Message-ID: <2751eli$9708081556@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cagecashier@sprintmail.com X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Repost-My Gay TXT Collection - 801-0023.txt(1/1) 12137 bytes Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5sd65g$7ng@newsfep3.sprintmail.com> First of all...I didn't write any of these stories. My collection of stories come from places I've visited over the years. I tried to sort out all the incomplete and straight stories. If a few got past me, my apologies. Happy Reading!!!! =============================================================================== The Block Party BBS Voice (Support) 617-782-2500 PO Box 187 Data (New members) 617-782-2900 Boston, MA 02134-0187 Data (Existing members) 617-782-3200 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Be sure to see our website at: www.blockparty.com If you are under the age of 18, please grow up. =============================================================================== === This is a fictional presentation! === This is a fictional presentation! === =============================================================================== The Electrician By Clifford Saint It was about two o'clock on a wednesday, and my boss had asked me to keep an eye on the electrical contractor as he was installing the new power and data lines for our computer room in the new location. Being a consultant, and unaccustomed to such things, I was a little bit offended at the thought of being given such a boring task, but I soon found out it was going to be a VERY enjoyable experience... Steve was our contractor's name. He was about 5'11" with long, curly brown hair, the most fantastic set of brown eyes (the kind that go right through you), and a body to worship (muscular, football player type, but not too overdeveloped). I was waiting in the computer room when he walked in and asked me where the outlets for the system were supposed to go. I had a blueprint, and I went over it with him. While we were hunched over the desk, my eyes kept straying to that beautiful bod. He was wearing faded, form fitting blue jeans, and a t-shirt, and workboots. I got a little bit nervous when he caught my sideward glance, but he said nothing, and both our eyes looked back to the blueprint. Steve set off to work immediately, measuring the space of the room and marking out where he was supposed to place the outlets. While this was going on, I got a real good, long look at his slightly bulging jeans. As the afternoon wore on, I got bored with just watching him work, so I got up from my desk and started to walk around the room to appraise what had been done, making sure to ask questions about the how's and why's of electrical work. After a while, I had a regular conversation going, and finally worked up the nerve to ask what he did in his spare time... "Not much", he said. "I'm on the revoked list for driving, so I don't get to go out too often. " At that, I asked him if he had a girlfriend with a car, and he said he wasn't seeing anybody at the time, mentioning that it may have been due to his lack of license. How could I have asked for more? This was perfect! I started thinking of a way in which I could find out his interests and express mine, when he walked over to where I was standing, and asked me to help him run a line through the wall. I said sure, and asked what he wanted me to do. He told me to stand on the ladder, and feed the wire through a hole he had drilled in the top of the wall frame, and he would pull it through the outlet slot cut into the wall when it came through the bottom. I got up on the ladder and started to push the wire through the hole in the top, when after a few seconds, I felt a hand on my thigh. I looked down and there was Steve staring at me with the most beautiful smile imaginable (those eyes!). I was so startled, I nearly dropped off the ladder. He said, "I know you've been watching me. " I was a little off balance mentally, and I said that was why I was in the room, to watch. He just stood there and kept staring, I started to melt. He said, "Well, you've been watching more than my work. " CAUGHT! What to do? I was embarrassed, but tried to put on a brave face. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, and I got down off the ladder. I started to walk across the room to my desk when I heard him say, "You know you want it. If you really want it, all you have to do is touch it and it's yours." I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around. He was directly in front of me. I could smell his slightly musky sweaty odor, and could practically feel his eyes drilling holes into my mind. He reached out and took my hand, and guided it to the crotch of his jeans. Slowly he moved my hand to outline his crotch. It was as hard as a steel plate and hot to the touch. I lost control of myself and clenched my hand a little, as he let go of my wrist, I kept massaging his crotch. He reached up and caressed my check with his supprisingly soft hand. "Do you want it?", he said. I simply nodded, dumbstruck. He took my hand once more and guided me into the storage area in the computer room. I followed him in as he shut the door behind us. "No one will bother us in here, since nobody's on this floor yet.", he said. As the door latch clicked into place, he turned around to face me again. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and said, "Kneel". I did, and he placed one of his hands behind the back of my head and pressed my face up against the crotch of his jeans. I could feel his hot cock pulsating beneath the tough fabric. He relaxed his grip on me for a moment, and undid his fly. Slowly he lowered his jeans down to his knees leaving only a pair of white cotton briefs on his waist. Again, he placed his hand on the back of my head, but he didn't move my face closer this time. "If you really want it, take it", he said. I reached up slowly to place my hand on his waistband, and then equally slowly pulled his briefs down to his knees to reveal an 8-1/2" Cut rod about 2 inches thick. I reached up and caressed his tool. Slowly I drew my fingers down to his balls and he let out a slight moan of pleasure. "Take me in your mouth!", he panted. Still moving slowly, I moved closer and began to lick the tip of his cock with my tongue. Down the shaft of his tool I went with just the tip of my tongue touching, and as I reached the base, I began to outline his balls. Then I moved slowly up his shaft again and placed my mouth over his cockhead. Inch by wonderful inch he pushed his rod into my waiting mouth until the shaft was completely buried in my face. I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft in short smooth strokes. As a short time passed doing this, he began to massage my neck and shoulders with his hands as I moved up and down on his rod. I began to increase my pace a little, and shortly felt precum forming at his piss slit with my tongue. He let out another low moan and grabbed the back of my head and began pumping my face on his swollen shaft furiously. After a few almost intolerable seconds, he let out yet a third moan and began shooting his load down my throat. It slid easily down as I swallowed. When he was done cumming, he just stood there with his cock buried deep in the back of my throat for a few seconds and then let go of me as I pulled away from him. I lookup up from where I was and smiled at him. He smiled back and lent me a hand to my feet. He pulled up his pants, and said, "I think we're finished here for today. I looked at my watch. The time was 4: 30p. m. "I'll be back tomorrow morning at about eleven to finish up", he said. And with that, he grabbed his toolbox and left. Thursday - 11: 00 Am I was sitting in the computer room at one of my largest clients watching all the various contractors finishing the place for my employers. They were in the process of moving to the new building and had asked me to supervise this set up so nothing would go wrong. In my opinion, nothing could have been more right! Yesterday had been an adventure all to itself. Today promised to be another equally as interesting! Steve had just arrived, and was working with the lighting and systems contractors who were performing their various tasks... He was coordinating the setup of the electrical wiring with both of them. I sat at my desk trying to work on my laptop computer, while keeping an eye on things to make sure they were done right. At around twelve o'clock, the Lighting and Systems people went to lunch. Steve stayed behind to complete his work as he had virtually just arrived, but had asked one of the guys to bring him back a sandwich. After the others had left, Steve continued to work on the wiring. Assuming that he was trying to maintain a schedule of some sort, I kept at my own work on the PC. I was becoming totally engrossed with my work and doing quite well at it, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Steve standing behind me. He smiled and said, "So how have you been?" Repressing a grin I almost couldn't control, I told him that I had been fine since yesterday and asked him how he was. He just shrugged, and said that he was taking a break from his work for a few minutes. He began to massage my neck and shoulders. It felt great. The tensions of the day began to drain from my body. I started to relax. He leaned down and began kissing my neck and my cheek. Then he turned me and my chair to face him. He placed his mouth on mine and kissed me long and deep. Our tongues intertwined with each others, and he began to massage my shoulders again. As his hands reached the area of my chest, he began unbuttoning my shirt. As he worked his way down, he ran his tongue down my throat and my chest and began to play with my nipples. His hands found my belt, and that was quickly undone. He opened the zipper of my pants and began to tug them down. His mouth found the crotch of my underwear. He began to lick furiously at the white cotton fabric of my briefs. My cock began to swell from the attention. He panted, "Do you want what I want?" I could only find the energy to spare to say one word as my body began to tingle with sheer sensations of pleasure and delight, "Yes", I moaned. His hands reached for the elastic waistband of my briefs, and they were quickly and silently removed. His mouth found my now engorged cock and he placed his lips around the head. He began to suck and to move his mouth up and down my shaft. I was in ecstasy. My hands wandered through his thick dark hair on his head as he went through his spectacular motions. The sensations running through my body were fantastic. I felt the beginnings of the surge of pleasure that could only mean one thing. I felt drops of precum forming on my pulsating cock. As Steve began to massage the inner regions of my thighs, I felt my body begin to explode. Waves of pleasure ran through my body. "I'm Cumming", I moaned. He thrust his mouth down and rammed my cock deep into the back of his throat. I felt as though I was sending gallons and gallons of cum down his throat. Finally, as the pleasure began to subside, Steve looked up at me. I could see drops of cum running down his cheek. He smiled, then stood up. I dressed slowly, and then walked over to him. I placed my mouth over his, and kissed him. That kiss felt like an eternity. As we stood apart from each other, I asked him when I would see him again. He replied simply that he would see me as often as he could, whenever he could. He gave me his home phone number, and I did likewise, and he said he'd call me. About ten days later, the phone rang at home. I answered it, and it was Steve. He asked me if I'd like to go to dinner. I said yes, and we set up a date. What went on? 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