Date: Mon, 20 May 2019 17:45:48 +0100 From: Cliffy B Subject: Morality of Cheating Part 2 The Morality of Cheating II Please consider donating and helping the site keep bringing you free, top quality stories. Donate at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination. Any resemblance to real world people is merely coincidence. A part of me wanted to take the young jock home that very day. However, I knew time would be my friend. By Monday the final results are expected to be handed in, the coach has already had a sweep around the teacher's lounge to gauge the potential squad. Knowing him he'll be drilling into their heads the importance of the game, probably talking about scouts and potential last-minute scholarships. Extremely unlikely, but it'll get the lads playing. More important for my plans, it'll get them enthused to make the cut. Friday was agonising, every class seemed to have extended its length by ten-fold, the students seeming more dimwitted and dull than usual. I had no interest in these ignoramuses. There was only one teen I wanted in front of me. I saw him down the hall before lunch. He made extra special care not to make eye contact or even be on the same side of the corridor as me. That's when I knew for sure he'd be knocking on my door. He knew it as well. The uncertainty of what he'll be doing made him nervous. The paranoia of his buddies knowing his plans made him shy. I ate my lunch in a jovial mood. Now, sitting in my club chair, I watch the minute hand tick to 3 O'clock. Jacob had arrived outside at 2. 56, but he's been nervously pacing around the street. There have been no explicit inclinations as to the true nature of our meeting, but the actions of our last encounter have obviously left him in no doubt to the activities on my mind for this afternoon. For all he knows I'm merely going to get him to re-write his essay. Finally, he makes his way to my door; the knock light, without rhythm. "It's open," I call out, as friendly and naturally as I can. While excited, the nagging voice in the back of my head has not ceased since Thursday. What if he tells? What if he beats seven bells out of me? What if he's carrying? I bury those thoughts as Jacob tentatively looks around the corner at me. If this is to go as planned I have to act calm and authoritative. He has to believe he is getting more from this than I am; that I hold his future in my hands and unless he dances to my seductive tunes I will destroy what he could become. Shuffling himself into the room I simply indicate for him to take a seat on the sofa in front of me. A basic cream colour, covered with a navy blue throw. Never one for anything extravagant, the room is all muted colours. I let him sit in silence - only the rectangular coffee table between us - while I look him over. For once all of his youthful beauty is open to me, my eyes not needing to dart away, not having to worry about time. He's all mine to gaze and wonder at all I like. His discomfort at the situation is clear by his clothing choice; usually dressed in shorts and t-shirt, he's oddly chosen to go with a long sleeved football jersey and sweatpants. Through the mesh, one can also make out he's wearing another shirt underneath. I admit I'm finding his subdued demeanour delightful. He's spent his time in my class, brash, loud and impudent, but now he looks like a sweet, polite young man. His hands folded in his lap, legs together and his eyes downcast. Almost Victorian. "Would you like something to drink, Jacob?" My voice even, polite, brings his head up. "Uh, no thanks, sir." He's even developed manners. "So, how has practice been?" It doesn't make much sense to go back to silence, but I want to draw this out just a little longer. "Uh, good thanks, sir." "Going to make the team?" "Uh, well, that sort o' depends on you, sir." "No, no Jacob; it all depends on you and how badly you want it." He's taken my bait so beautifully. While his head is now up, his eyes are having trouble focusing on any one thing. "If you truly want it, Jacob, it'll be all yours. You'll leave here with a passing grade, the ticket to your dreams. Would you like that Jacob?" Lay it on think, Martin. "Yes sir, it's just ... What happened, what happened in history. I would like to do it again." Well, this is unexpected. "Oh?" Did I finally make an impression on him? Did he enjoy my oral skills so much he's decided I could become the only one to savour its delights? "Yeah sir, no one's ever taken it so deep as you. I think with even more practise you'd have me shooting in no time, maybe even multiple loads." Jacob looks into my unblinking eyes. I catch myself on the edge of my seat, mouth wider than my eyes, my knees ready to take my weight to worship this young man's might. But the spread of his smile across his face brings my mind back to me. This stud is experienced at manipulating girls into sex. He probably knows all the tricks, knows what to say and when to say it. They probably like the cocky attitude as well. Thankfully, I'm a bit savvier than the usual floozies he associates with. The sudden change from a shy, nervous boy to cocky, confident young adult is jarring. I sit back in my chair. He almost had me. There is no mistaking I would love nothing more than to taste him again, and maybe he'll let me do so, but now was not the time. The smile slowly fades from his face as he notices the resolve return to mine. "As lovely as that would be Jacob, that is not why I've asked you here." He visibly withdraws back into himself. He obviously thought that would work, that he'd wrestle control of the situation and in my lust drenched mind be able to get what he wants and leave. "No, this time you'll be doing something for me." The cocky smirk across my face, identical to his own not 5 minutes ago. "I-I-I ... I can't ... give you..." His head gestures towards my crotch. "Oh my dear boy, I'm not going to force you to perform any sexual act on me. No, that wouldn't be right." I can't deny that I've been dreaming about him drinking my own seed, however, the coercive nature of it would drive me insane with guilt. No, if someone's going to touch me it is going to be because they want to, not because they are forced. "... I don't understand." The blank, confused stare on his face reinforces his words. "No, Jacob, I want you to put on a show for me. Underneath the table is a special toy. All you have to do is play with it, give me a good look at you in action, show how much you enjoy it, get changed and leave." Jacob bends down and pulls the presents out from under the coffee table. Now, plopped on the varnished wood surface is a bottle of lube and a six-inch dildo. Newly out of the package, bought specially for this occasion. Jacob freezes as he gazes upon the toy. His task finally dawning on him and I doubt he's best pleased. "Here, have a drink first Jacob, then we'll begin." I hand him a glass of water that I had on the small table beside my chair. Despite his earlier assurance that he wasn't thirsty, Jacob takes the glass from me and slowly drinks. Probably took the drink to give him time. Time to figure out an excuse or a way out of this. I won't give him the opportunity. "Well, you can't get this done with clothes on, I suggest you take your kit off Jacob." Even before he finishes the water I start my commands. If he isn't given time for independent thought he'll hopefully be more pliable. Putting the drink down next to the lube bottle he starts taking off his jersey, tentatively at first, still thinking, still trying to stall. "I have all day Mr Lang, but I suggest the sooner you get it over and done with the quicker you'll be gone." This bit of advice seems to reach him. Suddenly the jersey was off, his t-shirt following quickly. He stands to toe off his trainers, the sweat pants unceremoniously removed and put with the rest of his clothes next to the sofa. He sits back down, now only in a pair of black briefs and white socks. The tight briefs hugging his enormous, yet flaccid tool. "Socks and pants as well Jacob." Are his nerves getting to him? "Uh, sir. Well ... it's just that, putting ... stuff up my, my, uh, in me sir." The usual confident, brash teen is being reduced to stuttering and politeness. Should have done this sooner. "It's okay Jacob, you can go slow as you like. In fact, I recommend starting by fingering yourself." Sound advice to anyone new to the anal experience. "No, well, yeah, I guess. No sir, it's just ..." The boys' cheeks are flushed in embarrassment. If it isn't the fear of anal play; what could be worrying him? "Come now Jacob, no need to be embarrassed. Just tell me what's troubling you." "Should I ... be clean?" Oh, I haven't thought about that. My only dealings in gay sex are with other gay men. Usually, when meeting another for the sole purpose of sex the small details have already been dealt with. Thankfully, being versatile I have the appropriate materials to prepare someone for anal play. "Oh, of course, Jacob. Go up the stairs, first door on your right. Small chest of draws, in the bottom draw. All you'll need is in there." While dim I'm pretty sure a boy of 18 can figure out the ins and outs of douching. "Okay sir, be right back." "Wait, Jacob." He stops mid rise. "Remove your socks and pants first." Bending over he removes the socks, and boxers in quick fashion and trots off towards the stairs. A slight treasure trail leading to his hands, covering his ample cock. The first view of his bum doesn't disappoint. In school, his choice of clothing has always been a bit loose, especially on the backside and crotch areas, so I've never really had a great impression of his rear. But now I get to see it all. His buns are tight, slightly muscular, dimpled and a bit long. Matches him perfectly. Removing the glass from the table, I take notice of my slight bulge. I've been painfully hard since his face first appeared around at me. I made sure to wear my tightest jock and my loosest slacks. If he knew the effect he was having on me he might, correctly, guess his power. Knowing this he probably wouldn't be in my upstairs bathroom, cleaning out his hole. Seventeen minutes go by before he reappears. This time I get an unobstructed view of his front. His stomach has a clear dividing line, however, his actual abs are less prominent. When he moves you can make them out, but standing still they're slightly hidden. His small, yet well defend, pecs house the smallest of nipples. So adorable. This is in great contrast to his soft penis. Hard it's a monster and soft it's no slouch. Hanging from a moderate bush about six inches over his balls, that even while flaccid draw up close to his body. Strong, muscular legs and long, elegant feet complete the teenage picture. Standing before me, naked, it's time to start this show. "You ready Jacob?" "Yes, sir." Now naked and clean there seems to be a degree of confidence returning to him. Has he come up with a plan? "Okay, remember what I said before? Get the lube, kneel on the couch, ass out facing me and start to play with your hole." With a confident stride, he walks to the couch and picks up the bottle. He looks into my eyes as he opens it and squeezes out a drop onto the middle finger of his right hand. Turning slowly, he kneels up onto the couch, his muscular, slim rear pointing straight at me, the cheeks naturally part, showing me his hairless, puckered hole. This is it. My cock strains against my tight jockeys, desperate to be played with, desperate to slide into that hot, pink, tight ring. Maybe one day it'll get the chance, for now, however, I have to stay patient, stay stoic. There will be time enough to relieve myself later. I notice a slight hesitancy as he brings his right hand back towards his buns. I'm unable to see his face as it now lays on the back cushion of my sofa, facing away from me. His palm resting on the small of his back, his finger slowly drags from the bottom of his crack, all the way to the top, only stopping, for a moment on his sweet hole. He repeats it in reverse; top to bottom, this time stopping to slowly circle his ring. Straightening up, he turns his body to look back at me. No words, just a smug smirk and a glint in his eyes. He reaches back to the table to retrieve the lube. Turning back around I hear the top of the bottle being popped open. Then his right hand comes back around; this time reaching underneath himself, going straight for his love button. Starting in the manner he finished, Jacob makes slow circles over his twitching hole, spreading the lube over it, teasing himself. Teasing me more. Delaying the final move, the final action that'll have him tumble down the rabbit hole of self anal love. His hole lubed, he makes his first tentative moves to sliding past his ring. Slightly bending his middle finger, the tip effortlessly penetrates. The sensation is obviously not unpleasant as he wiggles the tip a bit, feeling the looseness of his hole. The rest of his body is stock still, the only movement coming from within himself, his finger slowly moving inside. Millimetre by millimetre it creeps further. Eventually, he can go no further, his full finger now inside his sweet hot hole. "How does it feel, Jacob?" The view from behind is amazing; sweet, tight buns in the air, finger deep inside, however, with his face planted in the couch cushions I can't see how he's reacting to the new sensations. "Um, kind of ... weird I guess." He slightly moves his head off the cushions so I can hear him. "Try feeling around inside." I'm once again on the edge of my seat, leaning as close as I can to get the best view possible. I can make out the slight twitching of his hand, indicating he's having a feel around inside himself. "Uh." Jacob lets out a sudden gasp. "Everything all right?" The gasp was more in surprise than pain, but I best be the courteous host and make sure my guest isn't injured. Especially with what I have him doing. "Yeah, it's just, felt something ... felt good." His voice has a sexual lilt to it. "That's called your prostate. It's the male G-spot." It's possible I'll teach him more in one afternoon than I have in the last two years of history. "Fuck, it feels really good." His finger starts to move in and out, causing a slow fucking motion. "Tell me how it feels, Jacob." The view of his cheeks fully parted, smooth hole puckered around his finger is perfection. To hear him describing his feelings will take this experience into orbit. "It's like hitting a button that causes my dick to twitch." The pace of his finger has increased, building to a good rhythm. "Has it made your cock hard?" His hand is obscuring my view of his magnificent phallic. "No, well, it's kind of half hard. Already dripping pre-jizz though." His words come out between gasps, his efforts on his hole causing him much pleasure. "Turn around and show me, Jacob" I desperately need to have a look at his monster dripping. Reluctantly, Jacob removes his finger from his hole and straightens his back. Turning around he flops back down on the couch, now seated on his sweet rear. His cock is no longer drooped over his testicles, though also not standing up straight and proud. No, as Jacob has said he's semi-hard; the head glistening, wet with pre-cum. His cock twitches, letting a small drop form at his slit. His face is fully flushed, even his neck and chest has splotches of red. He's not looking at me, just staring at his cock, slowly panting as he suddenly moves both his feet up to rest on the couch cushions, knee's bent revealing his hole. I hold in a gasp of surprise as Jacob reaches his middle finger back to his waiting hole, not requiring any more lube as he simply slides straight in, letting go his own moan of pleasure. In this position, it seems easier for him as his finger is now moving at a fair pace. Only stopping to add his index finger alongside his middle. His mouth open, rhythmically panting as he watches his cock harden to full size, pre-cum flowing over his head and down his twitching shaft. The movement of his left hand moving towards his cock brings me out of my trance. "Stop!" My sudden command seemingly brings him out of his own trance, his fingers frozen, left hand only just touching his cock. His eyes have snapped up to meet my own, mouth still open, confusion and desire filling his emerald greens. "You can only touch what I instruct you to touch. Failure to heed this command will result in you leaving here empty-handed." My command over this sexy stud has my cock jumping in my jock, releasing my own pre-cum, soaking the pouch. "Now, both hands on your head, feet on the ground." Slowly but surely, Jacob removes his two fingers from his hole, the ring taking a moment to close. I see the muscle twitch before Jacob lowers his legs back to the floor, hiding his treasure between the couch and his sizeable scrotum. Hands behind his head, his cock is left twitching in the air, reaching past his navel. "I think it's time to move onto the next stage." I motion to the dildo on the table. Like most dildo's these days it's a pale flesh colour with a suction cup on the bottom. The dildo sits in the middle of the table, stuck to the surface where Jacob had left it. When he had first looked upon the six inches - reminiscent of my own size – he was frozen in fear. Now, all I see is lust in his eyes. Without further instruction Jacob gets up from the couch, turns around and squats over the table, lining the dildo up with his hole. Once the silicon rubber touches his ring I notice it pucker to meet the head, letting the tip into his hole. "Do you not think it would be a good idea to lube the dildo first, Jacob?" Whether desperate to please, or just trying to get it over with, he seems to be in a rush. "You haven't said I can take my hands off my head yet, sir." As a student it's natural for Jacob to refer to me as sir, however, it now seems to have taken on a more sexual tone. "Well, there are ways you can lube it up without your hands," I smirk at the back of the lanky teens head. Not missing a beat, Jacob stands back up, turns around, his eyes meeting mine for a split second before moving down to look at the dildo. Moving to his knees he hesitates for a second before opening his mouth and engulfing the dildo. He's only able to take about four inches, but the sight is enough to cause shock-waves straight to my own drenched cock. Jacob bobs on the fake cock three times, the shaft noticeably wet with his saliva. After the third he pulls back to the tip of the head, depositing a large wad of spit on top before standing back up. The dildo now sufficiently lubed, Jacob turns back around and squats over the pale, now slick, dildo once more. This time his puckered hole easily clears the tip of the dildo, the whole head sliding inside before his ring clamps down over the shaft. "Oh fuck! It hit that spot!" Jacob pauses as he moans out. Taking a few deep breaths he continues down the dildo. I watch as his open hole easily takes the full six inches - the dildo all but hidden inside him. With an almost animalistic grunt, Jacob travels back up the dildo, quicker and easier than his decent. Rising to the lip of the dildo's head, Jacob then sits back down, momentarily burying the silicon flesh inside himself, before ascending once more. His hands firmly grasping at the short hair behind his head. "Fuck, this feels so good! Why does this feel so good?" Speeding up, Jacob can't help but let out his horny moans and true feelings about his new experience. "It feels like it's milking my cock from the inside." I stay quiet, not wanting to disturb the scene, not wanting to break the spell of his anal pleasure. "It's like I'm on the edge of shooting, but just can't push myself over." He starts to really force himself on the dildo as if he's trying to push out his load. Jacobs self-fucking is starting to shake my poor coffee table, I momentarily fear for its stability, but quickly forget about it. This is more than worth the price of a new table! "You can't cum until I tell you to." As much as I desire to see Jacob have a hands free orgasm from pummelling his prostate; I need this to continue as long as it possibly can. Plus, with his back to me, I'd miss all the fun. "Yes, sir." Panting from both exertion and pleasure, Jacob starts to slow his fucking on the dildo, making sure he doesn't cum too quickly. While Jacob is no doubt athletic, it's obvious his position is taking a toll on his legs. Knee's bent, crouched over the table and dildo must be making his thighs burn. Now at a slower speed, the pleasure doesn't seem to be as intense. His moans have softened and his body is visually starting to shake from the workout. "Time for a different position I think Jacob." Stopping with the dildo fulling penetrated, he lets out an audible sigh of relief. Resting for just a moment, Jacob gives one more push off with his legs, his ring finally clearing the flared head of the dildo. At first, Jacob releases a gasp of surprise, quickly followed by a slight whine. I assume the feeling of emptiness has hit him pretty fast. Turning to face me, my eyes instantly fall on his massive member. His stamina was obviously running out, his cock is slightly softening, however, the head and part of his shaft are covered in a glimmering sheen of his pre-cum. His lower abdomen and thighs also have specks of the clear liquid. It's obvious that he was giving his prostate a thorough milking. Standing still, arms on his head, his magnificent body on full display to me, he awaits my command. I can't describe to you how hard I am. How much I just want to tell him to get on his knees and service me. In Jacob's current state I'm sure he'd do it as well, however, - even as horny as I am - it still feels wrong. "Okay, Jacob. You can take your right hand off your head. Take the dildo, sit back down on the sofa and this time fuck yourself by hand." His cock gives a jump as he reaches down to pick the dildo off the table. Taking a couple of steps backwards he flops onto the sofa, instantly moving his legs up so his feet are beside his ears. With the work he's done with the dildo, his hole is already slightly agape. Not a lot, but the muscles obviously aren't touching, only twitching. With his right elbow in the crux of his right knee, hand holding onto the balls of the dildo he lines it up with his hole. Desperate to fill the emptiness, Jacob quickly shoves the dildo fully into his depths. His cock gives a massive twitch as the dildo passes over his prostate, eliciting a moan and another drop of pre-cum. Jacob draws out the dildo to the head once more, his toes curling, mouth open, letting out a silent moan. Stabbing it back inside he breaks the silence, a long groan of pleasure is released as the dildo once again punches his special spot. Groans continue to escape Jacob's throat, his face paralysed in an image of pleasure as he continues to assault his hole with the dildo. His pace is good but he's unable to get the force he was getting while bouncing on it. After a short time, even the pace slowed, the position obviously cumbersome to him getting the motion he desperately requires. He looks to me, pleading, whimpering, His efforts on his hole slowing down even further as they come to a complete stop, the dildo halfway out. Jacob just stays still for a moment. No movement at all, his eyes fixed on mine. The cogs in his head whirling for a solution. Then the pleading in his eyes takes a sudden turn to a steely determination. Removing the dildo, he throws it to the ground. Is this it? Has the spell been broken? Is he going to hit me? Almost jumping up from the sofa, Jacob turns around the moment his feet hit the carpet, hands resting on the seat cushions, knee's slightly bent, ass in the air, his open hole facing me, winking at me. "Sir, please, fuck me!" Do my ears deceive me? The earnest pleading was loud. Loud enough to make no mistake of the request. Coupled with his position it's obvious what the young man desperately needs. Acting before I let my brain find a reason to stop me, I bend over and practically throw the coffee table out of my way, clearing my path to my goal. Standing behind Jacob, I quickly unbutton my beige slacks, shoving them and my jock down to my knee's, my cock left bobbing in the air, spraying pre-cum over my sweater and Jacobs back. Taking my cock in my right hand, my left holds onto his slim hip, forcing his ass lower to align with the head of my throbbing, dripping cock. Wasting no time I shove my cock into his welcoming hole, the dildo loosening him up enough that I'm able to slide straight in. The silky heat of his hole grabs hold of my cock, sending pleasure waves throughout my body. Jacob lets out a moan of pleasure and satisfaction; finally getting what his hungry hole needs. Taking hold of both hips in my hands I start to pound his hole in earnest. With the show I've been getting I know I'm not going to last long. Doesn't matter how slow I'd go, I'm not going to be able to hold this load in. Better give him a short, yet intense fuck than a short, slow one. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, sir, fuck me! Yes! Oh, God!" Jacob's voice has gone up an octave or two, sounding more like a pornstar in heat than a manly sports star. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuooooh God, you feel so good! You're fucking me so good, sir!" Jackhammering his hole for all I'm worth, his delectable moans are bringing me dangerously close to the edge. "Fuck me! Take my boy pussy cherry!" That does it! Giving him three more hard thrusts I feel the wave of ecstasy crashing into me. Coming from my balls, my whole body alive with my orgasm. "I'm cumming! Jacob, you're making me cum!" "Yes, sir! Cum inside me! Don't take it out!" With breathless gasps, I bury my cock as far into Jacob's hole as I possibly can and fire my load. Eye's fixed to the back of my young studs head, my mind empty as my world is focused on the warm, silk passage milking out my seed. My orgasm subsiding I let out a massive moan; the combination of 2 years of infatuation leaving my body in one moment of heaven. If not for my death grip on Jacob's waste I would be a mere puddle on the floor. Balls now emptied into Jacob's bowls, I'm left with a dilemma; What happens now? I've not planned for this. Dreamed; yes. But not planned. "Sir, I need to cum! Can I cum, sir?" The pleading voice gives my brain the kick start it needs. I must see his load! Quickly stepping out of my pants and underwear that had pooled around my ankles, I shuffle back towards my chair, pulling Jacob with me. Now no longer supported by the sofa, Jacob straightens up as he shuffles back with me. Reaching the chair I take a seat, keeping Jacob on my softening dick, pulling him down with me, sitting him on my lap. Moving him to my left, I put his right arm behind my head, giving me the perfect view of his raging hard, dripping cock. His foreskin pulled fully back, the head a deep angry purple as an almost continuous stream of pre-cum bubbles out from his slit. The smell of his cheap Axe body spray mixed with sweat and sex is intoxicating. "Cum for me, Jacob." I wrap my right fist around his shaft, feeling the power and might of a truly amazing specimen of man meat. "Oh, yes, sir, jerk me off make me cum!" His head lulls back on the back of my chair as I start to quickly masturbate his cock. Using his copious amount of precum and foreskin to massage his full length. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm almost there! Almost there! Oh God, please, sir!" Jacobs whole body is now twitching as he pleads for his orgasm "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Yes. sir!" Jacob's head springs from it's resting position against the chair back, starring straight at his enraged member. As I continue my furious masturbation, the first of many powerful shots erupt from Jacob's cock. The first flying at high velocity straight into Jacob's face. The second, third and fourth followed in quick succession as if volleyed from a machine gun. I can't say which hit where, but his chin, neck and chest are now covered in his white seed. He doesn't just simply shoot; with every shot there's a backsplash that accompanies them, falling over my still moving hand and across Jacob's own thighs and stomach. The strange gurgling sound Jacob's been making since he started his orgasm stops, only to be replaced by deep gasps of air. His fifth and sixth shots land across his twitching stomaching, his abs being revealed on every sharp intake of breath. While less powerful, they were definitely not less copious in amount. The rest of his cum flows out of his cock as I stop my hand dead, just below his cock head. Now absolutely covered in cum - inside and out - Jacob's head lulls back against the chair once more, giving me the perfect view of his heaving, white drenched chest and slowly relaxing stomach muscles. I can feel his cock softening in my hand as I become painfully aware of how hard my cock has once again become. A devilish voice within my head is saying to start fucking him again, however, I don't think he'd respond well to a second round. Listening to the more angelic voice; I remove my cum covered hand, moving both my hands to his waist as I slightly lift him up and off of my lap. My cock leaves Jacob's hole with an audible pop and a needy whine from Jacob's mouth. Getting enough space I move from beneath the young man, settling him back on the chair. His glazed eyes suggesting his legs would take a moment to return to full effectiveness to hold his body up. Moving to the kitchen I lick Jacob's cum from my hand. Colder than from the source but still delicious. Picking up a clean tea towel, I wipe my own load from my solid cock, it obviously needs to be sorted out once more despite the earth-shattering orgasm I just experienced. Picking up another clean towel I go back into the living room, Jacob, now sat up in the chair, his left leg nervously twitching. I silently hand him the towel and go to where I'd discarded my clothes during the moment of sexual lust. Turning back to Jacob he's done what he can. His face no longer has any cum but all he's done is succeeded in spreading the rest of it around his long torso. Obviously deciding it's useless, Jacob gets up from the chair and goes over to his own clothes, making sure not to brush me as he passes. I sit down on the chair - avoiding the cum stain that's dripped from Jacobs hole while seated - and watch as he dresses. Slowly hiding the glory I experienced this day. Once fully dressed he simply heads towards the living room exit, stopping just short of the door frame. "Uh, sir? This stays between us, right?" He slightly turns back around towards me. "Of course. It'll be our secret, Jacob." Our eyes meet for a second as I flash him a smile. "Thanks, sir." With that, he disappears from the room. With the slamming of the door, I rise from my seat, going to the dining room and returning with a chair. Time to check the camera's I set up before Jacobs arrival!