Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 20:36:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nooger Ballsfad <noogerballsfad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hairy Maintenance Man - 2

Disclaimer: This story contains details of a sexual encounter between two
consenting adults. If you find this material offensive, or are legally
barred from viewing it in your area, please leave now.  Attention readers:
I got a little bit of feedback for my last story, and it was very much
appreciated, but the more I get the better. Consider this part to be a
build-up to my next part. Though it might not be as steamy as my first
installment, it serves more as background information than anything else.
If you're interested in reading what follows, please provide feedback (and
anything else you might like to include ;) ) to my e-mail address,
noogerballsfad@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!

	In the weeks following my first encounter with the maintenance man,
I would become the happiest and horniest student on that campus. My lust
for the man could not be suppressed, and every time we indulged in one
another, it left me hungry for more. We would meet in bathrooms, study
areas, and empty classrooms around the campus for some public play (nothing
any more than a quick handjob or groping session), though the real fun took
place in my apartment on the occasions when he would grace me with his
indescribable beauty. Despite our unquenchable thirst for each other and
the undeniable physical chemistry, we hadn't ventured into the deep, dark
depths of fucking. It was something that we would get to, but I made it
clear that I just wasn't experienced enough yet to go there. It was
something that I would have to ease into.
	I had been upfront about my sexual experience with men from the
very beginning. We had gotten together one night for some casual play, and
once we were finished (well, I should say "between rounds"), we discussed
our experiences.
	"So, Jim," I said, walking into my living room holding drinks for
us. We had finally decided after 3 rounds of each other that we should
learn each other's names. Jim was relaxing on my couch. He had his feet up
on the coffee table, and his arms were stretched out across the back of the
couch. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hairy, well-muscled body was more
than a little distracting for me. I managed to tear my eyes away, though,
in order to ask him a few questions.
	"With a body like that, I'm sure you've had your share of fun
throughout your life, right?"
	"Well, when you put it like that.." he laughed, ruffling his sexy,
blonde-streaked hair with his hand, a motion that flexed his arm and
distracted me yet again. "I've had my share of fun. I even have a few
friends that I keep in touch with for just that purpose." He grinned
sheepishly.  This obviously wasn't information that he divulged on a
regular basis.
	"You guys do anything particularly special or is it just the
standard?" I asked. The idea of him being with other men didn't upset me at
all. We hadn't agreed on any exclusivity. To the contrary, the idea of him
in a variety of sexual situations was nothing short of spectacular. I
allowed my mind to wander for a bit, imagining him at the head of a 4 man
gang-bang. Between his muscled body, 10 inch cock, enormous balls, and
tight, succulent ass, there was more than enough for multiple men to feast
on. The idea made me leak precum. Before I could get too carried away,
though, he snapped me back to attention.
	"Hey," he said. Snapping his fingers in my general direction, "Come
back to Earth."
	"Sorry," I said, grinning, "It's just beyond my wildest fantasies
to think about." I shifted in my seat to hide my boner from view. I, too,
was wearing only a pair of jeans upon special request from Jim, who said he
would prefer me naked all the time, but he didn't want me shooting cum all
over the place as I walked. After considering some of the things that have
been running through my head since meeting this magnificent man, I'd say
that it was a legitimate concern.
	"Well, we do have a good time," he said as he leaned back and
stretched out a bit further, now spreading his legs apart and knocking the
wind out of me again. "We have our fetishes. My friend Jackson likes
uniforms, so he prefers me in my work clothes. My other buddy Mike likes
feet, so whenever I'm feeling the need for a massage, I give him a call. My
last friend, Hank, used to be a football player, and..." He paused.
	"What about Hank?" I asked, on the edge of my seat. I had a uniform
fetish myself. It was one of the things that had drawn me to Jim in the
first place.
	"Let's just say that I can't really put Hank into words. You'll
have to meet him," Jim said, a reflective smile on his face. I longed to
see what he was picturing in his mind. "Let's just say...  well, you think
I'm gifted."
	I didn't bother trying to hide my shock. "No way," I said,
"He's... bigger than you?"
	"Again, you'd have to meet him. Maybe someday you can."
	I considered it for a moment. I absolutely lived for what me and
Jim had together. We were just getting going and already I can't remember
having felt any higher pleasure in my life. What would happen if we
introduced someone else into the mix? Jim was already a lot for me to
handle.  If this "Hank" guy rendered Jim speechless, how could I even begin
to comprehend? Before I had a chance to raise the concern, though, Jim
changed the subject.
	"Enough about me, though," he said, "What all have you done with
guys?"
	"Actually, you're my first."
	"No way," he said. He looked genuinely surprised. He stared blankly
at me for a few seconds and then relaxed back onto the couch, closing his
eyes and smiling that gorgeous smile, "Well, you've got some talent,
then. From the way you handle my cock, I figured you must be a seasoned
pro."
	"Happy to please," I grinned, "But I had just never found the right
guy, so I waited. Thank god I did. They say that you're first time is
supposed to be memorable. As if I could ever forget that," I gestured to
the bulge in his pants. Another nice thing about Jim's cock was that it's
sheer size made it so that it was never entirely hidden from view. Even
entirely soft, a faint bulge was always visible through the baggiest of
pants. Jim, in response to my comment, tugged his belt buckle down
playfully and thrust his hips up.
	"You're too kind," he laughed, "Have you ever played with your
asshole?"
	"Not really," I said. Truth be told, I had never seen the big
deal. I had read that pleasuring the prostate gland in men was on par with
the clitoris in women, but I had never bothered trying it, instead focusing
my attention on my cock and balls, "Is it that good?"
	"It's the whole reason guys love fucking!" he exclaimed, jumping up
and gazing at me as if revealing this whole new world of sexual
possibility. "Pleasure for the giver, who gets to fuck a hole much tighter
than any pussy, and for the receiver who gets some explosive, hands-free
orgasms."
	"You should be a butt-fucking spokesman," I joked. To be honest, I
was a bit nervous about trying anything involving my ass, and his massive
tool would probably rip me apart. When I voiced this concern, to my
surprise, he laughed.
	"Well, it's not like I'm going to impale you on this thing," he
said, gesturing to the growing bulge in his pants with both his hands,
"We'll start slow. Come here."
	I crossed the room and sat down to his right. He placed his arm
around me and began running it across my chest, comforting me. With his
left hand, he crept down towards my pants and began to undo the belt. I
helped him out and removed my pants myself. Despite my apprehension, my
cock sprung out, half erect. I could be on my death bed and his touch would
still get me going.
	"We'll deal with you in a minute," he said, speaking to my penis as
if it were an impatient customer. His hand crept around my back and he
began massaging my asshole with his index finger. The sensation made my
cock shoot straight up, and even though I knew I could never handle it, I
longed to feel his cock in place of his finger near my hole. I hummed
softly as he began to massage my asshole a bit more thoroughly. He was
preparing to insert his finger.
	"You okay with me doing this?" he asked. If there was one thing
about Jim, he never did a damn thing that I might be uncomfortable with
unless he asked me first. I nodded my assent and he began pushing his
finger into my hole.
	The response was immediate. Barely half the finger was pushed
inside, and I felt my muscles contract around it. The combination of his
massaging touch and the feeling of his hot, musky, hairy body around mine
made me light-headed. He began moving his finger in and out, and each time,
his finger went a big deeper inside me. Before long, my asshole had
entirely consumed it. Though there was some degree of discomfort, it was
hugely outweighed by the pure state of bliss I was in. I knew that one
finger wouldn't be enough to prepare me for his cock, but I knew that it
was something I wanted to start getting ready for. I began furiously
stroking my cock with one hand and playing with my balls with the
other. With three different pleasure centers being attended to, it wasn't
long before I shot. Thick ropes of my sticky cum hit my chest, face, and
even Jim's hairy physique.
	"Woah, there!" he called, withdrawing the finger, "I figured you'd
like it, but damn! We can't let this go to waste." He lifted himself off
the couch and sat me down on the couch, spreading my legs apart. He leaned
up toward me and licked the cum off my cheek. He slowly moved down, sucking
every drop of my substantial load off my body. While he worked, he
absentmindedly wiped the cum on his chest off onto his hand and moved it up
towards my face. I responded by sucking my own jizz off his hand, making
sure to pay special attention to sucking on his fingers. At this point, he
had moved downward, sucking the remaining cum off the head of my cock. He
stared up at me with his beautiful, sapphire eyes to show me that he
approved of my sucking.  When every last drop of the cum was gone and he no
longer had an excuse to suck on my meat, he straightened up.
	"Deeeeeeeelicious," he said, grinning at my exhausted form on the
couch. I noticed that his cock had hardened inside his jeans. "That taste
never gets old." I fixed my eyes on his bulge.
	"Looks like there's some for me to feast on as well," I said,
standing up, placing my arms on his shoulders, turning him around, and
sitting him down on the couch. I knelt down in front of him, between his
legs, unbuckled his belt and stripped his jeans off. His meat sprang out
and pointed right down at me. "I want a taste. You stroke. I'll take care
of the rest." Jim smiled at me and laid back. Both his hands began stroking
his hardening penis. Once he was fully erect and I had some space to work
with, I dove in. I first used my tongue to begin licking his balls. They
hung low in the warmth of my apartment, and I took great pleasure in
alternating balls in my mouth. Jim groaned his appreciation, and I moved
lower.
	His nutsack now resting on my face, I forced my tongue into the
space between his asscheeks on which he sat. I felt my tongue touch‚ the
sensitive skin around his asshole, and Jim's moans became more
pronounced. While I continued to push my tongue deeper and deeper into his
ass, my hands massaged his body. I ran them through his beautiful chest
hair and began massaging his extremely sensitive nipples. If there was an
"On" switch for Jim, it was his nipples. He now began moaning in earnest, I
knew he was getting close. I pushed both of Jim's hands off his cock and
replaced them behind his head. He stared down at me while I grabbed his
cock with my left hand and continued to massage his nipple with my right. I
began jacking his cock and began exhaling my hot breath onto his meat. This
was another major turn on for Jim, and after two breaths, he began shooting
his load. If my cumshot was big, it was nothing compared to Jim's.  Giant
gobs of his cum shot all over his face and chest. Even after he stopped
shooting, cum oozed out of his cock and collected on his lower abdomen in
his neatly trimmed bush.
	"That's what I like to see," I said. For a few moments, I gazed
hungrily at the mess and, like he had done for me, I began licking the
spunk off his face. Once I had licked his face clean, I buried my tongue
into his mouth. We shared his amazing taste, and he moaned again. He sat up
and more closely embraced me, pulling him toward me. Our body's touched and
I felt the warm stickiness on the rest of his body. Wanting both to
continue our tongue wrestling and to finish licking him clean, I
compromised by covering my hand in the jizz on his chest and lifting it to
my mouth. We separated and began licking the cum off my hand. Once we had
our mouthfuls, we resumed our hot makeout session. Gradually, we broke
apart. Jim was completely out of breath, and I gave him a break by way of
licking him clean. I moved down his chest, and like he had done for me, I
penetrated every cum-covered nook and cranny of his body. I lick and sucked
until I got to his cock. I resolved to fight my gag reflex to the best of
my ability and began swallowing his cock and draining the rest of the cum
from it. Though still out of breath, Jim moaned has his cockhead swished
around in my mouth. I took as much as I could. That which I could take, I
licked clean separately. After a full 15 minutes of tongue massage, Jim was
bathed in my saliva, and I was drunk on his juice.
	"Holy fuck," he said as he laid back. I joined him on the couch and
wrapped my arm around him.
	"My pleasure."
	"You keep working on that asshole," he said, his chest still rising
and falling heavily, "Maybe we'll give Hank a call."