Date: Sun, 18 Apr 1999 10:59:50 -0500
From: lccajun@hotmail.com
Subject: Sportscaster

	This story contains gay male/male sex.  If you are under age, this
type of story offends you or is prohibited by your country, state, county,
or local laws then do not continue beyond this point.

	This story is fiction.  Any simularity to persons and/or situations
expressed herein and actual people and/or events is purely coincidental.

	Circulation of this story for pleasure is granted by the author as
long as credit is given to the author and the disclaimer is attached.

	Your comments are welcomed at lccajun@hotmail.com , Have a great
day!! :-)

JC - Lake Charles, Louisiana - April, 1999

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SPORTSCASTER


	I didn't enjoy watching television all that much, nor did I enjoy
the news cast especially the sports portion of the program.  All that
changed when I looked up and saw the new sportscaster.  He looked to be in
his early to mid 20's, very blond hair cut just right to shape his boyish
face.  His deep voice drew me to raise the volume on the set and when they
came in for a close-up, those beautiful blue eyes looked into the camera,
and when he smiled it looked like he was smiling right at me.

	Each evening at 6:15 p.m., from that day forth I would make sure
that I was in front of the TV.  When the announcer would say, "Next up is
Mike Murphy with the Sports," I would settle in for that big smile and
sexy voice. I loved when he did the live remotes, he seemed more relaxed
and dressed a lot more comfortable in shorts and a shirt that showed off
his muscular torso.

	Tonight he was on location at the local college interviewing the
football coach;  Mike was wearing a T Shirt from the college and a pair of
running shorts.  At the end of the interview, Mike picked up a football
and threw the ball, he jumped up into the camera, giving everyone a great
look at his tight ass, although encased in his shorts, still a great kodak
moment.

	After a couple of weeks of watching Mike on the tube, I happened to
be talking to a neighbor who lived in the same apartment complex.  He
asked "Did you see our new neighbor yet?"  I told him that I had not.  "He
just moved into apartment 609, must be single, I haven't seen any women
around."  he continued, "I think he works for a TV station; I think I saw
him on the 6 o'clock news doing the sports."  My mouth dropped and I must
have almost screamed "You mean Mike Murphy?"  "Yeah, I think that's his
name."  The neighbor said.  "Did you say 609?" I remarked.  "Yeah 609, why
you know him?" he questioned.  "Well kinda, sorta." I stammered.

	For the next couple of days, I attempted to devise a plan on how to
bump into Mike Murphy.  Finally I took some of my mail and dropped it into
his mail box, hoping that he would bring it to me instead of just dropping
it back into my box.  About 7:30 that evening, my door bell rang, I looked
out the window.  It was him cropped T Shirt exposing his stomach, and a
pair of jogging shorts.  I raced to the door opening it almost
nonchalantly, saying something stupid like "Hi, can I help you?"  he just
outstretched his arm holding the mail and said "I think the mailman
screwed up and put your mail in my box."   "Thanks," I said, then said
"Say aren't you Mike Murphy from Channel 5?" "Yes, I am, thanks for
recognizing me."  he responded.  I said "You do a great job reporting the
sports, I watch you every night."  Thanks again, just call me Mike."  he
said while extending his hand.  "Nice meeting you, I'm Eric Powell."
Returning the handshake.  "Going jogging?"  I asked "Nah, maybe later, I
just need to have a drink, sit and un-wind a while."  Mike said.  "Well I
was just about to pour myself a drink, how about joining me?"  I said.
Much to my surprise, he said "Thanks, that sounds nice, let me run home
and change, this is bad dress for company."  "No!" I quickly said, "You
look just fine the way you are."  "Really, you don't need to change."

	As he stepped through the door, I gave him a quick look over.  Like
I said before, he was shorter than me, his blond hair was cut very neat
and combed just right.  His chest was broad and wide reminding me of a
college football player, his shoulders were wide with the rest of his
torso tapering down to a perfect waist.  Part of his stomach was exposed
revealing a hard tan six pack, his tanned skin disappeared into his
running shorts, where you could see the bulge of his dick waiting to be
released; and the outline of those hard buns of his great ass made me want
to reach out and touch someone, especially him.  I followed him into the
living room, watching him walk toward the chair, his legs matched his
stomach, hard and tan.  I was deep in thought about how good those legs
would feel wrapped around my head as I had this TV stud's cock stuffed
deep down my throat.  I was so deep in my day dream, that I almost missed
his comment about how much better my apartment looked than his.  I made
some sort of reply about how I was sure his apartment looked fine.  As he
sat in the chair he took his hand and adjusted his balls and dick, pushing
them to one side in his shorts.

	I just stood there, just looking before snapping back to realality,
asking Mike "What would you like to drink?"  "Anything is fine, I'll just
have what you are having."  he said.  I stepped into the kitchen, mixing
two Rum and Cokes; when I returned to the living room, I handed Mike his
drink, he took a sip and hummed how good it tasted.  "Tell me," I asked,
"How is it to work in TV?"  Mike answered, "It's fun, but the pay is
horrible for the amount of hours you gottta put in."  "To do this 6
o'clock news I have to be at work at about 9 in the morning and do stories
all day long."  "Then sometime I have to work late at night on special
stories."  He continued, "Of course it has it's benefits, I get into most
sporting events free, and get to meet lots of interesting people.

	I had moved to the chair opposite where he was sitting, and from my
vantage point I had a perfect view of Mikes basket laying along his thigh,
and the mound of balls resting below his rod.  After a few minutes of
small talk, Mike lifted his leg placing it over the arm of the chair, when
he did this, the material of his shorts tightened making the bulge in is
shorts only look bigger, and the bulge in mine getting harder to control.

	We continued talking about his job and mine, I discovered that Mike
was 24 years old, and was from Florida.  He had moved here after college
to take his first full time job at channel 5.  In college he had in fact
played football, and was on the wrestling team.  He grew up in a small
town in central Kansas.  He got interested in mass communication and
worked in a small radio station in his hometown, until going off to
college.  In college he worked part time in radio and TV mostly doing
sports and weather programs.  I asked the typical questions about school,
hobbies, ect.  I then asked "How about the woman in your life?"  He then
sort of changed the subject to something else.

	After about the third drink, Mike began to talk a little more freely
about his personal life, he said that he was on the rebound from a bad
relationship, and that he was not going to jump into another one any time
soon.  He continued to talk then said, "You know next time I fall in love
with someone, I just may try another guy."  I almost choked on my drink as
I exclaimed "What did you say?"  "Yeah" Mike said, "I just may let some
other guy swing on this big ole rod,"  he remarked as he cupped his balls
and dick through his shorts.  "Have you ever done it with another guy?"  I
asked.  "Oh sure, if a guy tells you he's never done it before, he's a bold
faced liar."  "You've done it before, haven't you Eric?"  "Yeah," I said;
"I've done it a few times myself."  Mike said "And it felt great ,didn't
it?"  "Most of the time it does", I responded.  "Tell me Mike what was
your most memorable time?"  "I've had a couple of those,"  he continued
"Probably the most memorable was during High School, there was this guy
who would give me blow jobs in the barn."  "One day he was sucking my
dick, when he asked me to fuck him."  " I lay him on top of the bales of
hay and screwed him until we both collaped from fatigue."  "We kept seeing
each other, until I left for college, I don't know what ever happened to
him."  Mike then asked, "What about you, I spilled my guts, tell me about
you favorite experience."  I said, "I don't know if I can top that story,
but the time I remember the most was one night when I was spending the
night at a friends house, we were both in the 11th grade, I woke up during
the night, with my friend's hand down the front of my underwear, jacking
me off, he then confessed that he wanted to give me a blow job."  "I told
him, I would let him suck me if he would let me do the same to him."  "We
spent the night in a 69 position, doing marathon blow jobs."  "You know, I
haven't heard from him since then either, I must not have been as good as
I thought."  I laughed.

	"Wow, all this sex talk has given me a hard on."  Mike said as he
groped his hardening cock.  "Me too," I replied.  "Mind if I take a leak?"
Mike asked.  "No, not at all," I said "The bathroom is right down,"  "I
know where it is."  Mike cut my sentence short.  "Remember my flat is just
like yours."  When he came back down the hallway, I heard him say  "I love
your choice of reading material in the bathroom." Oh no, I thought, I had
left one of my gay magazines in the bathroom.  As he came into the living
room, he held up the centerfold and said "I wouldn't mind having this
stud in bed on top of or under my body."

	Instead of Mike returning to his own seat, he sat down next to me on
the sofa.  I couldn't resist any longer, I took my hand and placed it
right on top of his hard dick, as I began to fondle his cock through the
material of his shorts, my other hand began to rub his uncovered leg.  he
moved his own hand up my chest around my shoulders and behind my neck, he
pulled me toward him, touching our lips together for the first time.  My
hand was now working its way up from Mikes thigh through the opening of
this shorts; my fingertips came in contact with the smooth skin of his
balls as I began to knead them with my hand one inside and one outside his
shorts.  My free hand then slipped between the waistband and his smooth
skin, and wrapped around Mikes enormous rod.

	Mike whispered, "Lets go to the bedroom, and get more comfy."  As he
stood, I said, "you lead the way, remember your apartment is just like
mine."  As we entered the bedroom, I reached for his shirt pulling it from
his chest over his head and threw it on the chair.  His chest was even
more beautiful then I imagined, it was smooth, void of any hair, his pecs
seemd to call my hands to them, as I gently rubbed each of his shoulders
and toward his nipples which stood erect to my touch.  I leaned forward
and gently sucked each into my mouth.  I lightly pinched each tit then
moved my hands slowly on their journey down Mikes body pausing at his hard
stomach marveling at its washboard experior.  I took my fingers and placed
them between the waistband of his shorts and skin.  I began to slowly pull
his shorts down, his balls appeared, as large as golf balls, and shaved
smooth, oh how good these would feel sucked into my hot mouth.  I
continued to move the clothes down running my hands around each of this
runners hard legs.  As he kicked off his shoes and shorts, my hands found
their way up those tight buns of Mikes great ass.  It took no time for me
to shed my own duds and push Mike back onto the bed.  As I crawled on top
of him our bodies were like electricity, I could feel the current run
between our torsos as we collapsed on the bed, once again our lips met
this time in a long lingering kiss.

	As I lay on top of Mike, I outstretched his arms above his head and
began to kiss my way down his bronzed body, his neck, how young his skin
felt and tasted; My tongue explored his smooth chest wetting each of his
nipples making them hard, hearing Mikes moans of pleasure much to my
delight.  As I straddled Mikes body savoring it, I could feel our dicks
intermingle together, and our bodies fuse into one.  I worked my way from
Mikes' delicious chest to his hard rippling six pack, then at last to his
immense dick.  As I approached this stiff shaft standing erect from his
body, my lips parted allowing the velvet head to enter my mouth; I tasted
the sweet pre-cum mixed with the salt from his body as my mouth stretched
around the huge head.  As I began to suck Mikes' cock, I felt hands on my
own dick, then I felt him lift my body and turn it around giving him
access to my hard rod.  I felt my balls being washed by his tongue, and
the head being licked like a kid eating an ice cream cone.  Each time I
would take Mikes dick down my throat, Mike would swallow my own cock.  The
whole time mike was sucking my dick, his finger was exploring my ass hole,
each time he would pull me foward finger fucking me as he forced my dick
deep down his hot throat.

	I wanted this stud to fuck me and fuck me hard.  I moved back up his
body, and whispered in his ear.  "Mike, I want you to bury that big dick
of yours up my hot love chute."  he moaned with ecstasy as he turned his
body laying on top of me.  I lifted my legs over his shoulders as I felt
the bulb of his dick against the entrance to my fuck hole.  He began to
push, this was the largest dick I ever allowed to fuck me; there was pain
at first, then the numbness, then the thrill, then the satisfaction.  I
could feel every wrinkle of his massive dick as he began to pump harder
and faster, before long his entire 9 inches crammed up my hot hole, and
was screwing me like I'd never been fucked before.  I would feel his big
balls slap against my butt each time he would thrust forward.  After about
20 minutes of this hot action, Mike quickened his pace as he was about to
shoot.  I felt his body stiffen and begin to shutter as I felt the warmth
of Mikes cum spill into my body, without any warning and for the first
time ever I shot my wad all over my chest, even striking my own chin,
without even having my hand on my dick.  After this action we collapsed in
each others arms.

	Afte dozing off for a while, I awoke to Mike fondling my dick and
balls, he lay between my spread legs licking my thigh and balls.  My dick
had already sprung to action and was rock hard once again.  As Mike moved
his tongue from the base of my balls to the shaft of my dick, he would
take my balls in his mouth and gently suck on them.  He continued to
stroke my dick in long slow movements, along with moving his strong hands
across my stomach, and massaged my chest.

	Mike moved up laying his body on top of mine. Our dicks
inter-mingling with each others, We began to kiss each other with passion,
allowing our bodies to speak our desires.  I reached around Mike and
pulled our bodies closer together, feeling the hardness and the heat of
Mikes body on mine as we rolled about the bed.  Mike's body so athletic
and solid yet so smooth, and soft.  Each time I looked up into his steel
blue eyes I wished that this night could last forever.  Before this dawn
broke we sucked each other twice more with even more zeal than the first
time earlier that day.  We took a shower together, taking turns sucking
dicks with the water cascading between our bodies.  Mike was getting
dressed to leave for work about 8 o'clock.  Mike said, "Eric, you have a
great personality, great body, give great head. and fuck better than
anyone I've had before; Can we get together again this evening and every
evening for a long time?"  This came as such a shock, but a pleasant
surprise.  I answered quicker than he could finish the sentence "Yes!" "I
love you, and would love to have you forever."

	Now each evening at 6:14 p.m., I'm glued in front of the TV, when
the announcer says, "Now here is Mike Murphy with the sports," I watch
very closely, because sometime during the sportscast Mike will give a
little wink to the camera, that's his way of saying "Hello Eric, I love
you."  He moved into my apartment, together, sharing our lives with each
other. End of story; I think not.