Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 11:39:58 -0500
From: Joel Summerfield <joelsummerfieldnyc@gmail.com>
Subject: The Trainer Interview Part Three

Mike woke up at quarter to 9.  He was going to be late!  Why hadn't his dad
woken him up earlier??  They were both going to work together again today,
like they had for the past three weeks.  It didn't make any sense.

Mike quickly stepped out of his room to search for his dad, but no one was
home.  He picked up his phone to call his dad when he saw a text Ð "Hey
son, had to go in early for a meeting.  Left you cash to take a cab on the
kitchen counter downstairs.  See you at work."

That answered that.  Mike quickly hopped in the shower.  Half way through
his shower, right as he was lathering up his cock, the best part of any
shower, the doorbell rang.

Who could it be at this hour?

Mike quickly rinsed off and grabbed a towel to wrap around himself.  This
better be good, he thought to himself.

He quickly flew down the stairs while tucking his towel into itself as he
wrapped it around his waist.

He peered through the window next to the door and saw a deliveryman holding
an envelope.  He opened the door.  Clearly this guy was not expecting a
mostly naked, wet guy to greet him.

"Hey.  Sorry, I was in the shower," offered Mike.

"Not a problem man, I've been in the same predicament before myself,"
consoled the delivery guy.  "I just need a signature for this and I'll be
off."

Mike reached for the clipboard and pen and as he did, his loosely knotted
towel gave way and fell to the floor.

The delivery guy's eyes shot straight down to Mike's wet, semi engorged
cock.

Mike froze.  He was all too aware of just how exposed he was and also aware
how full his hands were.  What was he to do?

"Whoa there, buddy, you were clearly enjoying that shower, huh?"

Mike chuckled uneasily.

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that!"

"No worries man, usually I get a guy's name before I get a chance to see
what he's offering, but it's cool.  I certainly don't mind seeing."

This guy was very forward!

"Let me help you," he continued.

The delivery guy bent down to pick up Mike's towel and was now eye level
with his 8.5" cock, which was only getting harder the longer it was
exposed.

"Uh, thanks, but could you hand me the towel?  I'd like to cover up if
that's cool."

"Sure, sure.  Here, let me help you," the delivery guy offered as he
reached around to start covering Mike up.  As he circled to Mike's front
side he grazed the back of his hand under Mike's shaft, which led Mike to
let out a soft moan.

"Sounds like you need to take care of that.  Why don't I help you with it
since I'm here?"

The delivery guy dropped the towel, wrapped his right hand around Mike's
now completely engorged shaft and began stroking Mike's cock right there in
the doorway.

In the past three weeks, since starting his new training job at his
father's office, Mike has been stripped naked, brought to full erection and
ejaculated no less than a dozen times.  Further to that his father has not
only seen him naked on more than half of those occasions, and even sucked
his cock in front of colleagues four times.

Mike only recently let go of his reservations and embraced his desire to
show off his body and it was becoming more and more apparent that he was
attracting people who wanted to enjoy it Ð at first it was only at work,
but now it seems that this was seeping into his home life as well.

Mike dropped the envelope, clipboard and pen to the floor and grabbed ahold
of the doorframe while the delivery guy continued to stroke him faster and
harder.  He was bracing himself for a much needed ejaculation.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," warned Mike.

"Go for it, dude.  Cum for me."

Mike released his left hand from the doorframe and gripped the delivery
guy's shoulder bracing himself.  He was going to cum all over this guy.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head back and began moaning louder.

The delivery guy, knowing what was coming, decided to slip his lips over
Mike's cock.  He was going to swallow every drop this guy was going to give
him.

Mike didn't resist and instead moaned louder.

Right as he began shooting he opened his eyes Ð he wanted to see this
guy's face as he swallowed his load, but before his gaze rolled completely
down he noticed his neighbor from directly across the street, standing on
the sidewalk staring at the scene unfolding.  Mike locked eyes with his
neighbor right as he released his first shot, and remained locked on his
neighbor's eyes until he was finished.

This was going to be a little difficult to explain.