The Lance Effect Ch. 01

The story does not contain sex involving people under 18.

Thanks to YNC for the ideas.

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I grew up in a small village in Virginia. Everybody I knew was religious and conservative. Like our neighbors, we were always proper: Spoke properly, dressed properly, and behaved properly. When I was in junior high, I met Tatiana, who was a year younger. Our initial encounter happened when I bumped into her in the hall, and her books fell on the floor. I apologized and helped her collect the stuff. In the days that followed, we happened to see each other on breaks and smiled. One day, I dared to approach her and asked if she would like to meet me at Starbucks. She grinned and admitted she was hoping I'd ask her out. The next day I met her parents, and with their approval, I began going out with her.

For over a year, we haven't done anything but kiss before going home. She was my sweetheart. However, we didn't dare entertain anything but lock lips. We got married when I was 21 and she was 20. Since we were both in college, in the beginning, the parents helped us financially.

Fast forward 5 years. Tatiana and I became teachers and moved to Washington, DC. We worked in the same high school. She taught 9th and 10th graders biology, and I taught 11th and 12th graders math and physics. Our salaries were modest, but we didn't need much and were quite happy with our lives. Tatiana loved art and especially painting, while I liked photography. I took pictures in the parks nearby, where we strolled on many weekends.

Our first sexual intercourse was on our wedding night. It was a complete failure. Neither of us had previous experience, and reading about it was not enough. But gradually, we learned what each one liked and within a month, our sex became much more fun. Two months later, we began experimenting with different positions and alternated the places where we did it. While our bed was still the favorite place, we did it on the carpet, the dinner table, the shower, and even on the laundromat. We had sex almost every day. We both liked to start with oral, either giving or receiving, and end with wild, sometimes rough sex.

Two years after our wedding, our twins, Sherry and Thelma were born. The delivery was long and somewhat complicated, and Tatiana stayed an extra day in the hospital. The twins were mostly healthy and were growing fast, likely as a result of suckling for 6 months.

We were elated at the beautiful children we were blessed with and watched them grow to be like us: Quiet, polite, and good students in elementary school.

The emotional relationship between Tatiana and me remained very good. However, after our girls were born, our physical relationship hit a snag: My penis was 5.5" when fully erect, which by all accounts was the average size, and was perfect for Tatiana's tight vagina when we got married. But after the twins were born, her tunnel dilated and never returned to its former size. This was a big problem. All of a sudden, neither of us reached an orgasm during sexual intercourse. Our solution was oral sex. Initially, I ate her and after she came, she sucked me to a happy ending. Later, we discovered 69, and most of the time we used it to satisfy ourselves. We both liked oral, so it wasn't a BIG deal to give up 'normal sex', or at least that was the way I rationalized our solution.

...

After a few years of teaching, my wife and I felt comfortable in our job, and though the salary was still modest, we liked the benefits, especially the long summer vacation that we used to travel around with our kids. In the evenings, we had our dinner and talked with Sherry and Thelma about their day at school. Except for minor issues, god bless, they were doing great and their teachers had only nice things to say about them.

After the girls went to sleep, Tatiana and I discussed OUR issues at school: New teachers, changes in the curriculum, how certain students were doing, etc.

One day, Tatiana told me about one of her freshman students named Lance. According to her, he was a bright kid who sat in the second row and, unlike most other pupils, he hardly took her eyes from her. I laughed and said I had a couple of students who did the same, but weren't very smart. I forgot about him until a year later, when Tatiana mentioned him again. She claimed he was a computer wiz and helped her twice when she encountered problems in class. She smiled when she mentioned him, and I asked how he looked like. She chuckled, "Normal size, full of pimples, nothing impressive on the outside." Minutes later, our chat moved to a new school employee.

The following year, Lance became MY student. Tatiana was right: Lance was very smart. Both in math and physics, he effortlessly aced all the tests, and in class, he showed exceptional understanding of everything I taught. Like my wife mentioned before, he seemed to stare at me almost constantly with a tiny smile. Toward his senior year, Lance's appearance was changing before my eyes: he became taller, and his pimples were almost completely gone. His demeanor turned a little less polite, likely because he recognized his brain was above and beyond that of the other students. He finished the year with straight A's, of course. Both Tatiana and I attended the end of the year party. We talked briefly with many students, but I remember our chat with Lance. He claimed he was bored with school stuff and was interested in developing new software applications.

Tatiana smiled, "You were the best student I ever had, and your future is expected to be bright, but you should go to college and then decide what's next."

He glanced at her and mumbled, "I don't know. Bill Gates did very well without completing his studies."

I said, "Not everybody is Bill Gates. You are very gifted, but to succeed in the area you wish to concentrate on, you need to find what the market is ready for, and a lot of luck. We hope you achieve your goals."

Lance gazed at both of us for a moment and blurted, "Both of you were good teachers. Thank you. And I think I am ready to start a new chapter in my life."

...

Six years have passed. My wife and I settled into our teaching routines. Our growing girls were either in school or spending time with their girlfriends. Since we had more time, Tatiana resumed her love of painting, while I started going to the health club nearby. Most days, I'd start on a treadmill, move to the elliptical, and then try various instruments for another half an hour.

One afternoon, I chose to start bench pressing. I read somewhere that 135 pounds is a good weight for beginners, so I set it, lay under the barbell, and lowered it onto my chest. I tried to lift it and was able to do it twice, but I failed on my third attempt. It sat on my chest without me being able to lift it. I considered calling for help, but out of nowhere, 2 strong hands lifted the weight and placed it on the handle. I sat up and looked at the person who helped me. It was Lance! He was now taller than before, with good muscle tone that was noticed through his T shirt and shorts, and no more pimples.

He smiled at me, "Hi, teach. Remember me?"

"Of course. Lance, thanks for saving me. How are you doing these days?"

"Tell you what. First, let me show you the proper way to bench press, and then we can talk."

He loaded the machine with 225 pounds and easily lifted it several times. His biceps and quadriceps were impressive. His tight shorts hugged his midsection, and revealed a flat tummy. And then I noticed his dick's shape. It was resting on his right thigh and seemed very long and thick. I got distracted for a couple of seconds. Then he helped me, and I managed to lift the 135 pounds 5 times. I thanked him, and later we sat down, and he told me about the last 6 years. He got accepted to Harvard, but just like Mr. Gates before him, he quit and worked on a startup for travelers. It took him 6 months, and Google bought it from him for 10 million dollars. Next, he and 2 friends created software that allowed better recognition of malformations and certain lesions on medical imaging devices. GE bought it from them for 120 million. At present, he was busy with another project that Johnson and Johnson was interested in.

I was astonished, "You are so young and have accomplished so much already..."

He smiled, "I guess I was blessed and... lucky."

After another 10 minutes, we each went to exercise, promising to talk further. I exercised for another 40 minutes and went to the showers. I undressed, started the water, lifted my head, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the hot water pouring on my sweaty body. A couple of minutes later, somebody started showering nearby. I heard Lance chuckle, "We haven't seen each other in years, and now we follow each other. By the way, I come here every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday around 8:30 pm to avoid the large crowds."

I opened my eyes and saw him naked next to me. His body was athletic and practically perfect. Then I saw his pecker. It was hanging down and at least 6" long. The head was large and purple, and leaned on a heavy, hairy sack. I couldn't take my eyes off it. The only place I've ever seen male genitalia was on occasions in the health club showers, but I've never seen such a huge one before. He saw me ogling his organ, stared at my much smaller one, and just smiled.

I soaped myself, now and then sneaking a glimpse at his marvelous member. He seemed to ignore my stares, and nonchalantly soaped his body too, taking longer time doing his genitals. I sighed, reentered under the pouring water, and 10 minutes later left the facility.

I came home and felt slightly lightheaded, so I went to sleep early.

...

I woke up at 3 am from a weird dream: I was strolling in the local park, and suddenly Lance showed up before me. He was completely naked, and his penis was rock hard, aiming at the sunny sky. I asked him, "Don't you think other people can see you like that?" He laughed, "Teach, I don't care what other people think. I care about your opinion. Does it offend you my cock is sticking up like that?" I grinned, "Not really. It looks huge. You are blessed." And he said, "Yes, I know." And then I woke up. I went to pee, still thinking about the bizarre dream.

The following Thursday, I had an errand in the afternoon, and ended up going to the sports facility later than usual. I saw Lance bench pressing. He lifted 250 pounds several times without showing signs of fatigue. And his shorts again demonstrated the elongated shape of his flaccid organ.

I caught myself ogling his groin and rushed to one of the corners to walk on the treadmill, thinking, 'What is happening to me? Why am I becoming obsessed with his gigantic thing?!...'

I had no clear answer. After finishing 20 minutes on the treadmill, I sweated profusely. I went to the men's area, removed my clothes, and walked toward the showers. Lance was there, under the pouring water. He saw me and signaled to me to join the nearest shower. There was no polite way to say no, and I opened the water near him.

A short time later, he asked me how my wife was doing. I glanced at him and said, "She is doing well, and even got a nice plaque for exceptional work." He smiled, "Yes, I always thought Mrs. Short was not only beautiful on the outside, but a good teacher too." I noticed that while he talked to me, his hand was slowly soaping his member. In fact, it looked like it was expanding, and rather than aiming down like before, it was now directed more forward.

He saw my eyes and grinned. Then he said, "I am going to the jacuzzi now. You can join me if you wish."

I followed him. There was nobody else in the jacuzzi area. Lance did a few stretches in the water and then floated on top of the bubbly water face up. His prick bulged on the surface with the crown facing me. I leaned back on the ledge and stared at his rod for quite some time, unable to take my eyes off his organ.

Suddenly, he changed position, leaned back like me, grabbed my hand in his, and placed it on his penis. I was shocked, and removed my hand like I had been bitten by a snake, "Lance, what is wrong with you?"

He smiled innocently, "I've seen you looking and inspecting my cock a few times now. I thought you'd get a better feel by touching it."

"Look, it's unusually big, but I am not gay."

"Of course not. You are happily married, but wouldn't you agree that your curiosity may be better answered by touching it? According to Mrs. Short, our eyes can get a single dimension of stuff. Using other senses may enhance our perception and understanding."

I giggled, "Aren't you distorting the meaning of what she said? And even if I agreed with you, people come and go through this area. They'll see us."

"Not true. Our bodies below the waist are underwater, and others, even if they enter the jacuzzi, cannot see a thing."

"... I don't know..."

Lance took my palm and placed it on his shaft. I looked from above. He was right; nothing could be seen below the bubbly water and the thick vapors.

The dick was soft and velvety to the touch. I moved up gently, feeling the helmet. It was spongy, yet firmer than the shaft, with a concave slit. I stared at Lance's face. His head was leaning on the ledge with his eyes closed, and his face showed delight. He apparently enjoyed my touch. My fingers trailed down and met the thin foreskin. His organ jolted mildly. I continued south, meeting the hairy base and his large sack. I heard Lance moan softly. It seemed he enjoyed my touch the same way I did... I moved back to his wide shaft and noticed it was now larger, stiffer, and pointing more up. He mumbled, "Your delicate touch is very pleasant."

I didn't know what to say and just whispered, "Thank you." I felt his organ growing slowly in my palm.

Then, he opened his eyes, gazed at me with his blue eyes, and said, "Let's go to the wet sauna. At this hour, it is always empty." He stood up and moved to the dark sauna room. I went behind him. Lance operated the hot vapors and sat on the upper bench. He signaled to me to sit by his side. As I took my place, I saw his prick was still at half mast. It was much thicker and longer than before. I watched it, marveled at its size and shape. Pretty soon, the visibility in the room was minimal. I bent slightly to see his pecker better, and Lance blurted, "Teach, why don't you lie down on the bench and put your head on my lap? You'll be able to see much better and even touch it again if you wish."

"I think it will be too much. Somebody may show up, and it will be embarrassing."

"I've been to the sauna at this hour multiple times, and nobody ever arrived. But even if somebody will, the vapors are so thick, that anybody who enters can see nothing for a couple of minutes, and it will give you enough time to sit up."

I hesitated, but eventually my curiosity took over, and I rested my head on his lap, staring at his tool. It was now soft again. I touched the helmet, causing it to jerk. Then I caressed the body of his cock, noticing the bulging veins. As my fingers gingerly played with it, it started rising again. A funny thought crossed my mind, 'Tatiana loved sucking my penis. How would it feel to do it?' Of course I wouldn't do it; after all, I was not gay, but the thought never left my mind. I watched it engorging before my eyes, and the temptation to taste it became stronger. My lips got dry and I licked them. The spongy head was now about an inch from my face...

"Do it, teach. I know you want to. It's OK, go ahead." His eyes pierced mine with a knowing smile.

I had no idea how Lance guessed my thoughts, but he was right. I still didn't dare do it. Then his hand gently pushed the back of my head toward his member until it touched my lips. I licked the tip. It tasted like jacuzzi water. I parted my lips and began milking the head lightly. I felt it becoming longer and harder. I spread my lips wider and could barely accommodate the helmet in my mouth. However, it felt great; like a giant pacifier in my mouth. I moved forward slowly, taking in more and more of it. When about 3" were left outside, I was about to choke and stopped. I licked the underside and relished the new feeling.

I started thinking about Tatiana's oral job, and began understanding why she liked it. Yes, my dick was much smaller, but the humongous thing in my mouth felt amazing. I started bobbing on it, hearing Lance's moans turn louder. All of a sudden, he tensed, and his hands grabbed the back of my head. He began moving gently in and out of my mouth, and with no warning, a stream of slimy spunk entered my throat. Deep down I knew that eventually Lance would orgasm, but I wasn't ready at the time and began to gag. However, his firm hands never let go, and I was forced to swallow his whitish goo as it came.

Once the gush dwindled, his hands moved away from my head, and I was able to sit up. I was embarrassed, ashamed, and confused. I just gave an oral to a guy, a former student of mine!... I didn't suffer. Actually, much of the time I enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside my mouth, and his cum was not revolting. The opposite; I liked the taste. The only real issue was that I wasn't ready for his nonstop jets. To my amazement, I noticed my own dick was fully erect!...

Lance looked at me and blurted, "Teach, I don't know about you, but I think you did a fantastic job, and I loved every moment of it."

I mumbled, "I don't know... It wasn't supposed to happen. I am not gay. But frankly, it wasn't as bad as I thought."

He gazed at my stiffy and smiled, "I see you liked it too. Excellent. Teach, I have to leave now, but I'll be here on Monday evening. It will be nice to see you again."

...

I returned home dazed. It was difficult to absorb what happened to me at the health center. It wasn't me. Until today I was the loving husband who was attracted only to my amazing wife and never entertained the thought of touching another guy's dick. And now I have become a cocksucker. Of my student, no less!... How did it happen? Did my brain undergo a sudden switch? The thoughts of desperation and despair intermingled with those that reminded me I wasn't forced to do anything, and at the time, I actually liked the whole act... What did it all say about me? About my future?...

I went to bed, but it took me close to 2 hours to fall asleep.

The next day, I stood before my students and recited the lesson automatically. My mind was somewhere else. Lance's organ floated before my eyes and distracted me. I saw on their faces that some students sensed something was different, but they didn't speak. I returned home at 2 pm, sat in front of the TV, and looked blankly at the screen.

Tatiana returned home half an hour later and laughed, "Honey, it's the first time I see you watching a sermon by a priest."

I woke up from my daydream and realized what program was on TV. I switched it to the history channel and mumbled, "I was thinking about something that happened in school today."

"Let me prepare dinner because the girls will be back soon. Later, in bed, you can tell me all about it."

At the table, Sherry was chatty, as usual, while Thelma just giggled, hearing her twin complain about the dumb teacher who didn't realize Josh was tricking her. Tatiana participated in the girls' conversation while I listened half-heartedly to the gossip, still remembering the Thursday evening event.

After watching 2 episodes of Married With Children with my wife, we went to bed. She smiled, "Clint, the whole day since I came back, your brain seemed to be somewhere else. Would you rather talk about it or... enjoy some action?"

I chose the action. Tatiana grinned, "I knew it. You men just need a hint that sex may be on the menu, and you pounce on it."

I smiled, "Dear, if you don't like us, next time marry somebody without testosterone."

"I didn't say I didn't like it, but your reaction was very predictable."

Tatiana undressed slowly. She was always proud of her figure, and to be fair, so was I. She was 5'4", 128 pounds, which were kept constant with proper diet and twice weekly yoga classes. Her C-cup tits stood high on her chest despite 3 months of nursing both our girls. Her flat tummy and widening hips were very sexy, and the mere view of her nude body was enough to excite my prick. It wasn't different this time. I removed my clothes rapidly and jumped into bed with her. I sucked hungrily on her pointy nipples and felt her palm closes on my erection and begin massaging it. After 10 minutes of kissing and fondling, we switched to 69, and started pleasuring each other orally.

Tatiana was very horny, and her mouth bobbed my hardness faster than usual. I licked, lapped, and munched gently on her labia, sending her to a great height before touching her clitoris. As her climax continued, I felt my own orgasm was pending. I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy, rubbed her G-spot and used my thumb to tweak her clitty. Her body jolted, and she began whimpering. As I started cumming, Lance's cock appeared before my eyes. I closed them, imagined I was having it down my throat, and came violently. Tatiana swallowed my juice and then chuckled, "Darling, you were very aroused. I guess I didn't lose my charm yet."

"Of course you didn't. You are pretty, and your figure is to die for."

She grinned, "Liar. After having 2 children, my body is not what it used to be."

I laughed, "Before, you were mentioning how predictable men were. Well, I haven't seen a woman who didn't complain about defects in her body. And I mean even movie stars or beauty queens."

"Honey, you are right, as usual. Let's go to sleep. Good night."

I kissed her tenderly, and several minutes later, I heard her monotonous breathing that told me she was asleep. I kept awake for another 20 minutes, thinking about the vision I had that led to my climax.

...

Monday evening, I went to the club. Lance arrived at 9 pm. He exercised less than usual, and half an hour later, he entered the sauna. My brain fought with my body about what to do. It took 5 minutes before my body won. The sauna was covered in a white cloud with zero visibility. I moved slowly half blinded forward and almost hit Lance. He giggled. I sat nearby, watching him lean back with his eyes closed.

We didn't talk for about 5 minutes, and then I blurted, "During the time since Thursday, I thought about what happened before."

He didn't open his eyes, "And what did you decide?"

"I am happily married, and what we did was wrong."

He opened his eyes, had a mischievous smile, and said, "As you wish. You are a mature adult and can make your own decisions." Then he shut his eyes, and his large hand moved slowly toward his prick and gently massaged it.

I couldn't resist and watched him playing with himself before my eyes. The sight was erotic and... tempting. I couldn't take it, and when his palm caressed the base, my hand touched the spongy head. He sighed and muttered, "The moment you entered I knew you were attracted to my cock. Good boy."

He removed his hand from his genitals and allowed me free access to his magic wand. It grew in my hand, and my desire to take it in my mouth became overwhelming. I wrapped my lips around his large girth and began working the magnificent organ. Lance caressed my cheeks and murmured, "Teach, when I was in your class, I noticed your full lips and back then tried to imagine how they'd feel sucking me. Well, your lips feel terrific. Whether you are heterosexual or bisexual, I think god intended for you to use them as a sucking tool, and I am happy to be on the receiving end."

I didn't bother answering. I enjoyed having him down my throat, and he was right. Part of the fun was to notice that if I slowed down, his member was slowly becoming softer, yet when I accelerated, it was becoming steely hard in my mouth, filling it to the rim. This control over the timing of his orgasm was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I felt my own penis getting extremely stiff. I continued bobbing his massive cock while using my hand to jack off as well. I timed everything perfect, and as I sensed I was closing in on climaxing, I intensified my oral manipulation and got rewarded with his tasty spurt exactly when my own peak occurred. This time, the act was as good as I have ever felt during a sex act. I greedily swallowed his cum and then licked his deflating organ clean.

Lance looked at me with an amused expression, "Your blow job was the best I ever got. You liked it as well, didn't you?"

I blushed, "Yes, I did. It's funny, because I love my wife and like having sex with her, yet sucking you makes me feel very good..."

"That's OK. Unlike you, I do not care about the reason for what we discovered together. I just wish for us to have fun. It's time for me to stop addressing you as teach. How would you like me to call you?"

"Call me by my first name, Clint."

"Much better. I will."

"Look Clint, since we both enjoy our interaction, I think it could be better to do it in a place where we are not restricted by time. I am not married, and I own a house with a swimming pool and a jacuzzi. How would you like to visit my house?"

"... I don't know... when would I do it? I mean, I work a full time job, I am married, and I have children that I spend time with after hours and during weekends."

"One option could be that rather than coming here, you'll drive to my house on certain evenings. Look, Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, I'll be home. I'll give you my phone number and address, and if you change your mind, just text me or show up at my door."

I stared at Lance. He looked sincere. I said I'll think about it and left shortly after.

...

At home, I was again puzzled by how circumstances led me to such an unexpected direction. I started my life in a conservative area, and thought of becoming the same: Have a good wife, a few children, a good job, and a traditional life. And everything turned on its head. I was cheating on my loving wife with our former male student. WTF?... My brain was on fire, yet I knew my body craved Lance. Lance's cock. What to do?

All these questions hurt my concentration, but my initial curiosity with Lance turned into an obsession. An addiction.

On Wednesday, rather than driving to the sports club, I arrived at Lance's big house. His grass was neatly trimmed, and I saw the kidney-shaped pool and the jacuzzi for 4. His property was surrounded by a tall fence; nobody could peek inside unless they entered through the unlocked gate.

I rang the bell. Lance opened the door wearing a long robe. He had a broad smile, "I guessed you'd show up and made sure the pool water was warm enough and the jacuzzi clean and ready to be used."

"I didn't know you wanted us to go into the water, and I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Nobody can see us in here. The yard is isolated, and it's safer than being in the jacuzzi at the club." He removed his robe and had nothing underneath. His trim yet muscular body looked like an Olympic athlete. He was definitely a marvelous specimen of a virile man. as he was walking toward the pool, his long penis dangled between his muscular thighs. I hesitated for a couple of seconds and then joined him in the pool. The water was warm and pleasant, which was perfect as the air temperature was around 70 degrees.

Lance did several laps, each one using a different style, demonstrating great agility. I leaned on the pool edge and just observed him swim. When he was done, I saw him grinning, "I love to swim in the evening. It energizes me. You should try it once."

I knew how to swim, but was never an avid swimmer. I tried a freestyle and then breaststroke. He laughed at my effort. He came over, made me lie on his forward-directed hands, and told me how to improve my breast strokes. I attempted to do what he suggested, and he encouraged me to continue until I did it right. At the same time, it felt good being in his strong arms, so when my breaststroke movements were OK, I asked him to teach me the butterfly style. He carried me under my chest and lower belly, and patiently instructed me on how to move my hands. As I was doing it, my body slid forward, and my soft penis landed on his arm. It felt like an electric shock, and my dick began rising.

Lance smirked, "I see my swimming student is getting aroused. But now you cannot see my pecker. Is it exciting to be in my arms?"

I blushed and lowered my head. He sighed, "Clint, what is it you really want?"

I didn't answer. I got down and leaned against the pool wall, looking at the fence.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him slowly coming my way. I didn't move. He hugged my tummy from behind, bent his head, and whispered, "Clinty, what IS your wish? There is no shame. Tell me the truth."

I had no idea how to answer until I heard my soft voice, "It felt good in your arms." What made me say it? I had no clue.

Next, I felt his hands trail my chest, pinch lightly my nipples, and slowly move up. Then his big thumb gingerly touched my lips. I opened them, and he inserted it into my mouth. I sucked it lightly. He moved closer to me, and his growing phallus nestled in my crack. I continued sucking on his thumb, and gently rode his mounting pole. Lance muttered, "Clint, I think the time has come." I was mum. I knew what he meant, but I didn't dare thinking about it.

He turned me around and looked me in the eye. He blurted, "I want you."

I was scared shit. I was horny and wanted him too, but his humongous cock frightened me. Accepting him in my mouth was one thing, and I actually loved it. But shoving it in my ass was likely going to rip me apart, and I'd end up in the hospital, needing surgery.

I begged him, "Lance, everything but that. You'll definitely tear my backside, and I'll need to rush to the hospital. How will I explain it to Tatiana and my kids?"

"It won't happen. I am bisexual. I've done anal before with other women and men. Everyone was initially afraid, but with patience and a lot of lubrication anal penetration ended up in immense pleasure by my partners and me without exceptions."

I wasn't convinced, "Are you sure? I'll be happy to suck you off instead..."

"Some other time. Your body is ready for the real thing, and I think that like many other things in life, you just need to overcome the first time jitters."

"... do you promise to remove it if it hurts too much?..."

"I do!"

"... OK..."

I was trembling, and Lance helped me dry up. Then he led me to his bedroom. I was dizzy. It was a mixture of arousal and fear of the unknown. I saw him pulling a tube of KY jelly. He spread 2 large towels on his king size bed and helped me lie on my abdomen, facing him. His tumescent rod was right in my face. I lowered the helmet and inserted it into my mouth. He let me enjoy my private pacifier for a moment, and then I felt his fingers smear jelly over my crack and anus. I liked his gentle touch. Next, a finger invaded my puckered hole. It caught me by surprise, and my sphincter contracted on his finger. He mumbled, "Relax, it doesn't hurt. It's just like a simple rectal exam." He was right; I felt no pain, and seconds later, my sphincter softened. His finger started going gingerly in and out and later circularly, gently dilating my orifice. It actually felt nice, though I was reluctant to admit it...

And then, a second finger found its way into my ass. It felt tighter, but it wasn't hurtful. Lance patiently moved both fingers around and around for a couple of minutes, while I was still bobbing his now very hard cock. Suddenly, both fingers came out off my ass hole. It felt empty and... neglected. I didn't have time to think too much about it, and another object, bigger than the 2 fingers, slowly penetrated my butt. It felt much tighter, and wasn't painful. Was it a dildo? A butt plug? I wasn't sure, but I was happy it still felt good inside, especially when Lance pushed it all the way, and it hit my prostate. The constant nudging of my prostate made me much hornier, and I accelerated my movement over his erection.

Subsequently, Lance pulled his cock from my mouth, mounted the bed behind me, pulled the device from my butthole and his pole began pushing into me. He advanced at a snail's pace, and my sphincter gradually dilated, trying to accommodate his gigantic organ. At one point, I felt it reached the maximum stretch and was ready to shout for him to stop when I heard a loud plop, and his cock was inside. It hurt like hell, and I was afraid to move. Lance did not attempt to move forward, waiting for me to relax my sphincter. After like half a minute, my pain started subsiding, and a feeling of fullness prevailed. I was able to relax my sphincter somewhat. Lance added jelly and began minor in and out movements. At the same time, he gently progressed more in, eventually meeting my prostate. By then, the severe pain was almost completely gone and was replaced by a pleasant pain. Gradually, Lance pounded my ass faster and harder, and to my amazement, it felt wonderful. My penis, which shrank completely during the painful penetration, hardened and my arousal was as high as could be. God, I loved being fucked and was ready to cum!...

I heard Lance groan as he rammed his monster deep into my ass hole. I began countering his drilling and, lo and behold, my cock began spewing massive amounts of sperm on the towels below. I was shaking, feeling like never before, being plowed from behind, and loving every minute of it. After what felt like an hour of constant bliss, Lance ejaculated in my bowels while howling loudly. As his cock started shriveling, my own climax declined and I rested on my abdomen, exhausted. When he pulled out, my ass felt very empty. I craved something in it, but nothing else entered.

I waited a couple of minutes and then rushed to the bathroom. I emptied myself and took a short shower. I exited the bathroom with my face flushed. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Lance chuckled, "I know it hurt some in the beginning, but you had fun later and even orgasmed. How are you doing?"

I stared at the carpet and whispered, "You are right. Initially, it hurt a lot. But you were very considerate, and later it was very pleasurable."

"Clint, I think that now we can say that you are bisexual. You like sex with women and men. Would you like us to continue, or one time was enough?"

"I am too lightheaded to think about it yet. It may take me some time to grasp everything we just did. From a straight, loyal, married guy, in a very short time, you turned me into an active gay guy."

"Clinty, don't blame me. I may have helped guide you in that direction, but you seemed to enjoy the path."

I hugged Lance, "I didn't mean it that way. I was just saying that if you weren't around, nothing we did would happen."

"Well, as I mentioned before. It's up to you. You can stop it any time you wish, and your secret will stay between you and me. But if you want to continue, you know how to contact me."

I left his house sometime later. I had a headache, but my body felt energized...

...

For the next week, I refrained from calling Lance or going to the health center in the evenings. My mind had a mixture of emotions: Shame, guilt, craving, constant arousal, anger, and neediness. Tatiana sensed the change in my behavior, but realized I wasn't ready to talk about it and didn't push.

On the 7th night, she said, "Honey, I don't know what's eating you. I hope it's not something terrible like newly diagnosed cancer or you are about to be fired, but I think that giving you oral may help whatever the issue is."

I smiled, and she saw it as a sign that she was right. Tatiana licked, sucked and milked my cock the best she could. I erupted in her oral cavity 15 minutes later, but like before, Lance's beast reappeared before my eyes as I was cumming down her throat. I kissed Tatiana tenderly, feeling the taste of my seed on her lips, and thanked her. However, I knew I needed Lance...