Well, you've guessed it. I left as soon as we were done. And it didn't take him long to finish. We got ourselves a minute man in our hands.
Don't get me wrong, Jacob was sexy and all, and the dick thing was just a minor inconvenience. I was mostly annoyed at his constant rant about his job. He couldn't stop bragging about how he was the best personal trainer out of all the others and how everyone found him sooo good looking. Jesus, dude, get over yourself!
I went to work with a nauseous feeling in my stomach.
"Good morning, Mr. Price!" Linda greeted me cheerfully. Ugh! Her smile was too bright, and I did not feel like socializing. I gave her a half-assed nod and strode towards my office.
I tried to ignore my splitting headache and busied myself with paperwork. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me.
Warmth spread through my body as I felt a hand on my shoulder. He was standing behind me, 

I closed my eyes and slurped my milkshake. God, I'm in heaven.
"Slow down, or you'll get a brain freeze," Ethan laughed.
"Shut it, Boss, you are ruining the moment," I snarled, then continued to enjoy myself. Going out to lunch with him wasn't a terrible idea after all.
"You haven't changed at all," he said.
"And how would you know that? I doubt you were trying to get to know me while you were beating me up," I scoffed. I dipped my fry in the shake then ate it.
Ethan frowned. "It's not like I beat you all the time."
"No. You only beat me seventy percent of the time. You spent the other thirty percent ridiculing me and calling me names," I said. The friendly atmosphere turned dark all of a sudden as I recalled the memory.
"Corey, I'm sorry.." Ethan started.
"Don't. I didn't come here to relive my terrible past. I came here because you forced me to. Now that you're my boss, I can't refuse 

It took me less than 5 minutes to spot Jacob at the club. He was wearing a pair of dark grey ripped jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He was taller and more muscular than I imagined. Almost too big for my taste. He looked kind of intimidating.
He grinned when he saw me approaching. "Corey?"
"Yup, that's me. Hope I didn't make you wait too long," I said.
"Don't worry about it. It was worth the wait," he flashed his pearly whites. I took a closer look at him. He looked exactly like his pictures but slightly older. He wore his shoulder length hair into a ponytail. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Like what you see?" he asked.
"So far, so good," I chuckled. I was willing to deal with anyone tonight. Anything to distract me from thinking about that bastard.
We talked some more, then danced some. He turned out to be a personal trainer and offered me to join his gym, saying he'd take 'extra care' of me. What a flirt!
"Wanna get out of here?" he leaned in and whispered in my ear after we finished dancing. Great...this is how all of my dates end. Not that I'm complaining. I nodded.
The cool air hit my face as soon as we stepped out, and I shivered. "Where are we meeting?" I asked Jacob.
"I booked a room in a hotel across the street. Is that cool?" he looked at me with a worried expression. As if he thinks I'd change my mind any second.
"That sounds fine," I said and offered him a reassuring smile.
Within 20 minutes, I ended up in his hotel room.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Jacob said and went into the bathroom.
I stood by the window and looked out at the city. For some reason, I didn't feel as excited tonight. Not how I usually felt when I went on these dates. Something gnawed at me in the back of my mind. It made me anxious.
"Want a drink?"
I was startled as he spoke suddenly. He was close to my neck. "Jeez...jumpy much? Am I making you nervous or something?" Jacob laughed and held out a glass of whiskey.
"No, I am fine. You just startled me, that's all," I let out a nervous chuckle.
"Wait...this is not your first day with a dude, is it?" Jacob exclaimed.
"What? No, of course not! I've been gay for years now, and this is definitely not the first time I ended up in a hotel room," I smirked. I was starting to feel at ease as I sipped on my drink.
"Oh, so you've been around, huh?" Jacob smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Does that bother you?" I asked and twirled a strand of his hair that fell on his face.
"Not at all. I think you are sexy, and I wanna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight all morning," Jacob growled. "Or do you prefer to be the top?" he winked.
Well, shit...he just went from zero to a hundred real quick. I guess he was the aggressive type. Fine by me. With that large frame of his, he must have a big, fat cock that'll pleasure me all night and make me forget all about Ethan.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed my lips against his. Jacob pushed his tongue inside and kissed me harder. He tasted of mint and whiskey. I slid my hand inside his shirt and pulled it over his head. He had a nice body that showed he worked out regularly.
But not as nice as Ethan's in high school...the thought flashed in my mind before I could stop it.
Wait...what the fuck? Why did I just think about Ethan? I pushed Jacob off and shook my head as if to get rid of my thought.
"What's wrong. You aren't changing your mind already, are you?" Jacob frowned.
"No, it's not like that. Sorry, I was thinking about something else," I said quickly. Ugh, what's wrong with me? I need to focus, I thought.
Jacob pushed me down on the bed and hovered over me. "You aren't allowed to think about anything else when you're with me," he barked. He unzipped his jeans and pulled the zipper down, never breaking our eye contact. He pulled out his cock.
"Suck it," he ordered. His eyes were boring into my soul.
I stared at his cock. My inside churned and convulsed as I held my laughter, which could come out any moment now.
He had the smallest wiener I had ever seen in a body that large.
"What are you waiting for? Suck my dick," Jacob said again. I could tell he was starting to get annoyed. Oopsie.
"Um...okay. Whatever you want," I said. My voice shook as I struggled not to snigger. I sat up and pushed him down in a lying position, then put it in my mouth. I slowly licked the base, then trailed my tongue until I reached the tip.
"Ohh fuck Corey! That feels so good," Jacob moaned.
I put it in my mouth and sucked slowly. He groaned loudly as I twirled my tongue around it. Then I started to deepthroating him.
"Shit...I'm gonna cum!" Jacob cried out. I fastened my movements and sucked him harder. He came within seconds. Well, that I was quick, I thought.
"It's my turn to pleasure you," Jacob said and turned me around on my stomach.
With that penis? Well...
"Sure, go ahead," I said. It was too late now. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Jacob put on a condom and rubbed the lube on my asshole, then positioned himself on top of it. I guess we are skipping the foreplay. Oh well, at this point, I was starting to get bored and wanted to get this over with. He pushed inside me then started to move.
"Oh, Yes! I love your sweet ass," Jacob croaked out as he rammed into me. Oh god...I wish he would keep his mouth shut. I don't need the play by play of how he is pounding his tiny dick I barely felt.
Now you are just being rude, Corey, I scolded myself in my head. The man is trying at least.

Well, you've guessed it. I left as soon as we were done. And it didn't take him long to finish. We got ourselves a minute man in our hands.
Don't get me wrong, Jacob was sexy and all, and the dick thing was just a minor inconvenience. I was mostly annoyed at his constant rant about his job. He couldn't stop bragging about how he was the best personal trainer out of all the others and how everyone found him sooo good looking. Jesus, dude, get over yourself!
I went to work with a nauseous feeling in my stomach.
"Good morning, Mr. Price!" Linda greeted me cheerfully. Ugh! Her smile was too bright, and I did not feel like socializing. I gave her a half-assed nod and strode towards my office.
I tried to ignore my splitting headache and busied myself with paperwork. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me.
Warmth spread through my body as I felt a hand on my shoulder. He was standing behind me, but I didn't turn around right away.
"There is a typo," a deep, husky voice spoke near me. His breat

Chapter6:Isn't this sexual harassment?