Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 20:27:50 -0500 From: Laminate Floors Subject: The Cable Man Comes Over This is a work of gay fiction containing scenes of sex between consenting males. If this offends you stop reading now. If you are under age stop reading now. If it is illegal to read this in the country where you live, stop reading now and move. This work is under copyright to the author and can not be used or reprinted without the author's written consent. This is a work of fantasy, please always practice safe sex in real life. This is my first time writing a story for Nifty. If you have feedback, please let me know: brototiller@gmail.com The Cable Guy I moved in to a new apartment recently . The place is brand new with all the upgrades: granite counters, stainless steel appliances, contemporary hardwood floors and all that stuff. Moving was a bit of an arduous task with everything packed, shipped and unpacked with the utmost of care. Though the movers scratched the dining room table, but it was a minor scratch and not worth raising a concern about. As a professional early 30's guy I was just settling in to my new groove. 31, black hair and brown eyes with olivine skin that reflected afternoons on the patio and weekends on a friend's boat. A little beefy with meaty pecs that stuck out through my shirt, I was no slouch at the gym. It was time to start afresh in a new place. I called customer service to set up my new internet service. "Thank you for your order! We'll have a technician out to hook up your service between 10am and 4pm on Tuesday" not one to argue with a lowly customer service agent who was just doing her job, I elected to take Tuesday off of work as a personal day. I went to the gym early in the morning on Tuesday and really worked my pecs hard. I was listening to STRFKR radio on my phone and it was a great work out. Feeling really pumped, I noticed the clock said 10:15. I had to get showered, changed, and home in time to get to the early part of the Cable tech's appointment window. In the gym I peeled off my sweaty gym shorts in the locker room. A hot man in his early 40's with slightly salted pepper hair stared a little too long as the shorts hit the ground followed by my sweaty jockstrap. "Mmmm, if only" I casually thought to myself. I showered in a single stall spending a few minutes too long thinking about Mr. Salt and Pepper who was probably still lingering in the lockerroom. But appointments are appointments and I had a place to be. I quickly changed into my standard day off uniform Ð khaki cargo shorts and a gray t-shirt. I got home shortly before 11am and made myself a protein shake. As I was shaking the plastic container I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirro - The vigorous thrusting back and forth of the protein shake in my hand made my bicep pop and look gargantuan. As I was study the gyration of each vein I was suddenly brought back to earth by the buzzing of my phone on the counter. "Hello?" "Yeah, this is Doug, With the cable company. I'm here to set up your internet" "Oh, you're here right on time Ð press 111 on the keypad and I'll buzz you in" "Cool Ð see ya soon" I buzzed Doug in and quickly ran back to the mirror to make sure I was presentable Ð tussled my fingers through my hair and sinced my shorts down ? of an inch Ð to give the low rise look. I heard a pronounced knock at the door. I opened the door and my breath was taken away. Standing in front of me was a giant slab of meat of a man. He was 6'1 or 6'2 a man with tree trunks legs in his khaki pants and under his cable company polo shirt were two biceps that were busting through the seams of sleeves. His arms were the size of two water melons at his sides. My eyes were drawn to his guns Ð and the strain of the fabric of his polo to keep his arms contained. He had black short cropped hair with a patch of gray at each temple. His chin had a little bit of a cleft. His jaw was strong and chiseled. This man in his early 40's oozed sex. Oozed strength. Oozed masculinity. In the quick second of opening my door and processing of this information, I introduced myself and asked him to come in. As the door shut behind us, his tool belt hung low dragging down his khakis right above his perfectly formed ass. "The cable jack is over here" I stammered, trying to compose myself. He got down on his knees and started to set up the cable mode. As he was screwing the coax cable on the cable box, I saw his giant arms flex and bulge as he kept screwing the wire. Standing over him I had the best view as his polo began to ride up the small of his back, expose his meaty torso and the top of his ass. His creamy white skin was flecked with little black hairs. I began to get very hard, my cock becoming engorged and starting to throb in my briefs. Doug turned around and was at eye level with my erection. "Well, that's a sight to behold" he said. He took the back of his massive forearm and wiped some beads of sweat from his forehead. "Maybe, I should be holding itÉ" this sent my mind racing and dizzy Ð could this be happening? Did he really say that? Doug slowly rose to his feet. He made deep eye contact with me and leaned in and placed his mouth directly on mine. His breath tasted hot and vaguely of spearmint. His tongue lapped around mind as our mouths locked. His had drew down to my shorts and he began to rub my throbbing cock along the outside of my shorts. I placed my hand on the growing bulge that was forming inside of his khakis. While Doug's tongue was forcefully exploring my mouth, I unblocked his belt and unzipped his pants. We broke our kiss as I looked down to pull back his cotton briefs. My prize was a 7" cut cock with the fattest head. Pronounced veins ran up and down the shaft. A glistening drop of precum was forming at his piss split. I quickly dropped to my knees and pushed his head in to my mouth. Doug let out a guttural sigh. I started to lick and suck fiercely, getting all of it down my throat until his thick bush of dark pubic hair was at my face. I took one hand and cupped his balls and rolled them in my hand while sucking. Looking up Doug lifted his polo off his chest exposing a thicket of dark black hair coating his perfectly formed chest. His pecs and biceps bulbed out, having been freed of their black fabric prison. Doug gently placed his arms in my armpits and drew me to my feet. He quickly peeled off my tee shirt and began sucking my hard nipple. Has hand worked my cock with my hands cupped his right bicep. He gave a few flexes which made my cock twitch and begin to severely leak. Doug grabbed me by the hips and threw me on the couch. He stood over me and took the rest of my clothes off. He then got on his knees and lifted my knees in the air. He buried his buttchin in my ass crack. His stubble tickled my cheeks as his tongue pushed against my puckered hole. He forced his tongue in. My eyes rolled back in to my head as waves of pleasure shot through every nerve in my body. Me made loud lapping sounds and began to moan as he continued to flick his tongue and in and out of my ass. As I began pushing back on him with my ass muscles he slipped his giant index finger in to my hole. While he did this I stared deep in to his dark colored eyes as sweat beads began to pour down his face and drip on to my chest. Another finger was added. I could feel my hole continue to stretch. Finally a third finger was in me. Sweat began to mat down some of his chest hair as he withdrew his fingers. Doug stepped back and spit on his cock. His fat cockhead was glistening and reflecting light off the mix of precum and his spit. He took his cock and set it against my hole and leaned down and gave me a deep long kiss. My hands cupped his pecs and felt his chest. I felt him push the head of his cock into my eager hole. It stretched around the massive mushroom cap of a head of his. I threw my head back and groaned. The pain was intense. Doug began kissing and licking my neck. Slowly he continued to push inside me. I could feel each vein as he continued to slowly penetrate me. He continued to lick my neck as I felt him bottom out Ð the entire length of his engorged cock was now in me and his thick black pubic hair was tickling my ass. We locked eyes as he began to pull out. He pulled back just enough so the edge of his fat cockhead was just at my hole. He pushed back in to me causing me to moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we pressed our chests together as he increased the pace and began to fuck me. The sweat between skin made his black thicket of chest hair matted and damp. He continued to fuck me rhythmically. I grabbed on to his bicep and felt his raw strength as he began to piston his cock in and out of my ass. "I want you to sit on it" he whispered into my ear before plunging his tongue deep in to my earlobe. Slowly he pulled out. As the edge of his fat cockhead slipped out of my outer ring causing a wave of ecstasy to shoot through my body. He sat on the couch and got in position facing him. I wrapped my arms around his meaty shoulders and lowered myself back down on to his thick veiny cock. As the head of his fat cock slowly pushed in I let gravity take over. Precum liquid was pouring out of my cock and dripping down on this thick pubic hair. As I bottomed out on his cock I buried my face in his armpit Ð licking his palpable sweat and smelling him. He began power fucking with me sitting on his cock. Sweat poured off my body and dripped on to him. His cock was deep in my and rubbing on my prostate. This was too much. "I'm gonna cum Ð I'm gonna shoot!" I yelled as my cock fired out rope after rope coating his dark chest hair with my milky white jizz. I came without touch myself - bursting all over our sweaty skin between us. I could feel hot cum continuing to jet out of cock - My ass contracted with a vice-like grip on his cock which sent him over the edge. "I'm gonna blast in you" he gutturally yelled as his cock shot his load deep into my bowels. I feel every pump. Four. Five. Six. Six blasts of his cum deep inside me. His hips continued to pump as his body shook. I leaned down and licked his nipples. As our breaths began to slow i collapsed on top of him. Our sweaty bodies pressed together with the stench of cum raw in the air. Slowly i climbed off of him with drops of white milky cum oozing out of my well-fucked hole. I used my under wear to wipe myself up. He put his pants back on and struggled to slide his polo shirt back on - his giant biceps popped through each sleeve one by one. As he was fastening his tool belt back to his waist, he motioned to the cable box on the the desk - "looks like I grabbed the wrong box, I may have to come back with another guy tomorrow to get this job done right." He handed me his card and with that he walked out the door. To be continued...