Hot Sex Spin-off from New Business Client

When I arrived at my morning appointment in Hollywood FL, My eyes locked onto a gorgeous man wearing only his speedo swim briefs. He was pressure washing the concrete walk to the front door. He saw me pull into the drive. He stopped the noisy pressure washer, and with a big smile said, "Hi! You must be the piano tuner. I'm Mike." and he extended his arm.

As we shook hands I replied, "Good to meet you, Mike. I'm Claydan." Mike said he needed to finish cleaning the walk. He told me to go ahead in and do my work; the piano was just inside the front door. He added that he'd be right outside if I needed anything; and then reached for the pull cord to re-start the noisy pressure washer.

I said, "Wait! Please don't start that loud compressor. I tune by ear, and need quiet. But if you have to do this work today, we can re-schedule at a time when it will be quiet." Mike apologized for not thinking of this, and agreed his machine was real loud. He asked how long my tuning would take. He just bought his new piano, and this was his first experience with having a tuning. I told him as little as an hour, but sometimes it can take two hours at a max. Mike said to go ahead and tune it, and he would continue his noisy work when I left.

We entered the house together. I opened up the piano and my tool box, while Mike dried his damp body with a towel. I was aroused, huge and rigid from the sight of this beautiful man, still wearing only a skimpy speedo! His manhood was impressive in the skin-tight bikini! I tried not to get caught staring at him and his sexy package! Did he notice the rise in my Levi's?

Since Mike could not do the work as he planned, he decided to stand right beside me and observe how a piano is tuned! HOW ON EARTH COULD I CONCENTRATE ON MY TASK--WITH THIS hot, sexy hunk SO CLOSE I FELT HIS BREATH???!!! He asked if his watching was OK. I said he was welcome to observe. Being observed usually does not bother me--and his watching didn't. His extremely erotic presence was quite a distraction; but I proceeded, wondering if he could sense my lusting for him!

When Mike grew tired of standing, he pulled up a chair beside me and continued watching and listening. His piano was a fine new Yamaha. It only took me an hour to tune. (Older neglected pianos often require more time and effort.) I played, as I always do after tuning, to double check my work. Mike was thrilled with how his piano sounded, and complemented my fine playing. I was getting a crush on this hunk!

As he was writing his check for my bill, I asked if he was a weight trainer. He said he did work out, but was not a fitness trainer. He was a full time lifeguard on Hollywood Beach. Now he knew I admired his great physique, from my asking as I did. What surprised me was his immediate question for me!

Mike asked, "Where did you get your powerful legs and NRS, because tuning pianos sure doesn't do that? Wow, Mike had been checking me out in my tight jeans! I told him I work full time between two part time professions. I tune pianos by day. But at night, I perform in the Stars on Ice Show at the Sheraton Hotel on Ft Lauderdale Beach. My ice skating developed these leg muscles. But I didn't know what he meant about my "NRS." Mike smiled and said. "Nice Round Seat!"

Yes, skating does develop muscular, round butts!

Our conversation had been entirely about each other's bodies. I was hard as granite, bunched up in my jeans. Mike had a lot more in his speedos now than before too!

I saw him looking right at my package. At the same time, he saw me looking right at his big bulge! It was so obvious our minds were on the same page, neither of us had to say a word! Mike made the first move, and unzipped my jeans. But before his hands hit the target, my hands pulled down his speedos. We stood there, with both our cocks freed from their confinement and pointing at the ceiling!

I could not resist another moment--and took his prize package into my mouth. Mike let out soft moans of sheer pleasure, while I "tuned" his "pipe organ." I was on my knees, while Mike stood, with his manhood in my eager mouth. I had also admired his great torso. I stopped sucking his rigid rod, stood up to suck his nipples, taking turns on each, with my hands fondling his hard muscled body wherever they could reach.

Mike was enjoying all the fondling sensations, and as we stood close, facing each other, he was manually pleasuring my hard throbbing cock, balls and nipples. Then, he dropped to his knees, and quickly made me shoot my load into his mouth. Mike gagged for a second, then swallowed my deposit!

Mike said he was about to cum, when I changed to fondling his nipples and torso. He wanted to fuck my NRS from the moment his eyes locked onto it in my tight jeans. Was I dreaming? Not only did I just have amazing oral pleasure--was I also going to have the delight of the most beautiful man I had ever seen fuck me?

Mike led me to his bedroom, where he slipped on a condom, and generously lubed my welcoming hole! Mike was a master at "marathon sex!" He would be close to shooting, but hold off; stop, and we'd change positions. We did this three times. The fourth new position sent him over the edge: I was on my back, with my legs over his shoulders--permitting him the deepest thrusting possible.

This time he could not stop the pent-up eruption! I felt his hard cock spasms and warm juice fill my tunnel, as he thrust in deep as possible, with his balls pressed hard against my butt. I have never before or since been bred by such a magnificent, thoroughbred STUD! Mike was the ultimate--having both great looks and sexual skills.

If I had to choose only one, I choose skill, no question. But Mike boosted the excitement to the max--with his awesome body as well as masterful sexual techniques! Dreams really do cum true!