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JC - Lake Charles, Louisiana - April, 1999
SPORTSCASTER
I didn't enjoy watching television all that much, nor did I enjoy the news cast especially the sports portion of the program. All that changed when I looked up and saw the new sportscaster. He looked to be in his early to mid 20's, very blond hair cut just right to shape his boyish face. His deep voice drew me to raise the volume on the set and when they came in for a close-up, those beautiful blue eyes looked into the camera, and when he smiled it looked like he was smiling right at me.
Each evening at 6:15 p.m., from that day forth I would make sure that I was in front of the TV. When the announcer would say, "Next up is Mike Murphy with the Sports," I would settle in for that big smile and sexy voice. I loved when he did the live remotes, he seemed more relaxed and dressed a lot more comfortable in shorts and a shirt that showed off his muscular torso.
Tonight he was on location at the local college interviewing the football coach; Mike was wearing a T Shirt from the college and a pair of running shorts. At the end of the interview, Mike picked up a football and threw the ball, he jumped up into the camera, giving everyone a great look at his tight ass, although encased in his shorts, still a great kodak moment.
After a couple of weeks of watching Mike on the tube, I happened to be talking to a neighbor who lived in the same apartment complex. He asked "Did you see our new neighbor yet?" I told him that I had not. "He just moved into apartment 609, must be single, I haven't seen any women around." he continued, "I think he works for a TV station; I think I saw him on the 6 o'clock news doing the sports." My mouth dropped and I must have almost screamed "You mean Mike Murphy?" "Yeah, I think that's his name." The neighbor said. "Did you say 609?" I remarked. "Yeah 609, why you know him?" he questioned. "Well kinda, sorta." I stammered.
For the next couple of days, I attempted to devise a plan on how to bump into Mike Murphy. Finally I took some of my mail and dropped it into his mail box, hoping that he would bring it to me instead of just dropping it back into my box. About 7:30 that evening, my door bell rang, I looked out the window. It was him cropped T Shirt exposing his stomach, and a pair of jogging shorts. I raced to the door opening it almost nonchalantly, saying something stupid like "Hi, can I help you?" he just outstretched his arm holding the mail and said "I think the mailman screwed up and put your mail in my box." "Thanks," I said, then said "Say aren't you Mike Murphy from Channel 5?" "Yes, I am, thanks for recognizing me." he responded. I said "You do a great job reporting the sports, I watch you every night." Thanks again, just call me Mike." he said while extending his hand. "Nice meeting you, I'm Eric Powell." Returning the handshake. "Going jogging?" I asked "Nah, maybe later, I just need to have a drink, sit and un-wind a while." Mike said. "Well I was just about to pour myself a drink, how about joining me?" I said. Much to my surprise, he said "Thanks, that sounds nice, let me run home and change, this is bad dress for company." "No!" I quickly said, "You look just fine the way you are." "Really, you don't need to change."
As he stepped through the door, I gave him a quick look over. Like I said before, he was shorter than me, his blond hair was cut very neat and combed just right. His chest was broad and wide reminding me of a college football player, his shoulders were wide with the rest of his torso tapering down to a perfect waist. Part of his stomach was exposed revealing a hard tan six pack, his tanned skin disappeared into his running shorts, where you could see the bulge of his dick waiting to be released; and the outline of those hard buns of his great ass made me want to reach out and touch someone, especially him. I followed him into the living room, watching him walk toward the chair, his legs matched his stomach, hard and tan. I was deep in thought about how good those legs would feel wrapped around my head as I had this TV stud's cock stuffed deep down my throat. I was so deep in my day dream, that I almost missed his comment about how much better my apartment looked than his. I made some sort of reply about how I was sure his apartment looked fine. As he sat in the chair he took his hand and adjusted his balls and dick, pushing them to one side in his shorts.
I just stood there, just looking before snapping back to realality, asking Mike "What would you like to drink?" "Anything is fine, I'll just have what you are having." he said. I stepped into the kitchen, mixing two Rum and Cokes; when I returned to the living room, I handed Mike his drink, he took a sip and hummed how good it tasted. "Tell me," I asked, "How is it to work in TV?" Mike answered, "It's fun, but the pay is horrible for the amount of hours you gottta put in." "To do this 6 o'clock news I have to be at work at about 9 in the morning and do stories all day long." "Then sometime I have to work late at night on special stories." He continued, "Of course it has it's benefits, I get into most sporting events free, and get to meet lots of interesting people.
I had moved to the chair opposite where he was sitting, and from my vantage point I had a perfect view of Mikes basket laying along his thigh, and the mound of balls resting below his rod. After a few minutes of small talk, Mike lifted his leg placing it over the arm of the chair, when he did this, the material of his shorts tightened making the bulge in is shorts only look bigger, and the bulge in mine getting harder to control.
We continued talking about his job and mine, I discovered that Mike was 24 years old, and was from Florida. He had moved here after college to take his first full time job at channel 5. In college he had in fact played football, and was on the wrestling team. He grew up in a small town in central Kansas. He got interested in mass communication and worked in a small radio station in his hometown, until going off to college. In college he worked part time in radio and TV mostly doing sports and weather programs. I asked the typical questions about school, hobbies, ect. I then asked "How about the woman in your life?" He then sort of changed the subject to something else.
After about the third drink, Mike began to talk a little more freely about his personal life, he said that he was on the rebound from a bad relationship, and that he was not going to jump into another one any time soon. He continued to talk then said, "You know next time I fall in love with someone, I just may try another guy." I almost choked on my drink as I exclaimed "What did you say?" "Yeah" Mike said, "I just may let some other guy swing on this big ole rod," he remarked as he cupped his balls and dick through his shorts. "Have you ever done it with another guy?" I asked. "Oh sure, if a guy tells you he's never done it before, he's a bold faced liar." "You've done it before, haven't you Eric?" "Yeah," I said; "I've done it a few times myself." Mike said "And it felt great ,didn't it?" "Most of the time it does", I responded. "Tell me Mike what was your most memorable time?" "I've had a couple of those," he continued "Probably the most memorable was during High School, there was this guy who would give me blow jobs in the barn." "One day he was sucking my dick, when he asked me to fuck him." " I lay him on top of the bales of hay and screwed him until we both collaped from fatigue." "We kept seeing each other, until I left for college, I don't know what ever happened to him." Mike then asked, "What about you, I spilled my guts, tell me about you favorite experience." I said, "I don't know if I can top that story, but the time I remember the most was one night when I was spending the night at a friends house, we were both in the 11th grade, I woke up during the night, with my friend's hand down the front of my underwear, jacking me off, he then confessed that he wanted to give me a blow job." "I told him, I would let him suck me if he would let me do the same to him." "We spent the night in a 69 position, doing marathon blow jobs." "You know, I haven't heard from him since then either, I must not have been as good as I thought." I laughed.
"Wow, all this sex talk has given me a hard on." Mike said as he groped his hardening cock. "Me too," I replied. "Mind if I take a leak?" Mike asked. "No, not at all," I said "The bathroom is right down," "I know where it is." Mike cut my sentence short. "Remember my flat is just like yours." When he came back down the hallway, I heard him say "I love your choice of reading material in the bathroom." Oh no, I thought, I had left one of my gay magazines in the bathroom. As he came into the living room, he held up the centerfold and said "I wouldn't mind having this stud in bed on top of or under my body."
Instead of Mike returning to his own seat, he sat down next to me on the sofa. I couldn't resist any longer, I took my hand and placed it right on top of his hard dick, as I began to fondle his cock through the material of his shorts, my other hand began to rub his uncovered leg. he moved his own hand up my chest around my shoulders and behind my neck, he pulled me toward him, touching our lips together for the first time. My hand was now working its way up from Mikes thigh through the opening of this shorts; my fingertips came in contact with the smooth skin of his balls as I began to knead them with my hand one inside and one outside his shorts. My free hand then slipped between the waistband and his smooth skin, and wrapped around Mikes enormous rod.
Mike whispered, "Lets go to the bedroom, and get more comfy." As he stood, I said, "you lead the way, remember your apartment is just like mine." As we entered the bedroom, I reached for his shirt pulling it from his chest over his head and threw it on the chair. His chest was even more beautiful then I imagined, it was smooth, void of any hair, his pecs seemd to call my hands to them, as I gently rubbed each of his shoulders and toward his nipples which stood erect to my touch. I leaned forward and gently sucked each into my mouth. I lightly pinched each tit then moved my hands slowly on their journey down Mikes body pausing at his hard stomach marveling at its washboard experior. I took my fingers and placed them between the waistband of his shorts and skin. I began to slowly pull his shorts down, his balls appeared, as large as golf balls, and shaved smooth, oh how good these would feel sucked into my hot mouth. I continued to move the clothes down running my hands around each of this runners hard legs. As he kicked off his shoes and shorts, my hands found their way up those tight buns of Mikes great ass. It took no time for me to shed my own duds and push Mike back onto the bed. As I crawled on top of him our bodies were like electricity, I could feel the current run between our torsos as we collapsed on the bed, once again our lips met this time in a long lingering kiss.
As I lay on top of Mike, I outstretched his arms above his head and began to kiss my way down his bronzed body, his neck, how young his skin felt and tasted; My tongue explored his smooth chest wetting each of his nipples making them hard, hearing Mikes moans of pleasure much to my delight. As I straddled Mikes body savoring it, I could feel our dicks intermingle together, and our bodies fuse into one. I worked my way from Mikes' delicious chest to his hard rippling six pack, then at last to his immense dick. As I approached this stiff shaft standing erect from his body, my lips parted allowing the velvet head to enter my mouth; I tasted the sweet pre-cum mixed with the salt from his body as my mouth stretched around the huge head. As I began to suck Mikes' cock, I felt hands on my own dick, then I felt him lift my body and turn it around giving him access to my hard rod. I felt my balls being washed by his tongue, and the head being licked like a kid eating an ice cream cone. Each time I would take Mikes dick down my throat, Mike would swallow my own cock. The whole time mike was sucking my dick, his finger was exploring my ass hole, each time he would pull me foward finger fucking me as he forced my dick deep down his hot throat.
I wanted this stud to fuck me and fuck me hard. I moved back up his body, and whispered in his ear. "Mike, I want you to bury that big dick of yours up my hot love chute." he moaned with ecstasy as he turned his body laying on top of me. I lifted my legs over his shoulders as I felt the bulb of his dick against the entrance to my fuck hole. He began to push, this was the largest dick I ever allowed to fuck me; there was pain at first, then the numbness, then the thrill, then the satisfaction. I could feel every wrinkle of his massive dick as he began to pump harder and faster, before long his entire 9 inches crammed up my hot hole, and was screwing me like I'd never been fucked before. I would feel his big balls slap against my butt each time he would thrust forward. After about 20 minutes of this hot action, Mike quickened his pace as he was about to shoot. I felt his body stiffen and begin to shutter as I felt the warmth of Mikes cum spill into my body, without any warning and for the first time ever I shot my wad all over my chest, even striking my own chin, without even having my hand on my dick. After this action we collapsed in each others arms.
Afte dozing off for a while, I awoke to Mike fondling my dick and balls, he lay between my spread legs licking my thigh and balls. My dick had already sprung to action and was rock hard once again. As Mike moved his tongue from the base of my balls to the shaft of my dick, he would take my balls in his mouth and gently suck on them. He continued to stroke my dick in long slow movements, along with moving his strong hands across my stomach, and massaged my chest.
Mike moved up laying his body on top of mine. Our dicks inter-mingling with each others, We began to kiss each other with passion, allowing our bodies to speak our desires. I reached around Mike and pulled our bodies closer together, feeling the hardness and the heat of Mikes body on mine as we rolled about the bed. Mike's body so athletic and solid yet so smooth, and soft. Each time I looked up into his steel blue eyes I wished that this night could last forever. Before this dawn broke we sucked each other twice more with even more zeal than the first time earlier that day. We took a shower together, taking turns sucking dicks with the water cascading between our bodies. Mike was getting dressed to leave for work about 8 o'clock. Mike said, "Eric, you have a great personality, great body, give great head. and fuck better than anyone I've had before; Can we get together again this evening and every evening for a long time?" This came as such a shock, but a pleasant surprise. I answered quicker than he could finish the sentence "Yes!" "I love you, and would love to have you forever."
Now each evening at 6:14 p.m., I'm glued in front of the TV, when the announcer says, "Now here is Mike Murphy with the sports," I watch very closely, because sometime during the sportscast Mike will give a little wink to the camera, that's his way of saying "Hello Eric, I love you." He moved into my apartment, together, sharing our lives with each other. End of story; I think not.