Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 12:40:15 -0400 From: my dog6066 Subject: Admiring the Mover ADMIRING THE MOVER by Thor and Rocco http://thorandrocco.wordpress.com/ Hey men. So there is a new guy/girl couple moving in down the hall today.?I was walking down to the trash shoot and could see the girl hustling back and forth. After she entered her apartment, out comes a dolly, with 2 guys (movers I presume) pushing the cart along.?My eyes popped out of my head. Let me describe: Guy/man/dude #1-> irish type, bald head, trimmed beard, 28ish, tank Tshirt, cut off jean shorts, workboots with low socks, diamond earring in one ear, ripped arms (thin, but cut) and plenty of blond hair coming from his arm pits. Guy/man/dude #2-> Italian, thick, black, short hair, 31ish, one of those old, Gold?s gym, muscle shirts, gold chain with a cross, work boots with black socks, unbelievable ripped chest, decent arms and huge sholders with a tat of SQR (Roman Empire seal) on his left arm. Trimmed arm pits and dark, olive skin.?Is it possible to ejaculate without touching yourself? Well I almost did in the 30 seconds in which I viewed these 2 man studs. So I make it a point to bring trash back and forth from my apartment to the trash room. Remember, I am having my bathroom construction done (see my last post) so I have an excuse to bring stuff every 10 minutes or so without looking like a weirdo. After passing them for the 3rd time I give them a ?hey guys, what?s up?? dude nod. They acknowledge me with a kinda of being cool, but a little hesitant. They may be on to the fact that I am gay since I might have been caught checking out the Italian guy before I realized he caught me. No issue, I just played it cool (at least in my head). So after 1 hour of this back and forth, I saw #2 in the elevator (I know they were using it to bring the dolly back and forth so I conveniently decided to use it on the off chance we would be in there together). So I walked down the stairs and made off like I was getting my mail. Then watched #2 come back in to our small elevator with the dolly. Irish guy (#1) needed to move the moving truck (meter maids), so Italian guy was coming back up to the elevator, which is where I conveniently made sure I was waiting for. ?Hey man, still workin??? I said. He said ?Ya, just hot as a bitch today?. He seemed more friendly now since his Irish bud was not with us. The elevator comes and we both get on. I make sure that I am sandwiched (or should I say manwiched) in between him so the dolly could fit. I mean, I was right up again him. Hot day, I could smell him. He face was dripping and I could actually inhale his body odor. To be clear on what I mean: This was not gross guy who didn?t shower for 7 days living under a bridge. This was hot man, working hard, deodorant not quite working, muscles flexing, straight guy smell. So we are making small talk and since I know that he caught me before checking him out AND that Irish guy was not with us, I decided to be a little more bold. ?Man, do you get like that from being a mover? I asked in a sort of man-to-man (not to gay) but maybe a little gay way.??Yeah, it defintly helps me get like this? (he looked at his biceps as if to show me). I respond: ?I feel like a fat pig looking at those guns of yours?Shit man look at you?!?He flexes them for me and says ?these guns?? and laughs.?I say ?I mean look at the cuts in your arms right there? I point with my finger, not touching him, acting like I was afraid to touch without permission (which I was), but giving him the opportunity to give me permission. I kept acting like I wanted to point out cuts in his arms but was having a ?hard time? doing so without being able to say ?here and here?.?Once he realized that I was ?unable? to articulate myself about what I meant about his arms, he said ?it?s cool man, you can touch them?. Without saying anything more, I touched and squzzed his arm and my eyes widened. ?Shit man, those guns are like steel!? He flexes them even more and says ?yeah, their pretty cool? all the while I continue to feel his arms up. I now understand that he likes to be worshipped. He absolutely should be and deserves to be.?Pushing the envelope now (so keep in mind, this all happened in about 1.5 minutes) I say ?is your chest like that too?? He immediately does one of those poses to flex his chest and kinda pushes towards me like he wants me to feel his pecs also. Since he already let me grab his arm, the line had already been crossed. I reached out and felt his pec and as I suspected, it was like a firm globe. I even felt his tit ? all the while he continued to flex to ensure it was at its optimal peak. Now at this point, I have a raging hard-on under my shorts. I am hiding it the best I can behind the dolly. The elevator opens and we get off on the same floor.??Come by man for a quick bottle of water and you can use the bathroom if you need to? (knowing he was sweating and that he probably had no place to take a piss). Thanks man. He follows me into my apartment. I tell him to bring the dolly in (my reasoning is so that the neighbor wouldn?t see it in the hall and come looking AND that Irish dude would not come looking.) I give him a water, he says thanks, then uses the bathroom. He leaves the door open a crack and I can see his relfection on the mirror as he takes his man-meat out. As suspected, it is UNcut, not very long, but thick as a beer can. I am not sure (nor will ever be) if he purposely left the door slightly open to show off or if that is just something that straight men do. Anyway, he is looking around the bathroom while he is finishing his final dick shake and looks in the mirror and sees me looking at him from outside the bathroom. I continue to look and he now sees that I am not looking at his eyes, but at his beer can dick. I don?t stop staring, and he continues to shake his dick. He looks at me in the mirror, looks down at this dick, looks back at me, then back at his dick. He is not talking and I am not talking but he is saying to me via his eyes: ?so you like my dick? You want this?? He now knows that I am a cock sucker gay guy. I don?t touch myself because I don?t want him to get freaked out and bolt. I want him to know that he is a fucking god and I am lucky that he is showing me his thick cock ? even if only through a mirrored reflection ? I am so fucking lucky. I get closer to the bathroom, all the while not taking my eyes off of his dick. He continues to shake it but now it has turned more into a stroking and he is getting hard. It is longer than I thought. He was a grower. He does not attempt to hide it or turn away as I get closer to the door. I push the door open slowly and he keeps looking at his dick and he sees that I am like no chick he has been with. He sees that I am the real deal. I know how to appreciate him. His arms, his man smell, his chest, his dark skin, his man-meat. Most girls would be grossed out that he was just finishing taking a piss. Not me. It was the most manly, beautiful transition ? from pissing to shaking to erect. I saw the whole thing and he knew that I was in awe. He actually was getting harder knowing that I was acting like I was drugged by him. I didn?t smile, I didn?t giggle like some girl, I didn?t say anything. I acted all serious. This was serious shit. I was in the presence of this once-in-a-lifetime straight guy that was beyond hot. There was nothing funny about it. I walk in and I kneel down on the floor in front of the vanity. He turns away from the toilet and points his now hard dick at my face. He says ?is this what you been looking for?? I nod like the cock hungry fagot that he suspected I was. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue in the same fashion as when a doctor says ?say aaa?. He pushes his dick in my mouth. He knows what he is doing. He puts his hand on the back of my head to ensure maximum deepness down my throat. He knows that he has a beautiful penis and it should be full appreciated down to the root. I do not care that I have a slight gag reflect. He is so fucking awesome that (for whatever magic reason) I no longer have this issue. I am able to take him fully, actually feeling his pee-slit touch the back of my throat. I suck it and swallow all the juice associated with an uncut cock?my saliva, his precum. He sees that I have no issue with being forced deep throated, so he ups the anty. He starts saying ?so, are all you fagotts this good? You like sucking my dick you fuckin? queer, don?t you?? I respond not by nodding or saying yes, but by sucking his dick harder and with increased suction. He sees that using me and abusing my throat gets me to give him an even better blow job ? so he likes it. He is clearly straight, but now sees the benefits of a queer cocksucker. He can use me in anyway he likes (similiar to the straight porn girls he probably jerks off to, less the cat girl finger nails) without any drama or bullshit. Hell, I haven?t even touched myself because I know he does not want to see my dick. It would then become gay for him and that is not what this is about. Since him and I both know that time is at a premium, we have to wrap it up. He continue the assault on my throat until he starts to get close. I put my hand under his shirt and feel his pecs and play with his left nipple. He goes nuts. ?You like my massive chest? Ha? you like it? you fuckin? faggot? ha? Suck my FUCKIN? dick!!? So I up it and put my other hand on his other tit doing the same. I am now sucking him purely with my mouth, no using my hand to help. He can?t take it any more and starts heaving and grabing the back of my head while he pumps hard. Straight guys getting ready to come is so hot. To my surprise he doesn?t come while pumping my mouth. He thrust 2 or 3 times then stops with his dick at its maximum depth down my throat. My faces is buried in his sweaty man pubes and he releases. I feel 3-4 shots hitting the back of my throat and I swallow. He shot so far down my throat that I didn?t even taste it in my mouth. He keeps it there until he is fully relieved. Pats me on my face like a dog and says ?thanks faggot?. He zips up, grabs his dolly and leaves. I am still on the floor in kneeling postion. I undo my pants, take out my (now sticky) rod and relive in my mind what just happened. I come in under 3 minutes all over the bathroom floor. I will definitly jerk off again tonight, just thinking about him.