Jacob's Punishment -- Enrique's POV

Jacob's Punishment--Enrique's POV

I started working for uncle Jacob about three months ago. Well, he's not an uncle by blood relation, but my step-uncle. My mom married Jacob's brother Eduardo when I was fifteen years old. It was a second marriage for both my mom and Eduardo, my stepdad. I had just graduated from engineering school and was kicking about trying to figure out what's next. I needed a break before I delved into searching for an engineering job. Besides, my mom needed me close by as she was going through some health challenges. My ultimate goal was to start my own construction business but I needed some experience.

Eduardo suggested I start working for Jacob. I thought, okay, not a bad choice, work for a year or two, learn the ropes of the construction business. The hours and the pay were good, and Jacob was a nice guy. We had met only a couple of times since my mom married Eduardo, but I thought he was generally a nice guy.

I had always gotten a vibe from Jacob, when we were working together. A few times I thought I caught him checking me out maybe. I never said anything because I wasn't sure. I like girls and I've had sex with plenty of women. But Jacob IS a handsome dude. I've been to the gym with him a couple of times and I've been impressed with how hard he works out. He's well-muscled with strong shoulders and biceps, and his pecs are well-developed. His hours on the elliptical machines have paid off, 'cause his butt is firm and pert, and he has amazing calves. For a 55-year old man, he's in fantastic shape.

I'm pretty well built, especially my quads and calves, from years of playing soccer, since elementary school and all the way through college. Soccer didn't do much for the upper body, so I go to the gym to build up some bulk in my shoulders, arms, and chest. Since I wasn't playing soccer any longer, I also started running 5-10 miles a week. The running and watching my diet keep my abs in good washboard shape.

The last time I went to the gym with Jacob, he coaxed me into joining him in the steam room. That's not normally my thing. I just find it a little uncomfortable and a bit to hot for my taste. On this occasion I relented and went into the steam room. We both entered the steam room wrapped in towels. After a minute or so, uncle Jacob unwrapped his towel, leaned back, spread his legs open, and just let it all hang out. I tried not to look, but some part of me wanted to check out his package.

Though it was difficult to see clearly because of the steam, I could see enough to tell that Jacob was packing. Even limp, his uncut cock was impressive, just beginning to chub up a bit, yet still laying over his huge nuts. I was surprised to see that Jacob had shaved his pubes but had left his treasure trail that spread out over his stomach and fanned out over his pecs. Okay, I thought, good for you, uncle Jacob!

I followed uncle Jacob's lead and unwrapped my towel too. After a minute or two, for no good reason, maybe because I was beginning to relax, my cock started to stiffen. Suddenly, uncle Jacob leaned in toward me, gazed at my cock, then shocked me, saying:

"Hot damn, Enrique! Nice cock!" then he leaned back and closed his eyes, smiling.

Uncle Jacob's boldness surprised me. I wasn't used to anyone eyeing me and certainly wasn't accustomed to anyone commenting on my equipment, at least not anyone I wasn't sleeping with. It did feel nice, though, to get a compliment like that from another man. I felt a little pride, if I'm being honest. The comment from uncle Jacob made my cock stiffen to its full size. I quickly draped my towel back over my lap, though it didn't do much in the way of hiding my hardon.

A couple of days after the steam room, I met uncle Jacob at his house to ride to the job site with him. That was our usual routine. I was still a bit sore from my last workout, but I was horny as hell. I don't know why, but ever since uncle Jacob expressed his admiration of my cock, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was feeling a bit embarrassed and a bit naughty. I mean, he's my uncle. Not an uncle by blood, but anyway, he's a part of the family. I couldn't keep images of uncle Jacob's muscled ass, bouncing and swinging on the ellipticals, out of my mind. We loaded up the truck, grabbed our thermos, and headed out.

"First, we're heading over to a friend of mine. He's got some small projects I'm gonna help with," Jacob began. "After we finish up there, we'll head over to join the rest of the crew."

"Cool with me," I replied. "Who is he?"

"His name's Anthony, Anthony Ferguson, or Dr. Ferguson. He's a professor here at the community college. I know him from the gym," Jacob explained.

We drove out to Ferguson's place, a condo in one of the newer neighborhoods in town. Ferguson met us at the door. Uncle Jacob introduced me and though he seemed a bit surprised, maybe 'cause he wasn't expecting anyone but Jacob... I don't know, but he shook my hand. He seemed to be a friendly guy, good-looking, in good shape. Though it was early, Ferguson was already dressed for work. He was in tight-fitting khakis, a nice blue dress shirt and tie, highly polished black dress shoes. He looked sharp. I couldn't help but notice too, that his bulge was pretty prominent and the print of his cock was clearly visible.

"Nice to meet you, Enrique. Now, let's get started. Let me show you what needs to be done," Ferguson explained.

He showed us a couple of small projects downstairs, then led us to the upstairs bathroom. "You can see, some of the tiles in the shower are not aligned well and need to be replaced. Also, a couple of tiles around the door are broken and need to be replaced, and I need you to hang the shower door," Ferguson added.

"Yeah, we can take care of that," Jacob replied.

"Is that right? When?" Ferguson asked.

"I can get my crew out here Monday or Tuesday next week. We can knock all this out in a day or two," Jacob answered.

"You sure about that?" Ferguson asked with a note of sarcasm. He seemed to be getting a bit angry. "We've been talking about these projects since we met, for almost three years. And I've been waiting patiently. Why haven't you put me on your schedule before?"

"I'm sorry," uncle Jacob offered, "I just didn't get around to it."

"Is that right?" Ferguson countered. "Well, I think I need to help you set your priorities, help you learn to think more clearly!"

With that, Ferguson took Jacob by the wrist and pulled him around into the adjoining bedroom. There was no furniture in the room except for one dining chair. Odd. What's Ferguson up to, I wondered.

"Lean over the back of the chair," Ferguson ordered Jacob.

"What?" uncle Jacob replied, surprised and confused.

"You heard me," Ferguson barked. "It's time you got your punishment for making me wait. I'm tired of waiting. Now lean over the chair! Rest your hands on the seat."

Ferguson sort of pushed uncle Jacob toward the chair. Uncle Jacbo leaned over the back of the dining chair as ordered. Then popped back up, turning back toward Ferguson.

"But... Enrique," uncle Jacob protested.

I didn't really understand what was happening and didn't know what uncle Jacob meant by mentioning me. Ferguson made it clear what was about to happen.

"Enrique can watch and learn what happens when a contractor doesn't follow through with his obligations," Ferguson continued, pushing uncle Jacob back over the chair. Then Ferguson smacked uncle Jacob on the butt. Hard. This shocked the hell outta me. WTF was going on, I wondered.

"I've been waiting for three years to get these jobs done. You think because I fuck you, you can get by with blowing off my jobs?" Ferguson continued.

"What the actual FUCK?!?!" I thought. Did Ferguson just say, "you think because I FUCK you?" So uncle Jacob and this guy Ferguson have a thing? My head was spinning.

Ferguson continued spanking uncle Jacob, alternating between his right and left cheeks. He smacked his ass in rapid succession. With each slap uncle Jacob yelped and lurched forward, causing the chair to scoot a little across the floor.

I had to admit the scene was hot. I started to feel my cock thicken and lengthen in my pants. I also found it a little amusing. I knew how uncle Jacob worked. He was a big procrastinator. He also got off a bit ordering the guys on the crew around like he was some kind of tough stud. Now here he was getting his ass spanked. Actually SPANKED! By another man. This was wild!

Then Ferguson stepped up the action. He reached around uncle Jacob, undid the button of his waistband, lowered his zipper, then yanked his jeans down to his ankles, but leaving his tighty whities in place. Ferguson then opened the closet, reached in and brought out a wooden paddle.

"Dang!" I thought. "This is getting serious!"

Ferguson said something like, "Maybe a few swats with the paddle will help you concentrate on your work."

"I'm sorry," uncle Jacob whined. "I'll do better! I promise! Let me show you!"

"Your promises don't mean much!" Ferguson barked back. "You're getting ten swats. Count each one out and say 'thank you, daddy', you hear?"

Ferguson hauled back and slammed the paddle hard across uncle Jacob's butt! Uncle Jacob did as he was told and cried out "One, thank you, daddy!"

This continued for nine more swats. It seemed that Ferguson laid on the paddle harder each time. By the tenth smack, I could hear uncle Jacob sobbing.

"All right, let's see how you're doing," Ferguson said. Then what he did next really surprised me. He pressed his thumbs into uncle Jacob's crack, stretching the material of his underwear, then R-R-I-I-P-P! and Ferguson pulled the two sides apart, baring uncle Jacob's ass, leaving his underwear hanging by the elastic waistband.

By this time, I had to release my cock from its confinement. Watching Ferguson slam that paddle against uncle Jacob's muscle butt got me real horny. With uncle Jacob's pants around his ankles and his ass, now glowing pretty red, fully exposed, I didn't think anyone would be bothered if I stroked one out.

Ferguson stepped back to view uncle Jacob's ass. I could see his cock had stiffened under his pants. He caressed uncle Jacob's ass, rubbing his hands over both cheeks, pinching them lightly.

"How does that feel, boy?" Ferguson asked uncle Jacob.

"It... feels..." uncle Jacob sobbed, "it feels good, daddy... spank me some more..." uncle Jacob uttered moaning and sobbing.

Then Ferguson reached under uncle Jacob, grabbed his now stiffening cock and stretched it back between his thighs. Ferguson tugged on uncle Jacob's foreskin, then pulled it back exposing the deep brownish-red head. Then he grabbed uncle Jacob's nuts, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around them at the base of his cock. He pulled uncle Jacob's nut sack up and down causing his stiffened cock to swing back and forth. A stream of precum dripped from uncle Jacob's dick as it swung between his thighs. Wow! This was the first good look I had of uncle Jacob's nuts. They were huge and also shaved.

Ferguson turned to me and asked, "You enjoying this son? Come closer and have a look. What do you think?" Ferguson asked me while continuing to stroke uncle Jacob's cock.

I inched my way toward them, gazing at uncle Jabob's ass. "It's all good. I knew he would get it one day."

"That's right," Ferguson replied. "But we're not done yet."

Ferguson unhooked his belt buckle and pulled his belt from his dress pants. The woosh of the leather belt slipping through the belt loops increased the excitement in the air.

"Now it's time for the belt," Ferguson barked. "You ready for it, son?"

"Yes, daddy," Jacob mumbled.

"What's that son?" Ferguson snipped. "Speak up, so I can hear you!"

"Yes, daddy," uncle Jacob said louder. "I want the belt. Spank my lazy ass with the belt," uncle Jacob begged.

Ferguson began to swat uncle Jacob's ass with the belt in quick succession. He wasn't giving uncle Jacob any breaks or time to recover from the lashes. The loud SMACK of the belt across uncle Jacob's butt was turning me on. I counted the swats silently to myself while vigorously stroking my cock. Somewhere around smack fifteen or sixteen, uncle Jacob started to cry out, squirming, shifting his weight, causing his ass to bob around. He was also crying.

"Stay still!" Ferguson snapped.

"It hurts, daddy," Jacob cried.

"It's supposed to hurt. How else will you learn your lesson? This is what happens when you don't do what you promise. I want these jobs done! And I want them done next week!" Ferguson lectured sternly.

"Yes, daddy," uncle Jacob sobbed. "Next week, oh-oh-oh-oh..."

I could see the welts from the belt rising up in stripes on uncle Jacob's ass. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. Ferguson looked at me and gave me a wink, nodding as if giving me his approval to keep stroking.

"You want Enrique to fuck you?" Ferguson asked uncle Jacob.

"WTF!!" I thought. "Where is this leading? Ferguson is asking uncle Jacob if he wants me to fuck him?"

"Enrique?" uncle Jacob asked, imploringly.

"Yes, Enique," Ferguson answered. "He's got his cock ready for you, a nice hard thick cock. Come on, you want it, I know you do."

"But, but...," uncle Jacob sputtered.

"But what?" Ferguson barked.

"Enri... Enri... que... is...," uncle Jacob sputtered. Uncle Jacob lifted his head up and looked back at me. My cock was standing at full attention, extremely hard. I saw uncle Jacob's eyes widen, then an expression of excitement tinged with resignation spread over his face. Uncle Jacob relaxed, leaned further over the chair and, I swear, he lifted his ass up to better accommodate my height then pushed it out further.

"Go ahead, Enrique," Ferguson coaxed. "He wants your cock. Give it to him! Pound his ass!"

I stepped forward toward uncle Jacob and took my position behind him. I quickly shoved my pants down past my knees. I spat on my cock and stroked my shaft, spreading my saliva from the tip of my dickhead down to my pubes. I was wondering, whether uncle Jacob could take me. Most vaginas have difficulty with my cock. My 8-inch shaft bulges for about the first three inches then tapers down to a thinner diameter closer to my nuts. I rubbed my cock up and down the length of uncle Jacob's crack. I could feel the warmth radiating from his spanked welted butt. It was like his ass had a fever. I nudged the tip of my dick into his hole, gradually adding pressure. Uncle Jacob let out a soft moan. I looked back at Ferguson, who had pulled out his own cock and was stroking gently. He had impressive equipment as well.

Uncle Jacob whelped and lurched forward, as I shoved harder, sliding my full 8 inches into his puckering dark pink hole. I began working my cock in and out of uncle Jacob's ass. I was reeling... thinking how I was fucking my own step-uncle. And he was letting me. I got into a nice rhythm, shoving my dick all the way into uncle Jacob's ass, then pulling out again. Uncle Jacob was pushing back onto my cock as I thrust forward. I picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. I could feel my nuts slapping against uncle Jacob's huge balls with each thrust. It felt awesome! Uncle Jacob's ass felt soft and velvety. I could feel him clamping down on my dick after each thrust.

I turned back to look at Ferguson, I don't know, maybe for affirmation that I was doing a good job. Ferguson gave me a nod and stepped closer to have a closer look at my cock slamming into uncle Jacob. Uncle Jacob was oozing massive amounts of precum. I could feel it spattering onto my thighs as I fucked him.

Uncle Jacob seemed to be relishing the sensation of my cock slamming into his hole. "Pound me, Enrique!" he cried. "Give me that meat! AAGGHH! Stretch... my... hole!"

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I don't think my cock had ever been so hard. And I don't think I had ever been so turned on. This was better than fucking any female pussy. Uncle Jacob's moaning and coaxing had really wound me up. We were both sweating and breathing heavily by this point. The bond between us, uncle and nephew, felt so strong, so masculine, so right.

I felt that I was beginning to get close. I knew this would be a big load. I hadn't had sex or jacked off in more than a week. I pulled out and reached over uncle Jacob, grabbing his shoulder and lifting him. Uncle Jacob swiftly stood, turned, then fell onto his knees, positioning his open mouth right below my crotch and extending his tongue. I could see in his eyes that he was lost in passion. It was the face of a true cum hound. Ferguson stepped up and joined us, pointing his cock toward Jacob's mouth too.

I stroked vigorously and soon splashed two thick ropes of cum over uncle Jacob's face, then shot three, then four more streams onto his tongue. Uncle Jacob lapped up my jizz, licking his lips. I guess this put Ferguson over the edge. He grabbed uncle Jacob's face and turned it toward his cock. Ferguson's cock erupted, shooting streams of cum over uncle Jacob's face.

At this point I lost complete control. Only then, looking at uncle Jacob's cum-spattered face, did I realize how handsome and hot he was! His close-cropped jet black hair, his fine features--a square jaw, fine nose, and dark maroon lips--were sexy as hell. I bent down and began to slurp Ferguson's cum from uncle Jacob's forehead and cheeks, mixing it with my own cum. I was completely in the moment, and brushing my tongue close to uncle Jacob's mouth, I kissed him, sucking on his luscious lips. And he kissed me back, shooting his tongue deep into my mouth.

I pushed uncle Jacob down onto the floor on his back. Lost in passion, I leaned over and took uncle Jacob's cock into my mouth. I surprised myself with this move, as I had never sucked another man's dick. But what I had just shared with uncle Jacob was special. I wanted his dick! I sucked vigorously while holding his ball sack in my right hand. I soon felt uncle Jacob's cock expand in my mouth and I knew what was coming. Or cumming, I should say. I didn't care. I wanted to taste his cum! He shot his wad into my mouth. I felt my mouth filling up with his cum. Instead of swallowing, I moved to a position with my mouth right over uncle Jacob's. I let his cum drip into his open mouth, then we kissed again, swirling our tongues and sharing his spunk.

I stood up then reached down, and clasping uncle Jacob's hand, I pulled him up off the floor. We looked at each other, as if both thinking "What just happened?" but I didn't regret it and I was pretty sure uncle Jacob felt the same. Ferguson handed us some towels and we cleaned ourselves up and pulled up our pants.

Ferguson walked with us back downstairs to the front door.

"My crew will be here Monday," uncle Jacob offered.

"Make sure they show up," Ferguson replied.

In the truck heading to the job site, me and uncle Jacob didn't say a word for the first 10 minutes or so. I finally spoke up.

"That was hot," I said softly, looking at uncle Jacob gauge his reaction.

Uncle Jacob looked over at me and smiled. "You think so?" he said.

"I had no idea you were such a hot fucker," uncle Jacob added.

"And I had no idea you liked cock!" I replied. "So, you and Ferguson are pretty close then, huh?"

All the way to the job site, uncle Jacob told me about how he met Ferguson and about how they met up for spank sessions. I was amazed. Uncle Jacob shared lots of details of his spankings followed by Ferguson fucking him. My dick got hard again just picturing the scenes he described. I stayed hard the rest of the day at the job site.

After lunch, I went up to uncle Jacob and asked if he'd share Ferguson's phone number with me. He did! I just sent Ferguson a message. I can't wait for his reply.