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The Removalist

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 25 Apr 1999 1 comments
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by Aussie Slick This is a true story. It took place in 1986. I was walking home from work one afternoon when I saw this removal van parked half on the road, half on the footpath. As I approached, my thoughts were something akin to - why can't they park so pedestrians can get by ? Who do they think they are ? Anyway, I mentally worked myself up - why we get angry over such trifles I don't know. As I got to about 100 feet from the van, I saw this drop-dead gorgeous guy in only a pair of black football shorts walk out of the house, to the van. He looked terrific - very hair muscular legs, with strong forearms and biceps. He had a powerfully broad back and shoulders that extended twice the distance of his narrow hips. Despite all this muscle, he was struggling to extract a rather bulky tall boy. Again, me being the selfish person I once was (have changed for the better since this happened), all I concerned myself with - was his masculine beauty - that wonderful torso, those great protective arms and his wide spread thighs - all flexing and straining with that tall chest of drawers. "Hope you got help with that." I said as I was at his side - I slowed to almost a stop. He looked at me and I got this fabulous smile - wide grin bared his white flashers, in a very genuine way. "No unfortunately." I smiled, gave him a wave and walked on, watching him as I went. My selfish streak changed at that instant, but purely for equally selfish reasons. I spun back around and asked if he wanted a hand getting it inside. He comically collapsed as if exhausted - "you bet !" He took one end and I the other. It wasn't all that heavy but being a large piece of furniture, it was awkward. We struggled into the house and started up the stairs to the second level. He took the front as it was more difficult than the back. But by the time we were half the way up the stairs, I realised I had a major view up the leg of his shorts ! Each time he took backward step, I could plainly see his large, hairy nuts, as well as a slight view of his nice thick tube. And because of the strain, the constant back stepping and he being bent forward, those balls crept out further and further, falling completely free, widening the opening in the shorts, to now let his dick become more visible as well. I felt he was aware of what was happening and my glances soon made him more aware. That smile came so easy from him. "I'm fall'n out of my drawers !" His joke reflected the 10 drawer cabinet we were carrying.. "That's OK. We're all big boys here." I wanted him to feel comfortable and not change a thing. "You dress like that for all your lady customers ?" My laugh made me nearly drop the end. He laughed back and we continued to climb - he continued to fall free. By the time we reached the top step, his dick was now out and I swear I could smell its aroma from where I was. He set the cabinet down and help we swing it around onto the landing. He never tried to readjust himself. He then pulled the piece of furniture back toward himself and we walked it into the nearby bedroom, where he put it in place. Leaning against the cabinet, he slowly slide to the floor, legs falling wide - his beautiful equipment still totally outside his shorts. "I'm fucked." He said as he shook his head. "Been going since early this morning, on my own. My offsider was crook (sick) today." "Much more to bring in ?" I hadn't noticed what was in the van - I was too busy looking at him. "No, just a couple of side tables." He energetically sprung to his feet as if completely rested. "You better tuck in, if we're going back outside." I felt I had to warn him as he seemed to have forgotten about his dangling dick - which now appeared to be semi-erect. Instead of tucking it in, he pulled his shorts down to his knees, then brought them back up, to capture his nuts and bolt inside. He sure was getting harder, because now, the head popped back out immediately. "You better wait for that to go down." I laughed as I gripped my own crotch, indicating what I was talking about. The man bent over slightly to peer down at himself. He truly seemed unaware it had come free again. He tried to push it back, but his manhandling of himself only served to bring him on harder. I can't recall my exact words next but it was in line with - "only one thing to do when it gets like that." I got one of those cute smiles, and he replied - "Yeah. Mine won't go down otherwise." He glanced about, as if looking for something then added, "mind if I duck in the loo (toilet) ?" Because I'd been watching this Adonis for the last 5 minutes and seeing him in an almost totally aroused state, and being the cock lover I am, I also had a hard-on. "Mind if I join you ?" I squeezed my lump to show I was erect too. For the first time, that smile of his faded and a worries look replace it. "Gee I dunno. I ain't done it with another guy since I was a kid." This guy was a genuine straight ! Very rare these days. "Me either," I lied, "but beggars can't be chooses." He looked around again and pointed to another door leading off the landing, before moving toward it. We both walked quickly to it and he went in first. He was pulling his shorts back down over his thighs, to his knees, before he reached the toilet bowl and by the time I was along side, he was slowly working his dick with both fists. I never spoke and simply moved in next to him, dropping mine out of my jeans. We both casually glanced to one another - I could see him look my way, while I was watching him beat off. His tongue slipped out of his lips and he was biting on it, so I felt he might be getting close already. "Your dick's more white than mine." He eventually spoke first. "Well, it looks like you sunbake a lot." His entire body, including his cock were nicely tanned. "Not really. Its always been slightly darker." "Mine arches back a bit more too, or aren't you hard yet ?" I asked - though knew better. "No, its up." He let it go and his prick sprung back. He'd been holding it down slightly. "You sure ?" I asked again. "Mind if I feel it ?" He made a tiny movement away from me, taking himself in both hands again, more for protection now. "Oh OK." He reluctantly added, dropping his hands away. I slowly reached out, took a tender grip and gently squeezed it. I only held him a few seconds, squeezed it again, then let him go - I had to, or else I might have gone too far - he was so wonderfully hot in my hand - and hard as iron. "Yeah, its hard alright." He stood there watching me work my own cock, but didn't take his own in hand, for at least twice the length of time, I had held him. "Sorry," I got game, "you want me to do yours too ?" He stood silently. My hand extended out to it again, very slowly. He didn't reject my hand the second time, so after taking a slight grip and squeezing it again, I commenced to slowly work the foreskin over the head. Gently, no force at all. He shuffled, spreading his feet further apart, and was now looking down at my handiwork. "How do you like it done ?" "Hard." He said without lifting his head. "Rather get sucked but..." he stopped as my hand tightened and worked much harder and faster along its length. "But what ?" I found some precum ooze out the end, which I slicked over the head. "Well the wife ain't here, is she !" His smile returned. "I've done it for special friends, so if you want me to.." I left it off at that point to allow him to make any further suggestions - or agree. "You don't mind ?" He slowly turned to face me, though his eyes remained fixed on his dick. "She likes to eat my cum but you won't, so I'll warn yu'." I had his agreement. I slowly bent at the knees and went in close. "Don't spoil your fun mate. I can spit it out." I licked the head, swallowed it and gave it a nice suck. "Just let it cum, I'll be OK." I regained his dick in my mouth once I assured him. I swallowed him deeper and deeper until it was pressing on the back of my throat. Bending my head back slightly, he slipped right into the gullet and I knew he liked that, because he hissed, rose onto his heels and started to thrust it into me in short stabs. But if I got 30 seconds of this wonderful manmeat then that was all. He bucked, jerked and pulled back until only a little more than the head remained inside my mouth, then fucked ever faster until he blew his hot spunk across my tongue and created a large puddle at the back of my mouth. He shuddered to a stop, so I maintained a suction on the tool, especially the tip, feeling more cum ooze out the end and over my tastebuds. Once ended, he pulled away. I quickly swallowed the delightful juice, turned to the toilet and pretended to spit into the bowl. I lost a little, but nothing to speak of. "Thanks. That was great." "Good as the little woman does it ?" "Better. She never takes it all the way down like that. But she love my cum and never spits it out." He did sound as if he was hurt that I might have done that to him. "But I didn't expect another guy to do that anyway, unless he was a poof." I got his smile again and I felt he approved of me, not putting me in that terrible class. But then he really shocked me. "I reckon I can go again if you like." I cupped his nuts and smiled up at him, to show my approval now. "But its gunna take me a while to work up again. Can I try sucking yours till it does ?" He did. I held back from shooting, but he soon become a good sucker and soon got hard again. I took another load from his nuts and he sucked me till I shot my bolt as well. Pity we had to part after this - but I took note of the phone number on his van ! Hope I get to use it on day.