The College Experience I Don't Want To Forget

In college I had a part time job with the Athletic department. Yup, washing socks and towels, and jock straps. It was good money, hot and sweaty, but I needed the job. We had a guy working with us, Greg, who was always mouthing off. One day I told him to shut up and he got physical with me and, a wrestler's grip, bent me down until I cried uncle. The thing was that it felt good to be gripped by him, and he knew I liked it too.

He came to work a few nights later and showed me a tube of anal lube. He said he brought that for me and meet him in the janitor's closet. He lubed me up with his fingers before putting me in a death grip and running his cock in as deep as it would go. I wasn't crying, I had tears in my eyes, but I wasn't crying. When he released me I was his for the semester.

Greg had been a wrestler in high school before he got hurt. He used those grips to hold me in place while he went in deep when he fucked. For me the lesson was clear, I wanted to he held hard and not released. It's the way Greg taught me to like it.