Electrician's Helper
by R Christopher Cooper
So there I was... just minding my own business changing out every florescent light in the gym.
This was supposed to be “work experience”. Yeah, right! I was doing all the work and the electrician (the boss) was getting paid megabucks per hour.
He started me off and then he left. Vacated. Gone. Vamoosed.
The gym owner wanted us to work at night so he didn’t have to close the section where we were changing the lights.
I was in the middle of the room having already changed ten cases of bulbs (15 bulbs per case) when I heard voices. Maybe Bill was back. How long does it take to go back to the shop and get the ballasts? That’s what I get for working for a company consisting of me and the boss.
As I worked I saw that it wasn’t Bill. It was somebody setting up cameras and lights. He had a light meter and everywhere he checked he was amazed—almost confused. I heard him tell another guy that the light in the gym was perfect. They still set up camera lights. They hung a big backdrop and ran power cords all over the place. I continued to move the rolling scaffold, clean the fixtures, and change light bulbs.
I went to replenish my supply of bulbs, get a sport drink, and take a leak. When I got back this guy was lifting a relatively light weight while the crew filmed and took still shots. He would do a long set and then flex. He was in great shape but he had a shirt on and I was at the other end of the room. I was about to be out of sight as I started the other leg of the “L” shaped gym.
I thought little of it (other than the bodybuilder must be a pro or something). Maybe it was a porn movie or a magazine cover—I had no idea. They didn’t even notice me.
As I stacked the boxes of “bad” bulbs in the delivery/storage area, I noticed that the film crew van was gone. No surprise there, it was the middle of the night! I just had to get the rolling scaffold out of the gym and I was going home.
Bill didn’t answer his cell phone (it went right to voice mail like it was off) but I was going to leave one final message when I walked out of the door. Leaving a message at the office would be like punching out and for good measure I was going to call my own answering machine with the same message to have a time stamp. I was so ticked off at Bill for dumping me… even if he was the owner and boss. It wasn’t fair.
When I went to get the scaffold all the lights were off except for those used as night lights which were left on all the time. Bill told me that he was going to replace the ballasts in those light fixtures. My anger flared and then I realized that if the lights were off, everyone, even the gym owner, left. Maybe this was my first and last day on this summer job, I thought. What the hell? Was I invisible or something, I asked myself as I walked toward the locker room to wash up.
When I entered the locker room the shower was running. Ah, the owner, I assumed. He could confirm the time I finished. I flushed the urinal and washed my hands. When I got to the shower room and stood at the door I froze. The bodybuilder/model was trying to get the body makeup off his back with limited success. He seemed as surprised to see me standing there as I was that I happened upon him showering.
“Hey, do a guy a favor and come scrub this shit off my back?” he said as if I was part of the film crew.
“Turn off the shower so I don’t get wet,” I suggested. He did and I nervously walked past the shower heads toward the back corner of the large shower room. With his back to me he was soaping up a sponge. His rippling back muscles had my cock rising. I made a quick adjustment.
“Whoa!” he said as he faced me. The man was a muscle god with a massive chest, huge arms, wide shoulders—and a movie star face. “Man, you need a shower! BAD! What have you been doing? Is it nervous perspiration from watching me? Get those clothes off and join me,” he ordered as he lifted the bottom of my tee shirt.
“I’ll pass,” I said. “I’ll shower… when I get home…” I gulped as his soapy hand grabbed my hard cock through my shorts.
“You do me a favor and I’ll do you a favor,” he smiled.
“I better go…”
“You can’t get out without the alarm code. Do you have the alarm code?” his grin widened.
“N-no,” I answered.
“Do us both a favor and cooperate,” he laughed. My shorts were open and falling. I grabbed them and he was pulling up on my shirt.
“Stop!” I said. I hated when I was rushed by an over eager guy. I kicked my shoes into the locker room and stepped out of my shorts. I hung them on a towel hook in the dry area. He lifted my shirt from behind. Ok but my briefs stay on, I thought. I was hanging the shirt when my briefs were stripped down to my ankles.
“Are you a pervert or something?” I asked.
“Horny! Lifting and posing always makes me horny,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my body. “You obviously love huge muscles like mine,” he grabbed my cock and stroked me. “Admit it—you would love to worship my muscles.”
“Feel, admire—yes. Worship—no,” I said just making a point. “God gets worshipped,” I said but I knew what he meant when he said muscle worship.
“Feel and admire then,” he laughed. “Scrub my back.” He released me and turned on the water again. “But you have to wash first!” he demanded.
I started and he joined me. His hands soaped and stroked my slim (34 inch chest) lean body. I scrubbed away the smell in my pits with his shower sponge as he touched every inch of my body slathering liquid soap all over my skin. He then took the sponge from me and lathered up the soap that he already spread. I was turned on but at that time I had no idea what was to come.
“Your turn to soap me,” he said handing me the liquid soap and he held the sponge. “I still have some of that tan makeup shit on my skin.” I got busy covering his entire body with liquid soap. My cock was pulsating and ready to explode each time I moved to another body part. As I scrubbed his body I had to pause so I wouldn’t cum. I never ever had a more sensuous experience.
“Rinse,” I ordered.
I had to scrub his back again. He just assumed there was makeup back there but I just wanted to feel his body one last time. He pulled me under the water to rinse away stray soap. My hard cock jabbed into his hard abs and his cock hit my hip. He looked into my eyes and he kissed me. I was shocked but I found myself kissing back. His arms held me tight and without warning my cum began to spew between us.
“That is the sexiest…” he gasped and then he groaned as his cock pumped cum all over me. I held on to him just so I wouldn’t fall. When he caught his breath he chuckled. “Now we have to wash again.”
“Have you ever considered shaving smooth?” he asked as he soaped his abs.
“It took me years to get the little body hair I have,” I exposed my pit and pointed to the sparse dusting of hair on my chest.
“I meant here,” he said as his hand stroked between my naval and my cock. “So you could wear a mini bikini,” he said with a chuckle. “I could trim you up real quick,” he offered. He reached up to the top of the wall and retrieved a battery operated shower clippers.
“I’ll pass. I don’t even own a bikini,” I smiled. “I better go,” I began to turn away. He grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Could you… shave me?” he asked.
I looked him over and there wasn’t a hair on his torso. I looked at him strangely. “Where,” I asked hesitantly. He turned and bent over.
“I have a new thong…” he smiled.
The last thing I thought I would be doing today was shaving an ass crack.
It started off as a normal day. I awoke at five a.m. and went jogging. I worked out and had lunch. I was scheduled to work from about seven at night until we were finished. (It was now after three in the morning) I ran errands in the afternoon before I reported for work. We unloaded the cases of bulbs from the truck and waited for permission to start. Bill showed me what he wanted me to do and then he left to get the ballasts. He just never returned. Now I was alone in a shower room with a muscular stranger shaving his ass. I think shaving an ass crack would qualify as a strange turn of events.
He soaped up his ass crack before he turned to face me. I was surprised to see that he had another throbbing boner. I knew I had to get out of there.
“You’ve done everything I asked,” he smiled. “There is one last thing that you can do for me,” He said as he rinsed soap from his butt crack. He turned off the water. I was drying my face with one of the gym towels when he placed his hands on the wall behind me effectively surrounding me with his muscular body. He smiled and he searched my eyes. “Fuck me, Alex.”
I was weak in the knees. I was speechless. I felt my back sliding down the tile wall. Things went from bad to worse when I saw his throbbing tool bounce barely an inch from my face. The stud leaned in and I felt its heat and hardness on my cheek. He began pistol whipping my face with his ample tool. He placed his hand it on the fat shank and he squeezed a pearl of pre-cum out of the tip. From where I was sitting it looked like his cock was swelling even larger.
I looked up. He was looking down at me smiling. He was all muscle—mounds of perfection with that beautiful face. His eyes were kind. His hand was guided the plum of his cockhead to my lips. He rubbed the honey all over my lips. Thoughts and memories flooded back. That part of my life was over. I experimented when I was young but that was finished. Ten years had past with heterosexual only encounters. Was I too young to make the decision that I wasn’t gay when I was fourteen? My fantasy of being a muscular man like… him had never diminished. He used my name. There had been no introductions. How did he know?
“How do you know my name?” I said with wimp-like weakness.
“It’s written on the back of your shirt,” he smiled. I remembered that Bill, my boss insisted that I wear the company shirt (free advertisement) after he printed my name in block letters across the back.
“But I don’t know your name,” I said.
“Connor,” he smiled down at me. I was suddenly overwhelmed by desire. The name fit the man.
I was about to say something when he stuck the head of his cock inside my mouth. When I was fourteen I loved to suck cock but at that age cocks were much smaller. Was his shaft a foot long? Thirteen inches? Fourteen? It didn’t matter, it was fucking enormous, hot, and fucking hard. It just sat there on my tongue. I tasted pre-cum. I imagined his cannon blasting cum, flooding my mouth, or coating my body in white sticky jizm.
Connor held my head in his hands. He slowly began to fuck my face. I touched his legs to push him away but all I could do was worship his massive thigh muscles. He was super masculine and perfect. He was stroking and depositing a steady flow of sex into my mouth. The man’s cock was delivering orgasmic pleasure directly into my brain through my mouth. I closed my eyes and sank into the old me. I was gay. If I wasn’t I would have fought—punched—yelled—done anything but accept his cock in my mouth.
Sexual bliss washed over me as a flood of pre-cum hit my tongue. Connor’s cock tasted like pure sex. I closed my lips around his tool. I looked up at his tight pumped muscles. A gush of something sweet and salty filled my tongue and Connor was smiling down at me with a look of satisfaction.
“Kiss me, Alex,” he growled. “Alex, I need a kiss.”
I was sitting on the floor and suddenly he was sitting across my thighs his knees at my hips. His face was inches from mine and he was looking at me with angelic love in his eyes. Connor was huge, powerful, and overwhelmingly beautiful. How could my kiss satisfy such a man? Connor needed someone just as beautiful as he was. Connor needed an angel to kiss him not me.
“Alex, you are so beautiful,” he whispered before he planted a kiss on my lips. How could I not kiss back? My hands moved over his bulging muscles—his pecs—his arms—his shoulders. I took his face in my hands as we kissed. A strong masculine scent surrounded me. It was his musk, his manliness, cologne—soap—his shampoo—and the tang of his cum. I felt a sexual rush like someone opened a blast furnace in my face. Connor moved his arms around my body and held me against his hard physique. His erection pushed against me and it seemed to pulse with sexual power.
He kissed me again—tender and loving, then more insistent. The kiss seemed to last for hours. Connor’s body flexed. His muscles were swelling and pushing against me. I felt as if his hug could engulf me and swallow me whole. Connor kissed my neck and ear as he whispered, “Fuck me, Alex. I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to make passionate love with you.”
“I…” I said. My eyes pleaded (I can't do that-I’m not gay) but he didn’t see. Connor was perfection. He was all muscle and I was nothing.
“Fuck me.” Connor implored. He moved his hand down my back hugging, caressing, kissing, nibbling, as he squeezed me against his hardness. “Fuck me,” he entreated. “I need you to fuck me,” he said as he rubbed his cheek against mine. “Oh Alex if you only knew how you electrify every fiber in my body.”
I didn’t dare move.
“Fuck me,” he repeated as he thrust his steel hard cock against my abs and pecs. His sensuous lips parted as they touched mine he repeated softly, “Fuck me.”
“Not here,” I managed to say. I needed some protection—gym bag. Maybe I still had a condom with lube hidden in the bag.
Connor stood without effort bringing my limp body along with him. Once on my feet he kissed me again and I swear I saw fireworks. I felt so desirable. My body trembled. Connor put towels on a bench as I fitted my manhood with the condom (plain, lube free). He moved his mouth forward and he sucked my cock into his warm mouth applying a wet coat of saliva licking my shaft until it was slick and slimy. When he gently chewed on the head of my cock I felt like I was about to cum.
“Fuck me,” he said insistently. He lay back on the bench and pulled his legs up. His tight pink asshole winked. I moved the head of my cock into position and once again I inhaled Connor’s musk. I rubbed the slickness into his crack and then I eased in just like I did with a woman. He gasped but he took several inches.
Connor’s ass clamped down and then he began to undulate his ass muscles around my cock. Steam seemed to surround us like a fog of sexuality. There was a deep tingling sensation of orgasmic bliss all around my cock that I never experienced with a woman. The way his ass moved it seemed to draw my cock deeper and intense erotic pulses shot through my body. There could be only one explanation, I really was gay. Conner was loaded with awe-inspiring sexual prowess and he was being pleased by my tool.
Connor closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of being fucked. It felt so good, so right and perhaps he wanted to return the sensation of erotic bliss engulfing his being. He was doing a damn good job. This was tighter than any cunt I ever fucked. It was so tight my cock felt huge—almost unbelievably huge. I fucked him harder and faster.
“Yessssssss,” Connor moaned softly.
Connor’ sweat covered body looked more impressive than ever. He was packed thick with muscle, profuse with masculine beauty, the very personification of the perfect male. His skin was sleek with sweat and his golden tan seemed to glow. His pecs swelled as he flexed and his abs looked like a plowed field.
Suddenly I felt orgasmic bliss as a flood of cum began erupting from my cock, unbridled, uncontrolled, and massive. It was like a dam bursting—like ten years of acting strait repudiated in a torrent of pure pleasure. Cum shot out of me like a fire hydrant being opened after long being dormant. Sweat flew off my body as I pounded his ass. Every muscle in my body was working and I felt the burn. Together we were a raging bonfire.
“Fuck me,” Connor instructed. “Fuck me, harder!” he begged.
I pushed myself with renewed vigor, pistoning my hips and fucking Connor deeper and harder. I was already cumming but I wanted him to orgasm with me. My entire body shook with uninhibited sexual bliss, and every muscle fiber and cell seemed to participate
My cock was on fire as I pounded his ass was pounded deeper and deeper.
With my body spent I collapsed on his chest. I couldn’t believe the first light of dawn was filtering through the windows. Connor still had not cum and a little guilt washed over me.
“Fuck me Connor,” I said as he hugged me. I wanted him to cum.
“Are you sure you want this? I know you deserve it. I’ve never been fucked better; I almost came,” he stroked my back.
I looked at him with disbelief. “Why hold back?”
“So I could fuck you,” he smiled. I was not normally a bottom but I would bottom for Connor any day. Fucking him was nothing compared to the heights of sexual delight he delivered. How long he held me in the state of overload I have no idea but I knew I was going to cum. The room was spinning as my cock was shooting thick ropes between us. His cum was flowing and I was drowning in sexual delight. Every muscle in my body burned as if I had spent ten hours in the gym lifting double the normal weight. My body went limp and the room went black.
Call it sexual overload if you will but my body had to shut down. (It couldn’t possibly be because I had been awake for twenty-something hours, worked half the night, and fucked until I dropped, could it?)
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“Welcome back to the living,” a strange voice said. It was quiet in the room except for the hum of the AC beginning to cool the building against the rising sun. The lobby was awash with sunlight.
“What a fantastic dream,” I groaned as I sat up.
“Are you with Addison Electric? How did you get in here?” the man asked. I stretched and I could smell my stench. I quickly brought my arms down. How did I get dressed and where is Connor? I thought. Did I really shower? Is this sex musk on my body?
“I was changing lights last night and I got locked in,” I explained. “I guess I slept on your couch.”
“I don’t suppose you saw the news,” Mr. Jacobs the owner of the gym said as he sprayed room deodorizer. “Tragic accident, they think it was a drunk driver.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You boss was killed last night by a train. They think he was rear ended and his truck was pushed into an oncoming train. The other guy was killed when one of the cars derailed.” He shook his head as if pondering how quickly a life can end.
“Bill, Dead?” I said as guilt washed over me from cursing him out all night long.
“Tragic,” he was somber. He continued his pre-opening routine. “Wow! That really brightens up the gym,” the owner marveled as he flicked on the lights. “What are you going to do now?”
“This was supposed to be an interim job. I have one more course left before I finish my business degree.” I explained. “I guess I’ll be looking for another job.”
“Why don’t you come and work for me? I can always use super fit guys around here. But man, you have to shower. Go home, shower, change, and come to my office when you get back. We’ll talk.” He answered the phone.
I was still half asleep as I stumbled to my truck. I did not function well on so little sleep. By my reckoning I had a little over an hour of sleep. Bill’s accident made me super careful driving home. I felt groggy, sore, and swollen. Everything hurt because of being up and down that ladder, lifting boxes, stretching, and cleaning.
I stripped mechanically and as soon as I started to wash I jumped out of the shower fully awake. The bathroom mirror was too small. I ran to the mirror in the bedroom and I stood there dripping wet gaping at my fifty five inch chest and my twenty two inch arms. I flexed my quads and my cock began to get hard. I stroked the ten inch monster and found the remnants of a condom at the base of my cock. Soon seven huge ropes of cum dripped down the mirror.
“How,” I said to my reflection. I remembered Connor and the wild sex in the locker room. I didn’t remember getting dressed. One of the papers I dumped onto the dresser when I emptied my pockets had fallen to the floor. I knew I had the invoice from the wholesaler for the bulbs, a receipt for supplies from Home Depot, and the receipts for the personal bills I paid. On the floor was a note neatly folded with my name expertly printed on one side.
Alex,
You were one of the best.
Enjoy the gift and when you find someone truly deserving pass the gift on.
Connor
“Then it wasn’t a dream,” I said aloud.
Back in the shower I worshiped my muscles and stroked my cock. I didn’t understand how it happened but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. I had the body of my fantasies. Another seven cum salute exploded against the tile wall. I dressed in a tank top and shorts and admired my new physique.
Connor’s words echoed in my ears Enjoy the gift and when you find someone truly deserving pass the gift on. I flexed and smiled. So I am looking for someone truly deserving, I thought.
I returned to the gym to negotiate my salary with Mr. Jacobs. After that I planned to get some well deserved sleep. Perhaps one day very soon someone truly deserving would find me.