NEWS AT FIVE
By John Candu

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"News" got his nickname while working as a TV reporter and winning nearly
every broadcast award there is.  I recognized the famous News At Five
anchor the instant he walked into our store one afternoon.  He asked for
help picking out a computer.  I answered his questions and helped him
select a no-frills Pentium that could be expanded.  He began hanging
out at the store on Saturday mornings just to talk shop and drink
coffee.

"News" looks better in person than on TV.  He's 30-something, about 6 feet
tall, lanky, and ruggedly handsome with a smile that can melt an
iceberg.  His TV "work clothes" consists of business suits and expensive
ties during the week, but weekends are for jeans and tees.  I love his
jeans' snug fit, which shows off his tool basket nicely.

As we got acquainted over several Saturday sessions, I found myself
spending more and more time behind the counter to hide my erection.  At
first I had no idea whether News was straight, bi or gay.  I later
learned he was married.  But as we became friends, I sensed he was
sending signals my way -- the way he held eye contact seemingly forever,
the way he let his eyes drift over my body, and the way he touched me
while talking and making friendly, innocent gestures.

Over the ensuing months our friendship blossomed along with his computer
skills.  He began upgrading his system, buying nearly everything from
our store.  One day he asked if I could come over to his house and
install a 6-gig hard drive.  Normally, I would have gone through
channels and cleared it with the boss, but for my friend I always said
"sure."  After that, there was a steady progression of upgrades -- 56K
modem, more ram, larger monitor.

By this time, I was fairly certain News was interested in my 21-year-old
body.  I'm tall, lean, with dark hair and a swimmer's body.  My body
surges with constant sexual energy; I am so horny I could suck and fuck
several times a day 7 days a week and never get enough.  Unfortunately,
my sex drive far exceeds available partners.  I hoped News was a real
prospect.

The first service call was uneventful.  It took a few minutes to do the
work while we made small talk and I was on my way.

The next day I read in the paper about News' promotion to general
manager.  My friend was stepping up and leaving behind the 5 p.m. anchor
position that had made him famous.

Then it happened on my second service call to his home.  On the phone he
asked if I could be at his house at precisely 5 p.m. or before.  I arrived and got
on the floor and crawled under his desk to begin work.  Local news was
on News' HD TV.  News was sitting close enough to touch me with
his knee, which I felt him brush now and then against my butt.  It was
innocent enough: I figured he just wanted to sit close enough to watch
what I was doing.  When I sorted out the cables and sat down I couldn't
help but steal glances between his parted legs at his crotch.

I began swapping out a sound card.  Out of the corner of my eye I
noticed movement.  I looked up and caught him rubbing his crotch and an
enormous erection.  I reached up and felt of him through his trousers.
I took hold of his stiff shaft and jacked it up and down.  He moaned and
scooted forward on the chair.  I unzipped his pants and brought out his
cut cock -- at least 7" of thick hard beef.

The new black newscaster had a bass voice and prattled on about a
bank robbery.  The stereo speakers put him inside our heads.  News
urged me to get busy with his cock. Without a
word, I impaled my head on his studmeat, working my tongue beneath his
shaft as he pumped his meat in and out of my mouth urgently.  I gulped
him down, feeling his pubs tickle my nose.  He grabbed the back of my
head and set the pace.  He face-fucked my mouth-cunt deep and fast.  I
let him pound into my mouth-pussy as hard as he could even though it hurt
my throat.  Then I felt his head engorge even more.  It took only a few
moments before he was shooting volumes of cum while goring me.  I drank
him dry and licked him clean.

More times than not, when a guy shoots his wad he's through with me.
Not News.  He showed no eagerness to rush me out of the house.  Instead,
he cupped my face in his hands and we kissed deeply.  

"That new anchor is a former lover. Fuck him."

We then drank beer and spent a few minutes watching the weatherman, then News, the famous
broadcaster himself, sucked my cock when the new anchor reappeared.

That marked the beginning of our sexual relationship, but I still knew
little about his personal life.  I didn't ask; I figured he would tell
me what he wanted me to know, if anything.

But, every day like clockwork, I blow the News at 5.

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