Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 17:39:06 -0500 (EST) From: JOHN ARNETT Subject: Lance's Story Chapter 7 The first time I experienced the flop and tug was in high school, though I had no idea at the time what it was called. One day, I was taking a shower in the gym at high school after swim team practice. I was just 15. Right after I started my shower, two of the varsity football players came in after they finished practice and went to the lockers that were directly facing me. They placed their backs to the lockers and waited while they watched me. They didn't undress. They just smiled and leered at me, their eyes staring at my huge cock as I lathered it up. A couple of minutes later, two varsity gymnasts came in after they finished practice. They were both younger and much smaller than the football players. When they walked by the two football players, the gymnasts stopped and looked at them. The football players pointed to their cleats. The gymnasts shook their heads. The football players said something to them that I couldn't hear. The gymnasts walked slowly to the football players and kneeled in front of them. The football players grinned evilly at each other and then looked at me with great satisfaction. The gymnasts looked up at the football players plaintively, as if to say, "Please. I don't want to do this." The football players glared at them. The gymnasts unlaced the football players' pants and pulled them down. Then the gymnasts swiftly removed their cups. Their cocks and balls flopped, and the footballs players groaned loudly with obvious pleasure as their heads went back slightly and their eyes were closed. I noticed that their cocks and balls were huge--about 8" each in their flaccid state. They were very impressive, though they were certainly not nearly as impressive as mine. No one in the gym could match what I had. The football players moved their heads back forward into place and then mumbled something to the gymnasts which I didn't hear. The gymnasts looked at each other as they hesitated. Then I heard one of the football players say loudly, "Do it! NOW!! Otherwise, we'll fuck your two little brothers after they leave school this afternoon!" The gymnasts both got tears in their eyes. A few seconds later they started sucking the football players' cocks. I was amazed. I had never seen anything like it before. However, the flop part had really turned me on, and it also turned me on that it gave the football players such pleasure. So, I finished my shower and turned off the water. I turned away from the football players so they couldn't see me. I lifted my cock way up with one hand and my balls way up with the other hand, like they were suspended in a cup. I held them there for just a moment. Then I let them fall. God, it felt so good! I did it again, and a third time, and then a fourth. It was amazing how good it felt. I turned my head back and saw the gymnasts still blowing the football players, and they obviously still didn't like it. The football players were still watching and smiling at me. They were really getting into their blow jobs. I decided to help out the gymnasts and give the football players a taste of their own medicine. I left the shower and dried off. I walked over to where the gymnasts were sucking off the football players. I climbed up on the bench in front of the football players so my 12½" cock was right in front of their faces. "What the fuck are you doing?" one of them asked me. I got brave. "Shut the fuck up," I said, "or I'll tell the coach what you've been doing, and you'll be off the team. Got it, you two shit heads?" I said. "OK, OK," they both said quickly, their faces as pale as sheets. "Now don't move," I ordered them. Then I looked down at the two gymnasts and told them to take the football players' cocks out of their mouths and get out of there. "Yes, Lance," they said. "And thanks." "Now the three of us are going to have a little fun" I told the two football players. "Stick out your fucking tongues!" I ordered them. They did as I ordered them to do, though very slowly and reluctantly. I lifted up my cock and balls above the mouth of one of them and let my whole package drop onto his tongue. I groaned due to the tug. "Like that, bitch?" I asked. "Uh huh," he said, obviously lying to me. I did it to the other one and asked him the same question. He gave me the same answer. I laughed deeply. I went back and forth for a while doing it over and over. Finally, I decided to stop. "Now sit your fucking jock asses down on the bench, bitches!" I ordered them. "NOW!!" "So, you like my big cock?" I asked them, after they got down on the bench. "Uh, no, uh, what do you mean?" one of them asked me. "Don't lie to me, you shit head. I've seen you both watching me in the shower for months. "Don't deny it. Now lick it. Both of you!" They started licking my now totally erect cock. "Admit it. You like it, don't you?" I asked them again. "Uh, huh," they both said. After a while, I stood up. "Lick my balls!" I shouted. They took their mouths off my cock and went down to my balls and gave them a tongue bath. I groaned with pleasure. "Now lie down on your backs on the bench, with your mouths up and open," I said. I started jerking off my 12½"er right over their faces. "Catch my cum, bitches, and swallow every drop," I ordered them. I kept jerking off, occasionally slapping their faces with my cock, till I came into both their mouths. They swallowed it, but it was obvious they didn't like it. "Now, if either of you does anything like that again to anyone else around here, I'll tell the coach all about it, got it?" I asked them. "Yeah. We got it, Lance," they both said, obviously not too pleased. "Good," I said. "Now get the fuck out of here! You both make me sick. Oh, and by the way, you're both my sex toys from now on." They both ran off as quickly as they could, grimacing, obviously upset at the thought of having to do anything else sexual for me. I never made them do anything else, but it was great watching them cringe and shrink away from me whenever they saw me for the next couple of years. I didn't experience the flop and tug anymore till I started my first relationship with Tim when I was 17. I didn't fuck anyone till that day in the coach's office, when I fucked the coach, then I fucked Tim, and we fell in love. Even though I was naïve about sex till then, Tim was not. He had been fucking for a couple of years before that with various friends. He gave all that up though and became exclusive with me as soon as we started going together. But he had learned about and practiced the flop and tug with those friends, so he knew all about it. One day, after we were a couple, Tim finished football practice, and I finished swim practice at about the same time. He told me he had to get home in a hurry so we should skip showering at the gym and shower at his house. He got dressed so fast that he didn't take off his cup, which I thought was a little odd, but I figured he just forgot. When we got to his house, I stripped, and he stripped down to his cup. "Come here," he said, with a big smile. I walked up to him. He pulled me to him and gave me a big passionate, tongue-deep-in-the-mouth kiss. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me down so my face was right in front of his cup. I just sat there. "Well?" he said. "Well, what?" I said. "Well, go ahead!" he said. "Go ahead and what?" I asked him. "Flop me, for Christ's sake!" he said. "What the hell are you talking about?" I said. "You really don't have a clue, do you?" he asked me. "No, I really don't," I said. He burst out laughing. I turned red. "You're so fucking naïve, Babe," he said. He then explained the flop and tug to me. I told him what I had done three years before with the two football players. "That's nothing, Babe. That's like masturbating yourself compared to someone else doing it for you, or getting a blowjob compared to fucking ass. "One just is nowhere as good as the other. Now get back in position and flop me like I just explained to you how to do it." I got in front of his cup and flopped him. He swooned as the tug came. "Oh, fuck, Lance," he said. "That was sooooo fucking good." "I'm glad, Babe," I said. "You know I'd do anything for you." "Let me try you," he said. "But I don't have a cup," he said. "Here," he said. "You can use mine." I tried to put Tim's cup on, but it was much too small to fit my 9 flaccid inches of cock into. I forced it all in, but then when he tried to remove it, my package stuck to the cup, and the flop didn't work right. "Shit, Lance," he said. "This isn't going to work. We'll go to the athletic store tomorrow and get you a cup that fits, so I can start flopping you right." "OK, Babe," I said. "Sounds good. Now let's get in the shower." The next day we went to the athletic store. We told the gorgeous young ripped athletic clerk we needed the largest cup they had. He smiled and said he didn't really believe we'd need one that big. We insisted. He reluctantly got it out. We looked at it and said we weren't sure even that one would fit. He chuckled and said we must be pulling his leg. "Listen, chump," Tim said. "Does my friend need to prove it to you?" The clerk smiled and said, a little obnoxiously, "Yeah. I think you'd better. I think you two are shitting me." "Fine," I said. "Where do you want to go?" "In the dressing room in the back," he said. "That is, if you want to embarrass yourself" the clerk said, daringly. Oh, this ought to be good, I thought. The three of us marched toward the back of the store. While we did, I stroked my crotch to excite it and thus make it as big as I could. "OK, you smartass fuckers," the clerk said. "Get in that room and strip. Both of you! "Let's see what you've got. I'll be right back." Tim and I both stripped and waited for the clerk to return. He came back nude in a couple of minutes with a thick erect 7" cock, obviously proud of what he had and expecting he'd be the biggest of the three of us. He no doubt thought we were pulling his leg and wanted him to fuck us, and that's what he intended to do. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he said, as he walked into the stall. "That's right, shit head," I said. "Hold him down and cover his mouth, Tim. I'm going to fuck this asshole and teach him to respect his customers." "No, I believe you now," he said. "OK, let's just ..." was all the bitch could get out of his mouth before Tim shoved his hand over the clerk's mouth and I started fucking him with my 12½"er. "Oh, fuck," I said. "He's tight, Tim." "You're a fucking virgin, aren't you, bitch?" I asked him. "Uh huh," was all he could manage as he squirmed obviously in a shit load of pain. "You lucky cock sucker," Tim said to him. "Didn't know this was going to be your lucky day, I mean, the day you got deflowered by a 12½" cock, did you?" "Ugh," was all the clerk could manage. After a few minutes, he looked like he was going to pass out. I continued fucking him till I came. "Your turn," I told Tim. We switched places. I made sure to place my hand on the clerk's mouth quickly, that is, as soon as Tim removed his hand, to make sure the clerk couldn't make a sound. He wasn't about to, though. He was nearly unconscious. Tim fucked him till Tim came. As he did, though, he jerked the clerk till he came, too. The clerk groaned as he shot his load all over the walls of the stall. "Ooooo," I said. "I think the bitch is liking it, Babe." "Yeah, I think so, too. Look at all that spunk! I'll bet he hasn't shot that much in years." "Now, you nasty cunt," I told the clerk. "You think you can find the right size cup to fit my friend's 12½" cock?" "Uh huh," the clerk said. "Good," Tim said. "Then I'll remove my cock from your not-so-virgin-anymore-asshole and let you go find it for us." "Thank you, Sirs," the clerk said. "Anything you want, Sirs. God damn it, Sirs. You've got two big cocks for high school boys, Sirs." "The biggest two there," I said, "and probably the biggest two that were ever there. You've had a big honor bestowed on your asshole today, bitch. Don't ever forget it," I said. "Yes, Sir," he said. "I know I won't, and neither will my extremely well-fucked asshole, Sir." The clerk smiled and left. We got dressed. A few minutes later we exited the stall and went out front to see the clerk. "Sirs?" the clerk said. "I've got the item you requested right here. I managed to find a larger size, the largest size of the item anyone manufactures. "I believe you'll be needing it. It's really very impressive when it's on. I've found it in eight different colors for you, Sirs." "That's really very kind of you," I said, "but we really only need the one, and we really can't afford all the different colors anyway." "That's no problem, Sirs. They're all on the house. Please accept all of them. "It has been a pleasure and an honor to service, uh, I mean, to serve you today. And I hope to see you, both of you that is, back here again real soon, Sirs." "Not at all," I said. "We'll be sure to come back and see you again very soon. Might I say that it was a pleasure to be serviced, uh, I mean, to be served by you today." I then pointed toward the stalls at the back of the store. "The entry back there is extremely `tight,' but well worth it, once you get in." "Thank you, Sirs," the clerk said. "We've been considering expanding for some time, but we haven't really felt up to it before now. My experience with you back there today has certainly given me some ideas on how to handle things back there in the future, Sirs." "Something tells me you're going to be felt up," Tim said. "I mean, you'll be feeling up to it now a lot, and that you're going to be servicing, I mean, serving a lot more customers in the future. Bye." We walked out the door. "What a slut!" Tim said to me on our way to the car. "Not really," I told him. "Once someone gets a look at my 12½" cock, he just can't help himself!" "You egotistical bitch," he said, laughing. But he knew I was right. Every time he looked at it, he couldn't help himself either. He had to have it. Every man had to have it as soon as he saw it. And after he'd had it, he begged me for more. The cups the clerk had given us worked fine. Tim showed me exactly how to flop and tug, and whenever he did it, he gave me so much pleasure I was on cloud nine. From then on, we begged each other to flop the other one so much that finally we had to put some limit on it because it started to interfere with the rest of our sex life. Of course, as I already mentioned, the relationship I had with Tim came to an end when we went off to different colleges, but I took all the cups with me so I could use them with my new sex partners. This happened in various ways fairly quickly after I joined the gay fraternity. First, I incorporated the cups into the pledging and initiation rituals. I required pledges to learn the proper flop and tug technique from the beginning of their pledge period. On a daily basis, each pledge had to flop me. If they failed to show adequate progress, I paddled them with a wooden or leather paddle. That was a big fucking turn on, too. There's nothing cuter than a smooth red bottom just before fucking it. In addition, on the evening of the initiation, pledges were required to flop me in front of all the fraternity brothers. They did this individually, however, because they were unaware that after they flopped me, they were required to rim me and then give me a blow job, which most of them had never done before. If I did not like how they did it, they were paddled mercilessly by one of the brothers until they got it right. I did not cum until the last pledge had flopped and blown me. This was always the pledge who had been the most difficult pledge throughout the pledge period. He was forced to swallow my cum. All the other initiates watched his entire initiation ceremony. Second, all the pledge brothers were required to flop me on a weekly basis during the entire period I lived at the frat house. This was so they would show me the respect that I and my huge cock and balls deserved as the Sex Chief of the frat house. If I desired, I could fuck them or demand they rim me or blow me at that time. It was my right as Sex Chief of the fraternity, to ensure that my sexual needs were properly satisfied at all times. Third, whenever I organized sex parties at the frat, I usually incorporated flopping and tugging into them. I usually even had the well-hung athletes in the frat flopped by the guests and even the well-hung guests flopped by the other guest as well. That is, if I was able to determine who the well-hung guests were. Flopping and tugging were such turn ons that a party always seemed to be missing something if they weren't included. Fourth, and perhaps the most enjoyable for me, was the use of flops and tugs when I picked up freshmen at strip clubs. The strip clubs in our town permitted entrance to anyone 18 or older, provided anyone less than 21 had their right wrist marked with a red marker so they couldn't order liquor. I went almost every Friday and Saturday night and sat alone in a booth that was reserved solely for my use. Starting at the beginning of my junior year, before the cute blond blue-eyed freshmen had enough time to become aware of my "reputation," the bartender would talk with them at the bar for me. He would tell them that if they were virgins and looking for an athletic upperclassman who knew a hell of a lot about sex and could really show them a good time, they should go see me, Mr. Dawson. I was in the booth in the back. He'd always get at least a half a dozen or so every night that would come to the booth to see me whenever I was there. One by one they would seat themselves at my booth. I'd act really cool as I drank my beer or scotch, which the bartender always served me despite my being underage. I'd have on really expensive clothes and the best cologne loaded with male pheromones. I'd also have on something tight that would show off my muscles and my huge cup. I'd ask the little boys their first names and get to know them one by one till the booth was full of them. They would call me "Mr. Dawson" and "Sir" as the bartender had told them to do. I'd stare at them, up and down, till they looked away in embarrassment. It was all sooooo cute. Finally, after the booth was full of cute, blonde-haired, blue-eyed freshmen boys, I'd get a little more serious. "OK, boys. Here's the deal. You're all cute as hell, otherwise, the bartender wouldn't have told you to come and see me. "I'd like to take all of you back to my frat house tonight and fuck all of you. I could do that, of course, but that wouldn't be fair. "Each of you deserves to have me all to yourself the first time I fuck you. So, I can pick only one of you. "I promise, however, I'll get around to all of you before the semester is over. Just keep coming here every Friday and Saturday night and sit down here at the booth. Eventually, you'll all be picked. "And please don't be insulted if I pick others for a few weeks before I get around to you. On any given night, I pick the boy who turns me on the most. It might be his eyes, his ass, his hair, his lips, his walk, whatever. "Trust me. You want me to pick you when you turn me on more than the others. That way you'll have the best time, right?" "Right," they all said in unison, and with big smiles. I had the little bitches in the palm of my hand. My huge cock moved in my cup straining to be released from its forced confinement. When it did, I shifted in my seat to let them know I was getting hard, which really turned them on. And the gorgeous stripper on the bar didn't help any, especially as he was winking at me. I'd fucked him a few times already, too. "Good. OK, Chad," I said one night, "let's go. You're my boy for tonight." I looked at the others. Most of them were crestfallen. "Now, now, boys. What did I say? Timmy, Chris, Billy, Justin?" I said with a big smile. Their eyes all lit up because I'd remembered all their names. I bent over and gave each of them a quick peck on the lips. They each turned red but started to smile. "That's better," I said. I got up from the booth. I couldn't help but watch their eyes get big and stare at my huge cup as I moved across the booth and it scraped the edge of the table, just as I had planned. "Anything else the matter, boys?" I asked, with a slightly evil grin. "Uh, no, Mr. Dawson," they all said. "Are you all going to be here tomorrow night again?" "Yes, Mr. Dawson," they all said. "Good," I said as I winked at them. Then I placed my arm around Chad's shoulder and walked out with him. As is usually the case with most boys I leave with from the bar, Chad was rather quiet on the drive to the frat house. "What's on your mind, Chad?" I asked him. "Uh, the bartender said you're really knowledgeable about sex, Mr. Dawson, and, well, I don't really know much about it. I hope I'm good enough for you." "Don't worry, son. That's what I'm here for." I'm a terrible fucking lech." I was about to pop the poor boy's cherry. Of course, I knew how to do it to make him glad I did, but I was horny as hell, too, and I knew I was going to make the little bitch scream for his mommy pretty soon. "So, Chad," I said. "Just what exactly have you done, sexually speaking I mean?" "Uh, well, I've had oral sex with guys a few times. I've even fucked a few guys, but I've never done anything with girls." He didn't sound very sincere, but I decided not to force the issue. "Do you like girls, Chad?" "No, Mr. Dawson," he responded. "I'm definitely gay." "Are you sure you want me to fuck you, Chad?" I asked him. "I don't fuck boys who don't want to be fucked." "I think so, Mr. Dawson," he responded. "You have to be sure, Chad. You can't get unfucked, you know. And I warn you, once I start, I don't quit. "You can scream, fight, or whatever. No one's going to hear you, or if they do, no one's going to help you. So, you better be sure." "Yeah, Mr. Dawson," he said. "I definitely want you to fuck me. "Really. I like you--a lot. I want you to be my first one." "OK, Chad," I said. "Let me just say this: When it's about to happen, I'll give you one final chance to say `No,' but after that, there'll be no turning back." "OK, Mr. Dawson," he said. "That's cool." We got to the frat house. I parked the car. We got out of the car and then walked into the house and up to my room. I unlocked the door, and we went in. "Wow, Mr. Dawson!" he said. "This is fantastic. You live in this room alone?" "Yeah, Chad," I answered him. "It's all mine. "I've got to have a place all to myself so I can have my privacy whenever I need it. Now take off your jacket, son." Chad and I took off our jackets. I went up to him and kissed him softly as I took off our shirts. We both kicked off our shoes. "Take off your pants, son," I said, "but leave on those white socks. Guys with white socks really turn me on!" I smiled at him with a big shit-eating grin. "That's great, Mr. Dawson!" he said. "I'm really glad I wore them then." He smiled, and his eyes lit up. There he stood in only his boxers and white socks. He was absolutely adorable. I took off my socks and slowly removed my pants. All I had on was my red jock and my cup. "Wow, Mr. Dawson! That cup is fucking amazing!! It's huge!!!" I pulled him to me and kissed him, long and hard. He responded, slowly at first, but then he finally got into it. "You've never been kissed before, have you Chad?" I asked him. "Not really, Mr. Dawson, no," he replied. "Well, you have, now," I said. "And once you've been kissed, and are starting to know how to kiss back, you don't call the one you're kissing by his last name anymore." "But I don't know your first name," he said, as he pulled my head down to his lips and started playing intense tongue hockey with me. "Ooooo," I thought. "This little bitch has some potential." I released his lip-lock for a few seconds. "It's Lance, Baby, Lance," I told him. I placed my mouth back on his and taught him a few more things about kissing. "Oh, my God, Lance.," he said. "You're so fucking good. "Thanks for picking me tonight. I've never felt like this before. "Can we keep kissing for a while before we start doing anything else? Please?" "I can see you're a romantic, Babe," I said. "I love that in a man. That turns me on so fucking much you'll never know." He smiled. I lay down on my back and pulled him on top of me. I knew it was going to be the last time he was going to be on top and in some sense in the dominant position. I thought I'd let him enjoy it, and he did. He started kissing me aggressively as he ran his fingers through my hair, caressed my chest, and lightly pinched my nipples. I swooned. He even moved his mouth to my ear and blew into it and whispered to me how turned on he was. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked him, giggling. "No, Sir, uh, I mean Lance," he said. "I've always wanted to. "I've just read about it and dreamed about what it would be like. I'm just making it up as I go along. "I'm just doing what I think I would like you or someone else to do to me. That's all. Should I do it differently, or should I do something else?" "Baby, you're a fucking natural!" I said and smiled broadly at him. "Thanks, Lance," he said. "You're the best." I rolled him over. "Your turn," I said. "Now I'm going to make YOU feel good." "Oh, that's OK, Lance," he said. "You don't have to. "Really. I like doing it to you." "No, Baby," I said. "I didn't expect what you did to me. "Now I'm going to send you to heaven too. Besides, it'll teach you a few things you can use on me or other guys you are with in the future." "Right now, Lance," he said, "I can't think of wanting to be with anyone else but with you. Ever." Yeah. I knew that was coming. Just wait till he got a load of what was in my cup. I started kissing his ears, eyes, forehead, etc. He swooned. His neck was next. He could hardly stand it. When I started licking and kissing and nibbling on his nipples, he wiggled so much I started giggling. "Stay still you little bitch," I said. "How do you expect me to make love to you," I said, laughing. "Sorry, Lance, but it tickles," he said, giggling. Finally, I went down toward his cock, stopping at his navel first. I could tell he was about to question where I was going, but when I stopped at his navel, he figured that was as far as I would go. Then I left his navel and started going down farther. "What are you doing, Lance?" he asked. "What do you think I'm doing, Chad?" I responded. "Oh my God. You're not going to . . . " he said. I placed a thumb on either side of his boxers and slowly pulled them down and off him as he raised his hips slightly to facilitate it. I was completely shocked. The boy was quite well endowed. He was still soft, but about six inches and incredibly thick. But the most stunning thing about him was his foreskin. It was the longest and thickest I'd ever seen on anyone, including myself. "My God, Chad!" I said. "You've been holding out on me, son. That's quite a package you've got there." "You really think so, Lance?" he said. "I'm glad you're not disappointed. I was really afraid I might not be good enough for you." I couldn't believe this kid! Disappointed? Jesus fucking Christ!! "C'mon, Chad," I said. "Let's get real. Surely you must have been the star stud in high school with a cock like that!" "Well, not exactly, Lance," he said. "I mean, most of the guys in my school didn't have foreskins so they made fun of mine when they saw me in the locker room when I was young. "So, I pretty much hid myself as I got older. I got to think I was sort of a freak. "That's I guess partly why I never got interested in girls. I thought they'd make fun of me, too. "A few boys seemed to be turned on by my cock. That's why I did a few things. But I mostly stuck to myself. "That's why I wanted to be with you tonight. So, you could help me. Please teach me what I need to know so I can have a good sex life!" He was pleading with me. He was almost in tears. "Baby, baby, shhhhh, shhhhh," I said. "You've got it all wrong. Really. "Now listen to me. Your body is sexy as hell. "You've got one of the sexiest cocks I've ever seen, and there are a ton of gay guys around here--in fact MOST of the gay guys around here--who would DIE to be with you because of your body. Shit, most of the gay guys I know would die to HAVE your body." "You mean it, Lance?" he asked. "You're not just being nice because we're together now?" "I mean it, Chad" I responded. "I'm serious. You got fucked over by some stupid kids when you were younger. "I'm going to help you get over that tonight. OK, Baby?" "Oh, Lance," he said. "That would be great!" "OK," I said. "Just lie back and let me show you how a man with the kind of equipment you've got can enjoy it." I slowly bent my head down and placed the tip of my tongue at the very tip of the end of Chad's foreskin. He recoiled just a little and gasped slightly. "Easy, Baby," I said. "Just relax and enjoy it." I went back down and this time put my fingers at the tip of his foreskin, pinched it just enough to hold on to it, and pulled it down farther, stretching it as far as it could go without hurting him. "Oh, fuck!" was all he could say, gasping. Then, continuing to hold the foreskin firmly in that position, I started licking slowly on the beautiful hole the stretched foreskin produced. "Oh, Lance," he said. "That's so fucking good." Then I released my hold on the foreskin just enough so I could insert my tongue up inside it and twirl it around, touching the tip of his penis. He bent his head up just enough to look down at me, straining to do so. "My God, Lance!" he said. "How do you know exactly what to do?" "Lots of experience, Babe, lots of experience," I said, with a deep laugh. I noticed the wonderful pungent smell of an uncut cock that hadn't been washed in a while. I licked farther up and started to taste the wonderful cheese that such neglect produces. I was in heaven. "Yum, yum, Dude," I said. "Tastes like you haven't been washing this cock a lot lately." "Uh, yeah, sorry about that, Lance," he responded. "I haven't done anything active lately, and I hate taking showers at the dorm because I don't want anyone to see me. "So, I just kind of washed off my upper body with washcloths before I went out tonight. Sorry. "I never expected to end up in bed with anyone. And I certainly never expected anyone to blow me. "You don't have to go on if you don't want to. It's OK. I'm really sorry." "Well, Babe," I replied, "it's your lucky night. Lots of dudes, and I'm one of them, like it when a dude with an uncut cock lets it go for three or fours days without washing it. It gets really nasty in there. "White stuff starts forming. It's technically called smegma, but everyone just calls it `cheese.' We love licking that stuff out." "That sounds really gross, Lance," he said. "You gotta try new things, Babe," I said. "You never know whether you like it till you try it." I bent back down and kept sucking the cheese out of Chad's foreskin hole. When I thought I'd gotten all I could, I stopped for a second. "Hey, Babe. Sit up and watch this," I told him. He looked down as I carefully pushed back the foreskin. There, on the top inch or so of his cock was my prize: cheese that my tongue and sucking had not been able to reach. I placed my mouth over the top of his cock and very gently scraped into my mouth with my teeth the remainder of the cheese off of his cock. It took a few scrapes to get the rest of it. Then, I sucked and licked the rest of the top of his cock to make sure I got every little piece. While I did it, Chad moaned and groaned with pleasure. When I was done, I went up to him and kissed him so he could see what his own cheese tasted like. He hesitated at first to kiss me, but I pushed him to do it. "Wasn't as bad as you thought, now, was it?" I asked him. "No, not really," he said as he giggled. "It IS somewhat of an acquired taste, I guess," I said, as we both laughed. "And I guess someone else's probably does taste better than your own. "Yeah, I could see how that might be the case," he said. "And now to finish it off," I said. "What do you mean?" he asked. I started to move my mouth down toward his cock again. He lay back down. "Oh fuck!" he said. "Not yet," I laughed, as I took his cock out of my mouth. He giggled. "Get up and watch this," I said. He pulled his head up and looked into my eyes as I swallowed all eight inches of his cock down my throat. His eyes lit up like saucers. "Jesus! No one's ever taken all of it before!!" "Guess you don't have the right friends, Babe," I said, as I giggled. I kept sucking on it for about five minutes. "I'm going to cum, Lance," he yelled out. "I'm going to cum!" "Uh huh," I mumbled, with his cock in my mouth. "You'd better take it out before it's too late!" he warned me. Naturally, I didn't, and he shot his load down my throat. "I'm sorry, Lance," he said plaintively. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't wait any longer. "Don't be mad. I guess I should go. "Please don't tell anyone. I'm so embarrassed." I started laughing hysterically. "You really are a naïve little boy, aren't you?" I said. "I took that load down my throat because I wanted it. I didn't take your cock out of my mouth because I like the taste of little boy cum." "Really, Lance?" he asked me totally in disbelief. "Yes, Chad," I said. "Really. Now it's my turn. Now get up on your knees." I stood up and shoved my cup into his face as he got on his knees. "I assume you've never flopped anyone before, have you Chad?" I asked him. "No, Lance," he said. "But I'm a fast learner." "Good," I said. "Here's what you do." I told him exactly what to do, and he did it perfectly. The tug was exquisite. He was impressed. In fact, he looked scared when he saw the flop, which was exactly what I wanted. The head of my cock even peered out of my foreskin as my cock flopped. "So," I asked after the flop. "What do you think?" "God damn, Lance," he said. "It's so fucking big!" "The better to fuck you with, my dear," I said, laughing. "But Lance, it'll never fit!" he exclaimed. "Yes it will, Babe," I said. "Trust me. So, Babe, looking at what's directly in front of your face, all 12½" of it, just what do you think your next move should be?" He looked up and smiled at me. Then he took my foreskin between two of his fingers, squeezed it gently, and started moving it back and forth over the head of my cock. "That's a good boy, Chad," I said. "A REALLY good boy." I let him go on like that for a few more minutes. "Any idea what your next step might be, Baby?" I asked him. "Uh, you want me to try to get it in my mouth?" he asked in response. "I think that's the plan, don't you?" I said. "But it'll never fit!" he exclaimed. "You don't know unless you try," I said. "Open wide, Baby." I shoved the head into his mouth. It required a little pushing, but it went in. "That's a lot of cock, huh, Chad?" I said. He took it out of his mouth. "Uh, yeah. A REAL lot!" he said. "Put it back in, Chad," I said, a little gruffly. "It belongs in your mouth!" Back in it went, a little easier this time. I pushed it in farther and farther, till he started to choke. "Soon you'll be getting in more and more, son," I said. "You'll be opening up your mouth till nearly all gets down there." He looked up at me a little scared. "Don't worry, boy," I said. "It won't hurt. I promise." I knew that was a big fucking lie, but you can't tell these little bitches the whole truth. It'll scare them off. I took my cock out of his mouth and smiled and winked at him. "It's time now for the main show, Chad," I said. "I'm really scared, Lance," he said. "It's just so huge." "I won't lie to you, Chad," I said. "It's going to hurt. It's going to hurt real bad, especially at first. "But you WILL get used to it, and it'll even start to feel pleasurable after a while. Trust me, in the end, so to speak, you'll be glad you let me do it. You'll have to trust me on that. "But I'm not going to force you, except to say that once I push the head of my cock into your ass, I won't stop fucking you, no matter how much you beg me. "Up until then, you can tell me to stop, and I will. Now, shall we start getting you stretched out? "OK, Lance," he said. "Good," I said. "Now get on all fours, Babe." I spread the little boy's cute but firm cheeks apart to reveal the cutest rosebud I'd seen in a long, long time. When the cool air hit it, he swooned. Slowly I placed my tongue on it. "My God, Dude!" he said. "What are you doing back there?" "I assume, DUDE," I said, mockingly, "that you've never been rimmed before." "What's that mean, Lance?" he asked. "You really are green," I said. "Were you lying to me when you said you'd done a few things with men before, Chad?" It got completely silent for a few seconds. "Yeah," he said. "I hope you won't get mad, but I've never done a thing with anyone before. "I lied about everything, Lance. I've done nothing before tonight. Absolutely nothing." "You mean, you've never even been kissed before?" I asked him. "No, never even been kissed before," he admitted. "I guess I'm pretty pathetic, huh. You can take me back to the dorm if you don't want me anymore, Lance." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was in bed with a COMPLETE virgin. This little boy hadn't been touched--at all! And with all that incredible equipment. He should've started fucking at 13!! "Baby," I said, "I'd never do that to a beautiful boy like you. It's well past time someone made love to you. What I was just doing is called rimming. That means someone licks in, around, on, and up your asshole." "Oh, God, Lance," he said. "That sounds really icky!" "I'll tell you what, Baby," he said. "You don't have to do it to me tonight. I'll just do it to you. "You just relax and see what you think about it. Tell me when I'm done if you still think it's `icky' as you just called it." "OK, Lance," he said. "That's a good idea. "You're a really nice guy. I wish I'd met you a few years ago when I was in high school." "You don't know how much I wish that, too, Chad," I said. I started rimming the little bitch. Before long he was in heaven. He was squirming so much I could hardly keep my tongue in, around, on, or up his ass--anywhere. And the sounds he was making were so low you'd think I had gagged him and told him to sing, "Old Man River." "I think you like it, huh, Chad?" I said, chortling. "I can't believe what I've been missing, Lance," he said. "Do you want me to do it to you?" "Not tonight, Babe. It's time for me to fuck the little hole I've just turned on so much." My little bitch groaned. This time I wasn't sure if it was residual groaning from the rim job or from the thought of being reamed by my big fat cock. I got the lube out of the dresser drawer. I lubed a finger and stuck in into his asshole. The bitch was tight--I mean, REALLY tight. He moaned. I was beginning to wonder big time about this fuck--well, that is, as much as a lech like I am could wonder. I put in two fingers and started scissoring. He did his best to keep quiet, but he was decidedly uncomfortable. I put in three fingers and twisted them around. He grimaced. Finally, I tried to get in four fingers. "Damn, Lance!" he said. "What are you doing back there?" "Trying to get four fingers up your ass, Babe," I said. "That's a lot, isn't it?" he asked. "Not compared to my 12½" cock it isn't," I said, laughing. "Fucking shit, Dude!" he exclaimed. "OK, Babe," I said. "This is it. If you want me to fuck you, prove it to me by lubing up my cock." Chad took the tube of lube and lubed me up good. He wanted to be sure it slid in as easily as it could. I placed the head of my cock touching his little rosebud. He flinched. "OK, Baby, listen up," I said. "This is it. This is your last chance to back down. "In a second, I'll push the head of my cock past the sphincter, that's the muscle at the entrance of your asshole. Once I do that, I won't stop. "I'll shove all 12½" of my cock up your ass, and I'll fuck you till I cum, no matter how long it takes. No matter how much you scream or beg me to stop, it won't matter. "I won't quit. Do you understand?" "Yes, Lance," he said. "Do you want to go on?" I asked him. "Yes, Lance," he responded. "Then tell me exactly what you want, my little bitch," I ordered him. "Fuck me, Lance. FUCK ME!" he responded. "Push out, Baby," I said. "It won't hurt as much that way. "Here goes. I'm going in!" I slowly shoved my cock into Chad's asshole. He was one tight little mother fucker. "Oooooo, ooooooh, fuck," he said. "Shit! That hurts!" "I know, Baby," I said. "I hate to admit it, but I love hearing you little bitches scream, especially you really tight ones. But it's OK because I know you'll soon be glad that I fucked you, and you won't even remember the pain." I shoved in about 4" more. "My God, Lance," he said. "It feels like you're sticking needles up my ass!" "That's because you're one tight fucker, Baby," I said. "One of the tightest I've ever fucked. "You should be proud. You're making me feel REALLY good." I shoved in another 4". "Fuck, Lance," he said. "You're going to have to stop. "REALLY. I can't take it." "You'll have to," I said, but I rubbed his back a little and then ran my fingers through his hair to try to relax him. I do have to be a little careful with these boys. I mean, after we're done, the bitch WILL talk to the other boys at the strip club. So, I have to give at least some semblance of caring about how they feel while I pop their cherries. After all, this IS an important event in their lives, even if for me it's just another notch in my popped cherries belt. I shoved in the rest. He screamed like crazy. I heard about six of my frat brothers laughing outside my bedroom door. "Oh my God!" he said. "I think you've fucked up my insides forever. What's all that noise?" "That's some of my frat brothers listening at the door. They love to hear me pop a virgin's cherry. Really turns them on. "I've popped some of theirs, too. By the way, Dude, you've got all 12½" up there now. You should be really proud." "I think I'm going to pass out, Lance," he said, which made me even harder. The brothers heard what he said and started to laugh hysterically. "I'll leave it up there for a while till you get used to it," I said. "No, start fucking me," he responded. "I don't want to wait." "OK, Babe," he said. "You're the boss." "Don't I wish," he said, sarcastically. That made me and all my frat brothers laugh. I started fucking his ass, slowly, but deliberately. It was good, very good. It was such a tight ass. It was obvious that not only was he a virgin, he'd never had ANYTHING up there before, not even a fucking pencil! After about fifteen minutes, he started to relax and stop groaning. He'd gotten into it. He even started fucking himself by moving back and forth meeting my thrusts. "I'm impressed, Baby," I said quite honestly. "Guys usually don't start fucking themselves like that till they've been fucked at least five or six times. And in my case, most guys never start fucking themselves!" "Guess I'm just a natural, right?" he asked me. "Guess so and guess it's time to turn you over," I said. I flipped Chad over onto his back in one quick motion without taking my cock out of his pussy. That impressed the little bitch. "I'll go in a little deeper this way, so it'll take a little time to get used to it again, Baby," I said. "OK, Lance. I trust you." It was a nice thing for the little bitch to say. It really didn't matter, but it was nice of him to say. Chad grimaced for a couple of minutes while he got used to my stronger, deeper thrusts. Soon he was once again meeting my thrusts as he began fucking himself. We smiled at each other. "You're a little whore, you know that?" I told him with a big grin on my face. "It's your fault if I'm a whore, bitch," he responded. "Bitch, huh? Oh, you'll pay for that," I said with a big smile. "Promises, promises," he said, and with that he wrapped his smooth but strong legs around my ass and started squeezing tight and drawing me toward him with each of my deep thrusts. Jesus Christ, this little boy had become a pro in less than one session of fucking! Where the hell had he learned all this? I started moaning with pleasure. "Oh, fuck," I groaned. "I can see that you are appreciating my tight virgin ass, Lance," he said, with a huge smile on his face. "Jesus Christ, Chad, if your ass weren't so fucking tight, I'd swear you'd been a paid whore for at least 10 years!" I said. "Hmmmmm, I think I'll take that as a compliment!" he answered. "You are one nasty bitch," I said, as I started beginning to lose complete control of myself. "Come on big boy," he said. "Shove that big cock up my ass. "Give it to me. I want to cum again." "Oh, God!" I said. "Where the fuck have you been all my life, Baby?" I asked him, about as full of lust as I'd been in many months. I started to get serious. I started concentrating on massaging his prostate every time I thrusted. Chad started to feel something he'd never felt before and didn't expect. His cock was getting hard again, yet no one was stimulating it. He looked down at it and didn't believe it. He looked up at me in disbelief but didn't say anything. He looked almost frightened. I just smiled back and laughed deeply. I was in control again. Chad just laid his head back and enjoyed the feeling. After a few minutes, my prostate massaging did the trick. Chad started to cum again--this time in quarts. Young boys are sooooo full of cum and can shoot it sooooo far. Once you get them going, they are basically nothing but sluts. "Oh, fuck, Lance," he said. "What's happening? I'm cumming again. I don't believe it." "Believe it, bitch!" I said. "You said you wanted to cum again. So, you got your wish." "Oh, my, God," he said, in complete disbelief but in complete nirvana at the same time. "Now it's my turn, little boy," I said. "I've been waiting to fill your tight little virgin asshole since I first saw it wiggle its way toward my booth a couple of hours ago." Chad swooned knowing that I had been thinking about fucking his ass for so long. "So," he said, "you've been thinking about my ass since you first saw it tonight, huh, bitch? Tight enough for you? Giving you what you wanted? What you needed?" "Oh, fuck, oh, shit, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, you're nasty, damn, fucker, you, God, damn, . . ." I said. "You'll remember this tight ass for the rest of your life, mother fucker," he said. "I don't care how many little boys' cherries you pop! This one you'll remember!" Right in the middle of my orgasm. What a smart-ass bitch! "You, fuck, -ing, bitch!" I said. "God, oh, it's, so, fuck, -ing, tight, God, damn, it's, good, so, fuck, -ing, good . . ." Chad pulled me down and kissed me tenderly on my lips, eyes, and cheeks while I continued my orgasm. Then he wrapped his arms around my neck tightly, pulled my ear to his mouth, whispered, "Thank you," to me, and then lightly kissed my ear. Then, he whispered in my ear that I'd have to finish cumming while he continued to blow lightly into my ear. I was in fucking heaven! "Oh, fuck, you -re, so, good, Ba, -by, I, can't, be, -lieve, you, have, -n't, done, this, be, -fore. Oh, fuuuuuck!" I was done--finally. I collapsed on top of him, totally spent. "I guess you just know how to bring out the animal in me, Babe," he said to me. "This was the most fantastic night of my life. I don't know how I could ever repay you, Lance." "You just did, Chad. Believe me, you just did," I said, as I took him into my arms, and we started kissing passionately. If you have any comments, email me at lm51872@comcast.net. Note: the first character is a lower case "L", not the numeral "1".