News at Five

By John Candu

Published on Jan 17, 1998

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NEWS AT FIVE By John Candu

News got his nickname while working as a TV reporter and winning nearly every broadcast award there is. I recognized the famous News At Five anchor the instant he walked into our store one afternoon. He asked for help picking out a computer. I answered his questions and helped him select a no-frills PII machine that could be expanded. He began hanging out at the store on Saturday mornings just to talk shop and drink coffee.

News looks better in person than on TV. He's 30-something, about 6 feet tall, lanky, and ruggedly handsome with a smile that can melt an iceberg. His TV "work clothes" consists of business suits and expensive ties during the week, but weekends are for jeans and tees. I love his jeans' snug fit, which shows off his tool basket nicely.

As we got acquainted over several Saturday sessions, I found myself spending more and more time behind the counter to hide my erection. At first I had no idea whether News was straight, bi or gay. I later learned he was married. But as we became friends, I sensed he was sending signals my way -- the way he held eye contact seemingly forever, the way he let his eyes drift over my body, and the way he touched me while talking and making friendly, innocent gestures.

Over the ensuing months our friendship blossomed along with his computer skills. He began upgrading his system, buying nearly everything from our store. One day he asked if I could come over to his house and install a 6-gig hard drive. Normally, I would have gone through channels and cleared it with the boss, but for my friend I always said "sure." After that, there was a steady progression of upgrades -- 56K modem, more ram, larger monitor.

By this time, I was fairly certain News was interested in my 21-year-old body. I'm tall, lean, with dark hair and a swimmer's body. My body surges with constant sexual energy; I am so horny I could suck and fuck several times a day 7 days a week and never get enough. Unfortunately, my sex drive far exceeds available partners. I hoped News was a real prospect.

The first service call was uneventful. It took a few minutes to do the work while we made small talk and I was on my way.

The next day I read in the paper about News' promotion to general manager. My friend was stepping up and leaving behind the 5 p.m. anchor position that had made him famous.

Then it happened on my second service call to his home. On the phone he asked if I could be at his house at precisely 5 p.m. I arrived and got on the floor and crawled under his desk to begin work. Local news was on his giant-screen TV. News was sitting close enough to touch me with his knee, which I felt him brush now and then against my butt. It was innocent enough: I figured he just wanted to sit close enough to watch what I was doing. When I sorted out the cables and sat down I couldn't help but steal glances between his parted legs at his crotch.

I began swapping out a sound card. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement. I looked up and caught him rubbing his crotch and an enormous erection. I reached up and felt of him through his trousers. I took hold of his stiff shaft and jacked it up and down. He moaned and scooted forward on the chair. I unzipped his pants and brought out his uncut cock -- at least 7" of thick hard beef.

The perky blonde newscaster with too much makeup prattled on about a bank robbery. The stereo speakers put her inside our heads. Without a word, I impaled my head on his studmeat, working my tongue beneath his shaft as he pumped his meat in and out of my mouth urgently. I gulped him down, feeling his pubs tickle my nose. He grabbed the back of my head and set the pace. He face-fucked my mouth-cunt deep and fast. I let him pound into my mouth-pussy hard as he could even though it hurt my throat. Then I felt his head engorge even more. It took only a few moments before he was shooting volumes of cum while goring me. I drank him dry and licked him clean.

More times than not, when a guy shoots his wad he's through with me. Not News. He showed no eagerness to rush me out of the house. Instead, he cupped my face in his hands and we kissed deeply. We then drank beer and spent a few minutes watching the weatherman, then the famous broadcaster sucked my cock just as the woman newscaster came back on.

That marked the beginning of our sexual relationship, but I still knew little about his personal life. I didn't ask; I figured he would tell me what he wanted me to know, if anything.

Soon he told me about his wife. She's the perky blonde who now anchors the News At Five program. I couldn't help but laugh.

While doing her thing in front of the camera every day, News was letting me do his thing in front of her.

Now I love News at Five every day.

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