Begun August 31, 2006
My father was a
businessman. He traveled a lot, selling his company’s products
to markets all over the world. My mother was not tolerant of his being away so
much, and after a few years, got a lover and moved out. Being a young adult, I
was to be responsible for keeping the house clean and maintaining the yards. I
had graduated from High School in June and had plans to go to college in the
fall. Until then, I had no job and no income to speak of, so my dad made the
arrangement to pay me for my work around the house. As long as I kept my end of
the bargain, I could go out with my friends on weekends, on a small allowance.
Father had told me I
had to stay in the house on Friday, to let the maintenance man in to fix some
plumbing problem in the bathroom between our bedrooms. He was to be here by four o’clock and
should be done by five or five thirty. I had three hours to kill until then. I
had finished cleaning the whole house, and mowed the lawns. I was tired, and
showered the dirt off. As I scrubbed, my dick got hard, so I played with it for
a while. I decided to dig out the dildos from my hiding place in my bedroom. I
dried off and headed there. I lubed up the toy and sat on it, using a towel to
protect the bedspread. I jacked off, thinking about my friend, Scotty. He was a
hunky football player in school. He and I eyed each other in the school shower,
after everyone else had left. He even winked at me and waved his cock in my
direction. I just blushed and held my hands over my own erection. I turned and
rinsed off in cold water and got out of there quickly.
After I had come, I lay
down to relax and gain my composure. I must have drifted off to sleep, with the
dildo still embedded deep in my ass. I was lying on my side, with my butt
towards the door, when I heard a noise. It was the door, being forced open. It
had always stuck, when shut, and was a bear to open. I would have left it open,
but I always feared that someone would come in when I was undressed. Usually my
parents would knock before entering any closed room. It was the polite thing to
do. They were Southern raised in Louisiana. The rasp of the jammed door
screamed at me. Who could be there? It was only two thirty, so it must be a
burglar. When the door burst open, there was a large dark Italian looking man
with a handlebar moustache covering his lips. He had surly eyes that bore into
me. Realizing that I still had the dildo in my ass, I pulled it out quickly and
threw it at him, not having anything else handy.
The man caught the
dildo easily and to my surprise, bent his head back and let the dildo slide
down his throat, like a sword swallower. He left the dildo there, and spread
out his hands to the side, palms up. He bowed, showing the base of the dildo.
He had indeed swallowed it whole. He then raised his head and deftly removed
the dildo, again spreading his arms, saying, “Ta-Dah!” Then he
asked me, “Do you approve?” I was really
stunned and confused. Not only from being sleepy, but this strange man had done
something I would have never dreamed of.
“Who are you?” I asked. “And what are
you doing in my house?” The man threw me the dildo and remarked, “I am Marko,
formerly MARKO THE MAGNIFICENT!” “I was sent
to fix plumbing by Mr. Dickerson.” He
continued. “I ring doorbell, but no one answer.” “Mr.
Dickerson gave me key, in case lazy son forget.” he told me.
“I am not lazy!” I retorted. “I was just
taking a nap, while waiting for the plumber, er, you.” I said, in
my defense. “It looks like more
than sleepy time for you.” Marko said, nodding towards the still warm
dildo. I blushed a crimson red at that revelation.
“Marko do all
sorts of jobs in lifetime.” “Was star of
Gypsy circus in Romania, stud-man in Spain, and now plumber in good ol’ US of A.” He stated
this in a matter of fact way. I can fix more than bathroom pipes, if you know
what mean?” he said with a slight sneer and a wink. Marko
stroked his moustache as if he were in a melodrama.
I was still a little
groggy, but it sank in. He was propositioning me for sex. He did swallow my
dildo with ease, just after it was in my ass. He didn’t even bat
an eye. He was a pro for sure. I wondered what he looked like under his
coveralls. His hair was black and looked wet, but was combed neatly, except for
a little curl on his forehead. It is reminiscent of a certain comic book hero.
His skin was dark, almost like a tan. His eyes were black as his hair, with
thick bushy eyebrows that almost met in the middle. His jaw was strong, and fit
his moustache well.
He kicked off his shoes
and unbuttoned the coveralls at the same time. They were on the floor in
seconds. He wore a tank undershirt, which he ripped to shreds as he stepped
towards me. I was getting frightened. He had a big smile on his lips as he
removed his boxer shorts. His bush was thick as his eyebrows, but his sausage
stuck out proudly from the base. His balls hung low and swung with his steps,
bouncing from thigh to thigh. His arms were hairy and muscular. He must have
been an acrobat or strongman in the circus. His chest and abs were lean and
tight. A matt of hair bunched in the middle of his chest, but the rest spread
evenly over the rest of his body.
In about five seconds
he was breathing heavily on my face. His breath was surprisingly sweet. His
lips were wet and pursed as he came down on mine. His moustache tickled, but
the kiss was heavenly. He WAS a pro. If I had the money, I would hire him on
permanently for stud service. He gently caressed my back, down to my buns. It
sent shivers up my spine, and I melted. As my knees gave way, he caught me and
lifted me onto the bed. I was shaking, not from fear, but from unexpected love.
This stranger from just a few minutes ago had melted my heart and head. I had
to get more of him. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled
him down to me. We kissed and kissed for several minutes. I gazed into the black
recesses of his eyes and saw myself getting fucked by his acrobatic
pole. The next thing I knew, he was in me, with my legs wrapped around his
neck, where my hands were before.
I was obviously
loosened up by my dildo, but his entry into my butt was so smooth, that I didn’t even feel
it go in. Now that it was there, I felt very full. He eased back and shoved
into my open ass, creating heat from the friction. It felt terrific! “Marko!
Marko! Marko!” I cried out. “I have never
had such a good feeling from getting my ass plowed.” He asked, “Does it
hurt?” I said, “No! It’s great!
Keep it going!” He kept on with deep strong strokes, grazing
my prostate over and over. He finally said, “Is coming
soon! You want in ass or mouth?” I replied, “I have to
taste your spunk! My mouth is waiting.” “Feed me,
Marko!”
I hadn’t noticed
that he had put on a condom before entering my ass. He quickly peeled off the
protective layer, and let his cock travel up the few feet from my ass to my
lips. He could sure move like an acrobat. His thick appendage was soon stuffing
my jaws until they ached from the bulk. “Is now!” Marko said,
as he let go. The sheer volume had me swallowing as fast as I could, but some
of his precious cargo escaped and dripped from my lips. When he was huffing and
puffing, he withdrew his deflating dick. He bent down and licked the cum off of
my face and neck. He then stuck his tongue back into my mouth for some fluid
swapping.
Marko raised his head
and gave me that mischievous grin, and said, “Now to take
care of plumbing.” He slid down my body and took my cock into his
mouth and began a new experience for me. His mouth was like satin. Slick and
smooth and bringing me to an orgasm in seconds. I had not noticed how horny he
had made me, as I was busy getting at his cock earlier. I was primed with my
lust for him. His ease at performing the most miraculous techniques on my body
had me in love with him. Marko had a touch that was firm, but light as a
feather on my skin. Everywhere he caressed my body, it was thrill after thrill.
After I thought I could take no more, he gave me something new that made it
possible. He really was “MARKO THE MAGNIFICENT” to me. And
he did a great job on the plumbing in the house, too. He gave me his card, so I
could get with him whenever I needed a sword swallower.
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