It was 4:40 and I was really angry. I couldn't believe that I'd spent the entire afternoon waiting for somebody from the cable company to hook up my TV. "Why can't they give you a better idea of when they're going to come than just 'morning' or 'afternoon'," I complained to myself out loud. Just then, the doorbell rang. "At last," I sighed and answered the door. I must of had a pretty irate expression on my face, because immediately after identifying himself, the cable technician began to profusely apologize for being late. "The last customer of the day usually feels pretty inconvenienced. The company schedules service calls like this, but usually I'm the one to suffer the customer's wrath," he said good naturedly. "You won't hold the lateness of the day against me, will you?" he continued. His easy going nature soon had me in a much better mood. Besides that, he was really good looking. He was in his mid-twenties, maybe two or three years younger than me. Thick, sandy blond hair crowned his head: it had a casual, slightly unkept appearance, like he didn't really care that much how he looked. His handsome face was perfectly accented by the soft blond growth of a two-day beard. His build wasn't bad either. He looked lean and muscular, but wasn't hulking. A well-shaped ass was covered by the mottled blue fabric of his tight stonewashed jeans. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to bury my shaft between those firm buns. I shifted my weight to hide my quickly hardening cock.
In no time, he had the cable connected and was ready to leave. Without thinking, I quickly suggested that, since I was his last hook-up for the day, maybe he'd like to stay for a few minutes and join me for a beer. I didn't really think anything was going to happen, but I just couldn't resist trying to spend a little more time with this handsome stud. To my surprise, he hardily accepted. In short order, we had quaffed a couple of beers each. I started getting up to get myself another beer and asked him if he wanted another. As I reached for his glass, he grabbed my forearm with a tight grip, and said, "Why did you ask me to stay after I finished?" From the serious tone of his voice, I wasn't sure why he was asking me this. "I...uh...just thought I would be friendly and ask you to join me for a beer," I said, fearing that he might be upset and angry if I told him the real reason, my strong attraction to him, for my invitation. "Oh," he said with a bit of disappointment in his voice, "I was hoping that it was because you're as attracted to me as I am to you." That was all I needed to hear. I pulled his muscular body to mine in a tight embrace. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss, each of us exploring the other's mouth with a hot, probing tongue. We ground our hips together. I could feel the growing bulge in his crotch. I too was becoming rock hard. His mouth tasted so good, I almost felt like we could go on like this forever. Almost. I knew how I wanted this scene to go, so I decided now was the time to take charge.
I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His sturdy chest was covered with downy blond hair. Starting at his broad shoulders, I ran my hands down his chest and flat muscular stomach. At my touch, his nipples became hard, begging to be sucked. I obliged them, taking them into my mouth, licking and gently biting them. As I worked on his tits with my mouth, I wrapped one hand around that firm ass of his, the other worked its way up his inner thigh to his burgeoning crotch. I grabbed his balls and then his hard-on through the denim of his jeans. He began to gently moan. I unzipped his jeans. Looking like a ripe plum, the enormous purple head of his cock was peaking out over the waistband of his briefs. I quickly freed his beefy member from its fabric confines. This stud was going to be a mouthful and I hoped I was up to the challenge: his log must have been eight inches long and very thick. Big, heavy, cum-filled balls hung below his thick sausage. After helping him remove the rest of his clothes, I lead him to the bedroom and had him lay down on the bed. I proceeded to slowly remove my own clothes, seductively rubbing my own muscular body as I did so. "Oh yeah...oh yeah," my new friend kept repeating as I continued my display, "you look so hot." "The feeling is definitely mutual," I said. At that I climbed in bed between his legs and began licking my way up his inner thighs. The musky masculine smell of his crotch turned me on even more. One at a time I took his big hairy balls in my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. I licked my way up his throbbing shaft, finally running my tongue around the sensitive ridge of the swollen purple head. A trickle of precum was oozing from his slit; I quickly took care of it, getting my first delicious taste of this stud's juice. I proceeded to take as much of his meaty staff into my mouth as I could. Unfortunately, because of his size, I couldn't take it all. Judging by his moans as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth like a piston, he didn't seem to mind that I couldn't swallow his entire dong. To keep him going as long as I could, each time I sensed he was about to come, I backed off and sucked his balls for a few minutes. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Despite his bucking and writhing in pleasure, I managed to keep his tool in my mouth. Suddenly, he let out a loud guttural cry and filled my mouth with what seemed like gallons of his hot creamy jism. I swallowed every drop and milked his rod for all it was worth.
Well, we both enjoyed that blow job, but by now my own cock was begging for attention, and I knew where to find it. I rolled my companion (who still seemed to be in a state of cloudy euphoria) onto his belly and lifted his hips off the bed. I took a few minutes to enjoy those muscular haunches of his: I massaged them, licked them, kissed them, I even gently bit them. I spread his athletic buns to reveal his puckering asshole. His anus looked nice and clean, so I decided to have a taste of backdoor doughnut. Starting at his pendulous balls, I repeatedly ran my tongue up and down his crack before focusing my attention on his asshole. I probed the puckering opening with my tongue, penetrating my new found friend as far as I could. He was obviously enjoying the attention, as his massive member was quickly hardening once again. At this point I knew we were both ready.
I grabbed a jar of vaseline from beside the bed and spread a generous amount of the slippery goo on his crack. With my index finger, I applied a small amount of pressure to his asshole. At my touch, he relaxed his sphincter and my finger easily entered his rectum; I knew we would both enjoy this fuck. I rubbed my throbbing meat up and down his grease covered groove to lubricate it, and in the process made it grow even hotter and harder than it was before. This was even too much for my butt-fuck buddy. "Do it Jack," he cried, "Fuck my asshole. I need to feel your cock deep inside me." How could I resist an invitation like that? I quickly lined up my rod and, holding his hips for support, I shoved my fleshy sword up his hole in one smooth movement . I think we both let out a gasp. His ass was so hot and tight around my dick; the feeling was incredible. Once again I massaged his muscular ass with my hands, saying, "Your ass feels so good," in a deep moaning voice. Still buried to the balls in his ass, I applied a liberal amount of lubricant to his huge cock. As I began to pump in and out of his snug hole, I started jacking his meat with my hand. With my other hand I massaged as much of the rest of his hard body as I could. In no time, I was in a fucking frenzy, pumping faster and harder in and out of his tight asshole. I occasionally let my cock slip all the way out of his asshole, running it up and down his crack before reinserting it up his ass. Uncontrollably I began to grunt like a rutting buck. My companion, too, was making a lot of noise; when he wasn't moaning "Fuck me Jack. Fuck me hard. Harder," he made a throaty "Ahh, ahh, ahh" groan with each of my powerful thrusts. It wasn't long before we both couldn't take any more. The cable man started to come, shooting viscous ropes of semen all over the bed sheets. Simultaneously, his ass tightened around my tool like a vice. This sent me over the edge and I screamed as I began coating his bowels with my thick creamy seed. Both exhausted, we collapsed in a sweaty heap. I felt my cock slip from his tight ass as we both drifted off to sleep, my arms wrapped around his warm body.
Josh the cable man often comes for service now, but I don't have to wait around for him. Usually he's waiting for me in bed when I get home from work!
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