Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2024 12:46:43 -0500 (EST)
From: JOHN ARNETT <lm51872@comcast.net>
Subject: Lances Story Chapter 5

There was an unfortunate incident a few weeks later, just before first
semester finals. I felt responsible because I had caused Matt to feel too
much like he needed to protect me emotionally during his first semester at
law school.

Instead, he should have been worried solely about himself and should have
been taking care of his own needs and not mine. In any case, it happened,
and we had to deal with it.

One day, Matt and I had stopped in one of the halls at school as we were
finishing a conversation. We were about to split up to attend different
classes when he decided to kiss me quickly on the lips.

One of the other third-year students, a jerk named Dustin Banks, walked by,
saw us kissing, and said to me, "Looks like you found another fag for a
boyfriend, huh, Dawson?"

Matt got immediately enraged. In a split second, he got ready to throw a
punch at Dustin.

"No, Matt!" I yelled, as I got between him and Dustin. Matt threw the
punch, but instead of hitting Dustin, Matt hit me in the left eye.

That got Matt even more enraged, but by that time, fortunately, Dustin was
long gone. And besides, I was on the floor in pain, so Matt decided it was
more important to stay and take care of me.

A crowd started gathering. A few professors started coming by to see what
had happened.

They wanted to restrain Matt from hitting me again. However, I explained it
was an accident, that he was my roommate, which some of the students
confirmed, and that I wanted him to take me home.

That eased their concerns, so Matt picked me up in his strong arms like I
was a stuffed doll, even though I told him I could walk. He took me out to
his car and drove me back to our apartment.

When we got there, he put some ice on my eye. He asked how I was, and I
told him I was fine. Then he broke down and sobbed.

"Hey, Sport. What's the matter?" I asked him.

"I can't believe I did this to you, my best friend, the best friend I've
ever had," he said.

"Geez, Matt," I told him. "It's not as if you did it on purpose."

"It doesn't matter," he replied.

"Yes, it does," I said.

"No, it doesn't!" he insisted.

He went to his room and threw himself down on his bed, still in tears. I
gave him a few minutes before I went back to his room. When I went to his
room, I got down on his bed behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"I've been very unfair to you, Babe," I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I've made you take care of me when I should've been taking care of you," I
said. "This is your first semester in law school. You don't need any other
pressure like I've given you.

"For the next month, I'm going to take care of you. Got it?"

"No," he said.

"Either that, or we're through. I mean it," I said. "Just till you get
through your first semester exams. I'm going to help you study and do your
best.

"I'll take care of everything around here for you. And I don't want you to
feel like you're my protector or that you need to take care of my sexual
needs, though I'll take care of yours."

"No!" he said.

"Listen, big boy," I responded. "I've been in your shoes my whole
life. I've been the protector, so I know how you feel. That's probably why
I've taken advantage of you for the past few months.

"I finally found someone like you who could do it for me. So, I've let you
do it for a change because it's been so nice, and I knew you wanted to do
it because that's the way you liked it also.

"But for right now, you've got to let go of it and let me do it for you. I
know it's hard because you've never been on the other side, Baby.

"But you need it for just a little while. I promise I'll let you go back to
being my protector after finals if you want.

"Although," I said, changing my tone of voice and giggling at this point,
"you might decide you like it that way, and then I'll be stuck with the job
again." Then I started laughing.

Matt smiled and said he would agree to it, but he didn't like it. I gave
him a big hug. He then said he still felt terrible about my eye.

I laughed and said I was kind of hurting too. He laughed at that also.

He kissed me, and then the eye, very gently. He told me he'd do anything if
he could make the pain go away.

"Anything?" I said with a twinkle in my eye.

"You're so easy," he said, and I ripped off his clothes and started sucking
on his cock.  Soon his entire 10½" was down my throat.

"Hey," he said. "I thought I was going to make you feel better!"

"A big fucking cock down my throat is always the best medicine for me,
bitch," I said. "Haven't I ever told you that?"

He just put his head back on his pillow, closed his eyes, started to moan,
and a few minutes later shot a big load down my throat.

"You're amazing!" he said.

"Tell me something I don't know," I said.

"You're also a bitch!" he said, giggling.

"I SAID, tell me something I DON'T know!" I said. We both laughed
hysterically.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of things. The next day, Dean Mills
stopped me in the hall and told me he wanted to see Matt and me in his
office as soon as possible.

I told him we could be there in about 30 minutes. He said that would be
fine.

I found Matt and told him the Dean wanted to see us. He panicked. I told
him it was OK and to let me do all the talking unless the Dean addressed
him directly.

He agreed. We entered the Dean's office and sat down opposite him.

"Look up at me and don't slouch, Mr. Sloan," Dean Mills said. "You're going
to be an attorney in a few years, and you're going to be upset often. But
you can't let opposing counsel notice it, or you'll lose a lot of your
cases."

"Yes, Dean Mills" Matt responded.

It was encouraging that the Dean had said Matt was going to be an attorney
in a few years. It appeared to indicate he didn't intend to expel Matt. I'm
not sure Matt caught the inference, however.

"I'll come right to the point, gentlemen," Dean Mills said. "Rumor has it
that something out of the ordinary took place yesterday, and judging from
the shiner on Mr. Dawson's eye, the rumor seems to be true. Would you like
to tell me about it?"

"Uh, Dean Mills," I said, "it really wasn't anything. Matt hit me in the
eye by accident.  Matt and I are roommates. It's not a problem."

"That's not exactly the way I hear it went, Mr. Dawson," he replied. "Would
you like to expand on the facts, or would you like for me to tell you what
I heard and thereby assume that you are keeping something from me, which I
will not be happy about."

"OK, OK," I said. "Matt is my boyfriend, Dean Mills. Yesterday, we were in
the hall when Dustin Banks saw Matt give me a quick kiss just before class.
He then gay bashed me saying, and I quote, `I see you found another fag
boyfriend, Dawson.'

"As you know, Jay Williams had been my boyfriend until he graduated last
year. He had to move away to take a job in a city quite distant from
here. He was the `other boyfriend' to which Dustin was referring.

"In any case, Matt is very protective of me--perhaps a little too
protective. Dustin's slur provoked him to attempt to take a poke at
Dustin. I got between Matt and Dustin to try to stop Matt, and I ended up
taking the poke."

"I see," said the Dean. "You do realize, don't you, Mr. Sloan, that we have
a zero-tolerance policy against violence at the university?"

"Yes, Sir," Matt replied, quite sullenly.

"And you do realize also, don't you," the Dean continued, "that that means
I am within my rights to expel you from this law school?"

"Yes, Sir," Matt replied, now trembling.

"Dean Mills, Sir," I interjected, "with all due respect, isn't there also a
zero-tolerance policy against conduct such as gay bashing?"

"Yes, Mr. Dawson, there is," he said. "So, if I were to expel Mr. Sloan, I
would have to expel Mr. Banks as well.

"The really unfortunate thing here, Mr. Sloan, is that had you kept control
of yourself and informed me of Mr. Banks' comment, I would have expelled
him, and that would have been the end of the matter."

"I will certainly do so next time, Dean Mills," Matt replied, "that is, if
I am given a second chance to do so."

"Well, I have to speak with Mr. Banks yet before I decide what to do about
the situation," the Dean said. "I'll let you know as soon as I can. That'll
be all gentlemen.  Good day."

We left the Dean's office, finished classes, and went home. Matt was scared
to death. I told him to try not to worry and that I really didn't believe
he would be expelled.

We slept together that night. I held him. He wanted to hold me, but I
insisted.

When he finally went to sleep, he slept soundly. He needed to be
held. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed some care.

The Dean called us to his office the next day. "Gentlemen," he said, "I'm
in sort of a pickle here.  "The President of the University wants me to
expel both of you because of the zero-tolerance policy. He feels that not
doing so will set a bad precedent.

"I, on the other hand, feel different. I feel that I should expel Mr. Banks
but discipline you, Mr. Sloan, short of expelling you.

"Unfortunately, that is not an option. I am forced to treat you both the
same.

"As I told you yesterday, Mr. Sloan, it is a shame you didn't control
yourself and report Mr. Banks' slur so I could have expelled him and been
done with the matter. But that's water under the bridge. So, here's what
I've decided to do.

"Tomorrow, I will hold an assembly of the student body and faculty in the
auditorium. You, Mr. Sloan, and Mr. Banks will admit that what you did was
wrong, apologize to the assembled body for what you did, and pledge never
to do anything that violates the rules of the university again.

 "I warn you right now that the slightest infraction of the rules in the
future will be grounds for immediate dismissal. Is that all agreeable,
Mr. Sloan?"

"Yes, Sir," Matt replied. "Completely."

"And Mr. Dawson?" the Dean asked.

"Yes, Sir?" I said.

"Inasmuch as you were intimately, no pun and no offense intended, involved,
you will be on the stage with Mr. Banks and Mr. Sloan."

"Yes, Sir," I said, "and no offense taken."

"Fine," he said. "You will find the time of the assembly posted tomorrow
morning, and you will be able to pick up the text of your speech from my
secretary any time after 10 a.m. tomorrow, Mr. Sloan. I should also warn
you, Mr. Sloan, that if you deviate from the text of the speech as written,
you will do so at your own risk."

That evening at the apartment, Matt was relieved but very nervous. I tried
to cheer him up.

"Matt, look," I said. "It'll all be over tomorrow. You're not going to be
expelled. That's the main thing.

"And besides, it's Justin who's really going to look like the
fool. Everyone is going to understand that you're a hero.

"Of course you broke a rule, but most people are going to understand that
you were protecting the honor of someone close to you. And after tomorrow,
you can turn your full-time attention to studying for your first semester
exams.

"Believe me, Babe. Once those are over with, law school is a breeze. And
I'm going to help you with those, Babe. I'm going to be there for you every
step of the way."

"Thanks, Lance," he said. "You know, you're the greatest."

"Tell me something I don't know," I said. He laughed. "That's what I wanted
to hear," I said.

The next day, the notice about the assembly was posted. It would be held at
7 p.m. that evening.

Matt picked up his speech later that morning. It read:

"Even though I was provoked by a scurrilous comment made by Mr. Banks a few
days ago concerning my relationship with Lance Dawson, it was nevertheless
completely inappropriate for me to have attempted to engage in a violent
act to retaliate against Mr. Banks for his inappropriate
conduct. Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to
everyone present, as well as to those not present, for violating the rules
of the university against violence, and I pledge never again to do so again
for as long as I remain a student here. Furthermore, I will in the future
engage only in what is deemed appropriate conduct regarding displays of
affection within the university so as not to transgress any other
policies."

"Wow, Matt!" I said when he showed it to me. "He really digs Dustin pretty
bad, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, rather morosely. "I just wish it were all
over."

"I know, Babe.  It will be soon."

That evening came soon. The stage was set with four chairs. Dustin was on
the left, followed by Dean Mills, then me, and then Matt.

Thus, Dustin and Matt were on opposite ends. Dean Mills rose and stated
that he assumed everyone knew about what had happened.

Nevertheless, he recounted the facts very briefly. In general, it made
Dustin look like an idiot, and Matt came off looking pretty good, though
the Dean tried to give a faint appearance of being objective.

Dustin rose and read his statement. It wasn't too bad.

At least the Dean didn't make him look like a complete fool. That was kind
of him, actually.

Then Matt rose. He read his statement as written all the way through till
the last sentence. Then he decided to change it and said the following:

"Furthermore, with the one exception of what I am about to do, I will in
the future engage only in what is deemed appropriate conduct regarding
displays of affection within the university so as not to transgress any
other policies."

At that point, he turned to me and said into the microphone, in front of
everyone, "I love you, Lance Dawson." Then he walked up to me, grabbed my
shoulders, picked me up with his strong, huge arms, and kissed me in front
of everyone.

Everyone, or almost everyone--except for Dustin, that is--stood up,
applauded, and cheered. The Dean was speechless for a few seconds, as was
I. Finally, when the applause died down, and Matt and I and everyone else
had sat down, the Dean went back to the podium.

"Well," he said, "I guess we can let Mr. Sloan's slight deviation from the
text of his speech and his slight violation of the policy on displays of
affection within the university be excused this one time, that is, assuming
the present company is willing to accept that decision?"

Once again, the audience applauded its approval.

"OK, then," the Dean said. "You're all dismissed."

"Let's get out of here," he said.

"OK," I said weakly, still in shock.

We drove back to the apartment. I remained in shock all the way. We walked
in, and I went over to the couch and sat down.

"Want a beer, Babe?" Matt asked me, obviously on a total high.

"Sure," I said, weakly.

He went to the kitchen, brought back two beers and gave one to me.

"Well fucking say SOMETHING, Dude! ANYTHING!!" he said.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked him. "I thought we agreed this wasn't
going to happen. We said if it did, that was it! Are you saying it's over
between us?"

"I hope not, I sure hope not," he said, with a huge grin on his beautiful
jock face.

"Listen, Lance," he continued, "you don't have to love me back. I don't
care. And I don't care how long we last: one more hour, one more day, one
more week, or one more month.

"And if you leave next May, and I never see you again, as will probably
happen, that's fine. It'll hurt, sure.

"But I can't help how I feel. I love you, Dude, and I'm happy.

"And I'm not going to deny it. If you want to throw me out, fine. I'll
leave.

"If you want to stop our sexual relationship but have me stay your
roommate, that's fine too. Whatever. I'll still keep loving you.

"It'll be frustrating, sure. But I'm not going to deny how I feel.

"That's no way to live. I've tried that before. It doesn't work."

"Baby, you're so naïve," I said. "People get hurt living like that."

"People get hurt however they live," he replied. "Life is pain. Without
pain you can't have joy. Big fucking deal!"

"I'm scared, Matt," I admitted to him.

"Why, Babe?" he asked me. "I've just told you that you're in the driver's
seat.

"You can have it any way you want it. I'll leave, or I'll stay and be
anything or any way you want me."

"That's not why I'm scared, Baby," I said.

"Then why are you scared?" he asked me.

I looked into his eyes, but I froze. I couldn't talk.

"What is it, Lance?" he said. "You're scaring me. What's the matter?"

I threw my arms around him and held him tight. He pulled me off him by the
shoulders.

"Lance, for God's sake," he said. "Tell me. Are you sick? Did someone
threaten you?  I'll kill them!"

"No, Matt," I said. "It's, it's ..." I stopped cold. I still couldn't bring
myself to tell him what I wanted to say.

Matt broke down. "There's someone else, isn't there?" he asked. "That's
what it is.

"You've hooked up with some fucking third-year student, and you're making
plans to be together after you graduate in May." Tears were streaming down
his cheeks as he looked down at my feet dejectedly.

"Oh, God no, Baby. No!" I said. "That's not it at all.

"I promise you.  There's no one else." I paused a few seconds while Matt
kept looking down.

Finally, I said it. "I love only you, Matt."

Matt looked up into my eyes and smiled weakly. "What did you just say,
Dude?" he asked me.

"That's right, DUDE," I said to him, mockingly. "I love you. That's what I
was afraid to tell you because I'm afraid to admit it to myself.

"I know it can't last after next May, and I know what that means, and that
scares the hell out of me because I know it's going to hurt. It's going to
hurt like hell. But, like you, I can't and won't deny it any longer."

He picked me up in his big strong mammoth jock football player arms like a
groom picks up a bride to carry her over a threshold. He carried me into my
bedroom and placed me gently on the bed.

Then he got undressed and gently undressed me. He kissed me passionately,
treating me like a fragile china doll.

"Do you want sex tonight, Baby?" I asked him.

"No, Lance," he said. "This is much too beautiful a night to spoil it with
sex.  I just want kissing, caressing, holding, fondling, stroking,
etc. Nothing but tenderness between us tonight, Babe."

"I knew there was a romantic in there somewhere, you giant jock football
player, you," I said. "And by the way, you haven't worn that football
uniform for me in a while. You KNOW what that does for me."

"Jesus Christ, don't I know!" he said. "I can't wear it unless I'm ready to
be fucked like an animal.

"It has to be at least four days since you fucked me last, and I'm
sufficiently healed. Otherwise, I'll be too tender, and you'll rip me
apart!"

We both laughed.

"I think you're too well broken in now for that to happen," I said. "You're
going to have to find a 14" cock to be satisfied anymore," I said.

He got silent and was no longer smiling. Oh, God. I did it again.

I had broken the mood. I had suggested, even jokingly, that my boyfriend
maybe should find someone else to satisfy him.

"I'm sorry," I said. I hope I didn't upset you," I said.

"It's OK," he said." I think I know how you meant it."

"Thank God, Babe," I said." I made a mistake like that another time, and it
caused a major fuck up in a relationship."

"Yeah?" he asked. "Wanna tell me about it?"

"Another time maybe," I responded.

"OK," he said. After a minute or so he smiled again and continued. "Lance,
can I ask you something?"

I thought to myself, "Oh, God. Have I been down this road before?"

"I hope you won't be upset," he continued.

It was beginning to sound like it, I thought to myself.

"It's something I've wanted to do for a while, but I wasn't sure if it
would upset you," he continued again.

Yep, here it comes.

"Sure, Babe," I said. What is it?" I asked.

"I really want to fuck you," he said.

"Well, I can definitely see why," I said. "I've got a really cute ass,
don't I?"

He started laughing hysterically.

"Yeah, that's true," he said. "But, you know, I was always a top before I
met you, and I miss it.

"Not that bottoming for you isn't great, because it is. And I'll always do
it, anytime you want.

"I love you, Lance.  You know that.  I just think topping you could make us
both happy, and it would add something new and nice to our relationship."

"OK, my love," I said. "We've always been completely honest with each
other, right?"

"Yeah, we have," he said, "and I want you to be, even this time, though I
have to admit I'm afraid about what you're going to say."

"No," I said, "I don't think it's all that bad, and I hope you'll
agree. OK, here goes.

"I've told you a little about my last relationship, I mean with Jay. It's
still a little hard not being with him, but I'm almost past it.

"I do love you though, like I said. You can believe that, or I wouldn't
have said it."

"OK, I trust you about that," he said.

"Well, as you know," I said. "Jay was a cute little gymnast, and he was a
bottom for me.  But after we had been going together for a while, he
decided he wanted to top me, so one day he went out and bought a set of
leathers, cooked my favorite meal for me, and waited for me to get home.

"After the meal, I fucked the shit out of him and told him for the first
time that I loved him. He had already told me that he loved me some time
before.  Kinda sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, Babe," he said. "Sounds like you may be a little afraid of
commitment."

"More afraid of getting hurt," I said. "Anyway, after I'd fucked the shit
out of him, as always, he smiled and told me to take a good look at him in
his leathers.

"He asked me whether it had occurred to me yet why he might be dressed in
leathers that night. Idiot that I was, I still didn't get it.

"Finally, I caught on to the implication of domination and that he wanted
to fuck me. I hesitated. For one thing, I was a virgin."

"Really?" Matt asked.

"Well, you were too till I fucked you a few months ago!" I said.

"Yeah, you got me there," he said, giggling.

"Anyway, that surprised him a little," I said, "but it turned him on even
more because it meant that if I let him fuck me, the first guy he was going
to fuck, and who had been fucking him, was a virgin, and he was going to
pop his cherry.

"So I just had to let him do it. I loved him more than life itself.  He was
so cute.

"I talked him through it and gave him the absolute best fuck of his
life. He was spent like a wet dish rag when it was over.

"I enjoyed his orgasm more than any orgasm I had ever experienced myself
before then or since--no offense, Baby. I can't describe the thrill I had
giving my little gymnast the most joy he had ever experienced with my tight
virgin hole. After he was done, he collapsed on me, and I held him as if he
were a little child.

"I tell you all this for the following reason: I gave my asshole to Jay
about a year ago, and no one but Jay has ever had it before or since. It
was such an intimate thing to do that it is difficult to let someone else
have it, even you, whom I love so very much. I know that probably hurts,
but I want and need to be honest with you.

"But I promise you this, Baby. Give me just a little more time.

"Let's get you through your exams and through the Christmas break. I think
by that time I'll be ready to give myself completely to you.

"You don't want to have me now anyway, when I would have regrets and be
thinking of and comparing you to someone else. And I promise you when you
finally have me, I'll give you something you'll never forget.

"Just think, I've only had one rider before, and he was a much smaller jock
than you are, so there's a lot of uncharted territory for you to
explore. Is that OK, Baby?"

"Yeah, Babe," Matt said. "I can wait.

"You're worth it. I love you so much. You're worth everything to me."

"Oh, Matt," I said. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Keep fucking the shit out of me, I hope," he said.

"You got, it bitch.  Roll over!" I ordered him.

I got some lube and fucked him good. I jerked him off as I shot up his ass.
Then I spooned him, with me on the outside hugging him tight, and we went
to sleep.

When I came home the next day from work and walked through the apartment
door, I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing there in front of me was Matt
dressed in leathers!

Looking from top to bottom, he was wearing a spiked collar, tight spiked
arm bands, to accentuate his bulging biceps and triceps, black weight
lifters gloves so his thick beautiful fingers were visible, black spiked
wrist bands, no harness so the sight of his entire chest and washboard abs
could be completely enjoyed, a thin spiked black belt from which extended a
thin black piece of leather which held a cock ring through which his limp
8" cock hung gloriously, black chaps, and black boots. He was leaning
against the wall on his elbow holding a black leather whip and had an evil
smile on his face.

"God, you look beautiful, Babe!" I said.

"Forget that," he said gruffly. "So, what took you so fucking long to get
home, bitch?"

"Sorry," I said. "Had to talk with a professor after class."

"Don't like waiting this long," he said impatiently.

"I said I was sorry," I said, still chuckling.

"Yeah.  I heard," he said with a little anger in his voice. "I still don't
like it.  You should've called."

Something didn't seem right, I thought to myself. I looked at Matt again
and saw that in his other hand, the one that was not holding the bull whip,
was a half empty bottle of whiskey.

"You won't let me fuck you, bitch, so now you have to be punished!" he
said.

Oh, my God. He's drunk, I thought to myself.

"Matt, calm down," I told him.

"I'm as calm as I'm going to get," he said. "Get over here, bitch!"

"Matt, let's talk about this," I said. "I realize you're upset, but his is
no way to handle this."

"Time for talk is over," he said. "I asked you nicely last night, but you
said, `No.' Now I'm going to take what's rightfully mine. And you're going
to give it to me."

I decided to bolt for the door. I turned around and lunged. I heard the
sound of the whip crack close to my ear.

"I wouldn't try that again if you know what's good for you, you filthy
cunt," he said. "I've plenty of experience in using this thing. The next
time I'll snap off your whole fucking ear!"

"OK, OK, Matt," I said. "Just please don't hurt me. I'll let you fuck me,
if that's what you want. Just please don't hurt me."

I was shaking. He had an absolutely evil grin on his face. I had never been
so scared before.

"Can I have a drink first?" I asked him. "Please?"

"Take what you think you need, bitch," he said. "It's going to be a long,
long night.  By the time I get done with your asshole, you'll feel sorry
for all the poor bastards you've fucked with that huge cock you've got in
your pants."

Matt handed me the bottle of whiskey, and I took a couple of belts. I went
into the kitchen. I thought for a minute about using the phone.

"By the way," he said. "I've disconnected all the phones, so don't try
that."

Jesus Christ, I thought. He's gone crazy. I'm a dead man. Why did I ever
get involved with this lunatic?  I took a couple more belts of the whiskey.

"OK Matt," I said. "I'm ready. But please don't hurt me. Remember, I love
you, and last night you said you love me."

"It's about fucking time you're ready, bitch," he said. "And don't give me
any of that `love' shit. Don't expect me to fall for that. If you really
`loved' me, you'd have given me your ass last night."

I took one last belt of the whiskey and prayed the night would be over
soon.  As I looked at him, though, as petrified of him as I was, I couldn't
help but be turned on by him. He really was fucking gorgeous. But God, he
acted like he was going to tear me apart when he fucked me!

He came into the kitchen and lifted me into his powerful arms like a limp
dish rag. He smelled of whiskey. I was trembling like the last dead leaf
remaining on a tree in a violent windstorm.

I dared not resist. Suddenly, he looked down into my eyes and smiled.  Then
he bent down and whispered in my ear.

"Listen, Dude," he said, "I'm not drunk, and I'm not going to fuck you
either. I've only had one drink, just so you can smell the liquor on my
breath, for the effect.

It's only a game. I heard you talking about your last boyfriend in leathers
last night, and it fucking turned me on--real bad.

"I just need to do this, Lance. Please forgive me for scaring the shit out
of you, but it was part of the game.

"I need it. I need this whole thing really bad.  Please play along.
Please."

Jesus Christ! Where had I heard all that before?

I looked into his eyes, his desperate plaintive eyes, and stroked his
beautiful blond hair.

"Sure, Baby," I said. "I'm going to kill you later for giving me a heart
attack," I said with a big grin, "but I totally understand. I really do.

"You have no idea how much I do.  Do whatever you need to do to me and with
me.  Even if it includes fucking me."

"No, Lance," he replied. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Besides, that
would ruin the game. It's about punishing you because you wouldn't let me
fuck you last night," he said, giggling.

"OK, Baby," I said. "I'm up for that. It sounds like fun.

"I said I would be there for you till exams are over this month, right?
And that's where I'll be.  I love you.  Now let's play."

We got back into character, and Matt "punished" me for a couple of hours.
My ass got more and more red, and I was "forced" to deep throat him and
swallow his cum. I was "forced" to rim him, and he degraded me using the
foulest language.

Whenever I smiled or laughed, he threatened to use the whip on me, telling
me it was serious business, and I wasn't permitted to enjoy myself. Only he
could enjoy himself.

Sometimes I would call him a bad name on purpose, like "bitch," "whore,"
"cunt," or whatever else occurred to me, just so he would slap or whip my
ass again. Sometimes I would beg him not to hurt me or to be nice. All of
it was meant to turn him on, and it did.

He also commanded me to get him drinks and food, and he yelled at me or
whipped me when I didn't do it fast enough. He stayed dressed in his
leathers the rest of the evening, even while we studied. Even when he asked
me for help that evening, he did so in character.

Near the conclusion of the evening, he demanded that I take off his
leathers, bathe him, and then take him to bed. As his last command of the
evening, he commanded me to get behind him, put my arms around him, hold
him tight, and protect him all night while he slept. I promised I would.

He then finally changed the tone of his voice and said, "Thank you,
Lance. I love you, more than anyone I have ever loved in the past, and more
than anyone I will ever love in the future."

I got tears in my eyes, knowing our relationship was certainly going to
last only about six months more. Damn, how love hurts.

No more fooling around till exams were over. Enough shit had distracted
Matt from studying. I put my foot down.

I took over all the chores at home. I started sniffing his clothes again
and jerked off to satisfy my sex drive while I gave him quick blow jobs or
hand jobs, usually in the shower to save time, to satisfy his.

I helped him study to cram for his finals, let him use my old class
outlines, and gave him tips on how to take the exams. He got more and more
nervous as they approached.

I gave him massages, fed him all the right foods, exercised with him, and
continued to keep his sexual needs satisfied adequately, but didn't over
sex him. I had little time for myself but managed to do everything I needed
to do just the same for my own exams.

He came through with good grades. They weren't great, but they were
respectable.

All A's and B's except for one C. His overall GPA for the semester was a
3.25, though we didn't actually know it till the beginning of the next
semester. But he suspected he had done OK.

You can generally tell how you did on law school exams by discussing them
with the other students right after you take them. We were both pleased, as
were his parents. As his undergraduate GPA had not been much higher, it was
quite a respectable showing, especially for the first semester.

The day after the exams were finished was Matt's birthday. I considered
doing the same thing for him that I had tried to do for Jay, but for
obvious reasons, I hesitated.

I decided to go ahead with it anyway, since I had not been Matt's first gay
lover. If it didn't go well, at least I didn't expect the negative reaction
to be as extreme.

I approached Rex about it. He was glad to see me and kept his promise about
the fee. He showed up at the apartment and pulled the same stunt.

He was about the same size as Matt, so I was afraid Matt might struggle a
little about being handcuffed, but I guess he'd learned his lesson from the
incident with Dustin. He sat there quietly while Rex discussed the
"problem" with him.

When Rex started dancing, Matt turned red but then really started getting
into it. It was obvious this was not the first male stripper he had seen.

"Take these fucking handcuffs off. How can I enjoy myself this way," he
said jokingly.

"No," I said. "That's part of the fun. You're supposed to be teased."

"Oh please, Lance, really," Matt said. "I want to be able to touch him
while he's giving me lap dances. It's just not fair. It IS my birthday
after all."

"OK, I see your point," I said. "Take off the handcuffs, Rex."

"You're the boss, Lance," Rex replied.

Rex took off the cuffs. I could see that Matt really got into the stripping
and the lap dances. His hands were all over Rex. His face had lust written
all over it.

At one point, Matt obviously felt guilty because he looked over at me with
an expression that said, "Are you sure you're OK with this?"

I just nodded my approval. His look nodded an enthusiastic, "Thanks, Babe!
This is fucking great!!" and he went back to his birthday present.

When Rex removed his G-string and was finally completely nude, Matt
couldn't believe it. He didn't know what to do.

Rex bent down and whispered into his ear, "Play with it, birthday boy."
Matt looked back at me again for guidance.

"If you don't, I will!" I said.

"You really are a nasty bitch," Matt said. With that he took Rex's 7" uncut
cock between his fingers and started jerking his foreskin slowly and
softly. Rex started groaning.

After a couple of minutes, Rex grabbed Matt's crotch, kneaded it, and said,
"Why don't we take this into your bedroom, Sport?"

Matt looked over at me.

"That's right Babe," I told Matt. "He's yours for the night."

"I don't know, Lance," Matt said. "Are you sure?"

"Would I have hired him if I weren't sure?" I asked him.

"Well, let me talk to you about it in private for just a minute first,"
Matt said.

"OK," I said, as Rex and I glanced at each other.

"Lance, I'm not sure about this," Matt said. "Why do you want to do this?"

"I love you, Babe, I said. "I want to do something special for you. And in
this case, I want you to have someone to fuck. I know you've wanted to do
it for a while, and I haven't been able to give it to you.

"Let me do this for you. It's your birthday, and besides, you've just
finished your first semester of law school. That's a lot to celebrate."

"How about if we share him?" Matt asked.

"An orgy?" I asked. "Hmmm. That might be fun. Tell you what.

"You take him in your room, fuck the shit out of him, do whatever else you
want with him, or let him do whatever you want him to do to you, then call
me in, and the three of us will spend the rest of the night fucking
together. How's that sound?"

"OK, Dude," Matt said. "But only if you're sure."

"Babe," I said. "nothing would make me happier. Oh, and by the way. Fuck
the bitch so hard with your big, fat dick that I can hear his screams!"

"You got it, Babe," he said.

I walked back out to Rex.

"We're on, Rex," I said. "Just one thing, Dude.

"A little warning: there's a lot of cock between the two of us. You think
you can handle it?" I said.

"Yeah, right, Lance," Rex said. "Like I haven't heard THAT before."

"OK," I said. "You've been warned. I don't want to hear any complaints
later.

"Might hurt your reputation. Ha ha! Here are a couple of beers you can take
for you and Matt."

I gave Rex a couple of beers, and he swaggered back to Matt's room like a
smart ass who'd seen and done it all.

"Thanks, Rex," I heard Matt say, obviously when he took the beer from him.
"Now get on all fours, Dude. I want to fuck the shit out of you."

"Do what you have to do, man," Rex said. "I'm here for the night."

Matt related everything that happened between him and Rex later.

Matt took off his shoes and socks. Rex noticed his big feet evidently for
the first time.

Then Matt slowly took off his shirt. Rex seemed impressed with his chest
and arms, though he restrained himself from saying anything.

Next Matt dropped his pants. Rex seemed impressed with his muscular legs,
again saying nothing.

Then Matt dropped his boxers, revealing his already erect 10½" uncut
cock. Rex swallowed hard.

"Oh, fuck!" Rex groaned.

"This is nothing, Dude," Max said. "Wait till you see what Lance has got."

"Oh, shit!" Rex said.

"Now brace yourself, bitch," Matt said. "I haven't fucked an asshole in a
long, long time, so I'm ready to do some serious drilling tonight."

"Oh, God!" Rex said. "It'll kill me!"

"Just relax, Babe," Matt said. "It's just going to get you ready for Lance,
that's all. You wouldn't want to have him before me, would you?"

"No, no, you're right," Rex said. "Go ahead and fuck me.

"Fuck me first. If he's any bigger than you are, stretch me out with your
big fucking cock first."

"That's right, big boy," Matt said. "I like a bitch who begs me for it."

"Yeah, Matt," said Rex. "Please fuck me. Please."

"OK, Rex," Matt said. "Be a good little bitch in our bed tonight, and we'll
give you a good tip tomorrow."

"Fuck the tip!" Rex said. "Just don't rip me up too much."

"Ha ha," Matt said. "We'll do the best we can, just do everything we say."

"OK, Matt. OK," Rex said.

Matt was really enjoying it. I was so glad he did. He needed to be a top
again really bad.

He fucked the shit out of Rex. But in the end, so to speak, Rex liked
it. Matt had learned from me how to massage a prostate correctly, so Rex
came without anyone touching his cock.

He'd never done that before, so he was impressed and enjoyed it. His orgasm
was very powerful, too.

Rex clung to Matt, too, which showed how much he really enjoyed it. Escorts
rarely show genuine attachment to clients, but Rex really did.

Matt came all over Rex's face. Then, to surprise Rex, Matt licked off his
own cum.

After the first fuck, Matt called me into the room.

"You want to see what Lance has got now?" Matt asked Rex.

"Not if he's going to use it right away," Rex said, laughing.

"I've got something else in mind. Take off your clothes, Babe," Matt told
me.

I stripped. When Rex saw my dark erect uncut cock and tennis size balls, he
swooned.

"How fucking big is that fucker?" Rex asked me.

"12½". Big enough for you Rex?" I asked Rex.

"Fuck!" Rex said. "You'll never get that in me."

"Yes, I will," I told Rex. "We've got all night. Besides, Dude, I warned
you."

"Stupid me," Rex said. "Next time I'll listen to someone who says they've
got a big cock. Or at least I'll look in their pants."

All three of us laughed.

With no warning, Matt went down on me. He took more in his mouth than
anyone had ever taken before. He actually got some of it down his
throat. Rex and I were speechless.

"Oh, fuck, shit," I said swooning.

"You two fuckers are really something," Rex said. "Ever consider jobs as
porn stars?"

"Yeah, we've both talked about it, but it doesn't pay enough," I said,
laughing.

"I hear that," Rex replied.

Matt kept blowing me as deeply as he could. I was in heaven. Rex was in
awe.

"Could you do that to me after you're done with him?" Rex said.

I immediately went down of Rex and took his whole cock done my throat in
one motion. I took it out again.

"You mean, like that?" I said.

"Yeah, kinda," Rex said, giggling.

I put my mouth back on his cock and deeped it again.I kept it up till he
was about to cum.

"I'm ready again" Rex said.

"Uh huh," I said.

"I said, I'm ready," Rex said.

I ignored him this time.

"Take it out.  I'm going to shoot!" Rex shouted.

"Uh huh," I said, still with my mouth full of Rex's cock.

Rex tried to jerk out, but I was one step ahead of him. I was holding on to
his cock by the base and wouldn't let it go.

"Oh, fuck, shit!  I'm cumming." Rex yelled.

He started shooting again, and I started shooting in Matt's mouth at the
same time. Matt didn't have much warning since I had a cock down my throat
and couldn't make much of a sound. But he took it all like a trooper.

Meanwhile, Rex kept shooting rope after rope directly into my stomach.

"You fuckers are insane!" Rex said.

"Yeah, and the night is just beginning, Dude," Matt said, taking my cock
out of his mouth.

"Wow!  This is unbelievable. I should be paying you two."

"We take Mastercard, Visa, or checks," I said.

We all three started to laugh hysterically.

The rest of the night was a lot of fun. We had sex in just about every way
you can imagine, except for the one obvious way, of course. Everyone's cock
was sucked by everyone else.

We even used some sex toys I got from my room. And when Rex asked if he
could fuck someone, Matt smiled and spread his ass cheeks wide open as I
cheered them on.

I shoved my fat cock down Rex's throat and came just as he started to cum
up Matt's ass, telling him I didn't want him to wake up the neighbor. Matt
cracked up and started shooting again.

When morning came, Rex and I got up and left Matt's room leaving the
birthday boy to sleep a little longer. I gave Rex a nice tip. Rex told me
he appreciated it and asked if I'd like one last blow job for the road.

"Don't mind if I do," I said, as I sat down on the coach and Rex bent down
over me, trying his best one more time to down my thick 12½".

Matt walked into the room in the middle of the blow job and smiled at me.

"Dude! Don't mind if I use the other end, do you?" he asked me, not
bothering to ask Rex's permission, since he had his mouth full at the time.

"Be my guest, Babe," I said.

So, he pulled down Rex's pants and impaled him. Rex just moaned but kept
sucking me off. Soon we both came again, I in Rex's mouth, and Matt up his
ass.

"Christ," Rex said when we had finished. "You two are fucking
unbelievable!"

"Anytime you want some more, just drop by. Bring your friends, too, if you
like," I said.

"Yeah," Matt added. "I think there's enough cock here to go around, don't
you?"

"I might just take you up on that, Dudes," Rex said, "so don't be
surprised.  Hope to see you down at the club soon," Rex said, giggling, as
he walked out the door.

"Thanks, man. That was the best birthday of my life!" Matt told me.

"No problem, Babe. Glad to do it. You deserve much more, including
something I wish I could give you."

"Forget that shit, Lance."

"I can't, Babe."

He leaned over and gave me a big kiss.

"You'd better, or else I'll give you another fucking punch in the eye. And
I'm not smiling right now, am I?"

"No, I guess you're not." I gave him a long, passionate kiss back. That put
a smile back on his face again.

We left later that afternoon to celebrate Christmas break with our
respective families. I had hidden a Christmas present in Matt's luggage, a
24K gold neck chain.

In the card I had written: "To take the place of what I can't give you
yet. It's not worth quite as much, but it's all I can afford. All my love,
Lance."

He called me on Christmas Day to thank me. He told me he was going to punch
me when he saw me again, that is, after I "got very lucky."

I told him I had already bought the present and hidden it in his luggage
before he warned me. We laughed and told each other how much we loved and
missed each other.


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