The Lance Effect

In the previous chapter: My wife, Tatiana, and I were teachers in a high school in Washington, DC. One day, when I was exercising at the local health club, I met Lance, a former student of ours. We started talking and later moved to the showers, jacuzzi, and wet sauna. I was impressed by his huge penis and could not stop myself from ogling it. Gradually, after several episodes of visiting the facility at the same time, I became obsessed with his dick, and Lance persuaded me to touch it, then suck it, and eventually to have anal sex with him.

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I arrived at the health club on Monday at 8:40 pm. Lance was there already, using the elliptical. I walked toward him and said hi. He continued pedaling, ignoring me. Then I saw him talk to another redhead guy for 15 minutes. For some reason, the other guy's face looked familiar, but I wasn't sure where from.

I exercised for 25 minutes, until I saw him going toward the showers. I moved there too, and showered next to him. I glanced at him multiple times, but he disregarded me completely. Then he moved to the sauna. I followed him and pleaded, "Lance, why are you avoiding me?"

As the white fog slowly filled the room, he blurted, "You disappeared for a week and didn't bother telling me anything. What did you expect?"

"Sorry... I was struggling with the idea that I was betraying my wife and the mother of my children with a young guy..."

"I think you were right. Whatever we had was unimportant and an obvious mistake, so get out and stop bugging me."

"Lance, it took me time to understand you have become a VERY important part of my life..."

"Are you certain?"

"I am."

"I've haven't told you, but there are 2 girls I see from time to time, and 2 other guys with whom I have intimate relationships too. So you might want to reconsider your desire to continue meeting with me."

His confession hit me like a brick, but my physical needs were too strong, and I mumbled, "If you promise you will not contract an STD, whatever you do in your free time is none of my business."

"Clinty, I forgive you, but don't ever disappear without talking to me first, or we are done. Capisce?"

"Yes..."

"OK. You have my permission to suck me."

"Thank you, Lance."

I moved between his spread knees and devoured his tool. It felt as if I hadn't touched his cock for ages. It continuously grew inside my mouth, filling it to capacity. My dick stiffened quickly as well. I was on cloud 9, playing with my own member, and minutes later, gingerly fondled his testicles, making him moan and cum down my throat. I peaked within seconds in my palm.

When we were done, I sat beside him on the upper shelf and looked at him. He smiled at me, "On Wednesday, rather than coming here, I'll wait for you at my house. I missed fucking your cute butt."

I grinned, "I hope this time I'll be less afraid and more ready."

...

Wednesday evening, after entering the house, he asked if I cared to use the jacuzzi. The evening was cold, and I wasn't in the mood, so I muttered, "If YOU want it, we'll go, but I'd rather feel your body next to me on the bed."

Lance smirked, "You meant INSIDE me, didn't you?"

"Yes," I whispered shamefully.

"Take off everything and wait for me on the bed on all 4."

I did as ordered. While I was on my knees and elbows, I heard him talking on the phone with another guy, "... I can't this evening... next time... I'll call you before..."

Lance approached the bed, undressed and placed his flaccid penis an inch from my lips. His intention was clear as day; my lips parted, and I began bobbing his magnificent tool. He caressed my hair and murmured, "That is great, Clitty." I must have misheard him. He probably said Clinty... I gave head for almost 10 minutes before his prick was ready for the real deal.

He moved behind me, spread KY jelly on and around my anus, and unlike the first time, when he prepared my ass with fingers and dildo, he slowly pushed his stiff monster into my unprepared sphincter. He did it gently, but the orifice widened too slowly for him, and eventually, he just shoved it inside.

I had tears in my eyes and was sure my butt hole was torn, but I clutched my teeth and resisted the temptation to run away. The pain lasted almost a full minute before, slowly, the torture became less hurtful and more pleasant. Lance started riding me at a fast speed, and his pole-head hit my prostate relentlessly, raising my arousal rapidly.

I heard him groan, "Damn, Clitty, your ass is so tight, that I won't be able to hold for long."

By that time I was very horny as well. I helped Lance by moving my butt back each time his pole rammed into me. This time I didn't even have to touch my own dick, the violent massage of my prostate did the trick and I began quivering as my erect member ejaculated my goo on his bedcover. I felt his organ spasm as it erupted in my bowels with hot lava.

When my orgasm started subsiding, I fell on my tummy, exhausted. This time, the beginning was rougher and more painful than before, yet the climax was much higher! I stayed like that, waiting patiently for Lance's pecker to deflate. Eventually it did, and he pulled out.

My instinct was to hurry to the bathroom and empty myself, but Lance had another idea. He stood before my face and pointed his finger at his partially stiff cock. Yes, he wanted me to clean him. With my mouth! I overcame the nasty smell and licked the helmet. Then I took him into my mouth and milked the shrinking beast gently, using my tongue to lick his tool all over.

When I finished, I gazed at Lance. He smiled at me, "Good boy. I love fucking you. You are so tight that drilling my schlong into you is a real work, but a very pleasurable one. Are you OK?"

I whispered, "Yes, I am."

He noticed the stain of my ejaculate on his bed cover, and his expression changed, "Clitty, next time ensure that the bed is better protected, otherwise, you'll have to lick and clean it with your tongue. Understood?"

"I do..."

...

Thursday evening, when I entered the facility, I saw Lance and the redhead guy whom I've seen once before, sitting on a bench and talking enthusiastically about something. I exercised for 20 minutes, feeling that my anus did not close completely after the rough abuse the day before. After a short shower, I went to the sauna and sat there for 10 minutes before Lance showed up.

I asked him, "Who is the guy with the red hair?"

"He is one of my 2 partners. Each time there is a problem or one of us has an idea, we prefer to talk it over face to face, and it doesn't matter if are are home, at friends, or here."

"His face looks vaguely familiar."

"He is a year older than me. His name is Morton Dorfman, or Morty. I think you were his physics teacher a few years back."

Now I remembered. Morton has changed quite a bit, but his red hair should have given me the clue. I smiled, "Yes, now I recall. He was a good student."

Lance blurted, "If he comes here again, I'll introduce you two, and you can reminisce on past memories. He is not only my partner, but also a good friend, and we share many things."

I grinned and lowered my gaze at Lance's prick. Interestingly, it was at half mast. Did mentioning Morton raise some memories about erotic experiences they had together? I let it go.

Lance had a mischievous smile, "Are you interested sucking on your adult pacifier?"

"I do."

"So start because in half an hour I have to go meet somebody."

I leaned my head on his lap and began blowing his member. I was addicted to the hardening monster, irrationally needing to keep it in my mouth and sucking on the growing lollipop. He got erect quickly and rather than letting me suck him off, he began fucking my face. It was less gentle, but still pleasant for me too. He came in my mouth, dumping a gallon of slimy stuff. I swallowed it hungrily. He blurted, "Monday, we'll meet at the club, but Wednesday, be at my house at 8 pm." And seconds later, he left.

I stayed in the sauna for another 15 minutes, thinking about the direction our relationship was going. Lance took me for granted, and the way he treated me was becoming humiliating: He called me Clitty, forced me to lick his cock after anal sex, and even threatened me if I stain his beddings again. In my prior life, I would have never stood for this behavior, but my obsession and addiction to his gigantic tool were unrelenting, and I gave in to all his demands.

...

During the weekend, I tried my best to be a good father and husband. I drove my teenage daughters around and listened to their latest stories about lousy teachers and hot guys. On both nights, I 69 Tatiana, prolonging our oral and making her orgasm harder. She kissed me, saying I was the best husband ever. I thought to myself, 'If she only knew...'

On Monday, as I entered the sports center, I saw Lance talking to Morton again. I approached them, and Lance said, "Morty, remember your former teacher, Mr. Short?"

He chuckled, "But of course. It's nice to see you after such a long time."

I grinned, "Morton, I probably changed very little, but you became tall and handsome. And I hear from Lance you 2 work together on an interesting project."

"Teach, Lance is running the project while I help when I can. He is a genius and a very good friend. We like similar things and share a lot."

"Well, Morton, it was nice meeting you, and I hope to see you again soon."

He smiled, "I am sure about it."

...

On Wednesday, as arranged, I drove to Lance's house. It was a hot day, and even the evening temperature was scorching 82 degrees. Lance insisted we'd spend time at the pool. I didn't have a swimsuit, but Lance convinced me it was safe to be in the nude. We swam a little. Then Lance climbed the ledge and sat on it with his legs in the water, watching the darkness and the appearing stars. Initially, while still in the water, I did the same, but then my eyes shifted to his glorious rod. It was silently calling me, tempting me to put it in my mouth. I moved between his thighs and grabbed his flesh and fondled it lovingly. He glanced at me with a smile. I inserted it into my mouth and milked it lightly. It began its ascent, and I felt my oral cavity fill up. When his organ became rock hard, he removed it from my mouth, jumped into the pool, and said, "Clitty, I am in the mood to fuck you here, in the water."

I pleaded, "But Lance, anal sex without proper lubrication is going to be an unpleasant torture..."

"I thought about it." Next, he lifted a plastic bottle with oily stuff in it and said, "This oily liquid is especially suited for underwater use. Trust me, I used it before. It really works."

"... as you say..."

He made me bend forward on the stairs and smeared the thick, oily stuff on my crack and perineum as well as his tumescent prick. Then we returned to the pool. I leaned my elbows on the pool's edge, and Lance took his place behind me. He gingerly pushed the spongy head into my puckered hole, and it gradually dilated. To my surprise, 30 seconds later, my sphincter was wrapped around his massive shaft, and I felt no pain! I experienced the familiar fullness, but it was very enjoyable. I mumbled, "You were right. This time I had no pains, and your massive dicky feels great."

He giggled, "I told you."

Next, he began pounding my butt like there was no tomorrow. I recall having a bliss and begging him to fuck me harder. I became extremely horny in a short time, moaning and wishing it would never end. As my climax was pending, his thumb trailed my lips. I milked it, and my huge orgasm took over me. I was shaking, unable to do anything about it, feeling whole with both my orifices being used. Lance's drilling my butt turned vicious and he came a couple of minutes later. It was the first time my anal sex felt like a magic dream from beginning to the end. And I loved it! With my mouth full, it felt even better... I told him that. He laughed knowingly.

Before leaving, I mentioned to Lance that I won't show up on Monday. Several teachers from our school arranged a small party for my birthday. Lance looked at me, "Why didn't you tell me before? You deserve something special. Enjoy the rest of the week with friends, and we'll meet here on Monday, 8 pm sharp. OK?"

I smiled, "I'll be happy to."

...

The party was nice and polite. We put snacks on the table with a chocolate cake and lit candles. Three of the teachers drank alcohol, while Tatiana and I never tasted it and elected to drink juice and coffee. The other teachers bought me a nice orchid, which I liked.

When everybody left, Tatiana winked at me, "Oldie, once our brats are asleep, we can celebrate in bed." Our 69 before falling asleep was tender and nice.

Monday evening, I arrived 10 minutes early, trying to guess what present Lance was talking about. He smiled mysteriously, and said, "Last time, you liked being fucked in the pool. The evening is very warm and I'd like to have you in the pool again."

I grinned, "I'd like that."

We undressed and entered the warm water. It was very pleasant. We swam for 15 minutes, and then Lance hugged me from behind. My hand found his pecker and started bobbing it at an increasing rate. He was erect within 5 minutes. He moved me to the stairs, spread the oily stuff, lowered me to the water, and pinned me to the pool's wall. Two minutes later, his cock was buried in my rectum and he was plowing me rapidly. My delight was immense, and I was lightheaded from pleasure. I closed my eyes and let the utter pleasure flow through my body.

Suddenly, I heard Lance saying, "Hi Morti, just in time. Take off your clothes and sit on the ledge." Morton smiled and went toward the house to shed his clothes.

I was stunned and terrified. I attempted to free myself from Lance, but to no avail. He was much stronger.

He whispered in my ear, "Clitty, relax. Morti is your birthday present. You liked both your ass and mouth filled during our fun, so I persuaded my friend here to contribute his cock for your birthday."

"Lance, are you crazy? Why would you do such a thing without asking my permission first?"

"You are not nice. Everything was done FOR YOU, and that is the way you thank us? You disappoint me. I think you should go. Dress up, leave my house, and don't bother me again."

I couldn't believe my ears; Lance was dumping me because I denied his friend?!... I was addicted to Lance's tool, and giving up wasn't an option.

I begged Lance, "Please, Lance, don't you see that our privacy was breached?"

He blurted, "Morti is my buddy, and we share everything. He was gracious enough to come here and allow you to use his dick so you'll get YOUR wish and that is the way you react?"

"... OK, I'll do it, but next time, please, don't surprise me like that..."

He didn't bother answering. He shoved his engorged cock back into my butt and started thrusting it in and out. Seconds later, Morton exited the house. He was naked. His body was less muscular, whiter, and had many freckles all over his body. His member was partially hard. It was somewhat shorter but thicker than Lance's. He sat on the ledge, parted his legs for me, and said, "Here, teach. Lance told me you give an awesome BJ. Let's see if he was right."

My mind was numb; Lance's cock was ramming into me furiously, and I refused to rethink about the unexpected surprise appearance of my second former student. I told myself, 'Enjoy the moment and tomorrow is another day.'

Lance pushed me slowly between Morton's thighs. I grasped the base of his cock with 2 fingers and engulfed the large head with my lips. It tasted soapy fresh. At least he showered before arriving... I proceeded to take in as much as I could, and soon my chin touched his scrotum. I started moving on his rapidly expanding organ, pushing my tongue on the underside, pressing it onto my palate when taking him in, and sucking the prick while pulling out. Morton's eyes were mesmerized by my lips working his rod, and his loud groans were a sign he was fast approaching a point of no return. He came down my throat with multiple powerful jets, which I greedily swallowed. Yes, his juices were even tastier than Lance's... My predicament was forgotten, and having both my holes filled like never before heightened my arousal. As Morton's cum was gushing down my throat, I began jacking off. I needed only a few seconds to ejaculate into the pool. Lance lasted several more minutes, and then I felt his sperm rushing through my bowels.

When it was all over, I gazed at Morton. His eyes glistened, "Lance, you were absolutely right. This was the best oral ever. Teach, you are a real treasure." Lance giggled, "I know. And to think that he loves to be fucked and give head makes the whole thing even better. Clitty, how was it?"

I was still under the influence, somewhat dazed, but overall, my body felt great... I tried to sound noncommittal, "It was OK."

Lance laughed, "Liar. I saw all the signs that you enjoyed it. Just admit it to us and yourself."

"...well... I did enjoy it..."

"Much better. Now say thank you to Morti for volunteering to accomplish your nonverbal request of double penetration."

I lowered my eyes and muttered, "Morton, thank you for being here."

He laughed, "You welcome. If at any time you wish to repeat it, let us know. Happy birthday."

We dressed up and moved to the kitchen, where a cake with a single candle was placed on the table. The 2 buddies said cheers and drank beer while I drank a Pepsi. Later, Lance and Morton started talking about their project. I took the opportunity and drove home.

...

In bed, my brain tormented me, 'Look at how low you reached. You enjoyed being sexually used by 2 kids who, in the past, appreciated you as their teacher, and now see you as a sex toy!' I was ashamed, humiliated, and embarrassed. However, with the 2 guys I experienced orgasm I never could at home. My mind was on fire, struggling with the emotional aspect of my actions, knowing that the physical rewards were tremendous. What will the future bring?...