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Cement Mixer, Part III

by JIMBO

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The cement truck made its first delivery shortly after I had finished my breakfast. I watched with new fascination when "my men" applied their finishing skills to the newly poured cement. While the truck went for a second load, I escorted each of the four men into the bathroom as I had the day before. But there was a difference. Both Moose and Tony asked if it was okay to come back again at night. I invited Moose to dinner and told Tony to join us as soon as he could get away from his wife. The last man in was Lorenz, the breathtaking black god. He was in his late forties and was a man of few words. The others gabbed constantly while they worked, but Lorenz said no more than absolutely necessary. I was already flushed from the sight and sound of the other when Lorenz came in. I started to lead him to the bath off the kitchen, but he strode immediately into the bedroom and walked into that bath. In front of the toilet, he let his baggy shorts fall to the ground and revealed a body that looked like an ebony statue of an African god. My eyes and mouth popped open and I watched unabashedly as he emptied his bladder and then stroked his meat into erection for my benefit. “You want it. Let's go. I got work to do." I went into the bathroom and he shoved me to my knees and thrust that huge hot shaft toward my eager mouth. No time to explore that marvelous instrument with my tongue. His huge hands encircled my head and my hands soon found his glorious black gyrating buns. I tried to get my fingers into his asshole, but almost before I could reach my target he was exploding in my mouth! He grabbed his shorts and turned toward the door. He had been in the house less than five minutes. "I'll be back," he said as he left the house. Oh I hoped he would be back. How I wanted the chance to take my time to do every inch of that marvelous body. That night Moose and I showered and dined as we had the previous night, but before we even finished dinner, Tony was at the door again dressed like a gigolo and hard and hot before he came into the house We headed immediately into the bedroom and were well into a marvelous three way when we heard a noise. Looking up, we saw Laurenz standing there in clean jeans and a white tee shirt. As he pulled the tee shirt off, he said," I don't care which of you guys gets it, but I got lots of my best stuff saved up and I need to unload it now." I was so ecstatic that I can't really remember that night but I ate more meat than I would normally have found in five years I did see Tony and Lorenz occasionally over the years, but Moose did retire from the fire station and start his handyman business and I had need of his labors as often as I could get my wife out of the house. We became best of friends, satisfied each other's sexual needs for several years, but never really became "lovers" in the usual sense We were too different. Then Moose moved to Florida and I haven't seen him since. Tony and Lorenz shared their secret with a few other friends from the firehouse, but that's another story. jimbocle@aol.com CONCLLUSION

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