Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 20:27:50 -0500
From: Laminate Floors <laminatefloors@outlook.com>
Subject: The Cable Man Comes Over

This is a work of gay fiction containing scenes of sex between consenting
males. If this offends you stop reading now. If you are under age stop
reading now. If it is illegal to read this in the country where you live,
stop reading now and move. This work is under copyright to the author and
can not be used or reprinted without the author's written consent. This is
a work of fantasy, please always practice safe sex in real life. This is my
first time writing a story for Nifty. If you have feedback, please let me
know: brototiller@gmail.com


The Cable Guy


I moved in to a new apartment recently . The place is brand new with all
the upgrades: granite counters, stainless steel appliances, contemporary
hardwood floors and all that stuff. Moving was a bit of an arduous task
with everything packed, shipped and unpacked with the utmost of care.
Though the movers scratched the dining room table, but it was a minor
scratch and not worth raising a concern about.

As a professional early 30's guy I was just settling in to my new groove.
31, black hair and brown eyes with olivine skin that reflected afternoons
on the patio and weekends on a friend's boat. A little beefy with meaty
pecs that stuck out through my shirt, I was no slouch at the gym. It was
time to start afresh in a new place.

I called customer service to set up my new internet service. "Thank you for
your order! We'll have a technician out to hook up your service between
10am and 4pm on Tuesday" not one to argue with a lowly customer service
agent who was just doing her job, I elected to take Tuesday off of work as
a personal day.

I went to the gym early in the morning on Tuesday and really worked my pecs
hard. I was listening to STRFKR radio on my phone and it was a great work
out. Feeling really pumped, I noticed the clock said 10:15. I had to get
showered, changed, and home in time to get to the early part of the Cable
tech's appointment window. In the gym I peeled off my sweaty gym shorts in
the locker room. A hot man in his early 40's with slightly salted pepper
hair stared a little too long as the shorts hit the ground followed by my
sweaty jockstrap. "Mmmm, if only" I casually thought to myself. I showered
in a single stall spending a few minutes too long thinking about Mr. Salt
and Pepper who was probably still lingering in the lockerroom. But
appointments are appointments and I had a place to be. I quickly changed
into my standard day off uniform Ð khaki cargo shorts and a gray
t-shirt.

I got home shortly before 11am and made myself a protein shake. As I was
shaking the plastic container I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway
mirro - The vigorous thrusting back and forth of the protein shake in my
hand made my bicep pop and look gargantuan. As I was study the gyration of
each vein I was suddenly brought back to earth by the buzzing of my phone
on the counter.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, this is Doug, With the cable company. I'm here to set up your
internet"

"Oh, you're here right on time Ð press 111 on the keypad and I'll buzz
you in"

"Cool Ð see ya soon"

I buzzed Doug in and quickly ran back to the mirror to make sure I was
presentable Ð tussled my fingers through my hair and sinced my shorts
down ? of an inch Ð to give the low rise look.  I heard a pronounced
knock at the door.

I opened the door and my breath was taken away.  Standing in front of me
was a giant slab of meat of a man. He was 6'1 or 6'2 a man with tree trunks
legs in his khaki pants and under his cable company polo shirt were two
biceps that were busting through the seams of sleeves. His arms were the
size of two water melons at his sides. My eyes were drawn to his guns Ð
and the strain of the fabric of his polo to keep his arms contained. He had
black short cropped hair with a patch of gray at each temple. His chin had
a little bit of a cleft. His jaw was strong and chiseled. This man in his
early 40's oozed sex. Oozed strength. Oozed masculinity.  In the quick
second of opening my door and processing of this information, I introduced
myself and asked him to come in. As the door shut behind us, his tool belt
hung low dragging down his khakis right above his perfectly formed ass.

"The cable jack is over here" I stammered, trying to compose myself. He got
down on his knees and started to set up the cable mode. As he was screwing
the coax cable on the cable box, I saw his giant arms flex and bulge as he
kept screwing the wire. Standing over him I had the best view as his polo
began to ride up the small of his back, expose his meaty torso and the top
of his ass. His creamy white skin was flecked with little black hairs. I
began to get very hard, my cock becoming engorged and starting to throb in
my briefs.

Doug turned around and was at eye level with my erection. "Well, that's a
sight to behold" he said. He took the back of his massive forearm and wiped
some beads of sweat from his forehead.  "Maybe, I should be holding itÉ"
this sent my mind racing and dizzy Ð could this be happening? Did he
really say that?

Doug slowly rose to his feet. He made deep eye contact with me and leaned
in and placed his mouth directly on mine. His breath tasted hot and vaguely
of spearmint. His tongue lapped around mind as our mouths locked. His had
drew down to my shorts and he began to rub my throbbing cock along the
outside of my shorts. I placed my hand on the growing bulge that was
forming inside of his khakis. While Doug's tongue was forcefully exploring
my mouth, I unblocked his belt and unzipped his pants. We broke our kiss as
I looked down to pull back his cotton briefs. My prize was a 7" cut cock
with the fattest head. Pronounced veins ran up and down the shaft. A
glistening drop of precum was forming at his piss split.

I quickly dropped to my knees and pushed his head in to my mouth. Doug let
out a guttural sigh. I started to lick and suck fiercely, getting all of it
down my throat until his thick bush of dark pubic hair was at my face. I
took one hand and cupped his balls and rolled them in my hand while
sucking. Looking up Doug lifted his polo off his chest exposing a thicket
of dark black hair coating his perfectly formed chest. His pecs and biceps
bulbed out, having been freed of their black fabric prison. Doug gently
placed his arms in my armpits and drew me to my feet. He quickly peeled off
my tee shirt and began sucking my hard nipple. Has hand worked my cock with
my hands cupped his right bicep. He gave a few flexes which made my cock
twitch and begin to severely leak.

Doug grabbed me by the hips and threw me on the couch. He stood over me and
took the rest of my clothes off. He then got on his knees and lifted my
knees in the air. He buried his buttchin in my ass crack. His stubble
tickled my cheeks as his tongue pushed against my puckered hole. He forced
his tongue in. My eyes rolled back in to my head as waves of pleasure shot
through every nerve in my body. Me made loud lapping sounds and began to
moan as he continued to flick his tongue and in and out of my ass.  As I
began pushing back on him with my ass muscles he slipped his giant index
finger in to my hole.  While he did this I stared deep in to his dark
colored eyes as sweat beads began to pour down his face and drip on to my
chest. Another finger was added. I could feel my hole continue to
stretch. Finally a third finger was in me. Sweat began to mat down some of
his chest hair as he withdrew his fingers.

Doug stepped back and spit on his cock. His fat cockhead was glistening and
reflecting light off the mix of precum and his spit.  He took his cock and
set it against my hole and leaned down and gave me a deep long kiss. My
hands cupped his pecs and felt his chest. I felt him push the head of his
cock into my eager hole. It stretched around the massive mushroom cap of a
head of his. I threw my head back and groaned. The pain was intense. Doug
began kissing and licking my neck. Slowly he continued to push inside me. I
could feel each vein as he continued to slowly penetrate me. He continued
to lick my neck as I felt him bottom out Ð the entire length of his
engorged cock was now in me and his thick black pubic hair was tickling my
ass.

We locked eyes as he began to pull out. He pulled back just enough so the
edge of his fat cockhead was just at my hole. He pushed back in to me
causing me to moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we pressed our
chests together as he increased the pace and began to fuck me. The sweat
between skin made his black thicket of chest hair matted and damp. He
continued to fuck me rhythmically. I grabbed on to his bicep and felt his
raw strength as he began to piston his cock in and out of my ass.

"I want you to sit on it" he whispered into my ear before plunging his
tongue deep in to my earlobe. Slowly he pulled out. As the edge of his fat
cockhead slipped out of my outer ring causing a wave of ecstasy to shoot
through my body.

He sat on the couch and got in position facing him. I wrapped my arms
around his meaty shoulders and lowered myself back down on to his thick
veiny cock. As the head of his fat cock slowly pushed in I let gravity take
over. Precum liquid was pouring out of my cock and dripping down on this
thick pubic hair. As I bottomed out on his cock I buried my face in his
armpit Ð licking his palpable sweat and smelling him. He began power
fucking with me sitting on his cock. Sweat poured off my body and dripped
on to him. His cock was deep in my and rubbing on my prostate. This was too
much. "I'm gonna cum Ð I'm gonna shoot!" I yelled as my cock fired out
rope after rope coating his dark chest hair with my milky white jizz. I
came without touch myself - bursting all over our sweaty skin between us. I
could feel hot cum continuing to jet out of cock - My ass contracted with a
vice-like grip on his cock which sent him over the edge.

"I'm gonna blast in you" he gutturally yelled as his cock shot his load
deep into my bowels. I feel every pump. Four. Five. Six.  Six blasts of his
cum deep inside me. His hips continued to pump as his body shook. I leaned
down and licked his nipples. As our breaths began to slow i collapsed on
top of him. Our sweaty bodies pressed together with the stench of cum raw
in the air. Slowly i climbed off of him with drops of white milky cum
oozing out of my well-fucked hole. I used my under wear to wipe myself up.

He put his pants back on and struggled to slide his polo shirt back on -
his giant biceps popped through each sleeve one by one. As he was fastening
his tool belt back to his waist, he motioned to the cable box on the the
desk - "looks like I grabbed the wrong box, I may have to come back with
another guy tomorrow to get this job done right." He handed me his card and
with that he walked out the door.


To be continued...