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After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to myself, I didn’t bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn’t until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my parents mentioning something about having the furnace service.The guy looked me up and down with great interest. “You could stand to put on a little weight,” he said with a snicker. “But you’ve sure got a great looking cock.”

Immediately, blood rushed to my face. I just stood there with my mouth full of juice, staring at him. He was so damn good looking, for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming.

He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty-five of so. He was average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes were all over me, lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my manhood. Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Bill.

After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of juice on the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening cock with my hands. “I wasn’t expecting company,” I said rather sharply. “I think I’d better get dressed.”

Making himself at home at the kitchen table he glared at me with a crooked smile. “There’s certainly no need to go to any trouble on my account,” he said. “To be honest, I kind of like the view. Go ahead and finish you juice.”

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. Did he think just because he was so damn good looking it entitled him to take such brazen liberties?

“You know,” he said. “With your boyish good-looks I’ll bet you’re a real heart-breaker.”

I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish, I certainly didn’t need him reminding me.

Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t mean to piss you off,” he said. “It was a compliment. I’ll bet there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little ass of yours.”

My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated my preference for cock long ago, and while I definitely found the repairman attractive, I couldn’t help being a little put off by his arrogance.

“Seriously,” said Bill. “You really are a knock out. Again I felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to my cheeks. “Come now,” he said. “Don’t tell me no one has ever told you how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. No one ever had. He was the first.

“I’ll bet you’re still a virgin too, aren’t you?”

If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked, his assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn’t so naive that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me.

“I think its time I got dressed,” I said, slowly making my way toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took hold of my hand.

“Come on now. What’s your hurry? I think we should talk some more. I’d like to get to know you better.”

He pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were fixed on the distended slab of teenage meat that now sprang up from between my legs. I gasped as he yanked me down across his knees. I realized at once that his strength was far superior to mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had wanted too, would have been futile.

One of his thick arms came to rest across my back, holding me firmly in place. “When was the last time you had someone give you a good spanking?” He ran a hand over my ass. “Damn, if that ain’t a pretty ass,” he muttered. “You’ve got the smoothest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen.

I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable buttocks. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” God, help me, I did like it. I could hardly wait for him to smack my ass a second time, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

“One word about this to my parents and your job is history,” I threatened, eager for him to continue.

“Never bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You’re not going to say jack-shit to your parents. You’ve been beating your meat just aching for something like this to happen.

“You’re crazy,” I shrieked, my voice trembling with lust.

“I was like you once,” said Bill. That’s how I know what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in the doorway you’ve seized every opportunity to check out my big basket. Not that I blame you, I’ve got a big cock, as you will soon see.

Again his firm hand swept down to sting my ass, and gain I cried out in ecstasy. Palming the fire that he had ignited in my posterior, he forced a hand between my thighs to taunt my velvety ball-sac. “It makes you horny being touch like this, doesn’t it?” said Bill. “And why not? It feels good.”

“I want you to stop,” I sighed hotly. Why was I saying no when my heart, body and soul was crying yes?

“You don’t mean that,” said Bill, reaching a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect cock. “Your dick doesn’t lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it’s aching for more.”

I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill’s fingers stroked my twitching rod. “Really! You’ve got to stop,” I demanded.

“Don’t worry,” Bill sighed endearingly. “It’s all right if you cum.”

“But I don’t want to cum!” If liars are destined to burn in hell, I had just doomed myself to becoming a block of cinder.

I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman leapt to his feet, sending me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to his knees. If I had been serious about escaping his advances this was the ideal opportunity to flee, but I didn’t even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of being fucked my this handsome stud.

Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck, licking the tender buds of my erect nipples. The sting of his hand still burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust my legs into the air and forced my knees back against my chest. My chest heaved frantically as he bent down and with a single gulp consumed my entire cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid meat was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced.

“Oh God, that feels good!” I groaned. “Suck it! Suck my meat into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking cock!” My legs trembled as he complied with my demands, taking my slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy ball-sac. I was through with pretending to be coy. I wanted this big handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.

My cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. “I love the way you taste and smell,” said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run his nose through my dense pubic hair. I shivered as his hot tongue licked my cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge of responsive flesh that marked the path to my gaping butt crack. “I’m going to devour you, man. I’m going to show you just how good man sex can be.”

Shock waves quaked through my loins as Bill’s long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur that sprouted from my steamy crevice. A sensation, unlike any I had ever felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my tight pucker until my head was swimming with the intoxicating effects of his oral assault. Then, without warning, drooling profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing probe stabbed wickedly into my tightly clinched burrow. He had breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its own succulent juices, his burning tongue plunged deeper and deeper into the dank darkness of my virgin fuckhole, elevating me to a new level of awareness.

Bill retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my manhole to throb with beseeching desire. “Damn you taste good,” he sighed with a slurp of satisfaction. I watched as he opened up the front of his pants and set free his rigorously throbbing erection. The shear size of his cock was alarming, especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with this enormous tool.

Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred the slime that saturated my tense valley. He had huge hands. His fingers were long and thick — smaller than a cock, but large enough to cause me a significant amount of distress when he poked one up my ass.

My anal corridor twitched spastically, its velvety walls clinging feverishly to the meaty finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd — yet pleasing.

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Story:  The Cabin Boy
Story by: Edward James

Mick stood in the master cabin before the full length mirror and, in the dull orange light invading through the skylight above him, looked at himself. He’d seen his body a million times before but this time it was different. This time something real was about to happen to it, something he’d never known before. He had not joked when he said he’d never been with another man he had never come close. There had been offers at the pool, at the bars and clubs, even at school but something had always held him back. He remembered, as a child, lying in his bed at night, fighting to stay awake in case his father came up and said goodnight. But he never came, he was always asleep when the man returned from work and then one day he was not at home at all. At boarding school he lay awake wishing an adult would come to him and sit with him. Just to reassure him that there was someone there. No one ever did. Through his teens only other boys would approach his lonely bed at night and slip a hand under the sheets, he would push it away. He didn’t want what the others were doing. He wanted his father to come and say goodnight, to tell him he was loved. Then that wore away until he was left with just the longing for someone to tell him, to love him, and he dreamed of how it would be. The perfect man, it had to be a man, not another boy and in the perfect place at the right time. When Mick was ready, when he knew everything would be right.

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