'My name's Gregg, I'll be servicing you today.' Benson?' he asked, offering me his hand as I nodded, accepting it.
I opened it and blinked: There stood a deliciously handsome, well built young black man in cable uniform with a smile and a work order. I clicked off the material on my screen and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and answered the door. The doorbell rang, and I was almost pissed, yet relieved the cable guy was finally here. I was working my way through those, popping my dick out of my jeans and having at it, working my routine of approaching climax, stopping to lick up the precum oozing from my dick head and then starting in again. I had a shitload of photos and clips saved as well, gorgeous young hunks facesitting older dudes in their sculpted asses, smothering them in their huge, smooth balls, crushing their skulls in their thick, muscular thighs. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinned studs, my own personal fantasy. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening.