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Through the haze of sleep I wonder, “Was that the doorbell?” I roll over onto my stomach still groggy, my morning hard-on pressing against the soft sheets. I slowly start to grind it back and forth as I begin to wake, when I hear the sound again. That was definitely the doorbell. I get up and look for something to toss on to cover my naked body. Finding only some old nylon basketball shorts and a ripped up tee shirt, I pull them on. It does nothing to hide my big erection as I try to adjust it in the loose shorts. Sticking my hard cock under the waistband I pull the shirt down over it so it’s not quite as obvious. DING-DONG. Well, whoever it was they were persistent. I plod my way to the door and peek out through the peephole to see a man in a light blue polo shirt with the words CITY CENTER PHONE CO. on his left chest and an embroidered FRED above that. That’s when I remembered my wife had scheduled them to add in a second line in the house for the computers. I open the door and he flashes a smile of very white teeth and tells me he’s here to install a new phone line in the house and asks me what room the phone is to be installed. I take a moment to try and remember where we were putting that new line, and as I think I get a chance to size this guy up. He’s about 6’2” with a slender build. His skin is that of a mixed race black and Latino, which I believe to be called “Blatino”. Along with that killer smile he flashed he also had very muscular biceps and pectoral muscles. The rest was great too, but the most astonishing feature this guy had was he truly did have a bubble-butt. It was like two half cantaloupes stuck in his pants side by side. I remember where we were having the new line installed, so I motion for him to follow me. I realize as he’s following me my old shorts haven’t got too much elastic left in the waistband and so they are slipping down as my hidden dick starts to go from erect to semi-erect. With one hand I try to hold up my shorts while guiding him to the back room that will be serving as our office where we’ll have a couple of computers. My dick has become mostly flaccid now and is snaking down one of the legs of my shorts, but the back of my shorts keeps slipping down too far showing a bit of my own muscular, hairy ass. I mutter to myself, “Damn old shorts,” as we enter the last room down the hall still losing my attempts to keep them around my waist. He chuckles and says, “Yeah, I’ve got some of those too. Hard to toss out your favorite shorts.” I flip the light switch of the room and there is a brief moment of light and then a “pop” as the lightbulb goes out. “Crap,” I said as I look up at the now dark fixture attached to the ceiling. “Don’t sweat it,” he says, “I think there is enough light in here to work without it. Where do you want that jack?” I point to the corner where we are going to have the line installed and he asks how high we want the jack: near the floor or higher on the wall. I indicate we would like it near the floor as close to the corner as possible. He then says he’ll need to be shown where this location is outside the house and where the main telephone box leading into the house is located. I then lead him outside to the backyard and show him the box and the place outside the office where the phone line will need to be installed in order for it to be near the spot I had shown him inside the house. He tells me it will be a while before he will need to be let back inside since he needed to retrieve some tools and parts from his truck. He said he would work on the box outside before he can start the wiring of the new line. I told him I was going to take a shower and that if he needed me to help him with anything I would crack open the window to the shower and he could holler in at me. He thanked me and started off to his truck. Back inside the house, I went into the bathroom and dropped my already drooping shorts and peeled off my torn tee shirt. As I tossed it on the floor I realized that I should have probably made it a rag long ago as it had seen better days, but was one of my favorites. It was full of holes, the biggest over my left pec, which exposed it and my pink nipple. I stepped in the shower and opened the window about four inches so that I could hear Fred if he happened to need anything. I turned on the water and let the hot stream run down my firm body. I spent a lot of time in the gym making it the tangle of muscle and sinew that got me glances whenever I was in the locker room after my workout. Soaping up my body, which always turns me on, my dick started to rise again. This brought me back to thoughts of Fred’s great ass. As I thought of his ass, my cock got harder and harder until it was sticking up almost touching my navel. With my soapy hands and fingers I teased my cock and balls, playing with them until they were aching for more attention. Soon a soapy hand was sliding up and down my ass crack, gently rubbing my hole as the fingers passed over it. I really get into long, slow shower sessions like this, not with the need to necessarily cum, but more to feel really good about playing with my body and giving it a good soapy washing everywhere. I’m not sure how much time passed while I was in the shower; all I know was that I got my cock rock hard and let it go semi-soft at least three or four times. Just when it was soft again after another round of teasing, there was a rap on the bathroom door. “Hey,” Fred said from outside. “I wonder if you can come lend me a hand for a minute while I finish up in here?” “Sure,” I replied. “Be out in just a minute.” I hopped out of the shower and dried off quickly. With nothing to wear I shoved my cock back into my baggy shorts and pulled the torn tee shirt back over my head. Stepping out into the hall, Fred was waiting for me out there with a flashlight in his hand. “I hope you don’t mind, but it is a bit dark to get these wires connected inside the wall here,” he said as he led me back to the end room. He handed me the light and crouched in the corner and started fiddling with some wires in the small opening he had created to hook up the new line. “A bit closer with the light, please,” he said. I stepped closer and was right over his shoulders and back as he worked. To stay upright in this position, I had to steady myself with my free hand against the wall to keep from falling on top of him completely. He smelled of a slight hint of cologne and sweat; not a totally unpleasant mixture. “Okay hold the light steady while I get these last few wires connected. These can be tricky and so might take a minute,” he told me as he readjusted his position. Now instead of crouching he was leaning over, his ass up in the air. “Can’t quite see,” he said. “Move a bit closer.” As I moved in closer in the tight corner I had to make contact with him to get the light to shine down in the opening where he was working. My shorts had slipped down when I moved and were only staying on me by using my cock as a peg to hang onto. With one hand on the wall for balance and one on the flashlight, I couldn’t pull them up to cover myself. In this position my back was leaning down on his back and my hips were now right up against his ass. My cock had found a place to nestle between those two gorgeous mounds of ass-flesh. As he worked on the wires his body moved ever so slightly up and down with the twisting he was doing to the get them in place. The reaction it was having on me was immediate and my cock started to lengthen as his butt bounced up and down against it. I didn’t know quite what to do since I was sure he was aware that my dick was basically fucking his crack at this point through his work pants. His movements got a bit more pronounced as my cock filled with blood and started extending my shorts. With a quick motion forward he moved away from my dick and it popped out of my shorts causing them to slide down my legs and fall to the floor. As quickly as he had lost contact with my prick he backed up again, only this time it was my naked dick against his pants. His movements got faster and harder as he moved up and down against my full, hard dick. The feeling was so incredible that I shut my eyes in pleasure and just let him hump that wonderfully hard ass against my cock. Hearing a snap-zip, I opened my eyes to see him pull again away from me and his pants quickly hit his knees. He was wearing no underwear. I didn’t lose contact long as he backed quickly back to my fat, throbbing cock, letting it slide now up and down his muscled ass crack. My cock really began to leak pre-cum then, and he was starting to moan every time my cock head ran over his tight pucker. When he couldn’t stand it anymore he reached back with his hand, wrapped it around my slick dick and brought it right up against his hole. It was amazing how fast it popped into him when he pushed back against me. It was buried to the hilt just as fast, which made him sigh in pleasure. He started out easy with slow motions back and forth, in and out, but quickly picked up the pace and was fucking himself in earnest with my big dick in no time. It wasn’t long before I was about to shoot in his ass and I told him so. This only made him buck on my cock faster and faster until I was beyond the point of no return and shooting my big load into his tight bubble ass. Once I was done shooting and my dick was softening, I slowly pulled it out and took a step back to catch my breath and pull up my shorts. “All done here,” he said, as he stood up and pulled up his pants as if nothing had happened. Sure enough the phone jack was all installed. He had kept working during the whole time he was fucking himself on my cock. He packed up his stuff. Gave me a smile and a wink and headed for the front door. I followed him still in a daze over the amazing fuck he’d just given me. “If you ever have any problems with that line, just give me a call and I’ll run out and make sure everything is in place,” he said with a grin while handing me his card. After he left I went out to the back of the house to see the work he’d done out there. When I got outside the open bathroom window I saw a block of wood had been dragged under it and was left there. I got up on the block and from that position you could clearly see inside the shower. I had to chuckle to myself as I noticed the trail of cum running down the wall below the window. This story is true. If you wish to contact me by email to comment, please email mascmm4u@aol.com