Gay Erotic Stories

It's a part time job and I really do enjoy it...

Wednesday, August 13th about 3:00 pm the cell rings. This initial ritual with every date, sometimes drive me crazy. “Hello, yeah, yeah, I know it’s your first time, blah, blah blah.” This runs through my head…but what comes out my mouth is a calming sexual tone of questions and statements to make the tension go away.

I offer the password to my website so he can view a few more pictures, a face and some stats. Fifteen minutes into the conversation, which is going nowhere. I took the lead. “Would you like to meet for a drink somewhere first? Meet at your Hotel Room, or you may come to my home. It’s your choice; what ever makes you feel comfortable. “Great, my place it is.” I gave the address and directions and we agreed to meet at 8:00. I request that he call, as he is en route. That way I can look for them and confirm the date.

As far as the role-playing, about 50 percent of the time it is impromptu. I like it when I can drag it out of them before the date. Not the case this time. Frequently the date just leads to body contact, rubbing, and vanilla sex with no big production. Well will see with Bob (how’s that for generic?).

I needed to run to the store for some cocktail mixers and beer. Showered, the phone rings and he is leaving his hotel now. Early, but that’s okay. Music’s on, lights not too bright but not too dim. I have a totally private little house. It’s only a one-bedroom and a study used as a second but it’s got a great pool and total privacy. I hear him drive up and I open the door.

Hmmm. Not a rental car, so he must live within driving distance to Palm Springs. A 600 series Mercedes, black. Got to be LA. He looks more Newport Beach than Beverly Hills. “Hello Bob. How was the direction? Please come on in, the living room is straight ahead.” Bob is about 6’4 and a typical executive little pochy belly but with his stature he can pull it off. Brown/gray wavy full head of hair, dark eyes, bushy eyebrows and a nice trimmed dark moustache. I actually found him very attractive and his snobbish attitude a real turn on. No hair to be seen on the chest and definitely a boxer man, just a swinging “J”.

“Bob, what kind of drink would you like? Wine, beer, Vodka or Gin. That’s the extent of my bar.”

Bob looked vacantly up at me, “What did you say your name was again? I apologize.”

“Not a problem, it’s Jared,” I paused and grinned at him, “At least for the moment.” I quipped. I got a big smile from him and the tension in the air was released.

“Vodka on the rocks, with lemon if you have it, Jared”

As I cut the lemon I stuck my head around the corner, “Bob, do me a favor and press play on the remote right in front of you.” He leaned his big torso up pressed play. I had a movie called The Broker” a whole movie of office sex, boss-employee, UPS delivery man, all taking place at a daddy stock broker’s office. It’s one of my favorites and I think it fits him perfectly. He had taken his shoes off (a good sign), I walked in and handed him the drink. I walked over to the cabinet and killed the music and sent the sound through the stereo. Porno from five speakers, two of which are directly behind the sofa. I had started to get a hard on, quite visible through my linen shorts.

I had elected to wear a jock so it was just a mound sticking out the front. He noticed. I sat down beside him and took his feet, which were propped up on the coffee table and placed them in my lap. He was half lying down propped up on the decorative pillows. His eyes didn’t leave the movie and he killed the drink in three sips. I started to rub his feet and got a little moan out of him. “Bob would you mind if I removed your socks?”

“Not at all Jared, that feels nice.”

I rubbed his feet moving my hand up his pant legs and caressing his calves. Bob’s dick is at full mass and running down his leg. Looks like it’s going to be a big one.

He looks over at me, “Pull that shirt off, I want to see what I’m paying for.”

I sort got the hint where this was going. I think he is going to get into “the power trip, my money my way,’ kind of thing. I like it and quickly remove my shirt and toss it over my shoulder. He lifts his legs off my lap. “Stand up and come over here.”

I gave him a “Yes Sir”. He took his foot and moved the coffee table back about two feet. He took a piece of ice out of his glass and handed it to me. “Rub it on your tits, I want to see them stand up for me. That’s right boy,” he took the ice from my hand; I reached over to rub his crotch. He pushed my hand away. He instructed me to pull my nipples. “Go stand over beside the TV, and get your shorts off.”

I dropped them and my jock sprang to attention.

“You horny little bitch, get on your knees and look at the movie. Get on all fours and show me that ass. I have to decide if it’s worth it. Look at that old man’s cock hanging from his slacks. You like it?”

“Yes sir I do.”

“Lick his dick boy. I service the two-dimensional daddy cock on the screen. That’s a first. You see what that kid has to do to get that job. If you want to work for me, you better be prepared to do whatever it takes!”

I stopped licking the screen, “ I will sir, what ever you ask, I need this job and I can do it and do it to your specifications!”

“Come over to me boy. Turn off the TV; I need you to keep your focus. Take off your underwear, slowly. Now, repeat after me, ‘Sir, I will not wear this slutty jock to work ever again, unless I am instructed to do so.’”

I obeyed. On the second time he grabbed me and forced me over his knees and began to slap my cheeks. Not too hard but it made a good sound. I could feel his big cock pressing against my abs. I repeated the phrase about 10 times. He gave me about 5 slaps and stopped. I began to rise up and he shoved my head back down. “I did not tell you to get up,” (SLAP) this time a little hard. He began to rub my cheeks, exploring, occasionally touching the hole with a finger.

Then, whooooah, and a sensation I haven’t felt before. He shoved an ice cub in my hole. “Jared, hold it in there don’t let it out or you will do it again until you get it right.” I held it in and it quickly melted. At this point I wanted to see his dick so bad, I wanted to service that big man cock. He wasn’t going to have it though. In his time, it was his money.

To be continued, August 13 Part 2