Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2012 17:06:45 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: Rick's Diary Part 6 - Seducing the Jock Seducing the Jock After Mike came down from his climax and was breathing normally, he came over to my bed. He was unsure what to do. Mainly, he was staring at me having a hard time imagining I was a girl. With his hands shaking, he touched my hair and face like I did to him. His big, rough hands felt like sandpaper on my face. "You are sanding my face away. Please be gentle." "Oh. Sorry." He switched to a lighter touch, but it felt like touching, not petting. "Can you try to be more sensual?" "Sensual?" Damn, this is going to be tough. "Yeah, like... appreciating a piece of art?" There was a confused look on his face. My bad. I got to think of metaphors dumb jocks can understand. "Let me try again. It's like... you see a really beautiful girl and you admire her, worship her. You are touching her face like she's an angel, a goddess." I was impressed with myself. "But you are not a beautiful girl." I wanted to smack him in the face. "No, but we are pretending, you see?" "Ok. I'll try." This time he did slightly better, but still far from being "sensual". I sighed. "What now?" "Nothing. Just go on." He resumed touching my face, then went down to my neck. He was touching me with both hands, a little too hard. "You are not trying to strangle me, are you?" "Forget it! I can't do this!" He was visibly upset. "Hey, I'm sorry. You are doing fine. Just need to be gentle. Remember, gentle." He sighed and resumed. He was a bit gentler this time. He squeezed my shoulders a couple of times. Was that his idea of a massage? However, I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want him to stop. But at this rate I'm not sure if I want him to handle my cock. He went down and touched my chest. He pressed on my nipples like they were buttons. I glared at him. "Sorry. Gentle, right?" I closed my eyes. "Run circles on my nipples." He did. It wasn't that bad. "Good... you are getting the hang of it." I had to give him some encouragement so he'd continue. He slowly went down, touching my stomach. He felt around my muscles and my sides. Then he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my pants. He slowly pulled my pants down. I lifted my butt to let him. He proceeded to touch my legs, feeling all over. It was like he was washing my legs. I again bit my lips and endured. He quickly went back to my cock. I could tell he was not interested in touching my legs. He lowered my underwear to reveal my cock. It was semi-hard. The fact that it wasn't hard was a testimony of how terrible he was. He gave my cock a few tugs and then started jerking me in earnest. He was jerking me so quickly I opened my eyes and yelled at him. "Hey! You are not trying to make me cum in five minutes! You are trying to make it last longer, remember?" "Yeah, sorry. I guess I'm just used to jerking off that fast." "No wonder you cum in five minutes!" "Ok, I'll slow down." He did, moving up and down in long strokes. "Try milking some precum off me and use it as lube." He did and he took a drop of my precum and smeared it around the cock head, like I did to him earlier. "Yeah, that's it." He began jerking me again, still using a monotonous stroke. "You got to alternate your stroke. Rub the cock head some, then stroke, then play with my balls for a while." "I'm learning to do a girl, not a guy!" He protested. "Yes, but the principles are the same. You rub a girl's clit and pussy lips, then put a finger into her hole, then go back to the clit and so on. Variation, you know?" "Yeah, got it." He started playing with my balls and rubbing my cock head. It was a bad idea asking him to play with my balls. I was almost in tears when he was done with it. "Ok, Mike, just focus on my cock." My voice was like an octave higher. He went back to jerking my cock off. He did it slowly at first, then gradually faster. Very soon he was jerking me at full speed, like he did earlier. I sighed. At this point, I might as well just let him finish. The way he was squeezing my cock made me uncomfortable. I didn't feel like being manhandled, especially on my cock. "Gently, please? I don't want my cock to fall off." He was visibly frustrated, but he did slow down. I let out a deep sigh. I wasn't sure if I was going to get any bruises from this. Asking this burly football player to be gentle is like asking a girl to tackle a 300 lb man: equally pointless. Finally, after jerking me for twenty minutes, during which I felt no arousal, just constant pumping, he was bringing me to a climax. I have never had such an underwhelming orgasm. It was mechanical. I was just hoping to get it over with. I shot a small load on my stomach. I sighed deeply. It was a sigh of relief that it was over. This has gone so wrong. I thought it would be sexy to seduce a straight guy, but I never expected it to suck so badly. He looked at me quizzically, asking me how he did. I wanted to be honest, so I said, "You got to work on it, a lot. There is much room for improvement." He sighed and slumped. "I suck, don't I?" "Right now, yes, but with practice, you'd be better." "You'd help me?" He looked up with a hopeful expression. "Yeah, I'm already helping you, am I not?" "Thanks man, you are so cool! If you can help me be more popular with girls, I'll do anything!" "Anything?" "Well, not ANYthing... but... I'll do your laundry?" "I don't need you to do my laundry." I chuckled. "What do you want then?" "Let me think about that and I'll get back to you. Right now, let's get some sleep, ok?" "Right." He quickly went back to his bed. One thing great about this guy was his compliance. He did whatever he was told. And now that he thought I was helping him be more popular with girls, he totally worshipped me. It's good to be in control.