Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 12:40:15 -0400
From: my dog6066 <mydog6066@gmail.com>
Subject: Admiring the Mover

ADMIRING THE MOVER
by Thor and Rocco
http://thorandrocco.wordpress.com/

Hey men.

So there is a new guy/girl couple moving in down the hall today.?I was
walking down to the trash shoot and could see the girl hustling back and
forth.

After she entered her apartment, out comes a dolly, with 2 guys (movers I
presume) pushing the cart along.?My eyes popped out of my head. Let me
describe:

Guy/man/dude #1-> irish type, bald head, trimmed beard, 28ish, tank Tshirt,
cut off jean shorts, workboots with low socks, diamond earring in one ear,
ripped arms (thin, but cut) and plenty of blond hair coming from his arm
pits.

Guy/man/dude #2-> Italian, thick, black, short hair, 31ish, one of those
old, Gold?s gym, muscle shirts, gold chain with a cross, work boots with
black socks, unbelievable ripped chest, decent arms and huge sholders with
a tat of SQR (Roman Empire seal) on his left arm. Trimmed arm pits and
dark, olive skin.?Is it possible to ejaculate without touching yourself?
Well I almost did in the 30 seconds in which I viewed these 2 man studs.

So I make it a point to bring trash back and forth from my apartment to the
trash room. Remember, I am having my bathroom construction done (see my
last post) so I have an excuse to bring stuff every 10 minutes or so
without looking like a weirdo.

After passing them for the 3rd time I give them a ?hey guys, what?s up??
dude nod. They acknowledge me with a kinda of being cool, but a little
hesitant. They may be on to the fact that I am gay since I might have been
caught checking out the Italian guy before I realized he caught me. No
issue, I just played it cool (at least in my head).

So after 1 hour of this back and forth, I saw #2 in the elevator (I know
they were using it to bring the dolly back and forth so I conveniently
decided to use it on the off chance we would be in there together).

So I walked down the stairs and made off like I was getting my mail. Then
watched #2 come back in to our small elevator with the dolly. Irish guy
(#1) needed to move the moving truck (meter maids), so Italian guy was
coming back up to the elevator, which is where I conveniently made sure I
was waiting for.

?Hey man, still workin??? I said. He said ?Ya, just hot as a bitch
today?. He seemed more friendly now since his Irish bud was not with us.

The elevator comes and we both get on. I make sure that I am sandwiched (or
should I say manwiched) in between him so the dolly could fit. I mean, I
was right up again him. Hot day, I could smell him. He face was dripping
and I could actually inhale his body odor. To be clear on what I mean:

This was not gross guy who didn?t shower for 7 days living under a bridge.

This was hot man, working hard, deodorant not quite working, muscles
flexing, straight guy smell.

So we are making small talk and since I know that he caught me before
checking him out AND that Irish guy was not with us, I decided to be a
little more bold. ?Man, do you get like that from being a mover? I asked in
a sort of man-to-man (not to gay) but maybe a little gay way.??Yeah, it
defintly helps me get like this? (he looked at his biceps as if to show
me). I respond: ?I feel like a fat pig looking at those guns of yours?Shit
man look at you?!?He flexes them for me and says ?these guns?? and
laughs.?I say ?I mean look at the cuts in your arms right there? I point
with my finger, not touching him, acting like I was afraid to touch without
permission (which I was), but giving him the opportunity to give me
permission. I kept acting like I wanted to point out cuts in his arms but
was having a ?hard time? doing so without being able to say ?here and
here?.?Once he realized that I was ?unable? to articulate myself about what
I meant about his arms, he said ?it?s cool man, you can touch them?.

Without saying anything more, I touched and squzzed his arm and my eyes
widened. ?Shit man, those guns are like steel!? He flexes them even more
and says ?yeah, their pretty cool? all the while I continue to feel his
arms up. I now understand that he likes to be worshipped. He absolutely
should be and deserves to be.?Pushing the envelope now (so keep in mind,
this all happened in about 1.5 minutes) I say ?is your chest like that
too?? He immediately does one of those poses to flex his chest and kinda
pushes towards me like he wants me to feel his pecs also. Since he already
let me grab his arm, the line had already been crossed. I reached out and
felt his pec and as I suspected, it was like a firm globe. I even felt his
tit ? all the while he continued to flex to ensure it was at its optimal
peak.

Now at this point, I have a raging hard-on under my shorts. I am hiding it
the best I can behind the dolly.

The elevator opens and we get off on the same floor.??Come by man for a
quick bottle of water and you can use the bathroom if you need to? (knowing
he was sweating and that he probably had no place to take a piss). Thanks
man.

He follows me into my apartment. I tell him to bring the dolly in (my
reasoning is so that the neighbor wouldn?t see it in the hall and come
looking AND that Irish dude would not come looking.)

I give him a water, he says thanks, then uses the bathroom. He leaves the
door open a crack and I can see his relfection on the mirror as he takes
his man-meat out. As suspected, it is UNcut, not very long, but thick as a
beer can.

I am not sure (nor will ever be) if he purposely left the door slightly
open to show off or if that is just something that straight men do.

Anyway, he is looking around the bathroom while he is finishing his final
dick shake and looks in the mirror and sees me looking at him from outside
the bathroom. I continue to look and he now sees that I am not looking at
his eyes, but at his beer can dick. I don?t stop staring, and he continues
to shake his dick. He looks at me in the mirror, looks down at this dick,
looks back at me, then back at his dick. He is not talking and I am not
talking but he is saying to me via his eyes: ?so you like my dick? You want
this??

He now knows that I am a cock sucker gay guy. I don?t touch myself because
I don?t want him to get freaked out and bolt. I want him to know that he is
a fucking god and I am lucky that he is showing me his thick cock ? even if
only through a mirrored reflection ? I am so fucking lucky.

I get closer to the bathroom, all the while not taking my eyes off of his
dick. He continues to shake it but now it has turned more into a stroking
and he is getting hard. It is longer than I thought. He was a grower. He
does not attempt to hide it or turn away as I get closer to the door. I
push the door open slowly and he keeps looking at his dick and he sees that
I am like no chick he has been with.

He sees that I am the real deal. I know how to appreciate him. His arms,
his man smell, his chest, his dark skin, his man-meat. Most girls would be
grossed out that he was just finishing taking a piss. Not me. It was the
most manly, beautiful transition ? from pissing to shaking to erect. I saw
the whole thing and he knew that I was in awe. He actually was getting
harder knowing that I was acting like I was drugged by him. I didn?t smile,
I didn?t giggle like some girl, I didn?t say anything. I acted all
serious. This was serious shit. I was in the presence of this
once-in-a-lifetime straight guy that was beyond hot. There was nothing
funny about it.

I walk in and I kneel down on the floor in front of the vanity. He turns
away from the toilet and points his now hard dick at my face. He says ?is
this what you been looking for?? I nod like the cock hungry fagot that he
suspected I was.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue in the same fashion as when a
doctor says ?say aaa?.

He pushes his dick in my mouth. He knows what he is doing. He puts his hand
on the back of my head to ensure maximum deepness down my throat. He knows
that he has a beautiful penis and it should be full appreciated down to the
root. I do not care that I have a slight gag reflect. He is so fucking
awesome that (for whatever magic reason) I no longer have this issue. I am
able to take him fully, actually feeling his pee-slit touch the back of my
throat.

I suck it and swallow all the juice associated with an uncut cock?my
saliva, his precum. He sees that I have no issue with being forced deep
throated, so he ups the anty. He starts saying ?so, are all you fagotts
this good? You like sucking my dick you fuckin? queer, don?t you?? I
respond not by nodding or saying yes, but by sucking his dick harder and
with increased suction. He sees that using me and abusing my throat gets me
to give him an even better blow job ? so he likes it. He is clearly
straight, but now sees the benefits of a queer cocksucker. He can use me in
anyway he likes (similiar to the straight porn girls he probably jerks off
to, less the cat girl finger nails) without any drama or bullshit. Hell, I
haven?t even touched myself because I know he does not want to see my
dick. It would then become gay for him and that is not what this is about.

Since him and I both know that time is at a premium, we have to wrap it
up. He continue the assault on my throat until he starts to get close. I
put my hand under his shirt and feel his pecs and play with his left
nipple. He goes nuts. ?You like my massive chest? Ha? you like it? you
fuckin? faggot? ha? Suck my FUCKIN? dick!!?

So I up it and put my other hand on his other tit doing the same. I am now
sucking him purely with my mouth, no using my hand to help. He can?t take
it any more and starts heaving and grabing the back of my head while he
pumps hard. Straight guys getting ready to come is so hot. To my surprise
he doesn?t come while pumping my mouth. He thrust 2 or 3 times then stops
with his dick at its maximum depth down my throat. My faces is buried in
his sweaty man pubes and he releases. I feel 3-4 shots hitting the back of
my throat and I swallow. He shot so far down my throat that I didn?t even
taste it in my mouth. He keeps it there until he is fully relieved. Pats me
on my face like a dog and says ?thanks faggot?.



He zips up, grabs his dolly and leaves.

I am still on the floor in kneeling postion. I undo my pants, take out my
(now sticky) rod and relive in my mind what just happened. I come in under
3 minutes all over the bathroom floor.

I will definitly jerk off again tonight, just thinking about him.