Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 16:15:36 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: POP FINDS A WAY (INSTALLMENT 7)

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"Jerry, it's time."

Still absorbed in my thoughts as to Pop and what he might be up to back
home, I almost did not hear the interruption and yet managed to snap myself
back into reality.

"Yes, I'll be there.", I hastily replied.

Adjusting the waistband of the silky diamond-patterned ocean blue thong I
discovered on the foot of my bed upon returning to my room in the
mid-afternoon, I wondered if I would be going too far by moving the front
part of it just a little lower down to expose a hint of my pubes.

Within a few moments, I was tiptoeing into Uncle Robby's room in a manner
reminiscent of an awakening child trying to surprise Santa on Christmas
eve.

Uncle Robby's extreme seriousness was a bit alarming.  I had a great deal
of difficulty absorbing how one person could be my lover one moment and a
stern taskmaster the next.  Nevertheless, I knew that a postive attitude on
my part was definitely the way I'd stand a chance of getting through
"Lesson Two", or, in layman's terms, "The ABCs of being a pleasing slut".

"Listen closely, Jerry.  What you want to remember is that there are three
important "P" words for you to always keep in mind when being the best slut
you can be: First: Presentation.  In other words, carrying yourself like a
slut in body, mind, and spirit is the way to really sell yourself with any
client you are serving.  You always want to exuce confidence, that means
head up, good eye contact, and a nice, sexy, self-assured sway of the hips
when you walk.  It also is a good idea to always sound like you are
interested in making the client happy.  For instance, you can say something
like: 'I am just hear to please you, hon'.  It does not matter how I feel.
I just wanna make you happy, baby.  Let me be your sweet little pleasing
one.'"

"Repeat after me, please, Jerry: 'Let me be your sweet little pleasing one.
Let me be your little slut who brings you joy, your own little slut-boy.'"

I repeated Uncle Robby's recitation word for word: "Let me be your
sweet...."

"Not bad, not bad at all.  Okay delivery but when you are with actual
clients, make sure you only speak in a much softer tone.  The potential
certainly is there, that is certainly true."

I could not help but smile at Uncle Robby's last comment.  Even though this
is certainly not the future I envisioned for myself, I did genuinely enjoy
receiving the praise as it made me feel more positive about myself overall.

At Uncle Robby's request, I strutted about for him.  Uncle Robby
interrupted and made me sway my hips more and shake that cute little ass of
mine.  I liked the way Uncle Robby was eyeing me as I really got into
things for him, yet on some level I felt uneasy about "strutting my stuff"
for men that I really did not know at all.

"Let's move on now to the second "P": 'Performance'.  Okay?"

I just nodded at Uncle Robby, realizing that I was being asked in a way
where no response was really expected.  Further, at this point, I had
already come to terms with making the best of things; and was well-aware
that I did not really have any choice, at least for possibly as much as a
year.

I watched Uncle Robby toss off his robe, revealing his naked body to me
this time in a room completely illuminated by bedroom lamps.  I just stood
there, staring blankly, as Uncle Robby hopped onto the rose design
quilt-covered bed and positioned himself in the center lying on his back
and with his head propped up by two pillows in a double layer.

"Kneel between my loins.  Get right up here on this bed.", Uncle Robby
commanded.

I quickly complied.

"Relax, Jerry, you will do just fine if you remember to stay nice and
relaxed."

I was unsure whether my trembling was visible outside, though I guess it
must have been.  I knew I felt extremely nervous inside.

"Ninety-nine percent of men on this planet, Jerry, enjoy this, I want you
to always keep this in mind.  Be gentle at all times; and take extra care
that the client is experiencing maximum pleasure and no pain or discomfort.
For first-time clients, it is perfectly fine to kiss and lick the client's
chest going from the top of the chest near the neck all the way down the
center of the chest to the waist and then to the pubes and then to the base
of the cock.  Now just get to it, don't rush anything, nice and slow."

I glided my tongue and lips down the center of Uncle Robby's chest, doing
just what he described and making sure that I alternated between kissing
and licking throughout.

"Nice, very nice, now hold on to my hips for support and lick up and down
the shaft of my cock, making sure you give attention to the underside."

Uncle Robby's impressive cock was still very much overwhelming to me.  Not
quite fully hard yet, I was still taking in a tool about eight or nine
inches or at least appearing so in length.  The mushroom head was as
intimidating to me as ever, yet for reasons I really do not know I had a
surging desire within me to hold it and to lick it.

I felt awkward, like a novice.  Well, I was a novice of course.  But I felt
like I was trying so very hard to come off as a pro; and not quite sure of
my steps.

I found myself slobbering all over Uncle Robby's member as I steadfastly
licked up and down the front and back of the shaft.  To my delight, Uncle
Robby was responding; and getting harder and harder as I continued my
"treatment".

I instinctively swirled the tip of my tongue around the head of the cock
and then teased the slit of the cock to the point where a drop of precum
seeped out onto my tongue as reward.  I was beginned to feel more at ease,
more sure of myself, more confident.

"That's right, that's right...uhm...nice.  Now take it between your lips,
Jerry, I'll have none of this dilly-dallying, get right to it."

I did as instructed.

"Suck on it now, gently, nice and slow; and keep going like this till I say
otherwise."

I thought I wanted to do it, the sucking, I mean, but when push came to
shove, something inside of me really did not want to do it just then.  What
drove me forward was this image in my mind, a disturbing image conjured up
in mind and produced by a fear within me: I could "see" myself with a
client and after just stopping in the middle of things and not really
knowing what to do, the client chastising me: "Oh, you stupid whore, you
don't know what the heck you are doing!!  I wouldn't pay you a cent for
this."

So I just continued to do as instructed and, not wanting Uncle Robby to
know otherwise, was careful to conceal any reluctance on my part.

The head of Uncle Robby's cock, unlike its shaft, had a distinctively musky
flavor that was a blend of sweat and natural man flesh.

"Suck on it harder now; and cup my balls and sac gently with one hand."

I was now sucking earnestly on Uncle Robby's cock; and though I did not
want to really be experiencing this with him in this manner, I did enjoy
the intimacy shared wtih Uncle Robby.  Uncle Robby was to me still the same
man who had acknowledged to me that he thought that he was in love with me.

"Open up wider, Jerry, the best is yet to come.  You are doing just fine,
baby."

I opened nice and wide for Uncle Robby.  Uncle Robby cradled my cranium in
his palms as he began to thrust in his massive member deeper and deeper.
Within moments he was deep-throating me, never pulling his cock completely
out of my mouth.  Not really knowing what I should be doing, to be safe, I
continued to suck on the cock.  At one point, I thought that I would gag on
the cock, yet, miraculously it seemed, my throat muscles reflexively
adjusted and gave way.

"Now, Jerry, I am about to cum, I can't hold on much longer, I want you to
remember to swallow every single drop.  That's what you must do with all
clients, you must always swallow, you will insult the client if you do
not."

I felt confused, vulnerable, and, yet, on some level, very turned on.  I
wondered just how thick Uncle Robby's load would be; and prayed that I
would not choke on it.

Still very much aiming to please, as I heard Uncle Robby shout:
"AAAAAAARGGGGGHHHHH!", I swallowed every single drop that poured from his
being like an uncontrollable deluge no longer able to be kept back by a
dam.  The load was so big and so thick there really was not much
opportunity to taste it, as I gulped down all that was spewed.  Yet, once
Uncle Robby did remove his cock, I could not help myself and licked off
clean the head of the cock.  I rolled around my tongue the tiny bit of cum
and was very much savoring the taste of the seed of the man I loved as a
lover.

Uncle Robby, within moments, had me lying flat on my belly; and was eagerly
caressing my buns, licking his lips in anticipation of the next and final
portion of "Lesson Two".  Filled with lust and passion, he ripped the thong
right off of me.  I was afraid for my life now.  I had never seen Uncle
Robby to be in such a crazed state.

Just as I was anxiously squirming about the bed, the phone rang.  I prayed
for some relief, any relief.

As I turned my head toward the window with my eyes moistened with tears, I
finally admitted to myself that I was way over my head; and I clung
stubbornly to the rather slim hope that Pop had found another way, a part
of me surfacing once again that simply did not want to accept what appeared
to be inevitable.