After years of fantasizing about it, I moved to South Florida. I got here in December, and it has been everything I hoped it would be. There are always beautiful men everywhere you look, and some days are better than others. This was one of them. About a month after I got here, I called the phone company to have a second line installed for the computer. I had already done all the internal wiring, but needed an extra connection at the network line box to hook it up. About eight the next morning, I got a knock at the door. I had on a t-shirt and boxers when I answered it. When I opened the door, there stood a bronze god. About 6'2", short-short brown hair, green eyes, and a smile a foot wide. The temperatures were in the seventies, and he was wearing a tight polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts with white socks and construction boots. And, there was a lineman's belt around his waist with all his telephone paraphernalia linked to it. The polo shirt fit him very well, and his wide chest and thick biceps looked great in it. I could see golden fur on his forearms and legs, and just the hint of a chest full peeking out the collar. "You order the extra line?", he asked, smiling. "You bet!," I said, smiling back. "Let you show you where the box is..." He looked down at the slight rise in my boxers, and said, "I bet I could find it myself." Again, that smile. I was hooked now. I showed him around the yard to where the box was, and he told me it would probably take about twenty minutes to hook it up. I told him that was great, and went in to get showered and dressed. I had just gotten in the shower when he tapped on the open bathroom door and asked if it was okay if he used the other line in the house to test the new connection. He could see my whole package through the clear shower curtain, and he just stood there and talked for a good three minutes. I decided to give him a show, lathering my ever-growing cock and ass while we talked, and making it last while I rinsed off. Every so often, I could see him lick his lips, and there was that ever-present smile the whole time. I cut off the water, and toweled off while he checked the line. When I came out of the bathroom in my towel, he was looking at all the inside connections I had made. "Good job," he said. "Everything works fine. You wanna hook it up and test it before I go?" I walked over to the computer and connected the phone line to the back of the unit. While I was reaching over, my towel fell off. When I bent over to retrieve it, he reached over and grabbed my ass. "It looks better without the towel," he said. He looked straight into my eyes for a second or two to make sure he hadn't made a bad call. I turned around to face him and said, "Go for it." His hands were on my dick and my ass in seconds as he leaned over to give me a big wet kiss. We broke it off long enough to get the belt, shirt and shorts off of him, and dove right into the couch. He looked even better out of his clothes. His body was firm, fit, and tanned, and he had enough golden fur on him to make it perfect. His bubble butt and nice thick dick finished off the package perfectly. He was down on me as soon as we hit the couch, taking the whole eight inches deep with no difficulty. I thought he was going to swallow the thing, balls and all. The entire time he blew me, his hands were everywhere, rubbing, pinching and massaging me up into a nut-busting blast. Just before I was ready to blow, he pulled off and said, "Not yet, OK?" I nodded, and got up and led him to the bedroom. Reaching down under the bed I pulled out my treasure chest of rubbers and lube, and prayed I had one big enough to fit his now massive cock. I did, and I got it on him quick. He was so hot he was shaking. After I got the rascal wrapped and lubed, he grabbed me by the waist, flipped me over on my belly, and commenced to eat the hell out of my freshly showered ass. Between the great blow job and this rimming, I was hot and ready for it. He lined up his hips, grabbed me by the waist, and slowly planted a good ten thick inches straight up in one smooth motion. When his balls hit mine, he waited a minute for me to get used to it. "Baby, that's some tight ass", he said, and slowly began working it in and out with steady circling motions of his hips. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me upright against his chest, impaling me on his giant cock while he rubbed and pinched my tits, and jacked my aching dick and balls. Before long, he was lifting me off and setting me back down on that big ass dick while I leaned against his chest for support. He was beating the hell out of my prostate, and my balls and asshole tightened hard around him on a downward stroke. I was ready to blow and so was he. He reached around and grabbed me in a big bear hug as we both reached the point of no return. When I started coming, I felt his big dick throb in my ass, and knew he was filling the condom to overflowing. Once he started, he couldn't stop, and neither could I. We fell over on the bed, beat, his thick dick still up my ass. He started kissing the back of my neck, and we just kind of laid there and savored the moment for a while. Since then we've decided it's a good fit. He had just moved here from Nebraska, we were both single, about the same size, and the same age. We go work out two or three nights a week, and then it's back to the apartment for some more man-to-man. I feel lucky, and I think it was a good move. So does he. He now works with computers, and doesn't do installations anymore. Except one.
