NEED YOUR PHONE FIXED?" by Texas PhoneMan
THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY MALE EROTICA WHICH SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY PERSONS OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND NOT OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT
(c) Copyright 2003-2004--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com
Based on actual events of Thursday, December 11, 2003
I was walking down the easement, avoiding the overgrown foliage and the collapsing, unused drainpipe, recording pole addresses for a replacement cable. It was the easiest job I'd had in a long time and I wasn't about to rush through it.
Far too soon, I was recording the "end-of-the-line" pole. I had parked my truck there and then walked to the lead end so I could kill a little time when I backtracked and recorded the information.
I opened the side bin door and used it as a writing surface to complete the report making sure all my "i"s were dotted and my "t"s were crossed when a local resident approached. I was to busy with my report to even notice him.
"Good morning, Mr. Telephone Man!", he said cheerfully. I nearly jumped out of my skin. He quickly apologized, "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
"Well," I replied, "maybe you should mean to do it 'cause you're REALLY good at it."
He figured that I was kidding and extended his hand, "Felipe--but just call me Phil."
"David", I said as I shook his hand, "Nice meeting you, Phil."
"The same, David. You working on the phone cable again?" I knew he didn't mean me personally. The cable is old and deteriorating and every man on my crew has been up and down this easement several times.
"Yep, but that's about to end. I'm drawing up the request to have engineering replace this cable. It's getting too rotten to fix."
"I know. Every time it rains I get all kinds of static on my line. The last guy that was here put a box on the side of the house and said something about taking a phone and plugging it in."
"Yeah. He was telling you to use the network interface. That's standard procedure. Is there static on your phone now?"
"I'm not sure.", he said. "Do you want to take a look at it?"
I glanced at my watch. I was still doing okay, time-wise. "Sure. Just let me finish this up. Should only take a few seconds."
He continued to talk and ramble. I was working on the report and kept half-ass agreeing with him when I felt it was necessary. I finished the report and locked the truck. "Lead on.", I said.
It was at this point I took a good look at him. He was younger than me, late 30s early 40s, only about 5'6" and kind of stocky. Not "fat" by any stretch of the imagination. Just solid. Dark skin, hair and eyes--obviously of Latino descent. "Yeah.", I fantasized to myself. "Hot little Latino man. He'll do nicely."
He led me through the house to a bedroom. I followed as he went down the side of the bed to the telephone stand. He pulled the stand away to provide access to the jack. I smiled to myself as I realized I had him pinned in a corner. Only way out for him was to crawl over the bed and he didn't seem to be that "type".
The jack was on the baseboard so I got into my "normal" position--on my knees and bent down to remove the faceplate. Suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my neck and pulling his fingers through the hair that protruded from the back strap of my hard hat. That fantasy shattered when he said, "You had a spider in your hair."
"Terrific.", I said disappointed that there was a "legitimate" reason for him doing that. I tested the jack and found nothing wrong. I leaned back and sat on my heels and told him that there was nothing wrong right now.
"Hmmmm.", he said. "I don't know but there's this jack over here...." and he started to "escape" by side-stepping in front of me. Doing this put his crotch about 3 inches in front of my face. My mind started racing when I realized, he wasn't moving! He was intentionally standing there with his bulging crotch in my face.
WHAT'S A GAY TELEPHONE REPAIRMAN TO DO IN THIS SITUATION??
"Nice," I said as I reached up and placed my hand on the bulge and squeezed gently. Then, I leaned in and put my mouth on that growing bulge in his slacks, took a deep breath and blew hard through his slacks. This action warmed up the fabric and also his cock. I felt it throb as I gave this man a "blow job"--in every sense of the word! But the fun had just started.
I deftly reached up and opened the zipper in one smooth move. He unbuckled his belt and let his slacks fall to the floor. There before me was this pair of white briefs and jutting out from the leg was the nicest, thickest piece of uncut Latino cock I had seen in a long time. His cock was still growing in anticipation and the head was starting to peek out from under the foreskin. I swiped my hot, wet tongue across the exposed head of his cock--it throbbed and pulsed as he groaned loudly.
My hands were still cold from working outside and would be a definite "shock" if I touched his cock, balls or ass. I rubbed my palms on the denim of my bluejeans as he pulled the briefs down. His cock sprang out and the exposed, sensitive head brushed into my mustache. He jumped like he had stuck his finger in a light socket. I took his cock into my mouth and worked my way down only to be halted by the rim of my hard hat against his stomach. He felt the hat and reached down with both hands and lifted the hard hatand tossed it on the bedas I slid my mouth all the way down until my nose was in his dark, curly pubic hair.
As I slid my mouth back, I sucked gently pulling the foreskin back over the swollen head of his hard cock. I held his cock in my hand as I ran my tongue under his foreskin. He was moaning and starting to move. I focused on deepthroating his cock and had it all the way down. I contracted my throat muscles to massage the head. He then started thrusting. He was going to cum but I didn't want this to just be a "face fuck".
I wrapped my arms around his legs and held his throbbing cock deep in my throat...no matter how much he squirmed...his cock was NOT leaving the depths of my throat. He moaned again...and again. I heard him whisper, "I'm gonna cum!"
His cock swelled up...suddenly I couldn't breathe. That's okay--who needs to breathe at a time like this? I could feel his racing heartbeat in his cock. Since I wasn't letting him thrust, he bent over and wrapped his forearms around my head and hugged and groaning he began to blow his hot load down my throat. At the same time I shot my load inside the leg of my bluejeans. The movement and the denim against the cock did it with no help from my hand.
Things had quieted a bit. He stood up breathing heavily. I was breathing heavily too, but I did NOT want to let this beautiful cock out of my throat! I kept massaging his cock with my tongue and throat muscles trying as best I knew how to keep it hard...but you can't fool Mother Nature. I released his softening cock from the clutches of my throat.
He helped me to my feet and said, "I'm sorry. I have never done this sort of thing--but for some reason, you seemed so nice--no one was around--you weren't offended when I touched your hair--I just.... well..."
I smiled and said, "It's simple. Two adults, something clicks, no inhibitions, no last names, no commitment and, in five minutes we can do it again."
I watched his expression as what I had said began to sink in. He suddenly said, "Oh! No! No."
"Oh, well! You can't have everything!" I reached into my shirt pocket to retrieve a business card to give him when I noticed the big, wet spot on the leg of my jeans. "Hmmmm." I said. "Do you think if one of your neighbors sees this, they'll think something more than telephone work went on?"
He began to look a bit concerned--but I said, "It will be dry in no time and nobody is going to notice anyhow. I'm just giving you a hard time!". Then, I remembered, "Hey, by the way--what about that other jack you're having trouble with?"
"Oh, the telephones are working fine. I just have this 'thing' about working men in hard hats and boots and I couldn't let you get away without doing something."
"So you HAVE done this before?", I asked.
"Not exactly like this. You made it too easy. But you can tell from their initial reaction how far they will let you go, But I can honestly say that you are my first all-the-way!"
"I don't know whether to feel honored or insulted--but no time for that now. I really need to get back to work." I said, "Here's my card...if your phone acts up give me a call." I glanced down at his crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Tell you what, if ANYTHING acts up and needs my help, call me."
"Deal!"
Comments and criticisms are appreciated and welcomed (but please be gentle--I'm a phone repairman--not a writer!)
(c) Copyright 2003-2004--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com