From: b1btlw40 <kevin.mackenzie@sympatico.ca>
Subject: REPOST: Cable Man (M/M)
Date: 29 Jan 98 19:44:22 +0500
The following story contains sexual activity between men.If this offends
either your personal sensitivities or the laws of your city,state or country
read no further!
THE CABLE MAN
Never let it be said that cable television is more trouble
than it's worth. My experience with the local cable company has
convinced me that my $10 a month is now a payment made
gratefully.
Several weeks ago, I discovered for about the thirteenth
time that my cable connection was shot. This was especially
irritating, since I knew that it meant that I'd have to take a
day off from work to wait for the repair person to get here to
fix it.
On the day my repair visit was scheduled, I was not in the
best of moods anyway. Things had been rough on the job and I was
tired of the whole thing. When the doorbell rang at 4:45, I'd
just about given up on seeing anyone and was dreading arranging
another appointment. Well, I thought, at least it'll be over
with.
I opened the door to a muscular man in his early thirties,
with skin-tight levis and a dirty white tank top. Hmmm, I
thought, at least he'll be alright to look at. He soon was
working on the cable connections without so much as a word.
Asshole, I thought. You know, I was right.
After about ten minutes, he murmured that he had to get
something in the truck. Being as impressed with his body as I
was, I made sure that I got to the window to look down and see
him bending over into the truck to reach for something or
another. My impressions were a bit deflated when I saw the
latest issue of Penthouse lying on the dash of his truck. Oh
well, that's the story of my life these days.
He returned shortly and resumed his work. Straight or not,
I said to myself, that man's got one of the hottest asses I've
ever seen. When he asked if he could use the toilet, I was hard
pressed to get an answer out. Just the thought of that hunk of
masculinity holding his pissing dick in my bathroom had my head
spinning.
I finally managed to say sure, and to my amazement, he went
in and started pissing without even closing the door. Jesus
Christ, I thought to myself, I'd be an idiot to miss this sight.
I managed to get myself together enough to put on a look of
nonchalance and started for the hallway, where I'd stroll by the
bathroom with all the casual attitude I could muster.
As I got near the door, I heard the stream stopping. Damn!
Well, maybe I'll still get to see him shaking those last few
drops off. Well, shaking it was not exactly what my eyes took in
when I finally got to the door. He stood there with those tight
levis stuffed down around his knees, with one hand on his donkey
dick and the other caressing those beautiful buns of his.
Not surprisingly, I lost my attitude when I saw this sight
and could do nothing but stand there with my mouth open. When he
noticed me standing there, he startled and grabbed for his pants.
"Not so fast," I managed to croak out as I made my move for this
semi-naked stud. I grabbed his hardening dick with one hand and
started rubbing his asscheeks with the other. "I see I'm not the
only one who needed a service call today."
He certainly was caught by surprise, because he still acted
like he thought he should pull up his pants and run. Sensing his
hesitation/fear, I took control of the situation without delay
and forced his head down toward the bowl. His groan did little
more than get me even more excited, and with that hairy butthole
staring me in the face now, there was no turning back.
I quickly leaned over and started chewing on those lovely
cheeks, and the tension drained from his body like magic. I
removed my other hand from his now very hard 8" cock in order to
untie the string on my sweatpants and push them off. Seeing
this, he grabbed for my dick, but I pushed him away and said,
"when I'm ready for you to have my cock, it's going to be felt
right here," and I bit at the tender skin surrounding his hole.
"Follow me," I said and led him from the toilet to the
living room, with both of us pulling off our remaining clothes.
"Let's just see if you've done your job or not." The cable was
connected thru the VCR, so I said I wanted to see if he'd
connected it correctly or not. Dropping my favorite jerkoff
flick into the machine, we were off and running.
Hoping I hadn't ruined the mood by taking the time to get
the fuck film going, I turned to look at my afternoon delight.
Sure enough, that eight incher was still hard as a rock, and mine
was a close comparison. He stood there with his mouth open and
his hand on his cock, so I put him to work. Bending him over
again, I positioned his mouth over my dripping dick and began
working his asshole over again.
His rythym of stroking his own dick was increasing quickly,
so I decided to change the scenery before he exploded without
proper stimulation. I pushed him away as I stood up and
positioned myself at his butthole. After his sucking my rod and
my rimming his ass, I didn't worry about getting the lube. He
grabbed for the table the TV sat on when I bent him over, and he
was surrounded by fucking from front and back.
I could see the video over his head, and was getting lost
between reality and the motion on the screen. When the bearded
stud on the film threw the biker's legs up and shoved his
glistening fat cock into him, I did the same with my sweaty
repair man. He was watching the film too, because as the biker
reached down and started really yanking on his fucker's balls, so
did my man. He started twisting my nuts along with his pulling,
and I was really getting hot. I started slapping his asscheeks
with no restraint, as he now played with both of our balls.
In a matter of minutes, the bearded hunk of man pulled out
of his biker and sprayed cum all over him, shooting as far as his
face. I could take no more, and I gave the cable man one more
smack on the ass as I pulled out. My movement made both our nuts
pull even tighter, and I was shooting as my exploding cock came
blowing out of his asshole, spraying white hot dick juice on his
balls, his ass, and all over his back. Just as the last
throbbing spurts were firing, he spun around with a really loud
moan, shooting jism on the TV, the carpet, and then me. I
grabbed his balls, as he'd had mine, and the volume of both his
screams and his explosion more than doubled. I got creamed on my
dick, my face, and even under my arms.
I grabbed his head, pulling him to me, and wiped the cum off
of my chest with his face. His hot tongue washed me into another
hard on, as he stopped at one of my tits and started biting for
all he was worth. I lifted my leg to push him away and kicked
him in the balls for added emphasis. His renewed hard on bounced
against my leg, and he moaned with pain and pleasure. With that
I started slugging at his cock with my fist, and he only bit my
tit harder.
I reached around and stuck four fingers into his cum-soaked
asshole, and he spun around to take more. Both of us were
drenched in sweat and breathing like a couple of tired wrestlers.
I grabbed his throbbing meat and squeezed with a vengeance. He'd
worked his mouth around to my cock again, and was scrubbing the
spunk off of it with his teeth.
The sudden change in mood had me really hot, but I wasn't at
all ready for his springing free from my ass hold and thrusting
that huge dick into my dry ass. The pain, my surprise, and the
sexual friction between us had me beyond control. My asshole was
on fire, and the only thing to put it out was a heavy load of
cock cream. I backed onto him with powerful lunges, and in
seconds he was screaming in orgiastic ecstasy. With the feel of
those cum bullets shooting inside of me, I had no power over the
rush surging thru my nuts. Without even touching my dick, it
erupted with shot after shot of thick cum.
I fell on the floor, exhausted, but satisfied, and I soon
had my cable man on top of me, both of us panting like dogs. I
dragged him to the shower, and we spent the rest of the evening
watching my repaired cable service and...