Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2010 10:56:57 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Rub Off Money Competition, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Masturbation

"Rub Off Money Competition, Part Two" by Jay Roberts
                  Gay masturbation



I got three cell phone calls and I eliminated them for one reason
or another.  I settled down to thinking that I had a good idea
but it just didn't work out.  Of course, the not working out did
give me a couple of interesting adventures.

Yes, I was about to completely forget this scheme until last
evening.  I was watching the ball game and sucking away at a tall
neat bourbon and bitters.  My Dad used to always order this
drink.  I guess I was imbibing about the equivalent of three or
four shots when the phone rang.

Wait, not my land line, not my cell phone, but the building
intercom.  The voice on the other end had a slight, pleasant
accent.

"Hello, this is Fernando."

"Who?"

"Fernando, your doorman."

"Oh yeah, is someone there?"

"No, I am calling on my own behalf.  I know about your paste ups
and I would like to apply."

I quickly culled up a picture of Fernando.  He was a nice looking
fellow, about forty, I guess.

"I'm awfully sorry but the specs are for someone about thirty."

"I just turned forty and people say I look much younger."

"I'm sorry."

"Mr. Robert, I'll make you a sporting bet.  If I cannot earn the
thousand dollars, I'll give you a thousand dollars."

"You're that sure of yourself?"

"Absolutamente!"

How could I not let the guy try.  I told him to come up.  When he
knocked and then entered I had to admit that he did look a young
forty.  He was stocky with broad shoulders.  His face was
attractive, small features and a carefully shaved but shadowy
beard.

"May I remove my jacket and shirt so I can do my job," he said in
a soft Latino accent that was charming.  His eyes sparkled at me
as he carefully folded his upper clothing and placed them on a
chair.

"Do you wish to remain dressed?"  He asked.  I told him that he
could remove my tennis shorts.

I noticed his hands.  I am not into hands, but his were very
smooth without knobby knuckles.  There was black glossy hair on
the tops of his hands.  Nice.

I also took in the treat of his chest.  He had a small bit of
hair in the middle of his strong pectorals.  His nipples were
dark and seemed to be erected.

As he reached for my pants legs, his arm muscles bulged.  I found
that I was slowly getting into the mood and my breathing
deepened.

"Yes Robert, continue those lovely breaths.  I am pulling down
your shorts and admiring your muscled stomach.  Oh yes, the top
of your pubic hair is now visible.  A lovely color and texture.
Let me slip my fingers into it."

I said nothing, but to my embarrassment, I let out a small "o-o-
o-h" He smiled sweetly, exposing his small, perfect teeth and I
noticed his curvy lips.

Now my prick was fully exposed to his view.  He stared reverently
at the plumb, but relaxed organ.  He leaned down and I could feel
his breath as he spoke to it.  "We meet at last, little Robert,
but not so little.  You are a fine cock.  Ah, I see it
elevating."

He was driving me nuts with his slow start, but it was hot as
hell.  It was true that my cock was rising.

"Do you always speak to cocks like that?" I asked.

"Y-e-s-s, I am the cock wheesperer."

I had to smile, but he was serious.

A moment later a tentative finger reached out and stroked the top
of my shaft and my cock cover retracted like a window shade.

"Nice," he intoned.  It is interested and wants attention."

"Oh shit, this is hard on me.  Please get to the main event."

In his soft accent he assured me, "The anticipation is worth the
wait and makes the eventual explosion unbelievably wonderful."

Well he sure was confident.  I wasn't so sure, but then he super
genitally cupped his warm hand and held my cock in his hand.  He
seemed to lift it a bit, as it to weigh it.

He whispered to it, "You are heavy with want.  Do not worry dear
penis, you will be very happy soon."

I found that I was lifting my hips to get more feeling from his
hand, but he was not dissuaded from his technique.

I moaned loudly as his thumb swiped softly over my cock head and
I felt pre cum under his moving thumb.  He took his thumb and put
it into his mouth an sucked the drops.  His eyes rolled and he
said, "So delicious.  It tastes of you Robert."

I was a bit dizzy from his intense attentions, but though my
prick was hot with desire, it seemed comfortable at enjoying the
stimulation without a thought of ejaculating.

Now he had my cock in his cupped hand again and he was barely
touching it as he moved his hand slightly up and down.

This was so exciting.  I always knew, on some level, that soft
and easy wins the race, but everyone is so impatient.

"Oh Fernando, you are so great at this.  I am loving it."

"You may call me Nando, Robert, we are now familiars."

There was a faint change in his soft ministrations.  Did he speed
up?  Was his grip a bit tighter?  All I know is that I was
groaning in excitement.  I must have looked like a moron, I
couldn't stop my drooling and my tongue was hanging out.

"I think we have reached a good place now.  Your whole body is
feeling warm and you have become one large penis.  NO?"

I nodded helplessly.

"We shall bring you unbelievable joy soon, but not yet.  The
testicles must reach a certain point before the strong spews can
take effect."

"Oh Nando.  I don't know if I can stand this.  My head is
spinning and I feel almost as if I am losing control of my
bowels."

He patted my cheek sweetly.  "Do not fear, Bobby may I call you
that I have never had a boy shit while I was pleasuring him."

He kept one cupping my shaft, occasionally wiping over the piss
slit and the other hand crept down between my thighs and searched
for the back of my ball sac.  I had never realized how sensitive
that area was.  My shoulders reared up slightly as he nails
lightly scratched there.  Then he cupped my balls and squeezed
with almost imperceptible pressure, opening his hand and closing
it with a steady rhythm.  I gasped and almost forgot to breath.
It was exquisite.

"You ball sac is thickening and slowly rising toward the bottom
of your cock shaft.  That is a sure sigh that you are readying a
monumental explosion.  But the time is not quite here."

This was torture, but I didn't want to end it.  I have never had
such an experience.  He not grasped my balls gently and he began
a slow movement back and forth.  Make my ball sac into a
pendulum.  I was coughing with excitement.

Then he began, at the same time, a more pronounced shagging of my
cock.  My body had become one big cock and he was in control of
me.  I felt myself swaying back and forth and the beginning of my
orgasm as my hips began to rise slightly in a fucking motion.

"Yes boy, you are doing well.  You are preparing for your assent
into heaven and I will be your guide."

In some part of my brain, I wanted to thank him, but I couldn't
speak, I was so paralyzed by my on coming ejaculation.

Ejaculation?  But it didn't come.  I seemed poised on a precipice
neither rolling down nor able to rest there.  There was a loud
humming sound in my ears and I was becoming alarmed.

I looked at Nando piteously. His expression was one of loving
concern.  Suddenly he threw his arms around my neck and pressed
his lips against mine.  His lips were boiling hot.  I sunk into
the embrace and felt my body beginning to open to climaxing.

We separated.  Nando rubbed the back of my neck and spoke softly,
also hypnotically in my ear.  "Bobby, it's safe.  I'm right here.
Let it happen."

My body began vibrating and shaking.  I was sobbing with the
power of my feelings.  He said firmly, "Now!!"

I let out an animalistic squawk, a rough sound and my prick
seemed to pull within itself and then emitted a thick, long
emission that covered my chest, my hips flexing and falling with
the power.  Then four more equally power surges and spooges
happened.  I was coated with sperm, but my spirits were calm
afterward.  I felt as if I had passed through a valley of death
and emerged on the other side into light and happiness.

As I lay there, Nando dipped his head and began lapping and
sucking up the seminal fluid, smacking his lips in pleasure.

Then he wiped the moisture away with tissues until I was clean
and coming back to myself.

He whispered "Thanks" to my cock and began to dress himself.
When his official unform was in place I propped myself up on a
pillow.  "There's an envelop with the money on the table near the
door.  You desire it.  Enjoy it."

"Mr.Roberts," he said, returning to his former formalities, I
thank you but remember, this does not relieve you from The
Christmas tip."

I laughed and calling him Fernando again I said nothing about a
return engagement.  I wasn't sure I could live through too many
of these experiences.

I had a few calls, then they tapered off and finally ended, they
were offering to contest for the prize.  I told them that it had
been won and was no longer being offered.


End of story