Our Fleshjack Story

I let the stream of warm water flow down my six foot three inch frame. I leaned against the glass of the shower and aimed the faucet head directly on my face, opening my mouth and letting the liquid flow from to my chin and chest. I looked down to see my cock standing hard and erect. I gripped it firmly, allowing myself a few firm strokes, before ending my shower, to the thought of Jonathan’s skin against mine. Sleeping next to Jonathan’s lithe, smooth frame excited me in ways my body hadn’t experienced in years. After my last relationship, I doubted I would meet a man able to fulfill and excite me as much as my career. Seven years of commitment were destroyed by my obsession with my work and overwhelming dedication to my job. I lived it. I breathed it. I desired it. It means everything to me and afforded me the luxuries I possessed. My last partner could never understand the time I gave to my business, but Jonathan…. Since the moment I interviewed him, Jonathan had aroused both my mind and loins. It was probably against every sane or decent thought, but I had hired him as my Executive Assistant based on the young man’s strength, honesty, alluring green eyes and attractive demeanor. Four years later — after all the late night meetings, the day-in-and-day-out of watching Jonathan at his desk just outside my office, the private flights to Los Angeles and Chicago — I had been rendered a slave to Jonathan’s beauty. We had grown close in ways we always desired with another. We loved the business. We loved the work. The love of excitement. We loved it all, together. Jonathan had the eager prowess of me and, with his steadfast business acumen had become a force to be reckoned with under my dedicated tutelage. When Jonathan walked into my office 24-hours prior, handing me a resignation letter, I felt a pain I hadn’t experienced even when my partner had packed and left me with only the small consideration of a hand written note. The thought of Jonathan’s absence in my life burned me to my core. I would lose the man I had come to respect and desire. No longer would I smell Jonathan’s musky fragrance as I leaned over his desk each morning. No more would I hear Jonathan’s voice over the phone, listing the busy schedule for the day as I secretly lie naked in my hotel suite, miles away, caressing myself to the sound of the young man’s silky baritone....