Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 05:02:10 +0000 From: "jasper adams (via Google Docs)" <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com> Subject: Training Jake Dalton clearly, what is illustrated below, regarding jacob (jake) dalton, is purely fictional. love to hear from all of you. xoxo - jasper proseinourdreams@gmail.com proseinourdreams.wordpress.com < TRAINING JAKE DALTON > < Encounter I > "..." "And you're sure you want to do this?" "Yeah...," Jacob (Jake) Dalton muttered, gulped deeply, and got on his knees while flipping backwards his baseball cap. His hands were clearly shaking as he fumbled with the man's belt. Unzipping and unbuttoning the stranger's suit pants, a caught-off-guard Jake instinctively jerked his head to the side as a massive, 10-inch cock fell out, nearly slapping Jake's beautiful, all-American face. The man wasn't wearing underwear. Jake stared at the erect penis before him. "Holy shit..." "(MMMM...)" the man grunted deeply as he felt the 5'6 gymnast's hot mouth and lips, albeit tentative at first, wrap around his giant, turgid cock. What Jake lacked in skill he soon made up for with sloppy enthusiasm. The 24 year old sure tried to swallow as much of the man's cock as possible, gagging over and over again with only the first few inches of cock. Seeing the pretty boy struggling to balance his voracity with his clearly-lacking blowjob technique, the man took charge. Feeding Jake one inch at a time, withdrawing teasing the jock's wet mouth and lips, making Jake lick the entire length of his shaft like a hungry puppy, guiding his cock back ino the boy's wet mouth, tight throat. As soon as he felt Jake's throat relaxing and opening up, the man, unable to control himself any longer, began face-fucking the willing but struggling boy. "(That's it, boy... open up... open up... that's it Jakey... swallow daddy's cock...)" Jake took it like a champ. His big, blue eyes watering, his face red and covered in his own spit, sweat and tears. Gasping for air every time the man withdrew his veiny, fat cock, Jake panted as he felt the thrilling humiliation of the man slapping his hard, wet cock across his face before feeding him more cock. Furiously pumping his own six-inch cock inside his baggy gym shorts with one hand while flicking his hard nipples under his t-shirt with the other, words reserved for his deepest, darkest fantasies fell out of Jake's mouth between gasps, "(Cum... cum on me... cum on my face...)" The whole affair took only five minutes, but to Jake and his first time with a man, it felt like an hour at least. Jake felt the man's cock swell even harder, fatter, longer. Hearing a deep grunt from above, Jake's mouth was instantly coated and overflowing with a thick load of cum. Surprised by the tangy, salty taste and creamy viscosity, Jake - unwillingly but instinctively - spit out the erupting cock, only to feel the next six spurts of cum, hot and thick, cover his face, one after another, coating his baseball cap, forehead, nose, lips, chin, and begging tongue. The sensation and pungent smell of cum was too much for the athlete. "UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNN!!" As soon as the hot load hit his lips, Jake came inside his shorts what must've been the biggest load of his life thus far, completely drenching the fabric with pent-up jock cum, a lot of which trickled down his meaty, muscled thighs. ... He had no idea why someone like Jake Dalton would even be interested in coming over. Granted, he knew he was no slouch. A hot muscle daddy, even. However, he'd responded to a rather elusive, anonymous and pictureless craigslist ad (something about a married straight guy interested in sucking cock for the first time) with his stats (48, 6'3, 220 lbs football player build) and a pic of his massive cock. A few email exchanges (no pics from Jake) and thirty minutes later, Jake showed up and was on his knees. Of course, the man recognized Jake right away at his door, unshaven and scruffy and all. Even with loose-fitting clothes on it was clear there isn't an ounce of fat on this sexy Olympian's ripped body, and it took all of his self control to not rip off Jake's t-shirt and shorts and fuck his gymnast ass right there in the foyer. But Jake had laid it out quite clear. He just wanted to suck cock. No touching his body, no kissing, no nothing else. Even the way Jake wrote his emails was bro-y, dude this, man that... down to his straight, white-boy thug demeanor, baseball cap, those leather flip flops straight frat boys love to wear, a handshake (yes, Jake shook his hand when they greeted), and of course, the wedding ring. It was only a few minutes into Jake's first blow job that the man felt daring enough to touch the boy's sweaty, capped head. A few seconds later, he was slapping his cock against Jake's handsome face; a few minutes after that, he was blasting his cum all over Jake's face. He did relish in the few post-orgasm moments, while Jake was still on his knees (shuddering, trembling and undoubtedly woozy from cumming so hard), to feed Jake his still leaking cock, feeling the boy half his age suck it dry greedily. Sensing this little window of subservience and total submission, and assuming correctly that the straight bro attitude will return soon, the man took a chance and wiped his cum off the boy's face with his fingers, feeding the thick load to Jake, who, surprisingly, sucked every finger dry and swallowed every drop. In a split second, though, Jake was back on his bare feet (flip flops were somewhere around), and adjusted his cap forward, down on his eyes. Feeling the man's cum on his cap with his fingers, Jake froze and bit his lips... perhaps struggling with whether to taste it again... before wiping his fingers on his cum-soaked gym shorts. The man did get a little show, when Jake asked for the restroom to clean up. Whether he left the door open intentionally or not is beyond the older man, who observed the young, married Jake turn on the faucet, splash his face and rinse his mouth. Jake's clear, piercing blue eyes caught the man's own in the mirror, and, expressionless, dropped his soiled gym shorts and began wiping himself clean with a wet hand towel. The older man was hard again, seeing this perfect, athletic specimen - all muscle - towel off. Jake's ass, to say they were perfect, would be an understatement. Smooth, round and tight, not a hint of a jiggle, plus his thick, gymnast thighs and calfs... "Dude, I have a pair of shorts like yours, if you want to change it out?" "..." "May be a bit big, but you... don't seem to mind... big," the man was certainly intrigued by this athlete. He wanted a reaction, anything, that would signal to something, anything, more. He wanted even a glint of "please fuck me sir", "eat me out", "worship my body", in Jake's big, blue eyes. He wanted to bend Jake over in that bathroom, feel up his muscles, and to be inside Jake again, this time in his undoubtedly tight hole. Jake would fight him... struggle... scream no... maybe even strike him. But, instincts from years of fucking boys and men, pleasuring them from deep within, he knew Jake would love it, eventually beg for it, given how he reacted during his first blow job. Jake would plead for more, a natural bottom, a submissive bottom, the man was convinced. A screamer, an insatiable ass... an urge to submit, to please, to be used... "Yeah, man... that's probably a good idea. Thanks." Jake ignored the double entendre and flashed the man his bright, charismatic smile, before stepping out of his shorts and turning around, handing his cum-soaked shorts to the man, who caught the sweet and clean odor of a sweaty straight boy before his senses were flooded with smells of Jake's pungent cum. "Here." Not a minute later, Jake drove off, back to his wife. ... < One month later... > TBC!