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From: an175282@anon.penet.fi (Jack_Forester)
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Date: Thu,  2 Feb 1995 23:45:44 UTC
Subject: Installation Special (m/m)
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Thanks for the positive comments following my first
post. -JF

The following story contains acts of consensual sex
between adult men.  It is a work of pure fiction.  Any
similarity to real persons or events is purely
coincidental.



INSTALLATION SPECIAL
 by Jack Forester

It was 4:40 and I was really angry.  I couldn't believe
that I'd spent the entire afternoon waiting for
somebody from the cable company to hook up my TV.  "Why
can't they give you a better idea of when they're going
to come than just 'morning' or 'afternoon'," I
complained to myself out loud.  Just then, the doorbell
rang.  "At last," I sighed and answered the door.  I
must of had a pretty irate expression on my face,
because immediately after identifying himself, the
cable technician began to profusely apologize for being
late.  "The last customer of the day usually feels
pretty inconvenienced. The company schedules service
calls like this, but usually I'm the one to suffer the
customer's wrath," he said good naturedly. "You won't
hold the lateness of the day against me, will you?" he
continued.  His easy going nature soon had me in a much
better mood.  Besides that, he was really good looking.
He was in his mid-twenties, maybe two or three years
younger than me.  Thick, sandy blond hair crowned his
head: it had a casual, slightly unkept appearance, like
he didn't really care that much how he looked.  His
handsome face was perfectly accented by the soft blond
growth of a two-day beard.  His build wasn't bad
either.  He looked lean and muscular, but wasn't
hulking.  A well-shaped ass was covered by the mottled
blue fabric of his tight stonewashed jeans.  I couldn't
help but imagine what it would feel like to bury my
shaft between those firm buns.  I shifted my weight to
hide my quickly hardening cock.

In no time, he had the cable connected and was ready to
leave.  Without thinking, I quickly suggested that,
since I was his last hook-up for the day, maybe he'd
like to stay for a few minutes and join me for a beer.
I didn't really think anything was going to happen, but
I just couldn't resist trying to spend a little more
time with this handsome stud.  To my surprise, he
hardily accepted.  In short order, we had quaffed a
couple of beers each.  I started getting up to get
myself another beer and asked him if he wanted another.
As I reached for his glass, he grabbed my forearm with
a tight grip, and said, "Why did you ask me to stay
after I finished?"  From the serious tone of his voice,
I wasn't sure why he was asking me this.
"I...uh...just thought I would be friendly and ask you
to join me for a beer," I said, fearing that he might
be upset and angry if I told him the real reason, my
strong attraction to him, for my invitation.  "Oh," he
said with a bit of disappointment in his voice, "I was
hoping that it was because you're as attracted to me as
I am to you."  That was all I needed to hear.  I pulled
his muscular body to mine in a tight embrace.  Our
mouths met in a passionate kiss, each of us exploring
the other's mouth with a hot, probing tongue.  We
ground our hips together.  I could feel the growing
bulge in his crotch.  I too was becoming rock hard.
His mouth tasted so good, I almost felt like we could
go on like this forever.  Almost.  I knew how I wanted
this scene to go, so I decided now was the time to take
charge.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.  His sturdy
chest was covered with downy blond hair.  Starting at
his broad shoulders, I ran my hands down his chest and
flat muscular stomach.  At my touch, his nipples became
hard, begging to be sucked.  I obliged them, taking
them into my mouth, licking and gently biting them.  As
I worked on his tits with my mouth, I wrapped one hand
around that firm ass of his, the other worked its way
up his inner thigh to his burgeoning crotch.  I grabbed
his balls and then his hard-on through the denim of his
jeans.  He began to gently moan.  I unzipped his jeans.
Looking like a ripe plum, the enormous purple head of
his cock was peaking out over the waistband of his
briefs.  I quickly freed his beefy member from its
fabric confines.  This stud was going to be a mouthful
and I hoped I was up to the challenge: his log must
have been eight inches long and very thick.  Big,
heavy, cum-filled balls hung below his thick sausage.
After helping him remove the rest of his clothes, I
lead him to the bedroom and had him lay down on the
bed.  I proceeded to slowly remove my own clothes,
seductively rubbing my own muscular body as I did so.
"Oh yeah...oh yeah," my new friend kept repeating as I
continued my display, "you look so hot."  "The feeling
is definitely mutual," I said.  At that I climbed in
bed between his legs and began licking my way up his
inner thighs.  The musky masculine smell of his crotch
turned me on even more.  One at a time I took his big
hairy balls in my mouth and rolled them around with my
tongue.  I licked my way up his throbbing shaft,
finally running my tongue around the sensitive ridge of
the swollen purple head.  A trickle of precum was
oozing from his slit; I quickly took care of it,
getting my first delicious taste of this stud's juice.
I proceeded to take as much of his meaty staff into my
mouth as I could.  Unfortunately, because of his size,
I couldn't take it all.  Judging by his moans as I
worked his dick in and out of my mouth like a piston,
he didn't seem to mind that I couldn't swallow his
entire dong.  To keep him going as long as I could,
each time I sensed he was about to come, I backed off
and sucked his balls for a few minutes.  Finally, he
couldn't take it anymore.  Despite his bucking and
writhing in pleasure, I managed to keep his tool in my
mouth.  Suddenly, he let out a loud guttural cry and
filled my mouth with what seemed like gallons of his
hot creamy jism.  I swallowed every drop and milked his
rod for all it was worth.

Well, we both enjoyed that blow job, but by now my own
cock was begging for attention, and I knew where to
find it.  I rolled my companion (who still seemed to be
in a state of cloudy euphoria) onto his belly and
lifted his hips off the bed.  I took a few minutes to
enjoy those muscular haunches of his: I massaged them,
licked them, kissed them, I even gently bit them.  I
spread his athletic buns to reveal his puckering
asshole.  His anus looked nice and clean, so I decided
to have a taste of backdoor doughnut.  Starting at his
pendulous balls, I repeatedly ran my tongue up and down
his crack before focusing my attention on his asshole.
I probed the puckering opening with my tongue,
penetrating my new found friend as far as I could.  He
was obviously enjoying the attention, as his massive
member was quickly hardening once again.  At this point
I knew we were both ready.

I grabbed a jar of vaseline from beside the bed and
spread a generous amount of the slippery goo on his
crack.  With my index finger, I applied a small amount
of pressure to his asshole.  At my touch, he relaxed
his sphincter and my finger easily entered his rectum;
I knew we would both enjoy this fuck.  I rubbed my
throbbing meat up and down his grease covered groove to
lubricate it, and in the process made it grow even
hotter and harder than it was before.  This was even
too much for my butt-fuck buddy.  "Do it Jack," he
cried, "Fuck my asshole.  I need to feel your cock deep
inside me."  How could I resist an invitation like
that?  I quickly lined up my rod and, holding his hips
for support, I shoved my fleshy sword up his hole in
one smooth movement .  I think we both let out a gasp.
His ass was so hot and tight around my dick; the
feeling was incredible.  Once again I massaged his
muscular ass with my hands, saying, "Your ass feels so
good," in a deep moaning voice.  Still buried to the
balls in his ass, I applied a liberal amount of
lubricant to his huge cock.  As I began to pump in and
out of his snug hole, I started jacking his meat with
my hand.  With my other hand I massaged as much of the
rest of his hard body as I could.  In no time, I was in
a fucking frenzy, pumping faster and harder in and out
of his tight asshole.  I occasionally let my cock slip
all the way out of his asshole, running it up and down
his crack before reinserting it up his ass.
Uncontrollably I began to grunt like a rutting buck.
My companion, too, was making a lot of noise; when he
wasn't moaning "Fuck me Jack.  Fuck me hard.  Harder,"
he made a throaty "Ahh, ahh, ahh" groan with each of my
powerful thrusts.  It wasn't long before we both
couldn't take any more.  The cable man started to come,
shooting viscous ropes of semen all over the bed
sheets.  Simultaneously, his ass tightened around my
tool like a vice.  This sent me over the edge and I
screamed as I began coating his bowels with my thick
creamy seed.  Both exhausted, we collapsed in a sweaty
heap.  I felt my cock slip from his tight ass as we
both drifted off to sleep, my arms wrapped around his
warm body.

Josh the cable man often comes for service now, but I
don't have to wait around for him.  Usually he's
waiting for me in bed when I get home from work!
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