Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2011 16:13:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Jacob Esteban <jacob442011@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jared Hand Three

Jared and I were sitting off to the side and in the back corner of the
bar. We were talking about football, and the beer was refreshing on my
tongue. My eyes followed the waitress. Fit and slender, her boobs were
captivating; my eyes were drawn along her cleavage, wishing I could flow
down into her top to the firm breasts and nipples that pressed through her
garments. She paused and brushed her blond hair back with a smile as she
spoke to an admiring customer. My God, I thought, she's so hot. Jared
smiled at me from across the table. You like what you see, he said with a
grin. I nodded and returned his gaze after some hesitation.

Without warming, he leaned forward, voice softening but eyes intent.

So Jacob, did you really mean what you said last week about how I was hot,
how I was your man?

I took a swallow of beer, feeling the warm redness flood my cheeks. I was
glad it was dimly lit with a lot of other people and noise. My mind
wandered back to my fantasy fulfilled, laying naked while a clothed Jared
stood over me and pumped my cock, possessing me, owning me, making me call
his name and squirm to his touch. My cock stirred with the recollection.
For a moment I avoided his gaze, then looked into his eyes.

That was pretty hot, Jared, I said quietly and with a little difficulty,
thinking of how my whole body shuddered in orgasm as Jared stroked me to
heaven.

Yeah, he agreed with a warm smile.

After a pause, he said, I've been thinking. I've got some ideas of some
things that would be fun. But, you will have to trust me.

Trying not to sound too eager, I asked, what do you have in mind?

You have that business trip to Oregon, right?

I nodded.

You say you trust me, Jared continued, and you told me that I was your
man. Right. Well, let's see. I know the place you're going. How about I
text you some instructions for while you are there, and you text me back to
tell me how it goes?

Uh, I hesitated, feeling horny but also unsure. What does he have in mind?

What kind of instructions? I asked.

Jared's eyes locked mine. He ignored the question.

Was last week hot?

I nodded.

Did you like me being in total control of you?

I nodded again.

Do you trust me?

Hmm, hmm, I told him.

So, then, will you do what I tell you?

I paused, then swallowed, yes.

Good. You'll be glad you did.

Two nights later, I checked in outside Portland, Oregon, at an
old-fashioned hotel that was once a farm and then a nursing home before its
current incarnation as a modest resort (bars, brewery, winery, soaking
pool, spa). The rooms are older and more European in style, with no TVs or
bathrooms. Rather, at the end of the hall was a shared bathroom for men at
one end and women at the other end. Jared had told me he would text would
text me instructions to be carried out each evening after I finished with
work.

The first day, as I sat through meetings and participated in team building
exercises, I could not help but wonder about Jared. What would he say? What
would he want me to do? He had given no indication. I felt a pleasant
excitement mixed with nervousness.

That evening after dinner, Jared texted me. From now on in the evenings, I
was to wear the white hotel robe when walking to the bathroom or leaving my
room for any reason. And, unless I was going to the soaking pool, I was to
be naked under the robe. When I got back to my room, I was to unlock the
door, then remove the robe, standing completely naked in the hallway before
entering the room.

That first trip to the bathroom, my stomach was in butterflies. Thank
goodness this was an adult resort facility. The bathroom contained separate
stalls for showers and bathtubs as well as for toilets and sinks. I
urinated and walked back to my room, aware of my nakedness under the
robe. Coming to my door, I swallowed and unlocked it. A couple was laughing
good naturedly down the way, leaving their room. I took off my robe and
paused in the hall, naked, outside my door and adjacent to the window
facing the parking lot that was next to my room. Through the corner of my
eye, I saw the woman glance with a puzzled look, then she left with a
smile. I hope no one from work is up here with me on the 3rd floor, I
thought, as I retreated into my room.

I texted Jared, and he told me that once the basement bar at the front
closed, I was to stand naked at my window facing out over the entrance. I
was to have my room lights off, but to stand so that my naked body would be
in view of the people waiting for cabs and rides back to the city. At 1am,
I found myself so turned on, I could hardly stand it. Jared gave me
explicit direction not to give myself an orgasm, but I figured playing a
little with my throbbing cock wouldn't hurt anything. I gave myself a
couple of strokes and moaned. Then, nervous and naked, I crept over to the
window and stood in view of the small group of people waiting around the
front of the building; they were laughing with the enthusiasm of those who
have had a bit too much to drink. Would someone see me, I wondered, and pay
me a visit? I stood for several minutes. No one seemed to notice, though at
one point, an older man turned and looked like he saw me, but then turned
away.

Walking over to my bed, still in view of the window, I got on my hands and
knees and thrust my bare ass up in the air. I wished someone would come,
would see me and figure out where my room was, that they would come and
engulf my cock and own me. For the first time in my life, I began to desire
a cock in my ass. Or, I wanted something to penetrate me, even a finger, or
a toy.  I'd read online about prostate massage toys... Would someone come
into my room and take possession of my ass? Please, I moaned, thrusting my
naked ass higher into the air before the window, inviting, moaning. God, I
was burning hot.

The next evening, Jared texted that I was buy myself a glass of red wine
and go to the large, warm figure eight shaped soaking pool. Once there, I
was to be friendly and flirt with at least two people or couples, then see
what happened. It did not matter if they were men or women or some mix fo
the two; I was supposed to find and flirt with someone I found attractive
while drinking my red wine.

I slid into the warm water, darkness all around, the light shining up from
down in the pool. Across the way, a beautiful woman wearing a bikini was in
the close embrace of her male lover. Damn, she was hot, 25 or so, but they
were too close, too lovy dovy. I made my way around the first circle of the
figure eight. An unattractive and drunk husband and wife half swam and half
stumbled by me. I avoided them, and moved toward a dark area only slightly
illuminated with the pool light. There, I saw her, a beautiful woman,
probably 10 years older than me, mid-50s I guessed. She was slender,
graceful, alluring, by herself. For a moment, I could only gaze at her, her
slender, tight body, her red two-piece bikini, her dark black hair with
only a little gray, the water running down her skin as she floated through
the water.

Good evening, I said, as she stood up and pushed her hair back, smiling at
me with a welcoming kindness that made my belly tingle with more than just
the wine. Good evening, she replied, laying back in the water. We talked
for a few minutes, and she was beautiful and present, but she was also
married. I wanted so much to ask if I could give her a massage, to finish
the job that the spa masseuse had started, working her tight muscles with
my fingers. God, I wanted to touch her, to please her, to serve her
beauty. She told me her name and that she was a traveling folk singer. I
wondered if she was an angel. I felt butterflies, wondering if I would get
an opening; I was just about to ask her something else, to try to get her
to stay for one more minute, but she smiled her amazing smile and said it
was time for her to retire. A picture of beauty and grace, she climbed out
of the warm water, smiling upon me one more time, making me burn.

I turned away when she disappeared from view, and though disappointed, I
was mostly happy that I had a few moments with her. It was just what I had
needed for a moment, somehow.

I bought another glass of red wine and moved farther down the pool and into
the second circle of the figure eight, spying a friendly looking couple in
their late 20s or early 30s. She was pretty but a little heavy, wearing a
one-piece swimsuit, full and heavy breasts pressing her cleavage out. I
wanted to stare, but I smiled and pulled my head up to her eyes, saying
hello. She told me her name, and she waved me toward her husband, sitting a
few feet away, and he smiled and shared his name. I told them my name, and
we talked about the facility and how they liked staying there. They'd
driven down from Seattle, and they loved the beer and wine and whisky
bar. The heat of the water and wine were working on my belly, and I
wondered what a threesome with them would be like. Somehow, I felt the guy
would be up for it. He was a little heavy but good looking, his tanned
belly spilling over his shorts; he smiled warmly at me around his whisky
when I moved a little closer to him. But, just as I got the vibe that the
guy might be interested, I got the vibe that the girl was not. She was
giving off a defensive signal, subtle, but there. After awhile, they left,
him brushing back his brown hair and giving me a smile that lasted a little
longer than I had expected.

Damn, I thought. Should I go try to find their room? No, that door had
closed too, and soon, the pool itself would be closing. I texted Jared what
happened and went to bed, balls aching, thinking, who would know if I
masturabed to release the pressure? But, on some level, I wanted to honor
what Jared and I had talked about, and to honor his being in control. For
some odd reason, I wanted to please him, to serve him. It's weird, for me,
as I love women and have one of my own. And yet, even though I'm normally a
tough-looking and assertive guy, a manager at work, some part of me wants
to be a girl to a man, to be the girl to Jared's man. I don't understand
it, but I knew that I should resist the strong temptation to pound my cock
for all its worth.

The last evening, my face burned as I read Jared's message. He texted me
that I was to have fun but do the best I could to get myself jacked off by
a stranger. I was to do it in the men's bathroom, to get a bottle of baby
oil and draw myself a bath in one of the side rooms. But, instead of
closing the door, I was supposed to leave it ajar, setting the baby oil by
the edge of the tub so that a casual onlooker would spot it. I was to do
this in the men's only common bath area, and I was to go up at midnight,
before the bars closed but before was so late that no one would stop by.

My mind raced.

What if I saw someone I know from work?

What if some guys came in and it was awkward?

I loved the idea and was very turned on, but I also felt a pucker of
anxiety.

There was the buzz of another text from Jared. I almost dropped my phone.
"And Jacob," he wrote. "Remember how you got all vocal with me? I want you
to do that tonight, to squirm and moan and be very vocal. I want this guy
to know that you appreciate him."

Midnight. I made my way down the hall, naked under my robe, to the men's
bathroom. I walked in, listening intently, but there was no one there. The
stall on the right looked good. I opened the door, and there was an
old-fashioned bathtub on the left side of the room and a bench on the
right. My stomach was alive with butterflies. I drew a hot bath and
listened again. Nobody. Slowly, I removed my robe. My cock was semi hard. I
stood naked, with the door ajar about a foot, and settled into the hot
water. Ahhh, I sighed. It felt good. I set the baby oil on the outside of
the tub in view of the doorway, then sipped some red wine.

I was partially facing away from the door, hoping to provide some view of
my nakedness to a passerby even as a part of me hoped no one would notice
me. I'm not sure how long I sat there with my eyes closed, but I heard a
door open followed by some shuffling. I gulped. It sounded like a couple of
guys, drunk guys. My door squeaked, as though one guy looked in, but they
quickly shuffled away to the urinals, then were gone. If they had seen me,
they gave no notice. Time passed. The door opened a bit later. I glanced up
to see an older gentleman with a kind smile walk by. I smiled at him and he
smiled back, though sleepily, as if I was not doing anything in the least
bit unusual.

More time went by. The water was good and hot, but I started to wonder if
this was going to even get me a hello. My wine was about gone. I sure love
a good, red wine.

The door opened; someone walked by. I looked but missed them. I heard the
flushing of the urinal after a few moments. Then, nothing. My door creaked,
and I looked up into the face of a man with dark hair and a beard streaked
with only a few strands of gray. His thick hair was pulled back into a
ponytail, and it fell down his back. He was wearing sweats and a white
T-shirt and a wedding ring, looking to be about 55, but with his beard, it
was hard to judge for sure. He may have come from bed but looked like he
had not been asleep.

Hey, he said. His voice pleasant, his eyes dark and deep.

Hey, I responded, feeling like I was sinking into his dark eyes. He was
well-muscled, the T-shirt tight against his firm abs and pecs.

His eyes fell on the baby oil. You looking for something?

I finished the last of my wine, mouth suddenly dry, and set the glass off
to the side.

Cheeks burning, I said, yes, yes I am, unable not to stare at him lustily.

He smiled and stepped further into the room, so he was facing me and could
see my nakedness the length of the tub. Strong and cool, I thought, as I
sank once again into his dark eyes.

Would you like a hand? He asked, softly.

Head spinning with lust, I gripped the sides of the tub and thrust my hips
upward, bringing my hard cock out of the water.

He was already squirting the slick baby oil into his hand, then closed the
door.

Ahhh, I gasped, as his hand lightly touched my throbbing cock. He smiled,
holding my gaze. Eyes locked, I stared at him, and he ever so gently
caressed my penis. Oooh, I moaned, breaking eye contact and closing my
eyes.

Suddenly, his hand gripped me and started to work, up and down, up and
down, pumping my penis.

Oh God, I gasped, surprised at how intense it felt, like my whole body was
my cock.

Almost soundlessly, the baby oil squeaked as he stroked me firmly,
smoothly, methodically. The grip was strong and tight, but the oil was
slick. The feeling was tremendous.

Oh my God, it's happening. This is amazing. A man is taking me, stroking
me, owning me.

Ohhhhhh, I moaned, then suddenly remembered Jared's directions.

Oooh, you stud, oooh you man, oooh I'm yours, I gasped. Oooh, stroke me,
oooh yes. Oh my cock, oh my cock!

I looked back into his deep, dark eyes. You...ah ah... are..ah...oh
fuck...ing...amaz...ing. He smiled back at me, and I thrust my hips a
little higher as he stroked; I wanted to show him how hot I was, how hot he
was.

You... are so... fucking... hot! I told him, thrusting higher and into his
hand.

He smiled and gripped tighter, hand still sliding smoothly through the oil
around my cock, curving and cupping at the end, igniting intense pleasure
on the underside of the tip, before pumping back down.

Then, I felt it, the hurricane inside me starting to break loose. My
knuckles whitened as they gripped the side of the tub, and my entire being
seized up like a spring coiling.

Don't stop oh God don't stop oh God oh God don't stop oh God! I yelled

Then, my cum burst forth in waves, burning, spraying, warm droplets landing
on my face and lips and in the water and on the walls..

Oh Jesus, I yelled and shuddered and squirted, as he worked my cock. Oh
Jesus!

Methodically, he milked out the last drops from my penis; I licked my lips
and closed my eyes, opening them sometime later to his smile. I sank into
the water, and he paused after he stopped stroking me, then gently placed
his hand over my cock and my balls, causing me to moan involuntarily. I
hope you enjoyed it, he grinned.

Oh God, thank you, I sighed, looking into his deep, dark eyes. I loved it.

Good, he grinned, swishing his hand to remove the cum and oil. Then, he was
gone.

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End Jared Hand Three

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