From: b1btlw40 Subject: REPOST: Cable Man (M/M) Date: 29 Jan 98 19:44:22 +0500 The following story contains sexual activity between men.If this offends either your personal sensitivities or the laws of your city,state or country read no further! THE CABLE MAN 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 $10 a month is now a payment made gratefully. Several weeks ago, I discovered for about the thirteenth 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 from work to wait for the repair person to get here to 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 thirties, with skin-tight levis and a dirty white tank top. Hmmm, I thought, at least he'll be alright to look at. He soon was 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 dick 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 of 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 with those tight levis stuffed down around his knees, with one hand on his donkey dick 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 dick with one hand and started rubbing his asscheeks 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 pants and run. Sensing his hesitation/fear, I took control of the situation without delay and forced his head down toward the bowl. His groan did little more than get me even more excited, and with that hairy butthole 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" cock in order to untie the string on my sweatpants and push them off. Seeing this, he grabbed for my dick, 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 I bit at the tender skin surrounding his hole. "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." The cable was connected thru the VCR, so I said I wanted to see if he'd connected it correctly or not. Dropping my favorite jerkoff flick into the machine, we were off and running. Hoping I hadn't ruined the mood by taking the time to get the fuck film going, I turned to look at my afternoon delight. Sure enough, that eight incher was still hard as a 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 dick and began working his asshole over again. His rythym of stroking his own dick 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 butthole. 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 and back. I could see the video over his head, and was getting lost between reality and the motion on the screen. When the bearded stud on the film threw the biker's legs up and shoved his glistening fat cock into him, I did the same with my sweaty repair man. He was watching the film too, because as the biker reached down and started really yanking on his fucker's balls, so did my man. He started twisting my nuts along with his pulling, and I was really getting hot. I started slapping his asscheeks with no restraint, as he now played with both of our balls. In a matter of minutes, the bearded 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 dick 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'd had mine, and the volume of both his screams and his explosion more than doubled. I got creamed on my dick, my face, and even under my arms. I grabbed his head, pulling him to me, and wiped the cum off of my chest with his face. His hot tongue washed me into another hard on, as he stopped at one of my tits and started biting for all he was worth. I lifted my leg to push him away and kicked him in the balls for added emphasis. His renewed hard on bounced against my leg, and he moaned with pain and pleasure. With that I started slugging at his cock with my fist, and he only bit my tit harder. 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 with a vengeance. He'd worked his mouth around to my cock again, and was scrubbing the spunk off of it with his teeth. 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 dick into my 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 thru my nuts. Without even touching my dick, 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 to the shower, and we spent the rest of the evening watching my repaired cable service and...