My New Job – Part 7 – Mr. Jacobs Office

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My New Job – Part 7 – Mr. Jacobs OfficeIt was Friday, and I had to be at Mr. Jacobs house to train him on a few of the different systems that we provided him for purposes of monitoring his own clients activity and positions. Before leaving the office, Elaine said, “be nice to him.” I thought that was a rather odd line; I was thinking more like “good luck’ or “call me if you need me.” ‘Be nice to him’ told me she was expecting more to happen than just training, but I didn’t touch it, I simply said, “of course I will” and then “see you later.”At his office, he set up a couple of chairs in front of his pc. I was going to have him operate the keyboard but he preferred if I did. So there we were, me sitting directly in front of the pc and he off to my right, chair positioned close to me, but I didn’t think much of it because he needed to see the screen too.About 20 minutes in, he said “that’s a nice tie” and grabbed my tie and felt the material, turned it around to see the designer and then let go, and smoothed it in place with his hand, from my chest past my belly button to just below my belt buckle. And that’s all I needed, my cock started moving around, getting hard and trying to find a comfortable place. I desperately wanted to grab myself and position my cock but I dared not do it. I continued to speak, created scenarios of his typical day-in-the-life and walk through the screen features. He once again touched my tie asking, “who was the designer again?” but when he placed it down this time, he kept his hand on me, just below the belt. I was so hard, so uncomfortably hard. I was so confused too. The one thought that kept spiraling around in my head was ‘I dont want him touching me because he’s a guy yet I am so hard because of his touch.’ I wanted to adjust myself. His hand remained on my lap exactly at the pointed end of my tie. Do you want to take a break Mr. Jacobs? I asked, “No Stephen, I’m good.” I continued to teach, or try to, I have no idea if I was making sense. I admit it, I was turned on by a man, a man 20 years my senior. “Stephen, do you still go to The Ram Club in NYC?” I dont believe I’ve ever been there. “No, I’m pretty sure you have” Why would you think that Mr. Jacobs? “Because that’s where we first met” No, we’ve never met prior to Elaine introducing us in her office. As I’m responding, he moves his chair closer to mine to the point that they are touching. He returns his hand to my lap. I am so uncomfortable; not because of the awkwardness of this situation but because I am really turned on. I have a stupid thought [at the time I thought it was stupid, but was it really?] I wondered what if I put my hand on his lap, would he be hard? Did I want to make another man hard? I’m struggling. And then he bails me out, a proverbial saved by the bell, or so I thought. “Stephen, if you went back to your office and told Elaine we didn’t get through the entire agenda, how would she react?” She would probably be disappointed in me. “Stephen, let’s take a break for a moment as you suggested, and talk.””Stephen, do you like when I touch you?” OMG, the man is direct. I cant respond fast enough before he continues, “I think you like it. I mean, you are so hard right now [and he gives my cock a squeeze], and that day at lunch with Elaine, you were also hard. I like that I make you hard. In case you were wondering Stephen [and he takes my hand and places it on his cock, I dont even try to resist] I am also very hard. Stephen, we did meet once before, but it was dark, you were in a bit of a zone, so perhaps you dont recall, so let me help you remember.” There are not that many places that I can think of that sound like what he is describing but when he continues, I am floored, never in a million years would I have thought of this. “That night in The Ram Club Stephen, we güvenilir bahis were in that private room in the back together, I stuck my cock in your mouth Stephen and you sucked me while your wife sat next to us, smoking a cigarette and encouraging you to make me cum. Do you remember now Stephen? You were so excited and focused, almost possessed with making me cum. Grabbing my ass and cupping my balls. [he is stroking me through my pants as he recalls this] and when I was about to cum, your wife encouraged me to pull out and cum on your face. Do you remember, you walked out of the room and into the bar with my cum on your face. You were so fucking hot!”As he is nearing the end of that recap, I am feeling I am going to cum from his stroking my cock so for whatever god-know reason, I pull the zipper of his pants down and say “show me again.” “Why Stephen, what do you want?” Mr. Jacobs, “my name is Ron,” he interjects. Ron, you were the last man whose cock was in my mouth that night [there were two others]. It was the first night in my life I touched a man, sucked a man, did anything with a man, and I’ll be honest, I thought about your cock several times afterwards. Your cock is fat, it stretched my mouth. I liked hearing my wife encourage me, I liked feeling her smoke touch my face, I liked – and Ron, I really do not understand this feeling, this emotion – I liked hearing you call me a cute cocksucker. I wanted to make you cum. I liked looking up at you and seeing the pleasure on your face, I liked…I liked…I liked sucking your cock. “Oh, you beautiful young man, that’s what I like to hear, dont worry, I will let you suck my cock right now, since you liked it so much,” he says while laughing. He stands and unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to the floor. He unbuttons a few of the bottom buttons on his shirt and pulls it open. He looks very much like I remember from that night. He is wearing boxer briefs that cling to his body, and his stomach is tight and hairless, his is someone who keeps fit. I dont know why – in fact, I am still confused by these emotions – but I cannot wait to rub his cock all over my face. Sitting in the chair, I kiss his cock through his briefs and it jumps a bit. I like that reaction. I do it again, but this time I push my face a little harder into him, and hold it there, I can feel the heat of his body against my face. Playfully, teasingly, perhaps even mockingly, he says, “You are my cute cocksucker.” Truthfully, I cannot wait, I want to feel his fat hardness in my mouth once again. I pull his briefs down and his cock springs forth smacking me in the face. My gawd, it’s better than I remember, it’s not that long but it is thick and his balls are huge, so heavy. I open my mouth and try to get all of him in my mouth, causing myself to gag. His cock is about six inches and I think I got about four in my mouth. I close my mouth and suck hard. He’s trying to move but my suction is making it impossible for him to do so. I release and pull back, coughing, saliva drooling out of my mouth onto my shirt and tie. I move to open my tie knot but he says he wants me to keep it on. “If I ruin it, I’ll buy you another one, heck I’ll but you a whole fucking wardrobe. I want to buy you things Stephen.”I’m sucking on his head and stroking his shaft. Licking the peep hole occasionally, rubbing it all over my face, feeling precum on my cheek, I’m on fire. I’m holding his shaft, stroking it, looking up at him, I mouth three words. “What was that Stephen, I couldn’t hear you?” he says teasingly. I said FUCK MY FACE! and then added, pleeeeeease, and this time, cum in my mouth, I cant go back to the office and risk Elaine seeing stray cum on my face. “Mmmmm, I will” he says, as I open my mouth wide and he slowly puts his fat head and shaft in my mouth “but dont türkçe bahis worry about Elaine, she’s already seen you that way.”Those last 6 words hung over me, what does he mean, ‘she’s already seen me this way?’ But at this moment, I dont care. I like feeling his cock in my mouth, I like his hands on my head controlling the action, I like being a cock-sucker [yes, I’m a 25 yo married guy who until a little over a year ago has never looked at another man, but after my wife took me to a gay club and forced me to suck a man as a way of proving to her that my love for her had no boundaries, I kind of liked being where I was right now. A silly thought strikes me: after I met my wife and married into her family, I became a disciplined young man who sucked cock and became employed by my mother-in-law who also has permission to discipline me as necessary – and as painful and humiliating and sometimes degrading as it all is, I really love my life. I made a mental note to tell my wife later how much I love her and appreciate and need her…and Elaine too] ……and right as this thought is occurring, I hear him grunt and he’s shooting cum in my mouth and it’s a wonderful feeling! He pulls back and he cock plops out of my mouth and I see it danging there and it looks so delicious all wet with saliva and cum; I grab it and lick the head all around, cleaning him as much as I can, he’s moaning and smiling and saying thank you. I have no dignity and I dont care. This late-40’s something gay man is using me and I dont care. Little did I know how much I was being used and not just by him.I went to the bathroom to clean up while he called in an order of sushi for lunch. When I looked in the mirror, I saw dried cum on my tie and my shirt. My face was glistening from saliva and cum too. As I stared at myself, I had one thought: “milk this situation as much as you can. A man almost double your age wants to play with you, let him. He wants to buy you clothes, let him. He wants to give Elaine more to manage, be the influence to make that happen, get what you can from him.” The other thing I thought about was those 6 words: ‘she’s already seen you that way.’ I was determined to find out.I walked back to his office and he was dressed once again; he’s a good looking man, I thought. He advised that the food would arrive in roughly 15 minutes and gave me money to pay the delivery person, and said he was going to make a bunch of phone calls. I stayed in the waiting area and called Elaine to advise that he ordered lunch so I would be here a little longer. I wasn’t sure how she would react but I’m glad she said that it sounded good and added, “sounds like you were nice to him,” and laughed. Yes, I was, what did you expect, I replied. [She’s always saying stuff like that, stuff that makes me think she knows more about my life than she’s supposed to know.]Eating lunch at his desk, I felt emboldened. Whereas when I arrived here – and all the times previous – I felt afraid of him and someone whom I had to be guarded around, les I ‘fuck up Elaine’s business relationship with him’ [quoting her], I now realized that I had power. So Ron, tell me what you meant when you said, ‘she’s already seen you that way.’ His expression changed a bit, not sure exactly why, but I’m thinking that perhaps he didn’t think I would remember he said that and now I’m confronting him on it. I thought he may try to get out of explaining but he did not. “Stephen remember back at the restaurant that day when Elaine went to the restroom and I said to you that what we share is a secret?” Yeah “Well, same now.” Bullshit, I said, acting more on emotion than thought, but it didn’t matter. “Whoa, it’s ok Stephen, I intend to tell you, but what I meant was, this too remains a secret between us, Got it?” Yep, scouts honor. [In hindsight, I güvenilir bahis siteleri just sucked this man’s cock and swallowed his cum. I’m a married man and work for my mother-in-law, I should have been a little more cautious, but as I shared above, I felt emboldened. Smart? Probably not, but sitting here writing this and knowing how everything worked out, it’s all good].”Stephen, I was in The Ram Club that night because Elaine asked me to be.” I was about to interject and he held his hand up and said, “Let me finish, dont interrupt.” Okay, sorry sir [did I really just call him sir? I did]. He continued, “Stephen, as I was saying, I was there because Elaine asked me to be there. As you probably noticed, it’s a happening gay club in NYC that’s frequented by a wide range of people, cool people. I dont go there a lot, but I do go there. In conversation one day, Elaine asked what my weekend plans were and I told her I was meeting some friends there. She asked about it and I explained that it was a bar, and some food, and dancing and private rooms…Elaine and I have been acquaintances for awhile, beyond just business, so I felt comfortable sharing it with her. After I said it, she got this look on her face, like she was thinking, then she was smiling, and I asked what she was thinking. She went on to explain that her daughter was really in love with her hubby but that sometimes she wondered how far he would go for her. Elaine told me that you were a disciplined husband and provided a sub-role – I thought that was really hot btw [smiling and touching my leg as he said it]. Then Elaine let loose with a bomb, she says, I told my daughter that since you sometimes make him suck your strap-on that maybe you should tell him to suck a real man for you. I was floored when she shared this. She says her daughter is really kinky, much like she is too. The daughter- Melanie – LOVED the idea. I cannot emphasize this enough, but she didn’t know how to go about it, didn’t want to see you get hurt, thought that if it was arranged, it would be easier. So the plan was for me to be there and be the man you asked to suck his cock and I’d say yes and we’d go into the private room section. But you messed up the plan. You didn’t pick me despite your wife pointing at me; instead you asked another guy, he wasn’t part of the plan but Melanie went along with it anyway. Elaine was sitting in the area along the dance floor – I guess you didn’t see her there or when you all moved into the private room, which she was there too?” “Stephen, after than night, I’ve been kind of obsessed with you. You have a beautiful athletic body and attractive face and lips; you are so intelligent and young and mature in many ways, and frankly, I’m intrigued by your being a disciplined husband. I think you are gorgeous. I really do want to buy you clothing and anything else you want, as long as we can continue to play as we did early. If that stops before I am ready, not only will those little perks be gone, so will my investment with Elaine.” [I’m thinking, I’m his boy and he wants to milk the relationship too]”Finally, you cannot tell Elaine that you know about the club no matter how you feel about them setting you up. GOT IT?” I didn’t respond right away. I was thinking, my gawd, what an elaborate scheme my wife and mother-in-law drew up, what the hell else do they have in mind? For some reason, the thought of never going across Elaine’s lap and getting spanked by her or hugged by her if I let on that I knew stuff, bothered me. As much as I was affected by all of this, I really, really wanted to be spanked by Elaine and hugged by her afterwards, letting her feel my cock against her body. “Got it?” Yes, I will never reveal that I know. “Good, of course, with regards to your visit here, I’m pretty darn sure she knows you didn’t spend all day teaching me systems and that she knows I had my hands all over you.” Why would she think that? “Because I told her I would.” REALLY? “Yes” And what did she say? “She said, I don’t blame you.” Part 8 Coming Soon

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