Mitch

Mitch had often been at the brunt end of every cable guy joke ever known
to man, but his friends didn’t know the real horror of being a cable guy
with the nicest ass in town. Bored housewives. If Mitch had to fight off
one more bored, lonely housewife, he swore he’d quit his job and push
brooms in the streets.

Another day and another 6 housecalls, Mitch prepared himself for the
obligatory old lady who thought he was just the cutest thing they ever did
see. Mitch breathed deep as he rang the bell at 67 Newbridge, then
looked up as the door opened.

This was no old hag, Mitch realized, this was one perfectly sculpted man
in a pair of snug fitting briefs.

"Cable down?" Mitch asked coolly.

"Yeah, out back," the stranger answered with a smile, "I’ll show you
where the lines fell."

Mitch walked around the house to meet the customer in the back yard,
cursing to himself the whole way since 98% of problems are inside the
house, but just his luck this one was outside.

"Up there," the man pointed to the house, "I think squirrels took it out,
I’m not really sure."

"Alright," Mitch answered, "Not a problem."

Mitch got the extension ladder out of the truck and made his way toward
the roofline cables. As he got closer, Mitch could see that the wires
weren’t nibbled on, but cleanly cut with something sharp. Odd, he
thought, for a neighborhood prank, but diligently replaced the broken
connection.

It was a brutally hot afternoon, so Mitch took his safety helmet off in
order to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. As he looked down,
he noticed an extension ladder lying in the shrubs. He wondered if the
customer knew he’d left his ladder there. Then it clicked. This guy cut
the wires! Almost simultaneously, Mitch realized the buff man was
standing at the back door watching him. Mitch felt a twinge in his shorts,
and he hurried to fix the wires. Within a few minutes, he was done and
he climbed back down the ladder. The man came out to greet him.

"Done already?" he asked.

"Yeah, it was a pretty clean switch," Mitch replied while drying his
forehead with the shirt covering his biceps.

"Man, it’s hot out today, let me get you something to drink."

Mitch followed the man inside, took his tool belt and helmet off and
rested them on the kitchen breakfast bar. The stranger asked if cola was
okay, and Mitch agreed.

"You know that wire was cut, don’t you?" Mitch asked between sips.

"Yeah, I know. I cut it myself."

Mitch barely rested his glass on the counter when this man practically
lifted him from his seat and pressed him against the dining room wall.
With one hand pressed in the middle of Mitch’s back, the man
unbuttoned Mitch’s jeans, and yanked them down around his ankles.
Mitch’s dick grew hard, fast. He felt it press against the wall he was
pinned against and reached down to free it up a little.

The stranger grabbed Mitch’s hand and pulled his arm around behind his
back, and now Mitch’s cock was throbbing. This was sooooooo much
better than a hag in her tennis clothes.

Mitch felt a warm fluid slowly roll down his back, but he couldn’t budge
under the man’s grip to turn and see what it was. As the stranger spread
Mitch’s ass open, he felt the warm liquid roll over his asshole. The man
massaged the oily substance around the rim of Mitch’s hole, slipping the
tip of his thick finger in and out, then burying the length of his finger deep
inside Mitch. Mitch’s back arched involuntarily and the stranger breathed
in his ear, "I knew you’d find this housecall a pleasant one."

The man pressed his cock against Mitch’s asshole, sliding it up and
down in his crack, greasing the entire shaft with the oils he poured down
Mitch’s back. Then, in one powerful, hole splitting thrust, he buried his
entire cock in Mitch. Still unable to move, Mitch just took it, and loved it.
Mitch’s dick ached now as it was trapped between his body and the wall
he was shoved against, and the pain was maddening, yet he didn’t say a
word. He knew his customer was in control, and quite frankly, he was
afraid he’d stop fucking him if he complained. Almost as if the man read
Mitch’s mind, he slipped a hand in and pulled Mitch’s dick downward,
giving it a little free space.

Mitch’s eyes were shut tight as this man furiously fucked him. Every
hard jab lifting Mitch to his toes, and every slam against his ass sending
a wave of electricity through his helpless body. This went on for about 15
minutes, and Mitch couldn’t believe the stamina and strength this guy
possessed. His ass had never been reamed so hard. Then, suddenly,
Mitch found himself on the floor, face to face with the muscular stranger,
and his ankles up around his ears.

"You have the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked," the stranger hissed, "I’m
gonna show you what it’s like to have a real man fuck you like a real
man."

His eyes were steely, his body beaded with sweat, and his dick was still
as hard as it was 5 minutes ago. Staring down at Mitch, pinning his
ankles to the floor, the guy continued to fuck Mitch with reckless
abandon. Mitch’s eyes rolled back in his head and he started to jerk
himself off. His own body drenched in sweat now, he could feel his
asshole stretching wider with every forceful inward fuck. He could hear
the stranger’s hips smacking against his prone ass and Mitch jerked
himself even harder.

Then he could feel it, the warm spurts of hot juice in his ass, Mitch didn’t
know whether to cry or moan, he didn’t want it to stop! He felt his own
wad surging, then spurting and he aimed his cock for the stranger’s face.
Mitch opened his eyes to see his jism streaming down the customer’s
face, and with satisfaction, Mitch laid his head back.

When the man was finished fucking Mitch, he got up, left Mitch on the
floor and walked into another room. Mitch pulled his jeans up and put his
tool belt back on. He left a bill on the counter, put his ladder back in the
truck and hoped the squirrels became a routine nuisance.

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