CABLE TV
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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 ś20 a month is now a payment made
gratefully. Several weeks ago, I discovered for about the tenth
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 work, just to wait for the repair man to get over here
and 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 twenties, with
skin-tight Levis and a white tank top. Hmm, I thought, at least
he'll be alright to look at. He was soon 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 cock 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
on 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 those tight Levis stuffed
down around his knees, with one hand on his donkey weapon 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 cock with one hand and started rubbing
his ass-cheeks 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 jeans and run.
Sensing his hesitation, I took control of the situation without
delay and forced his head down towards the bowl. His groan did
little more than get me even more excited, and with that hairy
asshole 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-inch prick in order to untie
the string on my sweat-pants and push them off.
Seeing this, he grabbed for my cock, 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 bit at the tender skin surrounding his
asshole. "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."
Dropping my favourite jerk-off video into the machine, we were
off and running. Hoping I hadn't ruined the mood by taking the
time to get the film going, I turned to look at my afternoon
delight. Sure enough, that eight incher was still hard as 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
cock and began working his asshole over again. His rhythm of
stroking his own cock 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
asshole. 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 to back. I could see the
video over his head, and was getting lost between reality and the
motion on the screen. When the stud on the film threw the biker's
legs up and shoved his glistening fat cock into him, I did the
same with my repair man. He was watching the film too, because as
the biker reached down and started really yanking on his fuckers
balls, so did my man.
He started twisting my nuts along with his pulling, and I was
really getting hot. I started slapping his ass-cheeks with no
restraint, as he now played with both of our balls. In a matter
of minutes, the 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 cock 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 had mine, and the
volume of both his screams and his explosion more than doubled.
I got creamed on my cock, across my face and even under my arms.
I grabbed his head, pulled him to me, and wiped the cum off my
chest with his face. His hot tongue washed me into another
hardon, as he stopped at one of my tits and started lapping at
them for all he was worth. I lifted my leg to push him away and
kicked him in the balls for added emphasis. His renewed hardon
bounced against my calf, and he moaned in a mixture of pain and
pleasure.
With that I started slugging his cock with my fist, and he only
licked even harder at my tits. 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 on it with a vengeance. He'd worked his mouth around to
my fat cock again, and was scrubbing the spunk off with his lips
and tongue.
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 cock of his into my own 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 through my nuts. Without even touching my cock, 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 into the shower, and we spent the rest of the
evening watching my repaired cable service and...