Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2004 02:41:17 EDT
From: Buddy69r@aol.com
Subject: Homo Depot

It was a Thursday night; after weeks of putting it off, I finally trudged off
to the home improvement store.  I had a huge list of things that needed to be
fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long.

Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of
aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there.  I
was just about done when I turned a corner  to look for light dimmers and saw
what was something out of a daddy-worshippers wet dream: a big brawny hunk
with dark blonde hair sprinkled with grey, a thick brown moustache and about
three days growth of beard.  He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet
tall and at least 270 pounds.  He had on a red polo shirt that had been in the
dryer too many times--it clung to his burly frame and with the buttons left
undone, dark blonde hairs swirled out the top of his shirt.  His beefy blonde arms
strained the sleeves of that poor shirt and I fantasized about ripping it off
his bull-like body.  He was also wearing a pair of khaki shorts and as I
stopped to check out those massive hair covered calves, my libido went into
overdrive as I pictured myself on my knees before this stud licking my way up those
huge legs, kissing his solid furry belly and deep throating his fat poker.

As so often happens in real life, however, I made a complete ass of myself at
the very moment I was trying to appear calm and cool--I was so busy checking
out the hulk that I ran my cart right over some poor woman's foot!  She let
out a surprised scream and dropped the mirror she was carrying which in turn
made a horrendous crash.  I was mortified as every eye in the store turned
towards me and my unfortunate victim.  Bumbling an apology, the poor woman took off
down the aisle and as I got down on my knees to try to clean up the shattered
glass.  Suddenly, two thick downy covered legs appeared in front of me and as
I looked up red-faced I found myself staring into the bulging crotch of my
jerk-off fantasy.  I quickly looked up into the face of my fantasy stud expecting
a derisive sneer but instead he had a concerned look on his handsome face.

"You OK, buddy?"  His voice was as gruff and sexy as I imagined it would be.
I assured him I was fine then noticed the store's logo on his shirt and a
name badge that read "Tom, Store Manager."  Letting him know once again that I
was fine, I started to get up when Tom clamped one of those  ham-like hands on
my bicep and helped me back to my feet.  He looked at the shattered mirror  and
fixed me with a stern look then said, "Careful, this could mean seven year's
bad-luck!"  He still had his hand on my arm so I flexed it: I got a reassuring
squeeze and a smile that nearly melted my heart.  By this time another
employee had shown up with a broom so with a nod of his head, Tom led me down the
aisle.  Like a babbling school girl, I kept apologizing and assuring him I'd pay
for the mirror but he again grabbed my arm and told me not to worry: the
other customer was just startled and not to worry about the mirror.  By this time
I was so in lust with his masculine presence and didn't want to leave him
just yet so I asked if I should fill out an accident report.  Tom shot me a
puzzled look then smiled again and said, "Sure, come on back to my office."

I was in heaven as we walked to the back of the store and into his private
office.  I sat obediently in my chair and stared at a framed photo of a blonde
girl about twelve years old.  He saw me looking at the photo an said, "My
daughter...been divorced six years now."  That statement gave me hope again and I
eyeballed Tom as he sat behind his desk and slid a notepad and pen across to
me.  He instructed me to write my account of the accident and as I began he
leaned back and put those thick arms behind his head.  I kept sneaking peaks at
the damp sweat stains in each pit and I wondered how they might taste...I wrote
some garbled report and handed it to Tom.  He barely glanced at it then looked
me in the eye and as his smile turned into a leer said, "Now, let's get to
the real reason you wanted to come back here!"

I nervously gulped not knowing how to respond and desperately hoping I hadn't
read him wrong.  I work out regularly and usually have no problem picking up
men but this guy had me tongue-tied.  I was blushing furiously by now and sat
there like a lump.  With a sigh, Tom got up and walked to the door.  I figured
I'd soon be going home with only some hot fantasy material but then heard the
click of the door being locked...I spun around to see Tom leaning against the
door grinning at me.  He slowly walked towards me as I awkwardly tried to get
up but Tom's huge hands landed on both my shoulders and forced me back into
the chair.

"Sit," he commanded, "it'll be more comfortable for you when you chow down on
my dick!"

I was still in a daze until Tom put one of his hands behind my head and
slammed my face into his crotch.  Inhaling the musky odor that emanated from his
khaki shorts, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.  My hands grabbed his
rock-solid hairy calves and I ran my hands up and into the legs of his shorts.  I
felt the damp straps of his jock and snapped them then reached around front to
undo his zipper.  I yanked his shorts down and took a second to admire what was
revealed: a tightly packed jock strap with his big hairy belly hanging above.

I leaned forward and shoved my face again into his bulging crotch.  I mouthed
his dick and balls thru the cotton pouch until I could taste his pre-cum
seeping thru the material.  Wanting to taste the real thing, I grabbed the waist
band of his jock and yanked it down his thick legs...his fat uncut prong jumped
up to slap against his belly then hung thickly between his legs...it looked
too heavy to stand erect and a thick drop of pre-cum bubbled out and slowly
stretched down towards the floor.  I slurped up his pre-cum then, peeling his wet
foreskin back I hungrily lathed his cock head.  I grabbed his fat hairy balls
in one hand while with the other I jerked his foreskin and tongued his prick
head.  As I was feasting on my hunky meal, Tom stripped his shirt off so he
was completely naked except for his sneakers.  His round furry belly rested
against my sweaty forehead as I continued to service his meat.  I sucked his prick
for a good ten minutes, switching to his sperm-filled balls anytime I thought
he was close to shooting.  By this time Tom had yanked my shirt open and was
pinching my nipples in sync with my blow job.  I slowly slid his wet pulsing
dick out of my mouth then with my hands digging into his fleshy hips, had him
turn around to present his big creamy blonde butt to me.  I wetly kissed each
beefy cheek then pried his round globes apart.  I stared at his pink, fur lined
man slit and, getting a good whiff of his musk, dove in tongue first.  I
attacked that muscular ring with a vengeance, tickling his crack with my moustache
while wetting and chewing mercilessly until his hole relaxed enough so the
entire length of my tongue could snake in and get a good taste of him.

Tom hissed obscenities and began furiously jerking off his cock.  When I felt
his butt clench around my probing tongue, I knew his moment was at hand.
Pulling my wet face out of his ass crack, I again spun Tom around and, with our
eyes locked, I held my hungry mouth open centimeters from his cockhead.  After
a few more jerks, Tom's piss slit gaped open and the first spurt of jism
lobbed out and landed directly on my tongue.  Closing my lips around his shaft,
still staring into his eyes, I sucked and milked his dick, swallowing each spurt
of cream with relish.  When his spasms subsided, I finally released that thick
meat stick and sat back staring at this sweaty, hairy hunk.

Slowly catching his breath, Tom backed up to lean against his desk then
looked at me and broke into a grin.  We were both covered in sweat--his pelt was
plastered to his body creating sexy dark swirls all over his chest and belly.
He raised an arm to swipe his wet forehead and I caught a glimpse of his bushy
armpit.  I couldn't resist: I got up, walked over to him and put my face in
his pit.  As I began to lap at the wet salty curls, Tom moaned softly.  He
raised both arms, resting his hands behind his bull-like neck as my mouth began to
explore his upper body.  I licked both of his pits clean of sweat then moved
on to his pink, quarter sized nipples.  As I mouthed his tits, I let my hands
wander over the rest of his stud body.  I squeezed his hard, round sweat-slick
belly then felt lower to ruffle his thick pubic bush.

By this time his dick was once again beginning to thicken and while I slowly
jerked his foreskin covered meat back to life with one hand, I reached around
to massage his back then his fur covered butt.  Still jerking off his now
turgid dick, I let my thick index finger slip slowly into his spit lubed man hole.
 We once again locked eyes and as my finger dug in deeper Tom leaned forward
to plant a wet tonguing kiss on my mouth.  As we french kissed, my entire
finger slipped into his delicious, wet hole while his cock throbbed in my left
hand.  Undoing my jeans with his thick stubby fingers, Tom pushed my pants and
underwear down to my knees then turned around, leaned forward onto his desk, and
spread that hairy bull butt for me.

As horny as I was for this stud, I couldn't just shove my cock into him.  A
man as hot as this deserved to be worshipped...I massaged his back with both
hands while I once again kissed and rimmed his ass.  Tom moaned softly--our
earlier frenzied coupling now gave way to a slower reverential love making as I
took my time lapping that beautiful butt to get him primed.  When he was
thoroughly lubed and my back massage had him relaxed, I put the engorged head of my
prick against his wet hole.  As I slowly entered this stud, his moans picked up
in volume and I had to concentrate on not shooting too soon.  My dick was
gripped by his tight muscular ring and as I shoved the last inch into him, I
leaned forward to kiss the back of his sweaty neck while I continued to massage
his massive shoulders.

I gently fucked Tom.  I was in a dream as I studied his gorgeous body and
handsome profile: there was so much I wanted to do with this hunk!  Slowly
picking up my fuck-pace, I pulled my cock out of his clutching hole and entered him
again and again until I knew I couldn't go on.  Burying my meat all the way
into him, I began to shoot my pent up jism into him.  Tom lay there continuing
to moan as I slowly pulled out then got down on my knees to suck my cream out
of his juicy hole.  As I sucked and lapped at his ass, I pulled Tom's huge
balls and cock back and began running my tongue wetly all over them.  I sucked his
prick back to full hardness then left a generous deposit of spit covering his
meat.  I stood up as Tom got up off his desk to face me.  Quickly planting a
kiss on his lips, I then turned around and bent over his office chair: Tom was
behind me in a flash with his wet meat prodding at my ass hole.  Reaching
back with my hands, I spread my cheeks to allow that hot blunt intruder in; with
a grunt, Tom began to drill my tight hole with his prick.  Having already cum
once, Tom took longer to reach an orgasm--as he humped my butt, he pinched my
nipples and chewed the back of my neck while I reveled in the feeling of his
hairy body pressing against my back.  After 30 minutes of his hot fucking, my
ass felt like it was on fire.  As I slammed back onto his fuck tool, Tom once
again groaned.  Grabbing me in those brawny arms, he began to shoot into my
hungry ass.  We stayed locked together for a few more minutes until his dong
finally slipped out of my ass.  When I turned around, I saw a blob of cream ooze
out the head of his cock.  I couldn't resist as I got back down on my knees for
one more taste...

As I loaded my home improvement purchases into the trunk of my car, I
couldn't wipe the grin off my face.  When I plopped down behind the driver's seat, my
ass throbbed: sore but satisfied.  I turned the key in the ignition to listen
to the radio but didn't leave the parking lot.   You see, I was going to need
help fixing up my place and the perfect handy man wasn't getting off work for
another hour.