Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:59:50 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tow Truck Driver Part 2

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DISH WASHER REPAIR GUY
BY: SHYOLDGUY@HOTMAIL.COM
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I stripped off my sleep pants and sat naked at the computer. I planned on
reading a hot story from my friend Bill and jacking off. I was hard, and
leaking pre-cum and just getting into it, when the door bell rang. Damn,
talk about rotten timing. I pulled on my pants, trying to hide my stiff
wiener, and went and looked out the front window. It was the dishwasher
repair company; I had forgotten that my wife said to expect them when she
went out of town this morning. I like showing off my body to other guys, so
I went to the door in nothing but my pair of light cotton sleep pants, my
cock was obviously hard, and there was a wet spot of pre-cum on the front
of them. I didn't care; let him see what he would see.

After my evening with the tow truck driver, I was more willing to take
risks. I got off on taking chances; the chance of getting caught just made
me cum harder. I opened the door and the man I saw could have been the tow
truck driver's older brother. He was about 30, tall, blond, blue eyed,
broad shoulders, small waist, nice butt, and good looking package. He was
wearing tight jeans, a tight white t-shirt that showed off his strong arms
and chest. He had on work boots, and . . . a leather tool belt around his
waist. HOT! He looked a little startled when he saw what I had on, and his
eyes traveled down to the wet spot on the front of my pants.

 His eyes jerked back up to my face, and he introduced himself to me, and
asked where the kitchen was.

"I'm sorry for the way I look," I said, "you just woke me from a hot dream,
you know how it is." "Yeah; been there." He said. I escorted him to the
kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and offered him one that he declined. I
sat on a stool and watched his hot body as he pulled the washer out from
under the counter; I had a good view of his ass, and leaked more pre-cum. I
knew that he was interested; he kept looking out of the corner of his eye
at my cock. The tow truck driver was right, you just know.

I decided to take another lesson from my tow guy and asked, "I don't want
to make you nervous, but I think you are hot. You ever thought of doing
anything with a man?" "What?" he replied with a hint on panic in his
voice. "No, no, I'm straight, and married." "Me too, but that doesn't mean
that you don't want cock from time to time" I said and laughed. "Come on,
I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I stood up and pulled off my
pants exposing my rock hard dick, and started stroking it in front of him.

"What do you think, look good?" I asked. He stood there staring as I walked
up to him, and put my hand on the bulge in his pants. I could feel that it
was growing, and squeezed it while staring into his deep blue eyes. "I know
you want this." I said "No, I can't, I'm married." He said sounding just
like me the night my car broke down. I got on my knees, and unzipped his
pants, he didn't pull away. His hard pink cock popped out into my hand. He
wasn't wearing any underwear.

I played with the soft skin on is uncut dick, I had never had an uncut man
before. I looked up into those eyes again, and asked, "Do you want me to
suck it?" "No, please don't." he said but again he did not pull away. This
man really wanted it, and I wanted to give it to him. I licked the round
soft cap on his dick, and felt him shiver. "Please don't, I can't do this,
please stop." I looked into those eyes as I slid his hot hard cock into my
mouth. He moaned. I bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to tease
his pee slit; I could taste his pre-cum. It was so sweet. "OH, stop, stop,
NO!" he whispered, but did not pull away.

I kept pumping my mouth on his cock until I knew he was ready, and then
pulled off. I stood up and forced my mouth on his and sucked his tongue
into my mouth. I knew he could taste himself, and that turned me on. I took
his hand and led him down the hall to the bed room. The room I shared with
my wife. "I know you want this, I can tell." I said "No, please, what about
my wife, your wife?"

"I don't plan on fucking your wife, and for now you are my wife. Take off
that shirt; I want to see some skin."

"No, please."

"Take it off, or I'll rip it off you." And I meant it. He pulled his white
t-shirt over his head exposing his broad smooth chest to me. He had those
large brown nipples that I like so much, and they were hard. I took the
shirt from his hand, and tossed it onto the bed. "Now, the boots." I said
and he sat on the edge of the bed and untied his work boots. He pushed them
off with his feet, and stood back up, he had on thick grey socks, his tight
jeans with his hard cock sticking out, and that ever sexy tool belt.

I got down in front of him again and took his throbbing man meat in my
hand. I started pumping him fast and hard. I pumped him so hard that his
pre-cum actually shot out of his slit, and hit me in the face.

He moaned, and I thought it was funny and laughed. I was afraid he was too
close to cumming, and let loose of his hot rod, his knees were so weak he
almost lost his balance. I had to put my hand on that tight ass to steady
him.

I started unfastening his jeans when he grabbed my hand "No please, I know
what you want, Please don't do this to me." I grabbed his thumb, and pulled
it back, the pain made him let go. "I know you DO want this, and it is
going to happen. You will do what I tell you bitch." I pulled his Jeans
down to his grey socks, and told him to step out of them. He did. I stood
up and stepped back to admire the view. He was hot standing there in
nothing but those grey socks and his tool belt. He looked like one of those
models in a porn video, that's when the idea hit.

I went to the closet and took out my digital camera. I started shooting
pictures of this naked god. His hot hard body was such a turn on. I loved
taking pictures of his face, those wonderful blue eyes, and the tears
running down his cheeks. "Please don't do this to me. Why are you doing
this." He whined.

"Because I am hard and horny and because I can. Besides, you want me to."

"No, no I don't, please stop."

"Your cock is as hard as a rock, and your pre-cum is dripping onto the
floor. How can you say you don't want me doing this to you?"

"I don't know why, I don't know why any of that is happening."

"Yes you do, you are a cock sucker, and you can't wait until I shove it in
your ass, and fuck you until you bleed. You are a cheap whore."

"No please, I'm not gay, I'm married, I have kids."

"You're going to be my wife tonight, and I am going to do the best I can to
pump you full of my cum.

Now get on the bed, lie on your stomach and spread your legs. I want a
before picture of your ass hole, because it will never look like this again
when I am done with it."

He did as I told him, and he spread his legs using his hands to spread his
nice round butt cheeks. His hole was pink, and very tight. I could tell
that he had moved his bowels today; there were light dry brown smears on
his sweet globes. I loved taking pictures of it, but could not wait to dive
in. I put the camera on the night stand, and pushed my face into his crack.

I was overwhelmed by the smell of his hole. The musky man smell was
intoxicating, and the taste was strong and slightly bitter, but it made me
so hard I thought my cock was going to split. I don't know if I have ever
been this excited. He was excited too; his moans and sobs only excited me
more. I used my tongue around his hole, and licked off all the feces off
his skin and then shoved my hot wet tongue in to him. He groaned louder and
started humping my face. I pulled my tongue out of his man hole, and
climbed on top of him, my hairy chest rubbing his back. My dick slid in his
ass.

He was way too loose for a first timer. I kissed the back of his neck,
using lots of tongue, I could taste his skin, and I loved it. He was so
sweet, and I could still smell shampoo on his hair. The leather of the tool
belt scraped the skin on my stomach. I wish I could get a picture of me on
top of him and humping his ass on the bed where I fucked my wife. I started
moving faster and faster inside him, and he would raise his ass to meet my
thrusts, all the while telling me to stop. "You don't want me to stop, do
you sweetheart? You want me to pound you more." "No, no, no," he yelled, as
his cum shot all over the flowered sheets my wife had bought last week. I
could hold off no longer, and unloaded in him.

Now I knew how the tow truck driver felt, and I continued to shoot my cum
thinking of him in my ass. I rolled off him, and lay on my back catching my
breath. He stood up next to the bed, picked up the tools that fell out of
his belt during our romp. His socks had crumpled around his ankles. "I need
to go finish that dishwasher now." He said and walked naked to the kitchen.

I picked up his shirt, pants and boots, and followed him. I sat naked at
the counter sipping coffee, totally sexually relaxed, and watched this
naked god finish his job. When he was done, he reached for his clothes, but
I held them back, and got down on my knees and took his soft cock in my
mouth. I used my lips and tongue to bring him full mast, and blew him until
he came again. When I was done, I gave him his clothes, and watched him
dress.

It is somehow provocative watching a man put his clothes on after sex, and
I got hard again. This time he went down on me and took my second load in
his mouth. When he stood up, he had some of my juice dripping from the
corner of his mouth, I kissed it off. As I walked naked to the door to let
him out, I said, "just send the bill to my wife."

When he was gone, I went back to my computer and finished reading Bill's
story.  I then wrote one hell of a story about a dishwasher repair man.


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