The Gas Company Man
by Runner Dave

I'm a bisexual married 34 year old guy.  My wife came home from work early
to prepare for an out-of-town trip.  I arrived home just as she was
leaving.  I was horny as usual and our kiss good-bye almost developed into
something more "time-consuming".  As my wife broke free, she said, "I
smelled some gas in the living room...better call the gas company."

I called the gas company, and they said they'd send someone right over.  I
changed out of my clothes and got out my running clothes to get in a quick
six miles once I got rid of the old coot I knew the gas company was sending
out.  As I said, I'm 34, have brown hair and blue eyes, I stand 5-9 and I
have a lean muscular 145 build.  I used to model for an underwear catalog,
so I'm pretty easy to look at.

I wore a pair of loose black nylon running shorts over a jockstrap that was
way too tight, and a white mesh T-shirt.  I just finished lacing up my
shoes, when I heard the doorbell ring.  A gas company truck was parked in
front of the house. "God, I hope this doesn't take long," I thought to
myself.  I opened the door, and my jaw almost dropped.

Rather than the old guys who the gas company normally sends out, a gorgeous
hot stud stood in my doorway.  Chris was about 5-6, 28 inch waist,
blond-haired buzz cut, blue-eyed, worked-out 180 pounds.  He carried not an
ounce of fat.  He was wearing the light gray gas company uniform.  His
short sleeves were rolled up and his muscular arms bulged out.  He was
about 26 and also wore a wedding ring.  He wore black steel-toed boots and
a tan leather tool belt.

Chris asked me where the gas leak was.  I told him that my wife smelled it
in the living room, but I couldn't detect it.  He brought in a sensor to
detect the gas.  "I need access to your basement," Chris asked.  I led him
to the basement and got a rickety old ladder for him to stand on.  My face
was right in front of his crotch as he climbed the ladder.  The bulge in
his trousers was enormous!

He took a wrench and tightened a pipe fitting.  As he put the wrench down,
Chris began to lose his balance on the ladder.  "Whoa!," he cried out as he
fell.  I tried to catch him, but I ended up breaking his fall.  Chris' 180
pound frame knocked the breath out of me as he landed on me.  "Are you OK?"
he asked.

After I caught my breath, I replied, "Damn, I really bruised my tailbone."
"Better let me check you out," Chris replied.  I slightly pulled down the
waistband of my shorts and jock.  "I don't see any bruising," Chris replied
as his fingers probed my ass cheek.  "Better check you out more
thoroughly."  Chris gave me a funny grin.

Could he be coming onto me?  I figured I didn't have much to lose so I
peeled off my runners singlet, in a slow seductive motion.  Chris ran his
hands through the fur on my chest and began to pinch my nipples.  I grabbed
his muscular pecs and then ran my hands over his chest.  "Let's take those
shorts off and check you out," Chris said with a twinkle in his eye.  He
ran his fingers around my waistband and in one swift motion, yanked down my
shorts.  I was only wearing my jock and my running shoes.

I got down on my hands and knees as Chris peeled off his shirt.  He had a
smooth Adonis-like chest, with hardened nipples.  He had a trail of golden
hair that began near his navel and disappeared into his trousers.  I
pointed my ass into the air.  He eagerly darted his tongue around my
asshole.  My rod was hard, but imprisoned in my jockstrap.  I bucked my
asshole to meet his probing tongue.

I stopped him, helped him lose his trousers, and rolled him onto his back.
Chris' cock was as beautiful as the rest of him.  It stood straight out 6
inches and about 1.5 inches in diameter.  I began licking his cock head, as
he went back to work preparing my beautiful asshole with his tongue.  "God
Dave, you suck my cock so much better than my wife!  How's your ass feel
buddy?" he asked.

"Dude, I need you in me," I replied.  Chris rolled me over onto my back.
He kneeled toward me and placed my feet on his massive shoulders.  I still
wore my jockstrap.  He pointed his beautiful cock as my ass and I wrapped
my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.  His cock head parted my
cheeks and kept going on in a steady initial penetration.  I groaned out in
pain, pulling him in with my muscular legs.  Chris was caught up in the
physical pleasure and ignored my cries of pain.  I felt his balls against
my ass cheeks, sweat dripping off his chest.

Now that he was in me to the hilt, Chris began to pick up the pace.  His
cock rythmically pistoned in and out of my asshole.  I looked up at his
beautiful stud-face as he bit my nipples.  He was like an animal in heat.
The slapping sound of his nuts on my smooth ass lessened as his balls began
to constrict by their sack.  I'd never been fucked bare back before.
Chris' moans and thrusts were more urgent as he pounded away at me.  He
pulled my own cock out of the jock sack and began sucking my cock in unison
with his thrusts.

I felt a hot splash in my guts as Chris cock injected my ass with his
burning seed.  Chris was spent, but he kept my legs up round his neck as he
pulled his cock out of me and began to seriously blow me.  He took my seven
inches down his throat as I spewd forth five huge loads of cum.

That happenned a year ago.  Chris and I hook up about once a week, and the
fire is still in our friendship.