Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2010 23:34:37 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "If I had a dog ..."

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If I had a dog ...


If I did .. he would probably say "ruff ruff" ...  me.. I was saying "roof!
roof! Damned fucking roof!!"

Sooner or later everything gets a bit older and worn out ... and 'house
coverings' are no different.  Yep.. them things called "roofs".

So how is that a sexy story ...  well... you wouldn't ask that if you met
my roofers!!

I guess you just finished shaking your head when you finally, now, got my
catchy title ..  whadda segway.  C'mon... this story is under 'gay
encounters' not 'beastiality'.

That's what it's all about ..  The contractor himself was a hot, young
late-30's guy ..  had a great body at about 5'10" with lots of work-formed
muscles from his own earlier years up there nailing shingles. .. and his
crew.. cum-drippin' boys that had you hot, hard, and hungry the first time
you saw them, assuming you are so inclined .. (and if you are reading
this.. I think I can assume...)

It had finally gotten too bad .. my skylights in the family room addition
from 8 years ago had leaked - despite re-flashing and enough tar to pave a
200-mile thruway -- to the point that I had to do something ..  so here I
was ...  take the damned things out and fix the roof and ceiling or end up
having to do the walls along with it.

Turned out there was more damage to the roof itself than to the ceiling
inside...  and biting the bullet (and the costs).. I gave the go-ahead.

...and the 'invasion' began ..  hot studly boys outside and inside...as I
just sat there and watched.

Well... really I didn't just sit..or watch...  I'd sit for a while, then
head to the bathroom and jerk off a load with visions of all those big,
hot, young, baskets, fantasizing what might be inside the cutoff jeans
shorts.  That's the standard roofer 'uniform' - cut-offs and tan work
boots.  They always start the day with t-shirts, but by an hour into work,
those garments are removed and tossed to the ground, leaving shining,
sweaty, muscled bodies in unobstructed view.

It being "my house" ... and living alone ..  one day I didn't close the
door all the way ...  and ... it slowly opened.

"Gotcha!" he said as I finally noticed the more open door ...

It was my contractor.

"They are nice, aren't they?" he posed.  "Why do you think I pick the ones
I do?"

Being totally shamed at being caught with my cock in my hand..  and also a
bit more than pissed at someone opening the bathroom door on me ....  I was
also totally confused.

"Ummmn.. Uhnnnnn... ohhhhh... whaaaaaa....jeeeeze..."  Then, finally I got
words and shouted, "What the fuck!!???"

"I've seen you checking them all out .. and me too...  I think you would
like to 'sample' a few," he stated without blinking or blushing, "and...I'm
okay with that.  Where would you like to start?"

If I hadn't been sitting on the closed lid, I think I might have just shit
right then!!

"And what makes you think that ...." I tried to counter ...and then just
realized that was dumb and I .. well... wilted.

"Yeah... I have .. and .. I'd like you to start.. but can I have Carl
next?"

He actually laughed.  At first I was almost humiliated, then I realized he
was just laughing at the relief of the situation...and then he added,
"sounds good to me."

"So what's next?" I asked, perfectly at ease.

"Clean things up, and go get in bed.  I'll be there in a few."

With that he walked out and headed for the work area.

I did what he asked/told/demanded(?) ...  I jumped up, opened the lid to
the toilet, pulled off my clothes, and grabbed the syringe.  I cleaned
myself inside, brushed my teeth, then jumped in for a very quick shower,
and headed to the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Rod (the contractor, and as I was to discover, so
aptly named) came in and walked over to the edge of the bed.  He stood
there for a minute...then...without a word he kicked off his boots,
unbuttoned and dropped his cut-offs - of course, he was commando under them
-- lifted the sheet and comforter, and crawled in next to me.

I had only gotten a quick look at the tackle between his legs...but it
registered as nice, and big...and uncut.  That's my 'downfall'.  Oh, how I
love that extra hood of skin.  Love to play with it, just look at it,
watching as it peels back over the slickly smooth, blue-cast head, and most
of all to taste it, nibble that little nipple, and get my tongue in under
it.

I, myself, am cut (dammit!)...but I've been told more than once that I do
know how to take care of an uncut one.  So far none of my previous
encounters with one ended badly.

Rod didn't waste any time.  He just moved up to me, wrapped those gorgeous
guns around me, and planted a kiss on my lips.

Usually, it's a bit of nibble and nuzzle and moving toward lips slowly
... testing the other guy's limits.  He didn't hesitate.  His lips were on
mine, grinding and pressing.  His teeth opened and I felt his tongue
sweeping over my lips.  They opened reactively and in the next second we
were tongue-grappling back and forth like two enraged anacondas.

A little lower down, I could feel his rock-hard member rubbing into my
belly and leaving a cold streak wherever it touched.  "MMMMmmmmm" I moaned.
Reaching down I grabbed hold and felt a very large handful of hot,
throbbing manhood.  Gripping it firmly, I pushed the skin on the shaft down
toward his pubes and could just imagine seeing the head emerging as I did
so.  Then I pushed it downward so it slipped in under my balls.

Tightening my thighs, I began to slow hump forward and back, feeling his
cockhead as it rode over my scrotum and the perineum.  That time he moaned
"MMMMmmmmmm."  Our lips still locked together.

Finally I pulled back a bit and attacked his ear and neck.  Nuzzling and
licking and nibbling as we both chorused our moans.

Then he returned the favor and went after my ear and neck like a starving
man on a prime steak.  By now I had quit humping him as he took over there
too and began driving that not-so-miniature telephone pole between my
thighs.

I couldn't wait any more.  I had to both see and taste that log.  I backed
away, tossed the covers down and by natural attraction (not looking yet)
grabbed it and lifted it as he rolled onto his back.  What I saw just made
me weak in the knees.  Thank goodness I wasn't standing up.  I know I would
have fallen.  There were 8 of the most incredible inches of mantackle I
have ever seen.  As I stared uncontrollably, I moved my hand down the shaft
and watched as the nipple over the tip opened up and slid tightly over the
pre- cum slickened head until it slipped under the coronal ring.

Oh.... That shiny, smooth, slightly-bluish-cast head just throbbed and took
my breath away.  I was going to chow down on that monster and, if things
turned out (turned over?)  right, I was going to swallow it up my chute and
let it plant a gallon of its seed in me.

Without waiting I lifted up and all but lunged downward to trap it in my
hungry top hole, pushing the skin forward as I did to protect its
sensitivity until I was ready to go there.

By the time my lips reached the end, the nipple of skin was back in place
and I just licked it, then lightly nibbled it between my upper lip and
lower teeth.  His back arched, raising his ass and that Washington Monument
of cocks, as his moan shifted to a growl.

Keeping my hand in place to keep that hood intact, I slipped my tongue into
the breech and began to run its rough surface over and around the inner
contents.  He shivered.

Then slowly I pushed my hand down the shaft, revealing the bared head as my
lips moved right with the then-stretched skin and enveloped it until my
lips were over the rim as well.

As I turned on my 'Hoover-mode", I kept running my tongue around the edge,
paying special attention to both the slit and the v-base of the head.  By
now he was pouring out his wonderfully tasty nectar like a gas-hose.  I've
had a few 'juicy' guys in my past, but this guy set world records!!  His
was truly a cock of "milk and honey".

I couldn't resist.  I went down deep ... until, unfortunately my gag-reflex
kicked in.  Yeah.. it's still there as hard as I try to overcome it.  And I
did that.  I tried again, but, again, it kicked.  Oh well....one of these
days....

However, by now I had him harder than a cement milestone marker and he was
sure as hell 'slicked up'.  So I reached over to my bedside night stand and
pumped a handful of my ready-and-waiting bottle of Lubriderm into my
palm...then slapped it into my crack.

Rolling away from him, I turned my head back and said, "Now.  Fuck me
now!!"

Raising my top leg, he moved into position and I felt that wide helmet
probe into my crack and like a homing missile it found its target.

"Push!" I demanded.

And push he did.  And I thought I was having an SUV drive in there !!!!
Yes, there was some pain, but as soon as he had breeched the wall, he
stopped and let it subside.  Then he began his relentless drive to the
depths.

"OOOhhhhhhhhhh!! Ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk!" he groaned.  "OHhhhhh, yeah,
babyyyy!  That is so tight and hot!!  Damn!!! That's it!!!!"

"Great," I moaned back over my shoulder.  "Now fuck it!!! ...and don't
shut-up.  Lemme know you like it."

"Like it?" he responded.  "I 'love' it.  I'm not even started and I'm
coming back later for seconds!!!!"

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I countered.

"I'm gonna make you whine like a bitch," he muttered.

"NO!  I'm not a 'bitch' ... I'm just another guy that likes man-on-man sex
and I like to get fucked.  So fuck me, tell you like it, moan, groan,
curse, whatever...  but don't demean me.  I'm not that submissive."

"Yes, sir!" he half-laughed.  "Permission to 'cum' aboard."

"Permission granted," I chuckled as I pushed my ass onto him until I felt
his pubes on the top of my crack.  "Cum aboard, on board, inboard...."

And then the 'fun' really began.

Pushing my raised shoulder forward, he had me on my stomach and began to
plow that field with some major equipment.  He was moaning, I was moaning.
He growled, I growled.  He pumped, I rose to meet his thrust, squeezing my
ass muscles to grip and hold him.  Then he got to just the right angle and
the next thrust pounded my g-spot.

"Awwwwwwwww Fuccccckkkkkkkk!" I literally shouted.  All I could see was
fireworks in my brain.  "Do that again," I nearly begged.

And do-it-again he did!!!!  I'm sure my eyes crossed inside my closed
eyelids.  My body just spasmed and went rigid.

Having found the right spot, he worked it until I was no more than just a
puddle of jelly, and he was riding atop it all.

Somewhere in there I just started to pour out cum.  It wasn't really like
an orgasm - just like there was a tap and someone opened it.  I came to a
partial level of reality and went to work on his cock with my inner muscles
that much harder.

That was just before he groan-shouted, "OOOOhhhhhhhhh m'godddddddddd!!
Here it cums!!!  here it cums !!!!!"

....and OMG did he !!!  I could feel his already huge, rigid, swollen
member get even larger and harder until it stretched my insides and then
erupted like Vesuvius.

It seemed like gallons of searing man-lava was being unleashed into my
guts.  I expected it to float my eyeballs and come out my nose.

He didn't make a sound ...he just jammed that bone into my hole as hard and
deep as it would go and his whole body just shook as I counted "one, two,
three ... eleven, twelve.."  and he hadn't stopped.  That's when it dawned
on me that I hadn't even heard him breathe.

It must have been a full minute before he all but just collapsed onto me,
and began to suck in great quantities of air.  After gaining a bit of
rational thought, he realized that he had me pinned to bed and I was having
a bit of breathing problem with his full weight on me.

He started to pull out and roll off.

"NO!  Leave it in there, please." I asked.

So he just raised his upper body onto his elbows and began to kiss the back
of my neck.  We enjoyed it until he went totally soft and my natural
peristalsis ejected him.

Then he rolled off me and I turned toward him.

"Nice," I said with a smile.

"Damned nice," he replied with a smile.

Then we moved together to kiss again.  This time a nice quick peck on lips,
saying "yes, it was nice."

Then he moved up and over me to get off the bed.  "Gotta go check on my
boys," he said.

"I know," I groaned, trying to let him know that I would rather he stayed
where he had been..

"You want to see Carl?" he asked.

"Not now, man...  I gotta recover..."

By then, he was dressed and heading out of the bedroom.

" 'Cum' again," I added as his back disappeared around the corner of the
hallway.

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develop it into a new series.....