short, tight, or as remotely transparent. Before I ran to the tennis court, however, I gave my "suit" to the Italian stud. I reminded him that the ass he seemed to like--mine, that is--had spent about an hour pent up tightly in the "suit". So, he might want to consider keeping it as a trophy, that is, if he thought it wouldn't get him into any trouble. He looked at me with daggers in his eyes but with a smile at the same time. God, how I love being a flirtatious bitch! We played tennis for about an hour. That was all I could take. I wasn't that good because I was so out of practice. I kept apologizing for my mistakes and finally couldn't stand my ineptitude any longer. Paul said that it was OK because they were just about ready to start riding. He motioned to where the stable boy was. "See him, and he'll set you up with a riding outfit and a horse. Leave your tennis clothes with him, too." I went to the stable boy. He was so fucking cute and only about 15. Be still my heart! I just knew he had to be a virgin. I can ALWAYS sense it, and I'm NEVER wrong about it. It was killing me that I couldn't seduce him right then and there and pop his cherry. I'm such a lech! I seriously considered possibly sacrificing my chances with the firm to go for it, but I kept myself under control that time. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. He gave me a riding outfit and showed me where to change. This outfit really turned me on. I'd never been in a real riding outfit complete with high black leather boots. The breeches were soooo fucking tight--naturally that the only place I had for the monster was to slide it down alongside my right leg where the pants squeezed it firmly into place. Once again, naturally, no jock strap or undergarment was provided. This time I worried if I might hurt myself, though. My big fucking balls my really get squeezed bouncing up and down on that leather saddle. I guess I'd have to tuck them down the right leg, too. Fortunately, my sac hung low enough that that worked. The shirt was the traditional white, but it was a tight, form-fitting, thin, Lycra shirt that hugged my body like a glove, whereas everyone else's was loose and made of cotton. They also must have put some chemical substance on the area where my nipples touched the shirt because as soon as I put it on, my nipples became cool and hard and stayed that way until I took it off. I wish I'd been able to get a picture of myself in the riding outfit to show Matt. I looked great! I could have been a character in a porn movie fucking the proverbial underage stable boy. I wondered what he had in his pants. I stared at his package until I caught his attention, smiled, and winked at him. He got red in the face. He smiled too but turned away. God, I wanted to fuck that little bitch! Soon I was out riding with five attorneys. We trotted and galloped around for about two hours. It was a lot of fun, though they seemed to eye my crotch and nipples every chance they got. And they all had BIG smiles on their faces whenever they did. Not to be outdone, I always smiled back, and sometimes even glanced at their packages, making sure to give them the impression that it didn't bother me at all how much they wanted to stare at what I had to offer. After the first hour or so, I thought my ass was going to be very sore for a while. I wasn't sure whether Matt would be able to fuck it after I got back home for a long, long time. Guess I'd just have to fuck him. That made me chuckle a little. When we returned to the stables, we all gave our horses to the stable boy. The other men then went into the house where their clothes were and where they said they would shower. They told me that the stable boy had the clothes I would need for lunch. The stable boy showed me where the shower was and gave me a towel. When I was done showering and had dried off, I walked out into another room. He walked in with another towel, pointed to a sink, and said that's where I could shave. I took off my towel to give to the stable boy. He noticed my huge cock and swallowed hard. "God!" he said before he could catch himself. "What the matter?" I said, knowing full well what the problem was. "Nothing, Sir," he said. "I'm sorry." "Speak up, Dude," I said. "Don't be shy. I won't tell anyone." "No, Sir," he said. "I shouldn't say anything. Please! Just forget it." I had an eerie feeling at this point. I noticed that the whole room was full of mirrors going almost from floor to ceiling. Then it hit me: the room was surrounded by two-way mirrors. The poor stable boy didn't dare say anything because we were being watched, probably listened too as well, and he knew it. "No problem, Dude," I said. "I understand. I really wish you didn't have to leave, though. You're cute as hell," I said, as I winked at him. "Thanks," he said, red-faced. "I really wish I could stay, too, uh, Sir," he added, as he gave me a weak smile and glanced again quickly at my package. He showed me where the razor and shaving cream were and left quickly. I shaved and brushed my teeth as fast as I could. Then I decided I'd have some fun with the lecherous bitches on the other side of the mirrors. And, being the exhibitionist that I am, this was going to be a lot of fun. I took some shaving cream, smeared it on the monster, getting it hard and to its full 12½" length. Then I started jerking off. Just to look like I had no idea I was being watched or listened to, I kept looking in the direction where the stable boy had left, as if I was concerned that he might return. However, I knew no one would actually come in before I finished because they were all enjoying the show too much. It was exquisite revenge on the whole bunch of them. There I was, standing with my size 13 feet planted firmly on the floor about four feet apart, leaning slightly back at the waist, jerking off my huge, uncut, thick, 12½" in length and 7-1/2 "in girth cock. My huge balls, which are somewhere between the size of golf and tennis balls, hung halfway down to my knees in a huge sac. I made sure they swung back and forth, almost obscenely, as I squeezed the thick foreskin slowly up and down over the huge head of the monster, as I groaned deeply in extreme ecstasy. I was already dripping copious amounts of precum. There was one additional trait of the monster that I wondered whether all the attorneys were aware of before then. They probably were since they knew everything else about me. But if not, I was going to make sure they were now by taking as long as I could to finish the show and make them view the monster forward, backward, sideways, up, down, and every other way I could think of. As I mentioned at the beginning of my narrative, my cock is inexplicably dark compared to the rest of my pale body. I must have had a Spaniard, Italian, Greek, or Black man in my ancestry who bequeathed me his enormous, gorgeous fucking cock. The contrast of my dark cock and my fair skin make the combination look incredible! I will always be in debt to my dark ancestor, however far back in my ancestry he was, for the unbelievable life of fucking I enjoy as a result of his fucking his way into my family. My huge, dark cock is a man magnet that gives me complete power over any gay man I've ever met. In addition, most straight men are mesmerized by it when they see it and want to touch it at the very least. They usually end up begging me to let them jerk it off and many end up doing do even more with it. I stretched the masturbation show out for about 15 minutes as I moaned and groaned--more than was really warranted. I flexed various muscles to accentuate my actions to show how much the pleasure was making me tense up. Sometimes as I jerked, I tightened my abs. This looked great. Sometimes I tensed my quads--also a fantastic look. Sometimes I tightened the biceps and triceps as I stroked, which looked even better because it looked like I was squeezing the shit out of the monster. But, of course, the all-time favorite is pulling hard on the nipples with one hand while you jerk with the other. If I didn't know better, I swear I heard all of the bitches on the other side of the mirrors groan when I did that. I made the violent thrusts directly toward the mirrors and in all directions since I wasn't sure exactly where all the lecherous attorneys were positioned on the other side of the mirrors. I sometimes even shoved the fingers of the hand I wasn't using to jerk off up my ass as far as I could get it. I jerked violently as if I had reached my prostate and was massaging it successfully to my ultimate pleasure. A couple of times I turned my ass to the mirrors and made them watch me shove my finger(s) up my ass. As I got close to cumming, I started to verbalize my pleasure to make the show more enjoyable for the spectators. "Oh, fuck! Jesus! Damn! Shit! Oh, that's so fucking good," I said, as I threw my head back and rolled my eyes back into my head. Then I looked with satisfaction directly into the mirrors and smiled broadly. "God, look at that big mother fucking cock! It's sooooo fucking big! What a huge monster! "You're such a fucking man magnet!! What a delicious fucking curse!! "You're such a lucky fucking whore!!!" Then I let loose a deep guttural laugh. Then I started stroking myself as I lost all control. "Damn, that's such a big cock! Squeeze that shit out, fucker, squeeze that jizz out!! "Oh, fuck! Oh, mother fuck!! Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . OH OH OH OH OH OH !!!!" Finally, I came, and I came, and I came, as I leaned back as far as I could at the waist without losing my balance, so I looked like I was shooting a gun from a holster. I shot all over the mirrors, one rope in each of the three directions, then a second one, just so everyone had a shot at being "hit." I hoped it looked to them like the cum was shooting right at them. Then I had a brilliant thought: I licked the cum off the mirrors, smearing it with my tongue as I did it, just to drive them completely insane. And, as I licked up the cum, I fucked the mirrors, rubbing the still-erect monster up and down the length of the mirrors, and I groaned a hoarse, deep, load groan. And I was careful to make the foreskin come in and out as I fucked the mirrors. It was one incredible show. After it was done, I cleaned myself and everything else up, acting a little gun shy, like I wanted to make sure no one ever found out what I had done, and like I was waiting for the stable boy to return with my clothes, that is, as if I knew nothing was going on behind the mirrors. But instead of the stable boy, two cute young attorneys came in from the direction the stable boy had left. "Wow, Lance!" one of them said. "The stable boy was right. You've definitely got quite a package: cock and balls both!" "Thanks . . . I guess . . . guys," I said. "What's going on? Why don't I have my lunch clothes yet?" "You'll understand all that in just a few seconds," the other one said. "Come along with us." "Whoa, Dudes!" I said. "I don't want to go out anywhere without my clothes." "Listen, Lance," the first one said. "You haven't got anything to worry about. "You're going to have to trust us on this, Lance. Think about everything that has happened since the limo picked you up at your apartment yesterday. `Do you think we'd have gone to all this trouble and expense just to embarrass you and then never see you again? Do you think one third-year law school law student is worth all that?" He smiled and then winked at me. "No, that doesn't sound too logical, I guess," I replied. "OK, then," the first one said. "Let's go." The two of them led me through the back of the stables through a long hallway. Next, we went down another hallway to a door at the end of it. They opened the door and then motioned for me to go through it first. When I did, I looked in front of me into a large room. In the room were all the attorneys of the law firm, the 25 good-looking attorneys I'd had dinner with the evening before and a few other good-looking ones that hadn't been able to attend the dinner. They were all looking at me and applauding wildly. "Welcome, Lance. I'm Jim, the partner-in-charge of our firm. Sorry I couldn't have dinner with you last evening. Please come in and join us." I couldn't believe it! I was completely nude in front of about 30 good looking attorneys who were all dressed!! What the fuck was going on? Were they crazy? Was I crazy? It didn't look like they'd planned an orgy Otherwise, they would have been nude. What were these lecherous professionals--esteemed members of the bar, no less--up to? Nevertheless, I decided I was going to play along and find out what was going on. I'd come this far, so why chicken out now? Besides, it's not like I'd ever been ashamed to display my body. I mean, I'd been a stripper and an escort in college. And if these bitches wanted a fucking show, I'd give it to them. So, I swaggered and strutted a little as I walked into the room to encourage my cock and balls to sway back and forth. I figured I'd exhibit my wares just as much as I could. It was getting obvious to me by now that they liked what they saw, and they wanted to see it--all of it. I thought, let's make the bitches suffer! "As you have probably gathered by now, Lance," Jim continued, "we have a rather unusual law firm." "Yes, Sir," I said. "I would have to say that's quite an understatement." The attorneys laughed raucously. "Calm down, guys," Jim said. "Please call me `Jim,' Lance." "OK, Jim," I said. "Lance," he said, "as you may have also gathered by now, everyone who works at our firm is gay. Of course, we know you're gay, too. We know basically everything about you. "The only thing we didn't know about you was just exactly how well-endowed you are, though our investigation had quite accurately indicated that in your case, you are quite substantially well-endowed. "You see, not only do you have to be gay and have excellent academic credentials to join our firm, but your cock also has to be at least 8" when erect uncut or 9" when erect cut to be accepted. This latter qualification, however, is something we almost never can determine precisely until we conduct a second interview here. Of course, in your case, your reputation from your days as an escort indicated you had more than enough to meet our requirements. "In addition to working at our firm, our attorneys must also join our exclusive gay gym. The gym's members actively engage in gay sex with each other while at the gym. If you accept our offer to work at our firm, you must accept those conditions as well. "We find this arrangement especially advantageous to new associates because it provides an outlet for their sexual needs, which tend to be great at their age. urthermore, young associates usually have very little time and effort to spend finding sexual partners, given the pressure to charge a large number of billable hours for the first few years they are at our firm. "Lance, your substantial endowment would be a special addition to our firm and especially to our gym. The largest endowment we currently have is a 10" length by 6" girth cock, and yours surpasses that significantly. "You would, therefore, be in constant demand at the gym, more so than any other member of the firm. We would therefore have to take special measures to enable you to provide your services to our members on a fair and equal basis. "As you well know, Lance, your 12½" length by 7½" girth cock is an incredible gift that gives you incredible power over men. We are offering you an opportunity to use that power to your advantage and to be compensated for it handsomely. This is something that you are not going to find anywhere else. "In short, Lance, we need you. We need your huge cock. We are admitting to you openly our weakness and our vulnerability like no one else would ever do. "Furthermore, it doesn't hurt that you're incredibly attractive and well built. You could have an incredible life here, Lance. You would be effectively the `King of the Gym.' "As for your salary, I think you will be pleased with this offer: associates are offered $20,000 per inch of cock, plus an additional $10,000 if uncut, plus a $50,000 signing bonus if uncut. "That amounts to, in your case, $310,000 the first year, not including COLA and merit raises. We will also provide you with a Ferrari, as the `King of the Gym,' something we do not provide other attorneys, as well as moving expenses. "In addition, we guarantee you will make partner within four years provided you demonstrate a minimally acceptable level of performance as an attorney, since we realize your responsibilities at the gym will require a lot of your time and effort. "You should know, however, that additional duties will be required of you in your capacity as the so-called `King of the Gym.' For these duties you would receive an additional $50,000 per year. "If you think you might be interested in joining the firm based on everything else, we have discussed so far, you and I can discuss what your additional duties at the gym would be over the phone tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. We ask that you give us your answer within one week after you and I discuss those additional duties. "Finally, before we have lunch, as an expression of our appreciation for considering our offer and for everything we have put you through today, you are entitled to one additional consideration right now, whether or not you decide to accept our offer. You may select anyone here to give you a blow job, and anyone here whom you may fuck or whom you may have fuck you now, in front of all of us. "Wow, Jim!" I said. "I'm speechless. Let me say that, at the moment, although I would like to let this all sink in for a day or two, I'm about 99% sure I'll be accepting your offer, assuming I have no problem with the additional duties required at the gym and provided a few other minor things can be worked out." Uproarious applause broke out among the attorneys. "In addition," I said, "from what I can see in front of me, I look forward to fucking all of you as soon and as often as possible." More applause and laughter broke out. "As for the immediate blow job and the fuck, let me see . . .," I said, "let me have all the blond-haired, blue-eyed associates who have been here for two years or less come up here." "You heard him, guys," Jim said. "Those who qualify, get up here. Now!" Three gorgeous young men ran up in front of me. I selected the cutest, youngest-looking one with the cutest ass. "He'll do," I said, "for the blow job, that is." He started to go for my cock like a starved man who hadn't eaten in over a week. "Not so fast," I said. "Wait just a second." "Now I'd like to have everyone who has never been fucked in the ass come here," I said. "And don't tell me there's no one here among nearly 30 attorneys who's never been fucked because I won't believe it. There's always at least one." The attorneys all chuckled. After a few seconds, a few attorneys stepped forward, all of them obviously quite embarrassed. Jim was one of them. I winked at him. He was kind of cute, but he really wasn't my type. He wasn't blond. He was dark. "You want to be the first one at the firm I fuck, Jim?" I said softly as I smiled at him. "Like I said, Lance," he said. "It's your choice." I could tell by the look on Jim's face that although he'd like to have me be the first one to fuck him, this was not the right time or place for it. So, I whispered in his ear that I'd be glad to fuck him sometime in private, but I thought it'd be better to choose someone else at that time. Jim said he thought that might be best, though if I didn't accept the offer, he wanted me to promise him to come back and fuck him some other time. I told him he was a whore. He laughed and said most of the attorneys there are. There were two others. One was a very young associate, blond, blue-eyed, and tall. I asked Jim what the kid's story was. Jim said he had played sports in college. He was shy. He was exclusively a top. Apparently, that's why no one had fucked him before. I thought this was the perfect one to tame. I'm such a naughty, nasty bitch. "You," I said, as I motioned to the kid. "I think you'll be the one I fuck." "Yes, Lance," he said as he approached me. He leaned into me and put his mouth to my ear. He was shaking, he was so terrified. "But please be gentle with me, Lance," he said. "I'm scared to death. "You're so fucking big. Please don't hurt me. Please." He was literally begging me. I whispered back in his ear. "Trust me, Baby. It'll hurt at first, but I'll prepare you as much as I can, so it hurts as little as possible. "And in any case, by the time I'm done, you'll be thanking me that I did it, and you'll be coming back over and over asking for more. "I promise. You'll wonder why you've always been only a top." "Thanks, Lance," he said, with a big smile on his face. "I'll trust you." He kissed me softly on my ear. I then motioned for Jim that I wanted to whisper something in his ear. He walked over to me. I told him I wanted to fuck the stable boy, and I wanted him to arrange it ASAP. Jim smiled and said he'd see what he could do. Then he told me I was a nasty lech. I told him that he must already know that since he knew everything else about me. He laughed and said, "Absolutely!" I then told Jim I was sure the stable boy was a virgin and I wanted him to arrange that he stay that way till I started working there. If he did, I'd consider it a BIG favor. Jim smiled at me and said in that case he'd REALLY see what he could do. I told him he wouldn't regret it. "Jim," I then said out loud to everyone present. "I have one more thing I need to say at this point to everyone present." "Go ahead, Lance," he said. "Listen up everyone." "Gentlemen, I am currently in a very committed relationship. Matt, my partner, is a first-year law student at my law school. "He is the love of my life. I would literally take a bullet for him. It is tearing both of us up inside that we have to break up in just a few months, but we both know we have to move on at the end of the school year. "Given that inevitability," I continued, "the two of us are cramming as many memories into these final months as we can, both sexual and romantic. I don't want to do anything to ruin that in any way, such as being unfaithful here today. "Therefore, I'd like to defer my sexual liaisons with these two beautiful young men until shortly after I join the firm later this spring, or, if you are unwilling to do that, I would prefer to decline your offer of the services of these two men with no offense intended." "Lance," Jim began, "We all know how important Matt is to you, and we want you to know how much we sincerely sympathize with the situation in which you find yourself with regard to that relationship. I believe I speak for everyone here when I say that we respect and admire your desire to avoid any interference with your relationship with Matt before it has ended. "Therefore, I grant your request. You may defer your liaisons until you join the firm. Just notify me as soon as you can after you start with us when you wish to follow through, and I'll make the necessary arrangements." "Thanks, Jim," I said. "I think I'll be really happy here. I know for sure that the monster is going to like it here." Everyone laughed again. The stable boy then brought me my lunch clothes. After he handed them to me, Jim signaled him. He went over to see Jim. Jim whispered something in his ear. The boy turned beat red but smiled a little also. The boy then came back over to me and whispered into my ear. I had already put on my clothes. "Sir," he said. "I'm very flattered, but your cock. It's so big. "And I'm a virgin. I don't think I could do it. "Mr. Jim says I must, but I'm very, very scared. Do I have to?" "Son," I said. "Please don't be scared. I am an expert on this. "With boys your age, I take a long time to do this. I'll prepare you for three days before we finally do it. "Please trust me. I won't pretend that it won't hurt a little. "But I promise you that once it's over, you will thank me, and you'll come back to me over and over and ask me to do it again and again. Will you trust me?" "Yes, Sir," he said, with a big grin. "In that case, it sounds like fun." "But you must promise me not to do it with anyone else till I do it with you in a few months, OK?" I warned him. "Yes, Sir," he said. "I promise." "Good," I said, and I gave him a sweet little kiss on his soft lips. It was delicious. He was surprised, but he obviously liked it, though he got very embarrassed when he realized so many others were watching. We all sat down for a sumptuous lunch. Afterward, we all left the estate. I was driven by limo directly to the airport where I boarded the private jet back home. When I landed, another limo took me back to the apartment. When I opened the door, Matt was waiting for me, anxiously wanting to hear all about the trip. I told him everything. "That's un-fucking believable!" he said, after I completed the whole story. "I know," I said, "but I swear it's all true." "Good God, Babe!" he said. "You'll never lack for sex again. I'm soooooooooo jealous already." "You shouldn't be, Babe," I said, "because I have a big surprise for you." "What, Babe?" he asked. "Spring break is in two weeks, right?" I asked him. "Yeah, that's right," he said. "Well, we're going to Paris and Monte Carlo," I told him. "You know I can't afford that, Babe!" he said. "Who said you're going to pay for anything?" I responded. "Lance, I can't let you do that," he said. "Babe, didn't you just hear the salary I'm going to be making?" I asked him. "I know, but that's your money, Lance, not mine," he said. "Babe, as long as we're married, and we'll be married for a couple more months, what's mine is yours," I said. "You mean it, Lance? Paris? And Monte Carlo?" he asked in total disbelief. "Yup. Your passport up to date?" I asked. "Don't have one," he answered. "Well, we'll get that started tomorrow," I said. "Right now, I've got to make travel and hotel reservations." "I don't fucking believe all this is happening!" he said. "Believe it, Matt," I said. "Now you get started studying. "You'll have to really hit the books for the next couple of weeks so you can justify being away from them for 9 days. After we get back, your 1st year 2nd semester exams will be less that one month away." "You got it, Babe," he agreed. "By the way, I missed you so much last night when I had to sleep alone. Except for the days you were in the hospital, it was the first time we hadn't slept together since Christmas break. And even when you were in the hospital, at least I was there with you." "I know," I said. "I really missed you, too. Especially not getting my goodnight kiss." "And by the way, Babe," he continued, "I REALLY do appreciate it that you decided not to have sex with those two attorneys. You really didn't have to do it. "That could have hurt your chances, you know. You took a risk just for me. I'll never forget it, and I'll always love you for it." "Go on," I said. "You talk too much. You'll make me well up." Then I pulled him down and kissed him long and hard. "I love you too, you big lug," I said. "Now go study." "On the other hand," he said, "you didn't have to enjoy kissing that fucking pool attendant Josh so much. And you also didn't have to arrange to proposition a 15-year-old virgin stable boy whom you'll get to fuck and pop his cherry as soon as you get there!" He acted like he was a little angry and a little hurt. But I knew he was joking. We both fell into each other's arms laughing. I reached up and pulled his head down to mine again and kissed him. The kiss seemed to last forever. It was soft and deep and hot and wet. We didn't want it ever to end. Finally, I slowly released his soft lips and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "He didn't kiss half as well as you do, Babe," I said. "That's right, Babe," he said pointedly. "And don't you ever fucking forget it!" "I won't, Matt," I said. "I promise." "And as for the virgin stable boy," I said, "please, babe, you know that's my biggest weakness, fucking virgins. At least I kept myself from fucking him while I was there. That was one of the hardest things I've ever done. You've got to give me credit for that--a lot." "I know, Babe, I know," he said. "All in all, you really were a very good boy. "The bitches really did tempt you constantly, didn't they? It's amazing you didn't start fucking the minute you got in the limo here, fuck on the plane there, fuck in the limo to the hotel, fuck at a gay club, fuck at the hotel, fuck in the limo to the estate, fuck the pool attendant, fuck the tennis clothes attendant, fuck someone on the tennis court, fuck someone while riding horses, fuck the stable boy, fuck a young attorney, get blown by a young attorney, fuck in the limo back to the plane, fuck on the place back, and fuck on the limo ride back here. That's 16 fucks, and you didn't do any, so I think you did alright." "Yeah," I said, "when you look at it that way, I guess I was pretty faithful and passed the temptation test pretty well. I do love you, Matt. I can't imagine ever loving anyone ever again as much as I do you right at this moment." "I know, Babe," he said. "I love you more than anything or anyone, Lance." We made love the rest of the night like we knew the end was coming soon but also like we weren't going to let it bother us. It was one of the best sexual experiences we ever had. It was romantic, passionate, and nasty all at the same time. It wasn't the single most romantic experience we had together, or the single most passionate, or the single nastiest. But it was definitely the single best experience that combined all those elements together into one, as it went back and forth between all three. It was fantastic! I'll always remember it. And I've got permanent fingernail scars on my back to prove that Matt will always remember it also. God, how much I love him! I thought to myself. I wanted to pack a lot of memories into our too-short trip to Paris and Monte Carlo, as well as the rest of our remaining time together after that. I owed him so much. I already missed him so much, and it wasn't even over yet. I had to stop thinking that way or else I wouldn't be able to enjoy our last two months together at all. But I knew it was going to be so hard. Love is so wonderful, but sometimes it can really stink, too. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower case "L", not the numeral "1".