Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2008 22:34:30 -0400
From: harley839@hotmail.com
Subject: The Brazilian Roofer

This is a true story that happened in 2007.  My first attempt at submitting
anything.  I am harley839@hotmail.com


THE BRAZILIAN ROOFER

I'm a married man, age 46.  I look younger than my age and upon meeting me,
people are surprised I have grown children.  I used to have male encounters
when I was younger, and in 1998 I just stopped cheating.  I planned to
dedicate the rest of my life to my wife and heaven knows she deserves to be
pampered having put up with me since we were seventeen.

Last year I broke down and hired a roofer to replace my 20-year old roof.
I hate to pay someone for something I can do myself but my roof is quite
steep and I was wary of working up there.  I got several estimates and
hadn't made up my mind when Aram stopped by.  Aram was about 34, never did
ask him his age, and from Brazil.  He expressed shock at the bad repair my
roof was in as he complemented me on the appearance of the rest of the
house.  We made a deal and he wanted to get a better look before he shopped
for materials.

I let him do his measuring and what not while I tended to another project.
Soon he had taken a ladder from his truck and was stretched taut taking
notes and measuring.  He had dropped his notebook and I climbed on my deck
railing to hand it back when I brushed up against his right thigh.  His
work khakis had a rip and in my position, I could see the dark muscled
thigh at close range.  I don't know to this day what possessed me in broad
daylight, in my own backyard and with a virtual stranger but I leaned in
and licked his leg.

Aram looked at me but didn't move.  I looked away and jumped down.  I went
into the house embarrassed as shit.  After about 10 minutes he knocked at
the sliding doors and walked right in.  We locked eyes and he approached me
and gently but firmly pushed me onto my back on the floor.  He unbuttoned
his khakis and kicked them off, leaving his gray tee, socks and boots on.
He was wearing a jockstrap which he removed and tossed on my face.  Damn, I
breathed in his scent and my dick got hard immediately.  Aram still said
nothing but knelt on one knee over me and stuffed his hanging balls into my
mouth.

I needed no more prompting; I sucked the sweat from his balls and sucked
hard!  He rewarded me by positioning his ass over my mouth and sat on my
face.  I drilled his hot ripe hole with my tongue as he rocked back and
forth on my face.  This man was one hot number.  I thought when he got up
his dick would be next and to my surprise, he spun around and balls hanging
in my face undid my pants and swallowed my hard cock in one swoop.  I
grabbed his dick and stroked it while eating his balls and ass again.  I
came quickly; he didn't swallow but milked my cock dry with his hand, then
sat, his back to the wall while I climbed over his lap and engulfed his
thick uncut meat in my mouth.  I choked at first but was soon in rhythm and
took him down my throat.  He came hard and seemed to enjoy pulling out and
aiming his blasts of cum in my face, but I did suck the last few spurts.

I took him into the guest bedroom and took off his boots and socks.  I made
love to his feet with my mouth and when hard again sucked him off this time
relishing every drop of his tasty ejaculate.

He came back and did the roofing job in two days later that week.  He had a
helper so there was no more between us.  When I paid him for the job he
handed me a small plastic grocery bag.  Inside were his jock and socks.  I
never saw him again. I think he left the area.  I miss him.  And I am again
paying it cool.  No men since Aram.