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I had been waiting since 8:00 am. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was now 11:45. Talk about frustration. We were still in the "on-time guarantee" window of 8:00 until noon, but barely. Has anyone ever had the cable guy, or the plumber, or the electrician, or any other workman show up at the beginning of the window? I certainly haven't. Here I was, stuck at home on my day off, waiting for the cable guy to come out and hook up the service. Somehow, my partner always gets out of this crap; he claims that he just can't get out of this or that meeting. To say the least, I was a little peeved. Now that we are living in a service economy, it would be refreshing to get a little service.
Finally, at 11:59 sharp, the doorbell rang. I was still mad when I opened the door, but the sight of the cable guy calmed me down a little bit. He stood about 5' 10", built as solid as a brick shithouse (his arms absolutely bulged in his tight polo shirt), dark eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes, and a sexy mouth, which broke into a warm smile as he apologized for the delay.
"I am so sorry for being late, but my last appointment ran way longer than I thought it would," he said, extending his hand for a firm handshake.
I immediately forgave him.
The cable guy explained that he just needed to know where the television was, so he could examine what the existing wiring was like. "I should have you ready to watch your 300 channels before you know it."
After I showed the cable guy my video setup, I left him to do his work and went into the kitchen to put together some lunch. About fifteen minutes later, he called in to me, asking for the remotes for the TV, VCR, and DVD, so that he could test to make sure that all of the different components worked together with the new digital cable box. I told him that he should find them on the coffee table and went back to my sandwich.
As soon as I heard the VCR click on, I knew that I was busted. Before going to bed the night before, my partner and I had been watching some gay porn (OK, we had been doing more than just watching!), and we had left the tape in the machine. I immediately heard the unmistakable porn soundtrack, and I just about died. Maybe it is my Midwestern upbringing, but I firmly believed that there were some things that the cable guy just did not need to know. I hoped that he would quickly turn the tape off, and we could pretend like nothing had happened, but the music didn't stop. I decided that I would just have to suck it up and go fess up. Hopefully the cable guy would be cool about it.
I was a little surprised to see him just standing there, watching the threesome action on the screen. (The particular tape we had been watching was an old favorite called "Jackaroos.") As the tape rolled, and the camera focused in on a hard dick sawing in and out of a tight hole, I just stood there, watching him watching the screen. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I cleared my throat.
The cable guy looked back at me. "It looks like your VCR still works. But I don't think that I can set you up to get anything like that over the cable."
As he let the tape continue to run, I was dying of embarrassment. "Yeah, I don't think that the Republican Party would allow that. Uh, could you show me how the cable box works?" I was hoping to get him to switch the video off, but he seemed to be enjoying making me squirm.
"So, is this the kind of stuff that you like to watch?"
"Oh, I guess that I'm like most guys. Don't we all like to watch porn, one kind or another?"
"Yeah, maybe. Personally, I like to fuck for real better than watching it on TV, but I guess that isn't always an option." As he was talking, he started looking at me very intently, and I began to wonder where all of this was going. "Maybe I'll just have to see how this one ends."
I couldn't believe my ears. Was he just messing with my head, or was he actually interested in the action on the screen? "Well, OK, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Sure. You gotta beer?"
"No problem."
I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers. When I got back to the TV room, the cable guy had kicked back on the couch. I immediately noticed that he had unzipped his pants and had inserted a couple of fingers through his fly, which were messing around with what was clearly an erect cock. I handed him his beer, which he took with his free hand.
As I sat down next to him, he glanced over at me before looking back at the action on the screen. Taking a swig of his beer, he proceeded to fish his very hard, very fat, very uncut cock out of the fly of his pants.
"Man, this video is makin' me want to shoot a load. You got any problem with that?"
Was I going to object? I thought briefly about the old "ball and chain," but I quickly decided that what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"I've got no problem with that." I took a deep breath. "I might even be able to help you out there."
He just nodded, still glued to the TV screen, and I leaned down to his cock, taking in his musky smell. He had a really nice cock, especially the thick and meaty foreskin. There is just nothing better than tonguing around under that delicious flesh, and I let loose on this gorgeous specimen, stroking with my lips and sucking the leaking head. I reached up to unbutton his crisp khaki pants and was blown away to find out that he was going commando, swinging free inside his trousers. This was one very sexy guy, and he was clearly always ready for sex.
As I sucked, I raked my fingers through his dense mat of pubic hair before pushing his pants down around his ankles. He responded by kicking off his loafers and wiggling his feet free, which enabled me to spread his legs wide, giving me better access to the whole package. Almost drunk on lust, I alternated between sucking his hard, twitching cock and licking his shaved balls, which hung heavy and full.
Although I was having a great time exploring his lower half, I decided that I should take a look at my cable guy's other muscles. I pushed his polo shirt up, and he responded by skinning it off completely, exposing his muscular torso. His naked body was now completely on display, and it exuded raw animal power. I had no doubt that he could get me to do anything that he wanted, and this fact turned me on immensely.
I slowly ran my hands up his muscular abdomen and across his chest. His whole body was nicely defined, and he had just the right sprinkling of hair on his thick pecs, not too much, not too little. I began to twist the distended nipples, leading to groans that only intensified as I once again took his leaking cock into my mouth and my wet lips stroked up and down his hard shaft.
As I continued to blow him, he looked around the room and eventually noticed the video camera sitting on a bookshelf.
"Does that thing work?"
I just nodded, because my mouth was full.
"You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna tape myself fucking you right here in front of the TV. Every time you watch TV, you're gonna think about me fucking you, and you're gonna watch this tape instead of the other shit you've got."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I didn't waste any time running to the bedroom to get some lube (there was no way I was going to be able to take that dick dry) while he set up the camera on a tripod I had. As soon as the equipment was ready, the cable guy had me on all fours so he could prep my ass, and before long I felt the fat head knocking at my back door. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed back and popped him through. It felt awesome. His thick, uncut meat was a bit of a challenge, but I willed myself to relax as it stretched my sphincter. As he probed deeper and deeper, I could feel the blunt cockhead making contact with my swollen prostate, and this in turn caused my dick to throb with excitement.
The cable guy began to rhythmically fuck me, relentlessly filling and emptying my guts. As he sawed in and out, all I could focus on were the electric sensations that washed over me, emanating from deep inside my ass. I vaguely was aware that I was being filmed as I was fucked on my hands and knees in the middle of the TV room, but frankly I had more important things to worry about, like how I could squeeze as much stimulation as possible out of this opportunity.
It was a shock when I felt him pull his cock out, but it all made sense when he flipped me over, propped my ass up with a pillow, and grabbed the camera off of the tripod. He firmly ground down into me, filming every step of the way as inch after inch of his hard shaft disappeared inside of me. He then proceeded to just fuck the shit out of me while he recorded all of my reactions for posterity. I was really getting into the idea of putting on a show for the camera, and I began to jack my cock and tweak my hard nipples, trying to show my audience just how turned on I was.
The intense stimulation was clearly having an effect on both of us. The cable guy's breathing started to get a little ragged, and his heavy balls began to draw up, ready to deliver their load. I could sense that he was going to just go for broke. He started to long-dick me, wanting to maximize the friction he was feeling, and I simultaneously ratcheted up the rate at which I milked him with my ass muscles while I pumped my cock with my fist.
It all happened at once. He let out a loud yell as he bottomed out in my ass as I shot my load as my ass sucked his load out of his cock. I was covered and filled with hot cum, and I was loving it.
Still buried inside, the cable guy collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around his muscular torso. I savored the feeling of his chest against mine as we breathed in tandem, coming down from the effects of a monster orgasm. My whole body was tingling, and I could sense every individual hair on his body as it made contact with my skin.
He laughed as he pulled out of me and rolled off.
"Whew, that was amazing," he exclaimed. "We'll have to play `Cable Guy' again sometime."
I turned and grinned at my handsome, sexy partner. "Yeah, but don't forget how much you liked Pool Guy' last time. And I still want to try FBI Special Agent' sometime."
I think that a rich fantasy life is important in any relationship.
THE END