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 Jake Returns Part 4

   Over the next few days, I would see Shelly Mitchell's car coming and
leaving Jake's house frequently.  She never seemed to stay much more than
an hour.  It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening.  She
was hustling to service Jake's needs.  In a way, I was happy that I wasn't
the one trying to keep his cock happy.  But the way Jake had handled me a
few days before had awakened a lot of old feelings and part of me was
jealous that I was not the one he called on to serve him.  I wouldn't have
to wait long for my opportunity.  I was trimming the bushes near the front
door one Saturday afternoon when I saw Shelly park her car in Jake's
driveway.  She jumped out and ran around the side of the house and
disappeared through the gate in the fence that surrounded the pool.  She
looked good.  She was wearing tight skimpy shorts and a red tank top.  Less
than fifteen minutes later, I saw her come out the front door.  She looked
a bit disheveled.  She climbed into her car and drove away.  Five minutes
later, I heard the phone ringing in the house.  Allie had gone to the mall
for the afternoon, so I ran inside and answered it.  It was Jake.  After we
both said hello, he said "Shelly got a call from her babysitter and had to
get home.  One of her brats fell off the porch and hurt his ankle.  I need
you to come over and fill in." I sheepishly muttered "Well.  Ok." Jake told
me the front door was unlocked and he was upstairs.

   I walked over and entered the house.  I climbed the stairs and found
Jake in his bedroom sitting in a stuffed chair.  He was wearing a white
bathrobe.  On the floor was a dog collar with a sturdy 6 foot leash
attached.  I sat on the edge of the king sized bed.  Jake started right in
saying "I'm getting sick of that bitch.  As soon as I find a replacement,
I'm going to dump her sorry ass.  I just started fucking her when her cell
phone starting ringing." Jake paused and seemed to collect his thoughts. 
He looked over at me and said "You know.  I had a lot of blow boys after
you and I've had quite a few submissive women to serve me.  I've learned a
lot about how to make a dominant submissive relationship function to give
everyone the maximum satisfaction."

   He pointed to the dog collar and leash lying on the floor and said
"Shelly has started wearing that collar when we play together.  She likes
the way it makes her feel.  Now I want you to give it a try, Joe." Jake got
up out of his chair and picked up the collar he walked around behind me,
placed it around my neck and buckled it.  He then told me to take off my
clothes.  I removed my shoes, shirt and short pants and stood there naked.
Jake took up the leash and led me back to the chair.  As I was led like a
dog by this much larger man, I felt like he totally owned me.  When we got
to the chair, Jake turned around and tugged down on the collar.  I dropped
to my knees.  Jake's robe was open and I was facing his big cock which was
half hard.  I had sucked him off less than a week ago, yet I was surprised
by the size of it.  Compared to his, my cock was like a toothpick.  Jake
looked down on me and said "Now doesn't the collar help you know your
place, Joe?" I mumbled back "yes".  In a way it was just stupid role
playing, but I was really turned on by the feelings it invoked.  My little
cock gave me away.  It had a mind of its own and it was rock hard.  After
Jake sat down, I started to lick his balls.  Jake told me that it seemed
like we were teenagers again, sneaking away up to his room so that I suck
him off.

   I immediately became aware of the smell of Shelly's pussy.  I could see
that his pubic hair was still damp and his shaft had the dried coating of
the recent aborted encounter.  Jake was also very aware of the mess and
said "Shelly left quite a mess for you Joe.  Didn't she?  That's Ok.  I
know you'll do a good clean up job." It was definitely a treat for me. 
Shelly was a beautiful woman.  Even though Allie and I made fun of her
active love life, I know that there was no way that I could ever measure up
to her standards as a lover.

   It soon became apparent to me that Jake was in no hurry to get off.  It
was as if he had scheduled a certain amount of time to be with Shelly. 
Since I was filling in, he was going to spend that same amount of time with
me.  Every time he got close to cumming he would pull me off his cock and
have me work on his balls for a while.  Jake was in a relaxed position.  He
was slouched in the chair with his legs spread wide and his cock and balls
hanging over the front of the seat cushion.  Ever so often he would hook
one or the other of his legs over one of my shoulders and rest his calf and
foot on my back.  About ten minutes into the blow job, Jake got talkative.
He explained that he had discovered over the years that he was a bisexual
that leaned towards being with females.  In spite of this inclination to
fuck women, he still needed to get it on with a male once in a while.  This
caused a lot of problems in his marriages.  His wives could never really
understand why he needed to have a blow boy "on the side".  He went on to
tell me that since my "equipment" was so small, he was doing me a favor
letting me help with his man sized cock.  I was the best chance a guy like
me would get to see a real cock in action.  Then he apologized for the way
he ass fucked me when we were teenagers.  He admitted that he didn't know
what he was doing and he realized the experience was unrewarding and
painful for me.  He told me that he had learned, from his experiences with
his boys that came after me, how to make ass fucking a positive experience
for both participants.  He told me that we would be working to rectify my
previous bad experiences.  Jake finally fed me his load and I went home
nervous about what had happened and about the prospect of Jake stretching
my ass to pleasure his cock.



   Continued in Part 5

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