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  On the last day of the project we took an hour and a half for lunch. All we had left was to finish picking up our tools. We fucked for most of our lunch break but saved enough time to stretch out on Johnny’s tarp. I watched thunderheads build in the sky for a late afternoon storm. We dressed, picked up our stuff, and shared one final embrace on the rooftop while heavy raindrops fell upon my brow.

  Back at the office the next day, Marvin was happy with my work. “The same client has another job with a live-wire delta situation,” he said. “They’re putting the same crew from this job together over there. Think you can handle it?”

  “Think so,” I said.

  HIGH-SPEED CONNECTION

  Dalton

  I work from my home office as a freelance graphic designer and writer. Most days I wake up, roll out of bed, and then head into my office for a day of email, design work, phone calls, and so on. Ever since my wife left several months ago, I’ve been in a mixed state of lonely, horny, and hopeful.

  Our sex life was always decent, and at times, quite imaginative. I’d told Jan about a gay relationship I had while I was a junior in college. She listened as I described how my college lover and I would spend long hours in bed pleasuring each other as only two horny college guys can. When I described how much I enjoyed it when he made love to me, she asked if I wanted her to do the same.

  She enjoyed our role reversal where she was the aggressor and told me what to do and what she wanted. I enjoyed being her bottom, especially when she wore a nice big strap-on cock and used me like her little fuck toy. I had always missed the feeling of a hard cock inside me, and while a strap-on will never replace the real thing, I have to give Jan credit—she became so good at using it, I sometimes forgot and almost believed I was with another guy.

  Some nights, she’d turn out the light, make me kneel down in front of her, and drop her jeans to reveal the thick cock jutting from her slim hips. She’d leave on a heavy flannel shirt that totally obscured her small breasts. She’d stand before me with just the shirt on, her voice deep and commanding, and tell me to suck her cock. I’d open my mouth, gazing up at her dim profile and her short haircut, and suck for all I was worth, taking inch after rubbery inch into my mouth, forgetting at times that it wasn’t a real cock.

  After a few minutes of my frantically sucking her, my own cock would be rock hard and straining against my jeans. She’d order me to strip for her and then tell me to lie on the bed and grip the posts of the headboard. She’d tie my wrists to the bed and then lift my legs up onto her shoulders. She’d lube me thoroughly and then slip into me while her lubed hand glided up and down my aching cock. The strap-on had an end that pressed into her vagina so the more she thrust into me, the hotter she got. By the time I came, she was usually coming, too and screaming her head off. I would shoot all over myself, my body shaking, my arms straining against the ropes that bound me until I slumped back in a sweaty heap, totally used. The only thing I missed was the exquisite feel of the cum leaking slowly from my ass afterward.

  Jan and I played this fantasy out over several years with many variations and toward the end, we rarely had straight sex at all. On the day she was to move out, she finished packing her things, took my hand, and led me to our bedroom, now half empty. “Jeff, could I fuck you one last time before I go?” she asked, tears in her eyes. I nodded and for the next hour, we played our game, this time with me on my hands and knees while she reached underneath and jerked me off.

  As we stood on the front porch watching the sunset she smiled up at me and touched my cheek. “Maybe you should find yourself a nice guy and settle down,” she said softly.

  “Maybe you should find yourself a nice girl,” I responded. She smiled, kissed me, and drove away to her new job and her new life out on the West Coast. That had been almost four months ago, and every time I went out with friends her words bounced around in my head. Women who heard Jan had left kept stopping by our table at restaurants and bars to say hi and offer themselves, sometimes not too subtly, to help me with my loneliness. But I just kept begging off, saying I wasn’t ready.

  Truthfully I was ready, but I had no idea how to find what I wanted. I was a responsible adult looking for another adult, and I had no idea where to begin. Luckily, a responsible adult found me.

  It happened the day my Internet connection went down (no pun intended). I woke up that day and was trying to get my email when I noticed that my cable modem wasn’t lit up. After checking my connections, I called the company and they said they had a private contractor who specialized in troubleshooting complex systems like mine and they’d send him over in an hour or so. I looked down at myself and smiled. I was sitting nude in my office and figured I’d better put something on. Since Jan left, I spent many days without ever getting dressed as I’d always enjoyed being nude, given the chance. Working from home, it didn’t matter what I wore or didn’t, so I indulged myself.

  I took a quick shower and stared at myself in the mirror with a critical eye. My five-foot-nine frame was slim and well muscled, thanks to a routine of running, cycling, and lifting weights at the gym. My dark brown hair hung halfway down my back, and I usually held it back with a small silver tie that I’d bought in Arizona. My eight-inch cock hung down low and my large balls in their heavy sac were even lower owing to the summer heat. I slipped into a pair of thin running shorts and a tight T-shirt and tied my hair back. I looked at my face in the mirror, and saw that my smooth, tanned skin went well with my hair. I carefully trimmed my mustache so it looked neat and saw the tiny wrinkles at the edges of my dark brown eyes crinkle as I smiled at myself. “It’s like you’re getting ready for a date,” I said to the mirror.

  Maybe I was. The doorbell rang an hour later and I went to answer it. I opened the door and gaped. The man who stood there simply took my breath away. He was almost exactly my height but slimmer. He wore thin khaki pants that fit like a glove and a red polo with the company logo on the left breast. He carried a computer bag, and he was smiling at me. He was young, maybe midtwenties and had a full head of gorgeous blond hair gathered back in a short ponytail. He was totally clean shaven and had the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. His lips were full, soft, and sensual, and his voice was rich and medium deep. “Hi, I’m David. I’m here to help you with your Internet problem,” he said, offering a clean, well-manicured hand. I took his hand in mine and felt gentle pressure and heat that rushed through my whole body right to my cock.

  I stood there a second too long holding his hand and then came back to my senses. He smiled at me again, an interested look passing across his eyes for a second. “Uh sure, let me show you what’s up,” I said, releasing his hand and turning to lead the way to my office, hoping he didn’t see the bulge in my shorts. As we walked, I could almost feel his eyes on my body and my cock grew even harder. When we got to my office, it was his turn to be impressed.

  “Wow, this is some serious hardware. I see why they called me,” said David, his eyes traveling around my large, well-lit office. My office had countertops on two sides and shelves on the other two walls. In one corner were a fax machine, copier, and two large laser printers, one a Xerox color and the other an HP monochrome. My main workstation was an Apple tower with two thirty-inch flat-screen monitors, and my writing station was an Apple Powerbook seventeen inch with a twenty-inch second screen attached. I also had the usual scanner, digitizing tablet, and wireless keyboards and mice. It was a nice setup.

  David opened his pack and pulled out a small Apple laptop and hooked it to my cable modem. I watched him move, my eyes drinking in his fluid, athletic build. He was graceful, confident, and very competent. I watched as he quickly determined that my modem had failed and I’d need a replacement. “Let me run out to the car and get a new one. I’ll hook you up, call the change in to the office, and then you’ll be all set,” he said, standing and turning to me. The bulge in my shorts was now getting out of hand, and I could feel sweat breaking out under my arms. I smiled weakly as I sa
w his eyes dart downward for just a second but then my hopes soared as he smiled and his eyes locked on to mine.

  “Sure, I’ll just be down the hall, call if you need anything,” I said, heading to my bedroom as he turned to walk out to his car. I went quickly into my bedroom and stood next to the bed, taking deep breaths. Without even thinking, I tugged my shorts down to my knees and freed my straining cock. I gripped it and sighed at the contact. I closed my eyes and stroked it very gently, trying to picture what David might look like without his clothes. Suddenly I heard a noise and opened my eyes. David stood in the doorway, a cable modem in one hand and a broad smile on his face.

  “You sure do have some beautiful hardware in here, too,” he said, his sexy voice low and his eyes glued to my straining manhood. “You know, I’m very good with that sort of equipment, too,” he said. He set the modem on a table and moved closer to me.

  “Do you offer this sort of service to everyone?” I asked, suddenly wary, but still frighteningly turned on, yearning for his touch.

  “No,” he said, suddenly looking a bit sad. “I was with someone for the last five years, and he left me a few months ago. I’ve been alone since then. What about you? I see where you had a ring,” he asked, eyeing my left hand.

  “My wife left a few months ago after five years. It’s okay, but I’ve been alone, too. Until now,” I said, pulling off my shirt and stepping out of my shorts. He moved into my arms, and our lips met in a soft tentative kiss. He tasted of mint and smelled wonderful, like he’d just stepped out of a shower. His lips were incredibly soft. His arms came around and his soft hands moved down and cupped my naked ass. I groaned into his mouth. I felt his warm tongue probe my lips, and I opened my mouth allowing him in. My tongue touched his and we stood like that for long, endless moments, kissing and each getting more turned on by the minute. Finally, he broke the kiss with a moan and stepped back. Wordlessly, I watched as he stripped with quick, smooth movements until he stood before me, a young god bathed in morning light.

  His slim body was lightly tanned and all smooth, evenly muscled, with just a gentle dusting of blond hair on his chest and a thicker patch above his erect penis. We gazed at each other’s bodies until, with a yearning sigh, I sank to my knees and leaned forward until his penis was an inch from my hungry mouth. With a shaky hand, I reached out and ran my fingers over the soft, smooth skin of his slender, beautiful, seven-inch manhood. His penis was like a piece of sculpture, perfect in all ways, smelling slightly of his sweat and cologne.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” I said, my voice husky with need.

  “How long?” he asked, equally needy.

  “Since college. You’re the first man I’ve been with in almost seven years.” I opened my mouth and took him then. His flesh was warm and very hard, and I leaned forward, sucking gently, taking almost half his shaft into my mouth, one hand leading the way while I cupped his heavy balls with the other. He sighed deeply and stood very still as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. He tasted salty and smelled wonderful, and I sucked harder as I grew more and more aroused. His breathing became louder and I could feel his body begin to shiver. His cock was now rock hard. I wasn’t going to stop.

  “I’m going to come,” he cried out seconds later and I readied myself. I moved until just the head was in my mouth and stroked my hand along his wet shaft quickly and smoothly. His body tensed and then he cried out and began to shake. His balls contracted in my hand, and I felt the first wave of semen shoot into my mouth. The salty acrid taste was like wine to me, and I drank down every drop as he moaned and came in wave after wave. Finally, with a soft whimper, he moved back, pulling his beautiful cock from my mouth. “That was incredible,” he said, sinking to his knees in front of me. My cock was aching now, and the head was coated in dripping precum. He helped me onto my back on the thickly carpeted floor, spread my legs wide, and knelt between them. He took my cock in his hands and began to kiss and lick the tip very gently.

  “Your cock is so big and heavy. Will you put it in me later?” he asked, his eyes shining with desire.

  “Anything you want,” I groaned as he took me deep into his throat and then sucked hard while his fingers found my puckered hole and teased it. I closed my eyes, focused on his touch, and time went into a liquid state. All I heard were my gasps and the soft sucking and licking sounds he made as he sucked my shaft and balls and tongued my sensitive anus. Finally, I felt him slip a warm, slender finger into my ass and a huge wave of heat shot through me. He was sucking my cock with incredible force, his head moving up and down rapidly. I felt my balls tighten and cried out as I shivered and then exploded into his hungry mouth. I heard him gulp and swallow. His mouth never stopped, and his finger slipped in and out of me until, with a final swallow, he stopped and sat back, letting my cock flop back wetly onto my belly.

  We were both breathing heavily and coated in sweat. I sat up and saw his penis was once again hard. “Will you make love to me?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. I dragged myself up and got my lubricant from the bedside table. I lay on the bed and handed him the bottle. I placed my hands under my thighs and pulled my legs up high and wide, fully exposing my anus to his hungry eyes. “Just like this,” I said, the desire in my voice plain and deep.

  He knelt before me and carefully, thoroughly lubed me, working one, then two fingers deep inside me until I moaned in ecstasy. Then he coated his stiff shaft with lube and positioned himself. He took my legs and moved them onto his shoulders and then bent forward and guided his penis to me. The first touch of his warm, slippery head against my tight hole was incredible. “Oh, God, yes. Give it all to me!” I cried out as he slid slowly into my sweating, straining body. His slim shaft fit wonderfully and instead of the pain I felt with the dildo, there was only warmth and the smooth motion of his flesh as it sank deeper and deeper into me until I felt the soft touch of his balls on my ass.

  I clenched my muscles around the slender intruder in my body and moaned in sheer pleasure at the warmth that radiated from my anus. He smiled at me, his green eyes glowing, and began to thrust. Each time he slid out of me, I heard the slick wet movement, and each time he slid back in, I felt his balls tickle my ass. The heat there became a fire racing through me, and sweat poured from everywhere. His hands cupped and squeezed my ass, toyed with my nipples, and stroked my cheek as his cock drove in faster and deeper.

  I watched his face, gauging his orgasm, and as his eyes closed and his movements became frenzied, I knew he was about to fulfill my greatest desire. With a soft cry he slammed into me, and I felt the first jet spill into my burning body, the touch of his manly essence sending me over the edge. Again and again, he ground into me, his beautiful cock filling me with semen until I felt it drip down the crack of my ass and onto the bed. With a final groan, he stopped moving and eased my legs onto the bed. He stayed on his knees between my legs, his cock shrinking slowly inside me, and our eyes locked. I reached up, he moved forward into my arms, and we kissed.

  I held him tight and wrapped my legs around his middle, trying to keep him inside me for a few more seconds before he slipped free with a soft, wet pop. “Thank you,” I whispered as I nibbled his earlobe and kissed his wonderful lips. I uncoiled my legs and he rolled off me and onto his back. We lay staring at the slowly rotating ceiling fan for a few minutes as the sweat on our bodies cooled. Then, I felt his hand reach out and grasp my semierect cock and begin to stroke it. “I guess I know what you want,” I said, turning to smile at him.

  “I want to suck your cock until it’s hard, then I want to climb on top and impale myself on this thing until you blow me right off with your cum,” he said with a broad smile. He moved around into a sixty-nine position, and I felt his lips encircle my organ in a wet, warm embrace that had me hard in seconds. I moved my head up and began to lick his tight brown hole, eliciting moans from his otherwise full mouth. He tasted very sweaty and musky, and the smell and feel of his hairy, puckered hole was fantastic. I poked
my tongue in deeper and deeper, intoxicated to be so wonderfully intimate with another man after so long. Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more and my cock was vibrating in his skilled mouth, he moved off me.

  He picked up the lube, and after he’d smoothed the thick fluid all over my stiff, aching cock, I watched as his fingers applied the clear fluid to his gleaming anus. He was shaking as he positioned himself over my thick shaft, and he eyed me with a flash of fear. “Don’t move for a bit. You’re so big it may take me a minute or two to get used to you,” he said.

  “You just tell me what you need,” I moaned as his hole brushed my cock.

  “I need you inside me, baby,” he groaned as he began to slide onto me. His beautiful ass opened slowly as my thick bulbous head slipped inside him. After an inch of my shaft slid in, he held still, his breathing labored, sweat gleaming on his pecs. I reached up and softly tickled his nipples, making them pucker and harden. He moaned and slid farther down, slowly and steadily, until I felt his ass press onto my balls. “God, you feel so good,” he said, his voice thick. His ass was fiery hot and tight.

  He moved up and down slowly at first, pausing every so often to clench and unclench his inner muscles, bringing a groan from my lips each time. I felt every tiny movement of his inner walls on my shaft, and the pressure and slippery skin pressing around my sensitive head was almost unbearable. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer; you’re so damn tight,” I said, my voice almost a cry.

  “Come anytime, I want to feel it so bad,” he whispered as he slid up and down faster and faster. The heat was so intense I began to gasp with each thrust, and my cock was now so sensitized it almost hurt. My balls bounced and were pressed each time he slammed down until I cried out and felt my entire body go rigid. My cock felt as though it was going to burst; the muscles down there did a jump and I began to come so hard I could feel nothing but heat, my heartbeat, and my aching, spewing cock. I closed my eyes and saw colors explode, and I screamed and bucked my hips upward to bury myself in that burning, slippery hole. My cum flowed like a river, filling his moving body and sliding out and down my shaft, down my balls, and mixing with his essence as it leaked from my ass.