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Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2025 12:21:12 +0200
From: cajunboi <cajunboi6@gmail.com>
Subject: Weekend Job

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I'd been talked into helping a buddy on weekends. He was a camera man for
a local TV station. On Saturdays they covered the university rugby
matches, sometimes two on a weekend. He needed a man to do the sound
equipment for post game interviews. These were almost always in the
locker rooms with the players and coaches. Back in those days females
were not allowed in the locker rooms for obvious reasons. The athletes
thought nothing of parading naked there before and after games.
   One weekend there was an away match so we loaded up on Friday night
and drove the truck the four hours to the site. The station splurged on
single rooms for the broadcast crew at a local motel. After the match I
was in the locker room preparing for the post game interviews. This
required the two players who were to be interviewed to be miked. Now
normally I'd hide the mics under their uniform shirts. I got both players
set up and was waiting for the word to come down that the interviews were
up after the commercial break. But one of the sports people had gotten to
the winning coach so we had to wait. While I waited one of the team, a
handsome younger junior wearing just a towel, came up to me to ask a
question. I looked at his wet, dark hair on his chest and got hard
instantly. Luckily I had an equipment bag hiding the tent in my
sweatpants. He asked questions about how to get a job like mine. As he
talked he casually scratched his chest and then his crotch. I could
clearly see the outline of a nice seven inch cock under the towel. We
both knew the score at that point. I told him that I was working but
would like to talk later, perhaps at the motel. I wrote my room number
down handing it to him along with a time to meet.
   That night I made sure to have booze in the room with a bucket of ice.
I'd also stopped at a drug store for some lube. At 8PM there was a knock
at the door. I was just wearing an old pair of gym shorts as I opened the
door. The smiling boy was there looking really good. He'd brought his CV
with him and I invited him in. Now anyone with half a brain would know
that being in a motel room with a half naked guy meant trouble. But the
lad came dressed in a college sleevless shirt and cutoff jeans, a dish
ready to be served. I pointed to the booze and ice offering him a drink.
He asked how I liked my poison and I told him neat like my bedmates. He
laughed and poured two bourbons.
   We talked about his college studies, his campus life, and his
background. The entire time he focused glances at my crotch. His focus on
that area, and a few drinks had his stares to become obvious. His
salivating stares did turn me on as my hardon grew to its thick nine
inches. I took a seat in the room's one chair forcing him to sit on the
bed. As we talked I spread my legs open giving him something to focus on
between my legs. After two drinks he began rubbing his hands on the
cutoffs. I could easily seat the growing erection when he leaned back on
the bed. I smiled at his antics and boldly asked in a low voice "Is there
something you need? Maybe something you want to see better?" He looked at
me with that deer in the headlights look nodding his head as he licked
his lips. I softly said "Then why are you waiting? Go for it, it won't
bite. It might even make you feel real good after a little pain at
first."
  He moved to his knees from the bed to kneel between my open legs as his
hands moved to pull the gym shorts down. My hardon popped out smearing my
precum across his face. He moaned as his tongue licked the piss slit to
taste me. I just yelled out a soft "YES!". He took each of my hairless
balls into his mouth sucking gently. His hands pulled the shorts off
throwing them aside as he worked on my nuts with his mouth. I held his
head with both hands as he lavished my cock and balls with kisses. I
pulled him away to look at my face asking "Is this why you wanted to be
here with me? You must tell me what you want me to do otherwise it might
be rape?" Pleading he said "I want to feel what its like to have you
inside me, to make love to me like a real man, please?"
   I pulled him up to stand as I tore off his few clothing throwing them
across the room. As an athlete he was a fine specimen of manhood. His
uncut, pink cock would do any man proud with its own eight inches. I put
my hands on the sides of his head pulling his lips to my own. I whispered
"Boy, I intend to make love to you like no one has ever done. I want to
take my pleasure with your fine body in such a way that it will be
imprinted on you forever. I will mark you as my own boy lover." He moaned
out a "YES!".
  For the next hour I repeatedly brought him to the edge before he
exploded in a shout of joyful happiness. We lay silent on the bed for a
while. Finally he asked "Will we ever...?" I cut him off with a deep kiss
then said "If you want to visit me in the city I promise to spend time
making you feel good. I will also show you a life, my life, that will
open your world up." I paused then whispered "Now I want your own seed
planted in me to bind us." We spent hours showing me that his quick
recovery time would promise many hours of fun in his future. He left just
as the sun peaked out and I prepared for the hours driving back home
filled with his seed.
   During the next weeks we spent hours emailing. He was to be with me
for a long, game free weekend. I would take him out showing off my new
conquest and new lover to an envious group of gay men. At night we would
make love echoing that first time together. I did fulfill my promise of
securing a summer internship for him. Of course he would be staying with
me, sharing my bed.