THE BEST GIFTS by Nigel Dean
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"I have told you, get yourself a PA and stop stressing." That was my accounts manager. If he was proposing spending money there could be some sense in what he was advising.
It had been a rotten day in a rubbish week. I always busted my arse for my staff, those who work with me - those who work for me, so why all this crap coming my way ?
"Get yourself a PA to look after the day-to-day matters."
In general my small team of staff members is very good but that day in that week it felt as if every one of them was against me. Why was nobody on my side ? Was I not the boss ?
"Fuck it !" I shouted across the office. "I am going out."
"But what about your two o'clock ? Will you be back by then ?"
"My two o'clock what ?"
"Your meeting with Richard Clark."
"Oh him. Sod him. One of you lot can see him. Bye !"
I turned my phone off and walked to my car. I turned on the sat nav, closed my eyes and stabbed at the list of recent destinations. Yes, that would do. I started the engine and drove. It may have been in my sat nave memory as a recent destination but I was certain I had not been there for ages but it would be a good plac, none of my staff would ever find me there.
I paid my money, was handed a locker key and a towel. "It is naked day today," the receptionist explained. "No towels to be worn."
"What's the point of a sauna if you are not naked ?" I smiled.
As I walked from the locker room to the jacuzzi pool I saw him. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I did not see the stalker.
I always start my visits in the hot, bubbling jacuzzi pool where water forces itself up and round my body. I rested my head back to the tiled side, pushed my hands down to the ledge seat and allowed myself to float on the surface. That was relaxing and far away from the silly antics of the office. Stuff the office, forget it !
It may have been a no towels allowed naked day but obviously everyone had a towel to dry himself when needed, it was the wearing of them round the waist that was banned. Leaving the pool I did not use mine to dry off but walked soaking wet to the pine sauna cabin. Saunas in establishments like these are never hot enough for me. Someone once told me that high temperatures kill the libido which is why the sauna cabin is never hot. Could be - I don't have a clue.
He was in the sauna. I guessed he would be in his early twenties. he still had his puppy fat which if he was not careful would soon turn him into a chub. I know all about being a chub. His body was smooth save for a perfectly formed bush above his cock. I did not pay a lot of attention to his cock, just a quick glance, I did not want him to think I was some kind of perv. I did notice he had about his neck a silver cross on a chain. Had this been a proper sauna, had it been up to temperature that would not have been a good idea. The metal could draw in the heat and burn but no real danger in that semi warm environment.
The door opened and the stalker came in. He glanced quickly at me then started at the young guy. He never took his eyes off him, directing his gaze top his cock. I felt uncomfortable in his presence and left.
I took a shower, towelled dry then made my way to one of the small private rest rooms. In truth these are places for guys to play together but I wasn't looking to play. I'd watch the video playing on the screen on the wall, perhaps have a wank then I really should go back to the office. It is usual for an occupant who is looking to play to leave the door open as an invitation to come inside. I shut the door.
There was a gentle tap on the door. It opened slightly. "Do you mind if I come inside ? I am trying to get away from a stalker."
"Sure come in."
He smiled.
Before he was fully through the doorway the stalker appeared. Standing up I pushed myself between them. With my left hand I took hold of his balls giving them a tight squeeze. My right hand formed into a fist which I raised to his face.
"Listen very carefully, " I spoke quietly but very firmly. "This lad does not want to know so PISS OFF !"
I let go my hold on his balls, placed both of my hands on his chest and pushed him away. He stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor. In astonishment he scrambled to his feet and made his exit.
"Wow thank you, that was great."
"No problem."
"Can I stay here for a bit ? Just to make sure he has gone. He has been following me round and giving me the creeps."
"Of course."
"Can I close the door ?"
"Sure if you like."
"I don't want him coming back."
"I doubt he will, he's probably bathing his balls in the shower. I gave them quite a squeeze."
"I'm Les by the way," he said nervously holding out his hand.
"And I am Nigel, come and sit down. I'm bunking work for the afternoon."
"Will you get into trouble ?"
"Hardly, I'm the boss."
"Oh wow !"
Les asked me what I did so I explained how I became a property owner and landlord. How a great aunt had left me her home in London, how it had been worth only a couple of hundred pounds when she purchased it in 1947 and how I sold it for more than two million. "That was how I started my business. I have seventy-three properties now, mainly houses but a couple of shops and some offices."
"You own them all ?"
"Me and some mortgages at the bank. What do you do ?"
"I just work in a call centre, I hate it. On average I get told to fuck off ten times a day. I am useless at making sales and just know they will sack me before long."
"Is this your first time at the sauna ?" I said changing the subject.
"Yes. Don't think I like it, that creep scared me."
"A lot like him I am afraid and places like this attract them."
"I see."
There was a period of silence during which I could see that Les wanted to say something, I gave him time to prepare himself.
"I have never touched another guy," he began, "never touched a cock and never had another guy touch mine."
I nodded.
"Would you touch my cock and could I touch yours ?"
"If that is what you want but wouldn't you be better playing with someone of your own age ?"
"You are a nice guy, thanks for saving me from him," He nodded a head towards the door. "I feel I can trust you. besides look at me chubby and with a small cock I am scared people will laugh at me."
"Stand up. Turn and face the mirror." One wall of the room was an entire mirror.
I stood next to him. "Look in the mirror. Look at your cock and look at mine. If anything yours is slightly bigger. Now watch this."
I placed my hands on my stomach, pressed in and pulled upwards.
"Oh."
"Now you do the same."
"Wow."
"Your belly pushes your cock down, lift it up and your cock falls down without the pressure. It's bigger isn't it ?"
"Oh my god it is."
"You are young enough to lose a few pounds and have your cock that size all the time, me I'm too old for that and beside I like my food too much."
"Thank you for showing me that." He held his stomach in, turned slightly left and right to admire himself in the mirror. "It aint such a bad cock after all is it ?"
"Looks perfectly fine to me."
"So can we ? Touch each other's cocks ? Would you mind ?"
Of course I did not mind, if he wanted me to touch his cock then I would. I reached my right hand and gently cupped his balls, my thumb gently touched his shaft before taking hold of it in a fist. I felt it thicken. Gently I pumped it twice then relaxed my grip. With my index finger I traced a line down his left groin and then his right before using my whole hand to stroke his cock and briefly again cup his balls. Letting go I smiled, briefly looked down to my own cock then met his eyes. That look transferred my thoughts, Les knew what he had to do.
Over the years, too many years, all kinds of guys have touched my cock. Some of those experiences we good - fun while some I prefer not to recall. As the years have gone by such little adventures have become less frequent and there would come a day when they would cease all together to leave only memories. I knew this was going to be a memory I would keep near the top of my list. I was right. Yes I was right, there was magic in his fingers. They say the best gifts come in the small packages, Les thought he had a small cock but he underestimated himself. He thought he was chubby but he was not. Big, small, what ever - the best gift I had received for a long time came from his fingers as he touched his first ever cock. I can not tell you for how long the gift was imparted but when it stopped the pleasure it gave continued.
"Was that alright ?" Les asked nervously.
"If that was your first time then all I can say is you have an enchantment I have not experienced before. Use it well."
"Thank you." He hesitated. "Can I tell you about my fantasies ?"
"Of course."
"I have two."
"Go on."
"Are you sure you don't mine ?"
"Hey, relax."
"If I tell you that does not mean I am asking you to do anything."
I smiled. "Who knows, tell me what they are and let's see."
"The first....."
"Go on."
"You sure you don't mind me telling you ?"
"Les get on with it," I said gently but encouraging.
"I have wondered for ages what it is like to suck a cock."
"OK. And your second fantasy ?"
"To have my bottom spanked."
"I see."
"Do you think that is OK ?"
"I think they are two perfectly admirable ambitions, how about we realise your ambitions. Which would you like to explore first ?"
"How about I suck your cock then you can spank my bottom to punish me for being a naughty boy ?"
I had fled my office in search of some space and the silliness of day-to-day business, all I had been seeking was a little quiet relaxation - I had never dreamed such as this. When eventually it came time to go back to the office, to the office I would eventually have to go, my encounter with young Les would have taken away all of the stress I had been burdened with.
I am addicted to having my cock sucked although it had been some time since my addiction had last been satisfied. I like to start off with my cock as limp as it can be, for it to be taken into a mouth and encouraged to become as big as it can be. I just knew that my new friend Les was going to be the best and this would be my all time number one. Strangely and without any explanation my mind flipped momentarily, just for a few seconds - no longer, back to my office. Why would my thoughts stray in such a way ? I wondered what people back in the office were saying about me.
"If he wants to have a girlie strop let him, after all he's the one who pays our wages." That was Neil who looks after property lettings and tenants.
"I have told him a thousand times," Ann would be saying - Ann is my finance manager and accountant, "get yourself a PA !"
"He leaves me alone to deal with maintenance and renovation," Richard would be saying. "I just get on with my job."
There were only four of us in the office. On paper I was a multi-millionaire but I did not lead a lavish lifestyle. My money was tied up in the property portfolio, perhaps I should sell up and enjoy the money.
I snapped back to reality. What a reality ! I did not doubt for one moment Les's explanation of his virginity and naivety so how did he learn to suck like this. My hands automatically rested on his head and pushed him close to me. My cock had developed taste buds and was savouring the joys of his mouth. His tongue caressed me while he sucked to emulate an airless vacuum in his mouth, my cock grew with every expression of air, it had not been so big or so stiff for a long while. My balls began to tighten and draw closer to my body, a sparking electricity inside me warned I was close to a climax. My mind began to debate at the speed of light what I should do.
Should I allow Les to continue, to take to the climax and beyond ? Would he be happy to swallow or would this be a step too far for my novice friend ? Should I bring about a premature end ? Would that spoil everything ?
Although the novice Les was demonstrating an experience I felt needed to take charge without any interference from myself. *"Relax and enjoy," * I said to myself.
The volcanic fire within me began to flame ever hotter and hotter until I could no longer contain myself, I exploded with a force I had never before experienced. Les continued to suck draining more and more, more than I thought was within me. I closed my eyes and shut out everything save that amazing experience. My heart, which had been pounding like a hammer began to slow and resume its normal pace. Les let go his hold, moved back just a few inches then closed the gap to kiss me on my stomach.
"Have I been a naughty boy ?" He smiled. "Do I deserve a spanking ?"
"Very naughty. Very naughty indeed and yes your bottom just has to be spanked. Spanked long and hard. Come and bend over my knee"
Les winked a mischievous eye then moved himself to take up the desired position. His cock was no longer limp but a solid rod, the first thing I felt as he rested himself across my knee. I was presented with a perfectly formed bottom. I have always considered the way Mother Nature solved the problem of joining two legs to a body to be her very best design, two perfectly symmetrical cheeks delineated by a small canyon of joy and ready for exploration. Of all the bottoms, bums, arses, glutenus maximus - call it what you will - Mother Nature has managed over the years, those cheeks belonging to my new friend Leas represented the height of her achievement. Neither skinny nor shaped with an excess of fat this was an awesome bubble butt. In that instant a description flashed into my mind that perfectly portrayed Les - The face of an angel with a bubble butt that defies gravity !
But on with the task in hand. I gently caressed those two delightful cheeks, my palms familiarising themselves with where they would soon be spanking.
"Did you get spanked when you were at school ?" Les asked. "Were you at school when corporal punishment was still in use ?
"Yes, I was caned once and slippered three times."
"Awesome !"
I made some warm up slaps on both of his cheeks. "You would not call it awesome if it had happened to you, it damn well hurt. The cane marks stayed there for four days."
A couple more warm up slaps then several at a slightly higher level.
"I bet my old headmaster wished he could have given me a good thrashing. The master at my university college most certainly would still like to give my backside a good spanking."
"Let me do it for him." I applied a rapid series of slaps which produced a gratifying reddening."
"Where did you go to school then ?"
"Stowe."
"I know of that, a rather expensive public school. You were lucky to have gone there."
"It was easy to get in, no entrance examination or anything like that, providing your parents could pay you were in."
"You went on to university ?"
"Yes to Girton."
"Cambridge !"
"So what are you doing working in a call centre ? No wonder the master would like to spank you. This is for him."
With every slap of my hand I increased the level, with every slap that beautiful bubble butt took on a deeper hue. I was not aiming to hurt my friend but I was stinging him with an erotic sensation which was on the pleasure side of pain. He was enjoying the spanking and the second of his fantasies being fulfilled. When it came to an end Les stood up, unrolled his towel and took out a phone, not a smart phone but still a camera phone.
"Take a picture of my arse will you."
"You going to put it on Facebook ?" I sniggered.
"Perhaps or I could include it in a cv or job application."
"Let's take a shower," I suggested.
"What if he is there ?"
"Then I won't be squeezing his balls I'll be crushing them "
I the shower we stood together, each soaping the other. Every square inch of our bodies was given close attention by the other. Les had magic hands. Our time was coming to an end, I would soon have to return to the office and Les was going to have to go to his place of employment. The stalker was nowhere to be seen much to Les's relief although I would not have minded a second altercation with him, YES I would have flattened his balls into discs. We dried ourselves then made our way to the locker room and to get dressed.
"When does your shift start ?"
"Six."
"You have a bit of time before you need to be there then."
Les looked at his watch. "Yes. I hate that job."
"Then forget it. Quit. Don't go back. Come with me and look at my office. There's a vacancy there if you are interested."
His face brightened. "What as ? Do I have the qualifications ? I don't have very much experience."
"Qualifications - you went to Cambridge not to mention on of the country's top schools. Experience - if your experience in business can develop as your experience has in the past hour or so managing your fantasies. For me you have the gifts, the talents for the job. The best gifts."
"What is the job ?"
"Come and be my PA."
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