Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2019 20:14:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: samuel coher <joshmisses@yahoo.com>
Subject: Noah's New Job pt 16

Noah's New Job Pt 16

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	After that night of tribute among the dinning room table. We both
start focusing on our goals with a newly lite passion. Caleb diving into
school with some help from me but he was still a little lost about which
career path he wanted. I told him to focus on the general stuff first then
go towards his career.
	As for me, I was rummaging through my closet for something. It was
folder I put on the back burner. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist
and Caleb's chin resting on my shoulders. "What are you looking for in this
mess?" he asked me
	"My folder that I made when I was younger," I told him as my search
continued digging through piles of junk.
	He unwrapped himself from my waist and went through some of the
junk that I already tossed out of closet. I kept digging and soon was at
the floor of the closet. There was a wall of junk behind me but I found
what I was looking for. I held it up over the mountain of stuff behind
me. Caleb reach over and grabbed it from my hand.
	"What is it?" he asked as I started shoveling everything back into
the closet.
	"Plans for me to open a small hole in the wall," I told as I
finally got over the mountain and back into the bedroom.
	"Ok but first we need to something about that," he said to me.
	I turned around and got buried as everything fell on top of me. You
could hear everything clank and crashed onto the floor and me. "Guess
you're right. Plus, that will give you some room in the closet for stuff,"
I said as I conceited to the mess that I put off for long time.
	I started making piles, clothes that I did not need, wanted to
keep. Books and cooking items that have not seen the day of light in
years. Caleb looked through some of the clothes and made a pile for
himself. I smiled that I noticed that he was doing that and thought at
least they will be used. He smiled and I just nodded my head. I grabbed the
toss pile and stuff them into a garbage bag.
	Then I took my books, mainly cookbooks, I put them up and bookshelf
that I had not been used properly. Last was my cooking utensil. I started
going through them and split the into already have it or still need it. Yet
soon I was getting into other utensils. Ones that had served other
purposes.
	A couple of them caught Caleb's attention. He grabs some out of my
hands and asks me, "What are these for?"
	"Of do you really want to know," I said and kissed his delectable
lips.
	I pushed him down on the bed and pulled his shirt up. They were a
pair of tongs with rubber tips.  "See these are old school torture devices
or sex toys when I was young," I said to him and slowly pinched his nipples
with the tongs.
	He winched from the instant pain. A moan escaped his mouth. "Do not
stop, do you have any other torture devices hiding in those piles?" he
asked, and I released his nipple.
	 I reached back and grabbed a mini whisk. The handle was slick and
smooth. My mind went to thinking what else this could be used for. Then I
remember that this thing was always cold. I rolled it over his skin, and he
squirmed to get any form the coldness. His nipples got even harder from the
cold touch of the whisk. Then I was using the whisk in one hand and the
other the tongs were teasing his nipples.
	"Oh fuck," Caleb said out of his mouth.
	"Oh, you like the cold torture," I said back to him.
	"Yes, sir. Please give me more," he begged me.
	"I think there is one more device in here," I said as I slowly kept
teasing him.
	I found an old battery powered hand mixer. It was long a slender
and the piece that was attached to it was slender cold metal pole. I used
to roll things out instead of mixing things. It worked the same if it was
floured. I removed my tongs and the cold mini whisk.
	He looked up and my hands were removing his shorts that he had
on. I noticed he was in a jockstrap and I was happy that he wanted easy
access to this last tool. I put his legs on my shoulders and I was greeted
with his pink tight hole just begging for more.
	I slowly lubed up the hand mixer and inserted into his hole. He
groaned from the pressure that it was stretching him out. I lend over his
crotch to look at his face. It was about halfway in and I asked him, "Are
you ready for your finally punishment?"
	He just nodded his head and bite down on his teeth. I pushed the
button and it slowly start rolling around. It was slowly stretching his
hole.
	"Ok my fucking god," was the only thing he kept saying over and
over.
	I reached down and released his now super hard cock from the
jockstrap that he had on. It was oozing with precum. I bent forward which
made me push the mixer deeper into him and his eyes started rolling into
the back of his head. I knew he probably could not last much longer. I
mouth engulfed his cock and just the warmth of my mouth pushed him over the
edge.
	He cum so quickly and so much. I did not realize that he was so
turned on by these tools of cook. After he shoot ten times into my mouth,
he became lifeless. I turned the hand mixer off and slowly pulled it out of
him. With a pop sound as it came out and his hole slowly going back to its
original tightness. I lend over his lifeless body and kissed him.
	That brought him back to life. He took a deep breath as he realized
what just happened.  "That was heavenly. Where did you learn to use tools
like that?" he asked me.
	"When you are alone for a while, sometimes you need to get creative
with what you got," I said with a smile.
	He leaned onto his side and noticed that I was smiling. "What you
are smiling about?"
	 "Just happy to pleasure you. Now that we took care of that, I
guess I should show you what I was looking for," I told him.
	I helped him get dressed and we tossed all the torture devices into
the sink to be washed. Then we took a seat at the table. I paced the folder
on the table and started to tell him my story.
	"When I was a little younger, I wanted to open my own restaurant,"
I told him.
	"I see," he said and was waiting for me to continue.
	"Well, this was the business plan and drawings and everything that
I was planning on doing at that time," I said to him and started thinking
about why I stopped.
	"What happened?" he asked as he shuffled through the papers.
	"Lack of a lot of things, money, experience and just motivation," I
told him.
	"Now that I reignited the passion flame within you, you would like
to go a second time at this," he said to me as he was holding up the floor
plan.
	I just nodded my head. He placed the floor plan down on the table
and looked it over. A few moments had passed; I felt some nervousness flow
over me. Another few moments then he looked over at me and smiled.
	"I like the layout of the place, but it seems to be missing
something," he said to me. He was watching my face to see my reaction to
his suggestion.
	"That is what I felt too. I do not know what that could be
through," I said back to him.
	"I think it could be the flow of the restaurant. How about
switching the entrance and moving the bar to the back of the place," he
said to me.
	I quickly rearranged the floor plan and it did look better. It made
me feel better about the plan. I gave him a quick kiss to thank him for his
idea.
	"Now we need a name to grab people's attention," I said out loud.
	"Hmm..." Caleb thought hard and long about this one. "What type of
food will you be serving?"
	That is when I shuffled through some papers and hand him the menu
that I came up with. I await that seem like forever to see what he thought
once more.
	"Got it. I see what you were trying to make here," he said to me.
	"Ok, so what were you thinking then," he said to me.
	"Foggy's mist," he said and started to design the name on a piece
of paper.
	"I like it. That will catch people's eyes and get them curious to
come and try it. Just need to make sure the food and the atmosphere matches
its all," I told him.
	"There you go again. You got this, with me by your side we will
make magic happen for everyone that walks through the door," he told me.
	"Thanks, I am glad you believe in me more than I believe in
myself," I said as I stole a kiss from his lips.
	"Just returning what you done for me," he said to me.
	I took a seat next to him and the next thing we knew that it was
the next morning. We worked all the way through the night one designs,
themes and so much more.

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