Russian Athlete Roger

Roger is a young guy with a big cock that I met while arranging to have some work done at one of my rental properties. The tenants had left a huge mess and I needed someone to clean up and paint. Roger is a Russian immigrant to the U.S. and arrived here on a sports visa for a local college. He came highly recommended by a friend and he arrived ready to work dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a paint stained t-shirt. The instant I saw Roger I just knew I had to get him on nightvision.

He’s a good looking guy with an uncut cock , a friendly smile and sexy accent. I told him what I needed done to the place and he readily agreed. Price agreed on, I headed off to plan my nightvision conquest of Roger and his big cock. Okay I’m ahead of myself, but damn, you have to see Roger’s impressively big and uncut cock to believe it. Anyway, I came back that afternoon with lunch for us both. You can always get a handyman to chat with you if you bring free food, and Roger was no exception. We chatted about women, dating, sports and the state of the economy.

I found out Roger used to work at a brokerage as an assistant, but when the economy tanked he lost his job due to downsizing. He went into business for himself doing property cleanups and painting. During the chat I figured out how to get Roger’s big cock on film. I invited him to another of my properties to hang out after work by telling Roger I needed an estimate on some work.

Roger arrived at my second property–another rental–right at six that evening. I showed him around the place, got an estimate on the work I wanted done, and then we headed to my apartment in the building where I introduced him to my big TV along with a case of beer and a pile of nachos and chicken wings. We talked, watched a couple of action movies, drank and ate until it got pretty late. I’d already gotten a good idea of what lay under his shorts and couldn’t wait to get it on film. I did everything I could to convince Roger to stay, but he said he couldn’t and headed out the door, only to return a few minutes later with the news he had a flat and no spare.

Perfect, I’d get my chance to get Roger on film after all. I showed him to the guest room and told him I’d take him to get his tire fixed in the morning. Grateful for the offer, he went to bed while I waited with building anticipation. The excitement that runs wild through me made passing the time for my chance to film Roger one of the longest waits of my life. The clock ticked close to three and I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed my gear and slipped into the room silent as a ghost. I film his sleeping face, run the camera over his body as if I’m caressing him. His toes are peeking out at the foot of the bed and I can’t resist.

I move in, touch and realize I can see up his long hairy legs to his crotch. I lifted the covers to get a better view and slide my hand under along his legs to touch his balls. Roger keeps sleeping, unaware of me filming him, me touching him. I move on to the head of the bed. Roger doesn’t awaken and I touch his hands which are hanging over the side of the bed. He’s lean, slender but a lot stronger than he appears–believe me. Roger picked up two five gallon cans of paint as if they were bags of groceries.

I lift the covers and thumb his nipple, step back to make sure he’s still sleeping before I roll the covers off, touch his nipple, run my hand down his chest. He’s in a pair of undershorts and when I try to move them aside Roger awakens, sits up, looks around blearily and then rolls over and goes back to sleep. I go back later, and he’s face down on the bed. Damn, he’s sure not making this easy, but what in life that’s worth doing is ever easy?

Unable to get at the prize, I get creative with a pair of scissors and expose Roger’s perfect ass. I guess he got cold because he pulled the covers over himself. But I won’t be thwarted! And I finally get what I really want, Roger naked, his uncut dick in my hand and my mouth.