Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2008 13:49:43 EDT
From: BearStateWriter@aol.com
Subject: Computer Repairs

This is a story involving man to man sexual contact. If you are under 18 or
insulted by this type of material, leave now. I hope you like this. If you
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			     Computer Repairs
				by WordBear

     After breakfast I went to work in my home office.  The computer repair
man was coming at eleven o'clock so I had time for a few hours of work. I
work for a large company that helped people manage their money and much of
my work could be done at home.  It is nice to not have to go to work every
morning in a shirt and tie.
     Time flew by and the door bell rang.  It was eleven o'clock. I opened
the door for the repair man.  He came in and I showed him to my office and
the computer.  He asked what was wrong and I explained my computer problem.
He looked me over carefully. I'm 48 and have grey hair in my beard and
sideburns. I work out at the gym four times a week and my body is in pretty
good shape. He seemed satisfied with my appearance so I pointed to the
computer on the desk.
     He put his tools down and began examining the computer.
     I looked closely at him.  He was about 25, tall and thin.  He had
black hair and appeared to be rather hairy.  There was thick hair on his
arms and I noticed a tuft of hair in the opening of his shirt.  I sat down
and talked to him while he worked.  I found that he was attending night
school working on an advanced degree. His name was Dan. When I asked him if
he was married he said he was alone. As soon as he finished night classes
he was planning to start to date again.  We talked and shared stories for a
while before he said he had to get down under the desk and check
connections.
     I watched him kneel and crawl under the desk.  After a few moments
checking all the connections he backed out and started to rise, but
suddenly, he stopped and grabbed his back.
     "Damn," he said rubbing his low back.
     "What's the matter?" I asked.
     " I hurt my back last week and it has been driving me crazy." He
picked up his tools and turned back to the computer, but I continued to ask
questions about his injury while he worked.  He said he never went to the
doctor because it was not that bad.  It just hurt when he moved around
certain ways. He worked the next fifteen minutes on the computer before he
finished .  Then he straightened top of the desk, and put his tools away.
     "Why don't you get a massage.  Maybe a good masseur could work out
that back problem." I said steering the conversation back to his
injury. "My masseur at the gym often helps me out."
     "I've never had a massage.  They are expensive aren't they?"
     "Sometimes." I replied.
     "Well, maybe I can find one." he said.
      "I could give you a massage.  I've had a lot of them and I might be
able to help you relax the muscle that is causing the problem. And there's
no charge for mine." I was attracted to this guy and wanted to see more of
his body.
     "I don't know. . . "he hesitated.
     "Finish up here and we'll see if I can help you feel better."
     He turned back to work and finished for another 15 minutes.  He stood
up and said, "Done"
     "Come on," I said.  "I have a massage table in my exercise room."
            I started down the hall and he put his tools down and
followed. When we got to my exercise room I spread a clean towel out on the
table.
     "Come on. Undress." I said.
     "Do I have to," he asked still sounding hesitant.
     " It's alright. I can't work on you with all those clothes on. Undress
and put your clothes over there." I pointed to the chair. He took off his
shoes and trousers and looked at me.  I pointed to his shirt and
underwear. In a few moments he was naked before me. He was even more hairy
than I imagined.  He had a thick mat on his chest and a treasure trial that
ran down into a thick bush. His shoulders, back and legs were covered with
the same black hair
     Then I pointed to the table and told him to climb up on it.
     "Lay on your stomach," I directed.
            He did and I took some massage oil from the shelf.  Then I took
off my shirt so that I would not get my clothes sweaty while I worked on
him.  I applied some oil to my hands and ran them over his shoulders and
upper back.
     "God, that feels good," he said.
            I worked my way down his back to the base of his spine.  All of
his muscles were tense and tight.  I worked them until they began to loosen
up. Then I passed my oily hands down over his fuzzy butt and began working
on his thighs. They were very hairy so I used more oil. As I worked down
his legs I felt him relax. I massaged both his feet and then worked back up
his legs to his butt. There was a trail of think hair in his cleft, and the
rest of his checks were covered with fur. Then I worked on each buttock and
finally returned to the low back. There I worked for a long time on his
back muscles. All the while Dan lay perfectly still and never said a word.
     "Now. Turn over and I'll do the other side." I said.
            He did not move and looked up sheepishly at me. I knew what the
problem was.  "Don't worry.  Every guy gets a hard on when they get a
massage. I always do myself. Just turn over." I continued.
     He slowly rolled over. His erection was standing tall, a good seven
inches buried in a nest of black hair. His face was red and he looked away.
     "Don't be embarrassed," I said.  "This happens all the time." I began
applying oil to his chest and neck.
     "I've never done anything like this before," he said.
            "Didn't you JO with a friend when you were young?"
     " Yes, My brother taught me how, but that was a long time ago."
     " Well, it's almost the same now, so don't worry about it."I assured
him.
     Dan lifted himself up on his elbows. "Do massages have sex in them?"
he asked.
            "Some do.  It depends on what guys want.  Do you want sex now?"
            "I don't know," he said. "I'm horny after all that rub down,
but I don't know."
     "Let me finish the massage and we'll talk about it."
     I worked on his pecs and abs and moved down to his stomach. I did a
circular massage on his stomach muscles and worked my way down to his
bush. My hand kept hitting against his stiff cock.  After working my
fingers into the bush hair for a few minutes I moved down to the front of
his hairy legs and worked on both of them, down to his feet again, and back
up his legs.  My hands kept bushing against his cock as I did his upper
thighs.
     Then before I spoke I wrapped my fingers around his cock and massaged
his balls with the other hand.  "Do you want me to bring you off?"
     "I'm not gay," he said.
     "Neither am I, but I sure love to finish my massages with a good
climax."
            "Do you cum every time you get a massage?" he asked.
     " Yes.  My masseur takes good care of me.  Some times he gives me oral
sex and often he fucks me."
     "Fucks you? he asked.  Does it hurt?"
     "Not if its done right.  He's big, as big as you are." I answered
while I gently worked his foreskin up and down.  He lay back and closed his
eyes. I continue to work on his balls and moved down to the hairy spot
under his balls. Then I bent down and took his cock in my mouth.  I smelled
the oil and the scent of his body and I felt my own erection growing.
     Then I lifted his legs back over his chest and moved my mouth down to
his balls.  I sucked on each ball for a moment and them took them both in
my mouth, running my tongue over them. He gasped as I moved my mouth down
to the spot under his balls.  He was very hairy there and I took the hairs
in my mouth and sucked hard.  Then I moved down close to his ass.
      By this time he was gasping and signing and under my complete
control. I ran my tongue down into his hairy crack and over his rose bud.
He had a strong man smell as I worked my tongue around his hole. The smell
was unoffensive and I pushed my mouth completely over his hole.  Then I
moved back to his cock. I rubbed his bush and massaged his balls and I felt
him thicken.  He began to moan and suddenly he lifted himself and pushed
down on my head.  I had all of him in my mouth.
     He cried out as he filled my mouth with his man seed.  I sucked and
pumped his cock until he began to soften. He lay gasping. I kept sucking
and massaging his balls and running my left hand up over his chest and
through his treasure trail.
     Finally he spoke.  "God.  That was wonderful.  I never felt anything
like that in my life."
            "I liked that too.  This does not mean you are gay. I give
massages to several of my married friends and we have sex all the time. We
are not gay. We just enjoy men and their bodies."
     He tried to sit up but I pushed him back. "Just lie there and relax
and unwind." I said.  After a few moments I told him to turn over on his
stomach again.  After he turned I worked his back muscles again and ran my
hands up and down his hairy thighs.
     "It doesn't hurt any more," he said.
            "Good.  Now I'm going to do something else to you that I think
you will like." I poured some oil on my hands and in his crack. I ran my
fingers through his hairy cleft and found his hole. I rubbed it and he
began to moan again. I gently pushed until the tip of my fingers entered
him.
     "That hurts," he said.
     "It will only hurt a minute or so." I explained.
               I worked my finger in deeper until I found his prostate.  I
rubbed it gently and told him to turn over on his back.  I kept my finger
on his prostate while he turned.  Then I leaned over and took his cock in
my mouth and continued to massage his prostate. He moaned and gripped the
side of the table. He locked his hairy legs around my head and shoulders
and lifted his ass to greet my probing finger.
     I felt him growing in my mouth.  I took my mouth off his cock and
buried my face in his bush absorbing deep breaths of his man smell.  His
cock was swelling in my left hand so I took his pole back in my mouth just
as he shot another heavy load. I rubbed his prostate a few minutes more
until he stopped cumming.  Then I released him and stood up.
     He lay on the table appearing to be almost unconscious and moaning
softly.  After a few moments he stopped moaning and lay still. Finally, he
opened his eyes and sat up.
     "I don't know what to say," he said.
            "Just thanks would be enough." I smiled as I spoke.
            "Thanks," he said smiling and sitting up right. He stood next
to the table and looked at his clothes piled on the chair.  I took a last
look at his body. It was perfect in every way. I could not help it, but I
said, "Thanks to you too. I really enjoyed that. You have a beautiful
body. Take care of it."
     "I will," he said reaching for his shoes. I watched him dress himself
slowly. When he was dressed I lead us back to my office. I sat down at the
desk and took out my check book and looked at the bill he had left on the
desk.
     "You don't have to pay." he said. "You have given me enough."
     I kept writing in the check book. I tore out a check with a healthy
tip and gave it to him.
     "There is one thing you can do for me," I said.
     "What?" he asked
     "Come back and see me again soon."
             He carried his tools to the door where he turned to me,
smiled, and said. "I will. What are you doing Saturday morning?"