Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 09:08:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Edward Morgan <emd222004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Memories Made At Job Corps/Chapter2: The Job Corps Possibility

Memories Made At Job Corps

By: Isaiah Lincoln



Chapter 2: The Job Corps Possibility



After a shower, some food, and finishing the joint I had been
smoking on earlier, I decided to relax and watch TV. It was
late or early in the morning, depending on how you look at
it, my high seemed to be enhancing everything I saw and heard
around me. The commercials were driving me crazy, there just
wasn't anything on. I was just about to turn the TV off when
a commercial for Job Corps came on. My finger paused on the
power button, as I watched the commercial. The commercial
wasn't great or inspiring, but it did infuse me with an
idea. I wanted somewhere new to go, I wanted to make more
money, and I wanted to go somewhere that had lots of young
people. I turned off the set, and headed over to the
computer. I logged onto the site, and started getting
information. It didn't sound like a bad place. Free room and
board, spending money, education, a trade, money for
completing a trade, help getting a driver's license, and job
placement assistance. I decided to look into it.

The counselor I spoke to the next day asked me to come in for
an orientation and initial interview to the program. I set up
the appointment and made the arrangements necessary for me to
get there. I felt an eagerness and potential emanating from
the possibility of going to Job Corps. I paid extra attention
to my appearance the day of the meeting wanting to look my
best. I wanted to smoke the blunt in my dresser, but knew I
couldn't indulge myself until that night when I came back
home. I knew that getting into Job Corps would mean I would
have to stop smoking weed, but that was no big deal.
Marijuana was something I enjoyed smoking to a great degree,
but I experienced no problems being without it, and I loved
the break away since it meant a more intense high when I
smoked again. I arrived at the appointment a full hour before
I needed to even be there, and was told that my counselor
would be out in a moment to see me. I awaited anxiously
wanting to get the process started. As I sat
in the waiting room, I suddenly began to feel disoriented.
The sensation that I had already been here and knew what was
going to happen next filled my mind. In a flash I saw him
before he even unexpectedly approached me. "Hello, are you
Isaiah?", I heard a young mans voice say as I felt his hand
squeeze my shoulder. I looked up snapping out of the trance
like state I was just inundated in. "Yes", I whispered out,
standing to my feet. "Hello", he replied, "my name is Jose
Cardenas, I'm your Outreach and Admissions Counselor. I was
taken aback by the sheer beauty of the man that stood before
me. He couldn't have been more than 25 or 26, he had golden
caramel colored skin, long silky black hair, full sensual
dark lips, and deep dark brown eyes. I shook his hand
absorbing every square inch of his incredible features. He
wore a royal blue silk shirt with a matching tie, and had on
a pair of black dress pants. I could easily make out the
outline of the wife beater he wore underneath his
dress shirt, and I was captivated by his athletic build. In a
flash I saw a pair of boxing gloves and blurted out, "You
used to box". "What?," he replied. "How do you know
that?" I looked uneasily at him, unsure of how to explain my
outburst. "Oh, I guessed by your build," I recovered, "So,
you like to box?", I asked, trying to erase my outburst.
"Well, yeah", he answered, years ago, and I still like to
put on a pair of gloves and spar with my bag at home."
"That's cool", I replied, glad that I had managed to
repair the situation. "So how about we get started". He
agreed and directed me to follow him to his office. This guy
was an impeccable dresser, and I couldn't help but find my
eyes glued to his juicy bubble butt as I followed him. This
guy was hot and I had no idea how I was going to control my
horny thoughts during the interview ahead. We reached his
office and he directed me to sit down. He closed his door and
sat down at his desk. He pulled out a packet and asked me to
fill
it out. I agreed and he proceeded to ask me questions.
Somehow, during the course of the interview, and I don't
even know when or how, the interview had changed from
questions about my interest in going to Job Corps, into a
conversation. We sat there talking for a half hour before he
or I even realized that we were so far off topic. We both
laughed and he got back to the interview. His eyes glimmered
and I forced myself not to get lost in his gaze. I could
smell the scent of the Polo Sport cologne he was wearing, and
it increased my sexual urgings. I felt my prick stiffening
and tried to control myself. I finished filling out the paper
work, and without thinking stood up to hand him the packet.
My cock was throbbing and it was easily visible through the
fabric of my jeans. He clearly caught sight of it, but tried
to avert his eyes from my bulbous package. I sat down
quickly, embarrassed that I hadn't thought before standing
and that he had seen my hard-on. I sat there uncomfortable,
but he nonchalantly began to flip through the packet I had
just filled out. "Well, everything here looks good to me,"
he said. "Now do you think you could come tomorrow for the
tour." "Yeah sure, I can go tomorrow," I replied. He stood
and walked around the desk, and I nervously stood my cock not
hard anymore from the embarrassment I had just gone through.
I stood and was extending my hand to shake his when he drew
closer than I was expecting. He pressed close to me and then
leaned in to kiss me. I instinctively opened my mouth and our
embrace began. His strong arms wrapped around me as our
tongues interlocked. I ran my hands down his back and gripped
his hard cheeks kneading them. We both moaned as our hands
ran across each others bodies. I stopped, realizing that we
could get caught and breathily asked him about the door. "I
locked it on the way in", he answered. "Don't worry we've
got all the time we need." Nothing else was going to hold me
back and the clothes started flying. I
watched as he stripped off his shirt and tie revealing the
wife beater he had on underneath. His muscles rippled as he
ran his hands down his six pack abs. I drew close to him and
pulled the shirt too the side and flickered my tongue across
his tan nipple. He sighed with pleasure as I gently chewed
his right nipple while pinching the left one. He pulled the
shirt off and threw it on his desk. Jose eagerly pulled my
shirt off as I pulled off my pants. I cupped his crotch and
gasped at the package I seized. Through the fabric of his
dress pants, I could feel his swollen knob and was shocked by
the enormous size and weight of his stick. We hungrily kissed
as I undid the button and fly of his pants and pulled them
down to his knees. Jose grabbed my cock and began to pump it.
I pulled his boxers down and freed the monster prick that was
hiding underneath. His cut meat was 9 or 10 inches easily,
thick with veins bulging along the shaft. His purple mushroom
head looked like a juicy ripe
fruit ready to be eaten. I got down on my knees and ran my
hand up and down the length of his shaft then ever so gently
I planted a kiss on his piss slit. He leaned back on his desk
and I ran my tongue over his engorged cock head. "Oh, yes,"
he moaned, "that feels so good." He rubbed my shoulders and
then ran his hands through my hair while I continued to lick
his bulbous head and trail my tongue along the shaft of his
prick. His shaved balls called to me and the taste of them
was sweet as candy. I pumped his rod while I began to suck on
his balls. His moans were getting louder and louder until he
had to reach for his wife beater and stuff it in his mouth.
Jose began to thrust his hips while I jerked his hard-on. I
ran my tongue back up over his cock and then swallowed his
meat. My mouth was stretched to the max trying to accommodate
his member, and I found that I couldn't swallow it all. No
matter though, he was biting into the shirt and moaning his
ass off which made me start
sucking his dick even more intensely. I wanted this stallion
to blow his hot Latin load down my throat, and I wasn't
going to stop sucking till I got what I wanted. Jose grabbed
my head and began to shove his cock deeper and deeper into my
mouth. My tongue swirled and licked the length of his raging
hard-on as I began to gently pull on his nut sac. Jose
finally stopped me and told me to get on his desk. "Now
it's my turn," he said. "I want your cock down my
throat." I moved over to his chair and sat down. "Get down
on your knees and come suck my cock," I called to him.
Before I knew it he was kneeled down in front of me slurping
away on my dick. I was already oozing a considerable amount
of pre-cum which he eagerly licked up. Then he plowed my 8
inch member down his throat and started the assault on my
cock. His mouth glided up and down, his saliva running it's
way down to my balls and between my legs. I grabbed his head
and bucked my hips into his mouth, plunging my meat down his
throat. I wanted to scream out from the pleasure that was
coursing through my body, but I knew that I could not. His
moaning was sufficient as he could not get really loud anyway
with my dick stuffing his face. He kept sucking my cock and
then began to lick and kiss my shaft until he had worked his
way down to my balls. Jose took each one of my large balls
and sucked on them while softly pumping my cock. His tongue
flickered over my shaved sac and then he began to lick
further down. Electric shocks of ecstasy ran through me as
his tongue worked it's way further below my balls. His
tongue worked it's way down until it was just above my
asshole, and then he lashed his tongue back up to my balls
and repeated it all over again. I now took my turn biting
fiercely into his wife-beater, moaning and squirming to the
rhythm of his tongue. Jose grabbed my legs and bent them
further up. My ass was now pushed up and he dove his mouth
into my ass. His wet tongue prodded my tight hole sending my
body quaking in convulsions. I couldn't take it as I felt my
balls clenching and my load about to shoot. "NO!," I
gasped. "I want you to cum with me." "OK," he replied,
"get on the desk." I didn't hesitate a moment and laid
down on top of the desk. He crawled on top and his cock hung
right above my face. It was twitching up and down and a
copious amount of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. I
hungrily swallowed his manhood and began slobbering away. His
mouth again met my cock and he began to gobble my meat. We
grabbed and squeezed each other, muffled moans and groans
filling the room. I wanted to return the excellent rim job he
had given me and now that I was looking up at his beautiful
bubble-butt, I just had to have it. I grabbed his ball sac
and squeezed in my hand. With my other hand I rubbed his
prick up and down. I sucked on his balls and, then just like
he had done, I licked just to his asshole and then worked my
way back. I repeated this for some time with his breathing
getting very heavy, before I took the plunge and brought my
tongue up to his tan hole. My tongue licked across his bud
and he groaned while gagging on my cock. The more intensely I
licked away at his ass, the more intensely he sucked my dick.
My tongue worked at his ass, and I was reveling in the
sweetness of his hole. I quickened my pace of jerking on his
cock while squeezing his juicy sac, and soon felt his balls
begin to fill with their impending load. He too sensed that I
was about to shoot my seed as my balls clenched. I moved back
down to his humongous cock and stuffed my mouth. He drove his
mouth harder on my cock, his tongue swirling across the
entire length of my swollen knob. I sucked like a madman on
the head of his glistening prick, anticipating the arrival of
his hot spunk. My load couldn't be held back as I grabbed
Jose's head and thrust my dick into the back of his throat
as it shot out of my aching prick. Some cum splashed out of
his mouth as the load choked him. He
managed to recover though and took my sticky load down like a
delicacy. He began thrusting his hips to the pumping I was
giving his cock as I licked on his head, and then it swelled.
His cock head must have grown about twice in size, and a deep
guttural groan crept out of him. His first shot poured out
like syrup onto my waiting tongue before erupting into blasts
from a volcano. His molten, creamy, thick load squirted out
hitting me with incredible force all over my face and tongue.
I reflexively reached up and clamped my mouth over his
bursting cock-head, his load shot onto my tongue and the
sweetness of his spunk sent me reeling. Blast after blast
coated my tongue and dribbled out the corners of my mouth. I
sucked on his throbbing member until I had squeezed every
drop of his pearly juice from his Latin stick. He pulled away
and leaned down kissing my cum filled mouth. I embraced him
and ardently returned the kiss, the loads from both of us
mixing together. That moment lasted an eternity, I remember
so vividly every instant of that destined passionate
encounter.

We parted, knowing that the next morning, I was going to meet
him again to go on the tour. I was so ecstatic and I
couldn't show it, as my friend pulled up to me and pick me
up. Jose and I reluctantly awaited the next day, my journey
to Job Corps was about to begin. I couldn't wait as I
chiefed away on a fat blunt, the future clearly blazing in my
mind. The best was just to come!





Readers: I hope you have enjoyed this much delayed addition
to my stories. I have been indisposed for quite some time but
have returned to tell you about the experiences I am having.
Please provide me with any commentary, questions, or
suggestions you might have. My e-mail address is
EMD222004@yahoo.com. I appreciate you all.



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I wish to submit the second chapter to the series I am
composing about my expereinces at Job Corps. I hope that it
can be considered for your site. I love the stories and
aspire to join the ranks of the other great writers I have
encountered on this site. Keep up the good work and thank you
very much.

 

 

 


Memories Made At Job Corps



By: Isaiah Lincoln



 


 


Chapter 2: The Job Corps Possibility



 


 


 


After a shower, some food, and finishing the joint I had been
smoking on earlier, I decided to relax and watch TV. It was
late or early in the morning, depending on how you look at
it, my high seemed to be enhancing everything I saw and heard
around me. The commercials were driving me crazy, there just
wasn't anything on. I was just about to turn the TV off when
a commercial for Job Corps came on. My finger paused on the
power button, as I watched the commercial. The commercial
wasn't great or inspiring, but it did infuse me with an
idea. I wanted somewhere new to go, I wanted to make more
money, and I wanted to go somewhere that had lots of young
people. I turned off the set, and headed over to the
computer. I logged onto the site, and started getting
information. It didn't sound like a bad place. Free room and
board, spending money, education, a trade, money for
completing a trade, help getting a driver's license, and job
placement assistance. I decided to look
into it.


The counselor I spoke to the next day asked me to come in for
an orientation and initial interview to the program. I set up
the appointment and made the arrangements necessary for me to
get there. I felt an eagerness and potential emanating from
the possibility of going to Job Corps. I paid extra attention
to my appearance the day of the meeting wanting to look my
best. I wanted to smoke the blunt in my dresser, but knew I
couldn't indulge myself until that night when I came back
home. I knew that getting into Job Corps would mean I would
have to stop smoking weed, but that was no big deal.
Marijuana was something I enjoyed smoking to a great degree,
but I experienced no problems being without it, and I loved
the break away since it meant a more intense high when I
smoked again. I arrived at the appointment a full hour before
I needed to even be there, and was told that my counselor
would be out in a moment to see me. I awaited anxiously
wanting to get the process
started. As I sat in the waiting room, I suddenly began to
feel disoriented. The sensation that I had already been here
and knew what was going to happen next filled my mind. In a
flash I saw him before he even unexpectedly approached me.
"Hello, are you Isaiah?", I heard a young mans voice say as
I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder. I looked up snapping out
of the trance like state I was just inundated in. "Yes", I
whispered out, standing to my feet. "Hello", he replied,
"my name is Jose Cardenas, I'm your Outreach and Admissions
Counselor. I was taken aback by the sheer beauty of the man
that stood before me. He couldn't have been more than 25 or
26, he had golden caramel colored skin, long silky black
hair, full sensual dark lips, and deep dark brown eyes. I
shook his hand absorbing every square inch of his incredible
features. He wore a royal blue silk shirt with a matching
tie, and had on a pair of black dress pants. I could easily
make out the outline of the wife beater he
wore underneath his dress shirt, and I was captivated by his
athletic build. In a flash I saw a pair of boxing gloves and
blurted out, "You used to box". "What?," he replied.
"How do you know that?" I looked uneasily at him, unsure of
how to explain my outburst. "Oh, I guessed by your build,"
I recovered, "So, you like to box?", I asked, trying to
erase my outburst. "Well, yeah", he answered, years ago, and
I still like to put on a pair of gloves and spar with my bag
at home." "That's cool", I replied, glad that I had
managed to repair the situation. "So how about we get
started". He agreed and directed me to follow him to his
office. This guy was an impeccable dresser, and I couldn't
help but find my eyes glued to his juicy bubble butt as I
followed him. This guy was hot and I had no idea how I was
going to control my horny thoughts during the interview
ahead. We reached his office and he directed me to sit down.
He closed his door and sat down at his desk. He pulled out a
packet

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