Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 09:08:15 -0800 (PST) From: Edward Morgan 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. --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail - Find what you need with new enhanced search. Learn more. --0-1854736545-1104381310=:18944 Content-Type: text/html; charset=us-ascii To Whomever It May Concern:   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 === message truncated ===