Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 13:48:20 -0400
From: nedd@mfx.net
Subject: Door-to-Door Salesman

The doorbell rang as I was just finishing up with the dishes, so I was slow
to answer. But when I did, wow!  There stood the nicest looking college guy
that you might see on the cover of some movie star tabloid.  Standing there
in a white shirt with a couple of buttons open revealing a smooth chest, he
wore khaki shorts, socks and sneakers. I'm sure my jaw dropped a little as
I surveyed him, and then locked in on his beautiful Mediterranean eyes.
His smile was very engaging, and he spoke with a lusty but bright voice.

"Good morning, sir!" pausing for me to respond.

"Hi," was about all I could get out at that point.  I was totally puzzled
as to why this unfamiliar, drop-dead gorgeous man was standing at my door
on a dull Saturday morning.

"My name is Sean, and I was wondering if you would be interested in looking
at the greatest set of home reference books ever published.  I can show
them to you in about 15 minutes, and would really appreciate the
opportunity, even if you aren't interested in the investment."  And
grinning he added, "I do get paid for the number of demonstrations I do
besides the commission."

"Well, I guess.  But, I didn't think that they sold things from
door-to-door anymore."

He chuckled in agreement, "But once you've seen my product, you'll
understand why we go right to the public."

My mind was doing somersaults!  I really wasn't interested in reference
books, but he was so handsome, and so charming that I wanted to talk with
him regardless of his product-though I wouldn't mind seeing "his product!"
He bent over to open his large briefcase, and as he retrieved one of the
books to show me, I decided to invite him in.  I also appreciated the fact
that he hadn't tried to get in first, and was willing to show them to me at
the door.

"Why don't you come in?  It would be a lot easier to look at sitting down
than standing here at the door."

"That would be great!  Thanks, Mr. huh, ...?

"Smith, Fred Smith.  But Fred is fine."

"Sure, Fred."

I led him to the living room, where we sat down together on the sofa.  He
got out some of the books and began his sales pitch.  I think he thought I
was very interested by the way I was drooling-not over his books, but his
looks.  His sandy, sun-bleached hair, his very smooth legs with light,
sun-bleached hair, and sun-bleached eyelashes all fascinated me.  I was
becoming more and more hungry-to touch, to taste, to have, and to hold.
But I have always guarded my sexual bent very carefully, and of course, a
guy going house-to-house in my close-knit community had red lights posted
all around him! But still, I wasn't connecting with a word he said.

"Well, Fred, what do you think?  Do see how much these books could enhance
your life?"  He had laid one of them in my lap at some point, of which I
was totally unaware.  Now all of a sudden he reached under the book with
his hand, which brushed over my bare legs.  It was such a shock I let out a
totally unintended little gasp.  His eyes shot up towards mine, first with
fear that he had done something wrong, but then with a quizzical look after
he saw the pleasure in mine.

He had taken up the book, but as he saw the look in my eyes, he slowly
placed it back with his hand under it, resting heavily on my legs.  Almost
whispering he said, "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all.  Actually, it was very good-I mean your presentation was
very good!"  And shifting my position-because my cock was growing
uncomfortable, I suggested that since it was getting hot, would he like a
drink?

"Sure," he smiled.  "That would be great!"

When I returned with two glasses of ice water, he was sitting back very
relaxed with one leg cocked up on the sofa.  As I put his glass down on the
coffee table, I nearly dropped it!  Out of the corner of my eye I caught a
glimpse of his gaping pant leg with a beautiful, cut, soft head peeking out
at me!  The glimpse became a momentary stare, which I'm sure he noticed.
My visible reaction must have kept him from moving until long after I was
seated in a chair-now across from him with a perfect view-and had checked
it out all over again!

Gone was the salesman and his selling tone, in came the friend and his
soft, almost solicitous tone.  I was going down the drain fast!  I had to
get a hold of myself.  If he breached my security zone, I could regret it
forever.  My position in the community would be wrecked.  I could loose my
job.  "Fred!  Think with your head, not your cock!"  I told myself.

"So, Fred, did you grow up in this town?"

"Yes.  And where do hail from?  I've never seen you around here."

"I'm from Portland.  This is a summer job, and so far so good."

I was frozen in my seat.  My heart was pounding.  Was I breathing harder?
What was I going to do?  Then I noticed that his shirt seemed to be more
unbuttoned than when he came in.  I'm sure there were only two unbuttoned
ones; now there were four revealing a firm, well-shaped pec.  O my God!  I
stood up, not really for any reason, just out of reaction-my eyes riveted
on his chest!  He must have sensed my dilemma.

"Fred, why don't we finish this up and see where that takes us.  Come on
over and I'll show you the payment plan."

Almost like a child I moved over to the couch and sat down-next to him!
Our legs were now leg-to-leg, and I was definitely breathing hard-and
that's not all that was hard!

Without emotion he walked me through the payment plan.  Then he asked if I
would like to purchase this great set of references, placing a clipboard
with contract in front of me.  He placed his arm on the back of the sofa
behind me and his hand was on my shoulder.  As he pointed to the various
sections of the contract and where to sign, he gave my shoulder a gentle,
man-to-man squeeze.  I had no choice but to sign!

When I finished signing and dating the contract, I looked up and turned
toward him.  His gorgeous smile and my face were only an inch apart.  I
just looked into those luscious eyes, and said, "Thank you. . . .  You're
beautiful."

"Thank you, too!  And so are you."  Leaning one inch closer he placed his
lips gently on mine-unsure if I would respond or not.

I responded all right.  I pressed my lips to his, which slowly parted to
receive my probing tongue.  He gently sucked on it, sending chills up my
spine and quivers through my cock.  We were locked in the most delicious
kiss for what seemed like an hour until finally I broke loose and said,
"Sean."  Taking his hand, I led him from the sofa to my bedroom.  He never
took his eyes off me as I slowly undid the last two buttons, pulled his
shirt out of his shorts, and dropped it quietly to the ground.  My hands
began immediately to feel his soft, firm chest, tracing around his dark
nipples, down over his well-formed abs; and then drawing him close, I
explored his back and arms, his neck, and head.  We were both so quiet;
afraid to break the spell; afraid that it was a dream.

Then he pushed back from me, and following suit undid my shirt-feeling,
caressing, and holding me.  Ah, the warmth and exhilaration of skin to
skin, chest to chest. We hugged and thrilled each other's mouth with
excited tongues. Then "as the mist lifted," and I began to feel his young
manhood swelling, pressing against mine.  Still holding him, I pulled back
and dared to speak, "Sean?  Are you all right with this? I'm a little
concerned."

"I'm loving it!  It's been a while for me.  Am I causing you trouble."  And
he started to pull away.  But I held him.

"Wait!  It's just that no one around here knows I'm gay.  My job depends on
that.  And it's been even longer for me to hold someone so tender, so
beautiful."

"Fred, I would never tell anyone.  I don't know anyone to tell.  I mean you
don't have to worry about that part.  If you enjoy me, please enjoy me to
the fullest!"

I pulled him to me, kissing him on the mouth, the cheek, the ear, the neck,
all the while rolling my hips and my cock all over his.  Then I made up my
mind-do it!  I undid the front of his short, slipped my hand down the
shorts and waistband of his boxers and began to slowly push them down his
legs.  He let go of me and stood there as I went down with the shorts.  I
undid his shoelaces, and looked up at the most gorgeous, young-man-tool I
had ever seen.  Fully erect, it stood straight out with a slight curve up.
He sat down on the edge of the bed while I finished undressing him, taking
off his shoes and socks, and shorts.  Then I stood up to survey him again,
but he immediately began to undress me in the same slow, sensuous way.  I
didn't have shoes on so he I just lifted my feet as he slid off my shorts,
and stood up.

There we were-two total strangers totally exposed to each other and totally
enjoying the experience.  We came together in a warm, sensuous hug, and our
cocks met for the first time!  The electricity of their meeting triggered
all the deep desires within me.  I lay Sean over on the bed and we entwined
ourselves in each other's arms and legs, kissing, caressing, feeling,
touching, and holding-more than I could have ever dreamed up at the front
door!

Slowly Sean began to kiss down my neck, on to my chest, licking my nipples
until I thought I would burst.  Down my stomach to my own sword of
masculinity, which was totally engorged, erect, stiff and throbbing for
action.  He kissed its helmet first and I jerked from the sensation of it.
Then he slowly licked it like a lollipop, down the whole six inches of my
shaft.  Finally, he gently blew on it all the way back to the top, finally
taking it's helmet in his soft mouth and rolling his tongue around and
around it until I was nearly ready to cum.

"Sean, slow down.  Don't!  I'm going to cum!"

He pulled back and lay on top of me.  He spread out my arms and legs and
put himself exactly on top of my arms and legs, kissing me and rolling his
tool around my sword until I thought I would come again. Slowly, I put my
arms and legs around him and rolled him over on his back.  I reached over
to my bedside table and got out my oil.  Smearing him from head to toe,
carefully massaging, and feeling his every part, I left his tool for last.
Then with plenty of oil I took his tool in both hands and began to massage,
twisting, kneading, stroking it until he was straining with pleasure.  Then
taking it in my mouth, he filled me with his man juice as he groaned with
great gusto.  I slid up on to him and with a couple of thrusts and gushed
out myself all over his gorgeous abs.  We hugged, kissed, and breathed in
deeply the sensations of the moment.

"Sean," I whispered in his ear.  "Will you spend the night with me?
Please!"

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