Strange isn't it, that some of the most significant moments in our lives come to pass when we're least expecting them. I remember when my boyfriend dumped me without warning after we'd been together for over seven years. It came as quite a shock as I was just relaxing into the relationship and thinking, 'This is for keeps.' I was in New York at the time. A friend had given me a T-shirt with UNEMPLOYED ACTOR written on it. I slept in that shirt for five days. Didn't wash, didn't shave, hardly ate, and drank a lot of gin. On the sixth day I got out of bed stinking to high heaven and longing for a big breakfast. The cupboard was bare so I headed for the diner just across the street, and bumped into the French actress Jeanne Moreau. She was getting out of a taxi on her way to the press show of one of her movies. She looked at my tee shirt, smiled and said, 'I'm sorry.' We chatted a bit and then she invited me to the movie. So in we went together and it was the beginning of a nice friendship.

Something similar happened to me the other day. I'd sunk into another of my depressions after a short disastrous fling with a pole dancer. I stayed in bed, slept in my clothes and, true to form, didn't wash. I'd been having some trouble with the telephone connection to my pc and had reported it. The doorbell rang and I opened the door to find a young guy standing there with a tool-box. He was pretty scrawny, but he sure was sexy. "You called for assistance," he said. I looked at him and thought "Never was a truer word spoken."

He stood there with the sun shining on his hair and looked like some angel from heaven. "You were having trouble with your computer," he explained. I let him in, apologising for my memory lapse, and said I'd been in bed with the "flu". He said his assistant was ill too.

I needed some coffee desperately, so I offered him some. He was busy tinkering with wires and stuff, so I took a quick shower and flung on a bathrobe just as the coffee was percolating all over the stove. The two of us met in the kitchen. My robe was wide open, and so was his mouth. You see, I have a very large dick. Our hands met as he tried to wipe up the coffee, and I tried to stop him. A surge of electrical current went through me, and it had nothing to do with telephone wires. I looked at him for a split second, and then kissed him. I'd never laid eyes on him before and didn't even know his name, but his eyes told me that he sure as hell wanted to lay something on me. I kissed him tentatively at first, but received so much encouragement that it didn't take long before we were sucking and fucking like there was no tomorrow. I'd always found those uniforms technicians wear to be a real turn on. In fact, I'd been tempted many a time to open one down the front and expose the vibrant, virile body beneath. Now here I was doing it, and the sight of his slight, tight frame gave me one of the biggest hard-ons I'd ever had.

I peeled him open like a grape. He wasn't a fleshy grape, but he sure was sweet and juicy. His dick was thick. In fact it was quite a surprise to see such a thick dick on such a slim frame. I buried my nose in his pubes and wrapped my mouth around his grape vine. I knew right away that he was enjoying it as it swelled rapidly inside my mouth. I grabbed onto his butt cheeks and sucked for all I was worth. I started a steady, rhythmic pumping and massaged the juicy flesh of his cockshaft with my lips. Every time I came up for air, I let my warm spit lubricate his dick from base to tip. He squirmed and began to build up a rhythm of his own until that throbbing tube of swollen flesh felt like a battering ram in my mouth as it charged towards my throat. Several times I thought I was going to gag, but I hung in there.

After a while we settled into a mutual mambo of erotic sensations and began to almost magically move as one. At one point during the sheer mind-blowing ecstasy, I thought his dick was simply going to dissolve in my mouth. It did eventually, for as we accelerated the beat into a raunchy rumba, he climaxed and sprayed his hot cum all over my tonsils.. I gulped it down as I came up for air. Then I kissed him again and said, "Maybe it's time we introduced ourselves."

He told me his name was Kevin, and said he'd have to be getting back soon as we'd fucked through his lunch break, and he had another call to make. I told him my name was Barringer, and he'd better be back soon since he hadn't fixed my computer connection. My dick needed servicing, too, I told him. He promised to come back later for dinner. By that time I'd gotten myself out of my depression, had cleaned house and prepared dinner. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I liked his name, I liked the look of him and, of course, I liked the taste of him.

True to his word, he arrived all spruced up around seven. I was a wee bit disappointed that he wasn't wearing his open-down-the-middle overalls. However, he looked so cute in his tee shirt and tight black pants that I comforted myself with the thought that there were probably countless other ways of 'opening' him. I noticed how his hard little nipples stroked the front of his tee shirt, and almost asked him for an appetizer before we started on dinner, but thought better of it. Neither of us had eaten any lunch, so we needed some food inside us before we started eating each other. We had a good dinner and got on very well together. He loved music and movies and couldn't wait to see some of the videos I had on my shelves. He was two or three years younger than me, but it didn't seem to matter. He told me that he had a girl friend, but was more or less convinced he was 'into men.' He said girls just didn't suck dick like I did, so naturally I had to ask him the sixty-four thousand dollar questions: "Had he ever been fucked and did he like sucking dick?" Of course the answer to both was no, but he wanted to. So I said, "Let's go for it."

I took him into the bedroom, peeled off his tee shirt, made dessert of his nipples and bent my head down to get some cream. I unzipped his pants and reached in for his plump sausage. He put his hand firmly on my arm and said he wanted to suck my dick. I lay back nonchalantly and said, "Be my guest." It sure was exciting as he fumbled with my shirt buttons and wrestled with my belt buckle, just like some college kid trying to undo his girlfriend's bra for the first time. Naturally, I offered him no assistance whatsoever. My dick swelled and twitched, anxious to get out of there and into Kevin's mouth. In his vain attempts to get at the prize, his fluttering fingers came into constant contact with the wild beast in my pants, and he rubbed me up the right way several times during the struggle. It was great, but I couldn't help hoping he'd do somewhat better with his mouth. Finally, he fumbled his way through it, and my dick burst triumphantly into view. It was pretty excited by now and pretty darn long, so I knew it was going to be something of a mouthful for my new friend. I coaxed his head in the right direction and said, "Just try and remember what I did to you this afternoon, and, whatever you do, don't use your teeth!"

Fortunately, his mouth was very wet, probably drooling at the size of my dong, so he got off to a good start. He lathered and slathered it with his spit, and then sucked rather as though he were sucking a popsicle, but it felt good. I wiggled it a bit as if to communicate that he needed to go a little further down since he was still only at the tip. Instead he decided to try another tactic, and started licking it up and down like a puppy licks a bone. Of course, this gave me quite a boner, too, and in the end I had to roll him over and get my rocks off by fucking the ass off him. This was initially quite a struggle also, but with a little lube, a lot of saliva and some dextrous pre-finger work, I worked my way in there and had a whale of a time. He wiggled and writhed and twitched, then humped his ass, so my dick decided to take a nose dive and send him into orbit. I tried to go easy on him at first and pumped him long and slow. But his ass seemed to wrap itself round my cock as if hungry for more, and I eventually slammed into him like a train going through a tunnel or a hammer beating a nail. He kicked up one hell of a fuss, and I thanked God I didn't have any close neighbours. I asked him if he wanted me to stop, but he just clamped down on my dick like a vice, and almost jerked me off with the counter thrust of his hot little ass. Once again we worked up a wonderful jungle rhythm together, and the pair of us yelled louder than Tarzan and Cheetah as we came. Later, as we lay side by side, he thanked me for fucking him so good, but still wanted my cum in his mouth.

"Why's that?" I asked, intrigued.

"Because they tell me that male cum causes a guy's muscles to grow," was his answer.

"Is that a fact?" I said. "But I like you just the way you are." I passed my hand over his tight torso and thought just how scrawnily sexy he was.