
Jake Returns
Part 4 

Over the next few days, I would see Shelly Mitchell’s car coming and leaving Jake’s 
house frequently. She never seemed to stay much more than an hour. It didn’t take a 
genius to figure out what was happening. She was hustling to service Jake’s needs. In a 
way, I was happy that I wasn’t the one trying to keep his cock happy. But the way Jake 
had handled me a few days before had awakened a lot of old feelings and part of me was 
jealous that I was not the one he called on to serve him.
I wouldn’t have to wait long for my opportunity. I was trimming the bushes near the front 
door one Saturday afternoon when I saw Shelly park her car in Jake’s driveway. She 
jumped out and ran around the side of the house and disappeared through the gate in the 
fence that surrounded the pool. She looked good. She was wearing tight skimpy shorts 
and a red tank top. Less than fifteen minutes later, I saw her come out the front door. She 
looked a bit disheveled. She climbed into her car and drove away. Five minutes later, I 
heard the phone ringing in the house. Allie had gone to the mall for the afternoon, so I ran 
inside and answered it. It was Jake. After we both said hello, he said “Shelly got a call 
from her babysitter and had to get home. One of her brats fell off the porch and hurt his 
ankle. I need you to come over and fill in.” I sheepishly muttered “Well. Ok.” Jake told 
me the front door was unlocked and he was upstairs. 

I walked over and entered the house. I climbed the stairs and found Jake in his bedroom 
sitting in a stuffed chair. He was wearing a white bathrobe. On the floor was a dog collar 
with a sturdy 6 foot leash attached. I sat on the edge of the king sized bed. Jake started 
right in saying “I’m getting sick of that bitch. As soon as I find a replacement, I’m going 
to dump her sorry ass. I just started fucking her when her cell phone starting ringing.” 
Jake paused and seemed to collect his thoughts. He looked over at me and said “You 
know. I had a lot of blow boys after you and I’ve had quite a few submissive women to 
serve me. I’ve learned a lot about how to make a dominant submissive relationship 
function to give everyone the maximum satisfaction.” 

He pointed to the dog collar and leash lying on the floor and said “Shelly has started 
wearing that collar when we play together. She likes the way it makes her feel. Now I 
want you to give it a try, Joe.” Jake got up out of his chair and picked up the collar he 
walked around behind me, placed it around my neck and buckled it. He then told me to 
take off my clothes. I removed my shoes, shirt and short pants and stood there naked. 
Jake took up the leash and led me back to the chair. As I was led like a dog by this much 
larger man, I felt like he totally owned me. When we got to the chair, Jake turned around 
and tugged down on the collar. I dropped to my knees. Jake’s robe was open and I was 
facing his big cock which was half hard. I had sucked him off less than a week ago, yet I 
was surprised by the size of it. Compared to his, my cock was like a toothpick. Jake 
looked down on me and said “Now doesn’t the collar help you know your place, Joe?” I 
mumbled back “yes”. In a way it was just stupid role playing, but I was really turned on 
by the feelings it invoked. My little cock gave me away. It had a mind of its own and it 
was rock hard. After Jake sat down, I started to lick his balls. Jake told me that it seemed 
like we were teenagers again, sneaking away up to his room so that I suck him off. 

I immediately became aware of the smell of Shelly’s pussy. I could see that his pubic hair 
was still damp and his shaft had the dried coating of the recent aborted encounter. Jake 
was also very aware of the mess and said “Shelly left quite a mess for you Joe. Didn’t 
she?  That’s Ok. I know you’ll do a good clean up job.” It was definitely a treat for me.  
Shelly was a beautiful woman. Even though Allie and I made fun of her active love life, I 
know that there was no way that I could ever measure up to her standards as a lover. 

It soon became apparent to me that Jake was in no hurry to get off. It was as if he had 
scheduled a certain amount of time to be with Shelly. Since I was filling in, he was going 
to spend that same amount of time with me. Every time he got close to cumming he 
would pull me off his cock and have me work on his balls for a while. Jake was in a 
relaxed position. He was slouched in the chair with his legs spread wide and his cock and 
balls hanging over the front of the seat cushion. Ever so often he would hook one or the 
other of his legs over one of my shoulders and rest his calf and foot on my back. About 
ten minutes into the blow job, Jake got talkative. He explained that he had discovered 
over the years that he was a bisexual that leaned towards being with females. In spite of 
this inclination to fuck women, he still needed to get it on with a male once in a while. 
This caused a lot of problems in his marriages. His wives could never really understand 
why he needed to have a blow boy “on the side”. He went on to tell me that since my 
“equipment” was so small, he was doing me a favor letting me help with his man sized 
cock. I was the best chance a guy like me would get to see a real cock in action. Then he 
apologized for the way he ass fucked me when we were teenagers. He admitted that he 
didn’t know what he was doing and he realized the experience was unrewarding and 
painful for me. He told me that he had learned, from his experiences with his boys that 
came after me, how to make ass fucking a positive experience for both participants. He 
told me that we would be working to rectify my previous bad experiences. Jake finally 
fed me his load and I went home nervous about what had happened and about the 
prospect of Jake stretching my ass to pleasure his cock.



Continued in Part 5

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