Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.
Before I knew it Thursday had rolled around again. Thursday was always a good day because it was payday. At the end of the day, Mr. O'Brien would pass out the paychecks.
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About ten minutes before quitting time, he came over to me and asked me to come to his office.
As he closed his office door behind us, he said, "When Mike Fitzpatrick (the owner of the company) heard about your finding the drawing error last week, he was very impressed and grateful." Handing me an envelope, he continued, "You'll find a note from him and a bonus check inside. Also, we've given you a dollar an hour raise, effective this paycheck."
Shocked, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thank you. Thank you very much."
"You are very welcome and thank you. Keep up the good work," he replied.
We shock hands and I left his office. I stepped out of the trailer; the other workers were starting to file in to pick up their checks.
I couldn't wait to get home to open the envelope so I opened it as soon as I parked at the health club.
The note was short and to the point, "Liam, Mighty fine work! Thanks, Mike Fitzpatrick."
The bonus check was for one hundred dollars and my paycheck reflected the raise. I felt like a millionaire.
After changing into my gym clothes, I headed straight to the weight room, hoping that Major, the trainer, who had helped me on Tuesday.
"Hi Liam, glad you could make it today," he greeted me.
"I'm sure glad to see you, also," I replied.
Soon, he had me up to 245.
"You're really pumped up today," he observed.
"I had a good day at work," I answered.
"Are you ready for 265?' he asked.
"Let's go for it," I replied.
I did the first three reps pretty easily, but struggled with the fourth.
"That's enough for today. Good workout," Major advised, adding, "We'll have you up to 300 before you know it."
Aunt Betty had a business meeting that prevented her from coming to the gym so it was later in the evening before I could tell her about my day.
When I told her she was as excited and happy as I was.
Friday morning, Mr. O'Brien asked for volunteers to work half a day on Saturday to help make up for the rain-out on Tuesday. Almost the whole crew including myself volunteered.
After working until noon at the construction job, I came home and spent about two hours on some projects for Betty.
Now I was ready for a shower and a nap, not an ordinary nap, but a power nap to recharge my batteries.
Betty had gone to her office to catch up on paperwork and the phone was off the hook. Taking off my shoes, I lay down on the living room couch, unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt, undid my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants and quickly feel into a deep sleep.
About a half hour into my nap I was awakened by noises in the house. When I cleared my eyes, I saw my Aunt's friend, Jean, standing in the living room doorway. Jean, who lived in a nearby town, was an attractive brunette, tall and thin, in her late thirties.
"I'm sorry that I awoke you," she said, "I was in town and thought I would drop by."
I explained to her that Aunt Betty was at her office this afternoon.
As I started to sit up, she said "Please don't sit up. I didn't mean to disturb your nap."
I lay back down. She walked over to me, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
"Betty tells me you have been a great help to her this summer and that you work very hard. Now how about if I give you a nice relaxing massage?"
I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a massage before, so I just nodded approval.
"I'll have you back to sleep in no time," she said as her fingers started lightly kneading my left arm. Never pressing or squeezing hard, had she methodically massaged my arms, hands, feet, calves, the lower half of my thighs, and finally my forehead and face.
Right when I thought she was finished, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my shirt and opened it up, pressing her hands on my hairy chest. Starting at my neck her palms and fingertips slid down my chest and stomach to near my waist, then back up my sides to my neck. After several minutes of that gentle, repetitive motion, I was almost asleep.
"I think you will get a nice nap now," she said as she moved her hands down my chest.
However this time she didn't stop at my waist but continued down onto my underpants. Her hand brushed over my genitals.
Her hands returned to my stomach. I felt her right hand slip under the waistband, through my thick pubic hair and onto my neatly trimmed scrotum, cupping and squeezing my testicles. The tips of her fingers moved to the base of my small, limp penis, slowly moving on the underside towards the tip.
"Oh!" she said in surprise as the tip of her index finger slipped into the deep slit on the underside of my glans.
Her left thumb hooked under the waistband and pulled my underpants down.
Moving her hand from my penis, she said, "My! You have a long, deep slit. I've never seen one like that before!
Lifting my penis up, she added, "And a nice little foreskin."
When she pinched the hood of foreskin that covers the top third of my glans and pulled it back exposing the top rim, I couldn't hold back any more and started to cum. She continued to rub my slit and play with my foreskin until I was empty and got so sensitive that I begged her to stop.
When I had regained my composure, I looked down to see her cradling my penis, barely longer than her fingers, in her cum covered hands.
