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.
