02-"A Satisfied Customer" 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
Copyright 2003--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com
This erotic little encounter happened within the last year. Just a normal, difficult telephone repair. I worked for two hours on that damn line...the cable is so old, I had to go from pole to pole rebuilding the bad sections to call it "fixed".
After the job was done, I went to my customers door and knocked. This attractive man answered the door wearing a t-shirt and loose-fitting shorts. I didn't notice much, really. When I'm on a job, I'm focused on getting the work done and getting on to the next job and not the appearance of my customer. I explained that I had fixed the line but the cable was old and if he had any other trouble, to give me a call. I gave him my business card and returned to my truck to pick up my next job.
I was grumbling to myself that I was running behind because of this job and as I was finishing up the paperwork when I noticed the man was still standing on his front porch drinking a cup of coffee. It was a nice morning so I didn't think twice about it. I continued closing out the job and I glanced over at the man and noticed he was scratching his thigh....I did a double-take and realized that he wasn't scratching his thigh--he was rubbing his cock as it bulged noticeably through his shorts!
At that moment, my focus on work went out the window. I tried my best to be casual about the whole thing--but I made sure I wasn't misinterpreting anything. The way my dick suddenly started growing in my blue jeans, I felt that signals were being sent and received, loud and clear.
I needed to think of some reason to go back up to the house. I got out of my truck and put my hard hat and tool belt back on hoping I would think of something and glanced up at the porch and he was gone! Then I noticed the front door was ajar.
I tapped on the door and pushed it open. He was standing there--still fondling his dick through his shorts. I had to break the ice--so I said, "I guess you're not completely satisfied and the Company wants us to be sure that every customer is completely satisfied."
He smiled and took a step towards me and "reached out and touched" me (pardon the pun!). He felt my hard cock straining against the denim of my tight blue jeans and all he could say was, "Oh, wow!"
In one swift move, he opened my zipper, reached in and grabbed my hard cock, pulled it out (not without a struggle), dropped to his knees and swallowed it all the way to the pubes. The tools in my belt began to rattle as I began to face-fuck him. He was enjoying it, too, because he had opened his shorts and pulled out his nice, fat cock and was stroking it as he sucked mine to the hilt. We kept this up for quite a while until I felt his mouth probably needed a rest. He pulled off of my throbbing cock and started to stand--I helped him to his feet and said, "I think you've got a problem here."
With that I dropped to my knees and swallowed his swollen cock. He gasped, shuddered and said "Ohmigod" and almost immediately shot his load deeply into my throat. It was obvious he wasn't expecting any reciprocation from me and couldn't hold it when it happened. I held his pulsing cock deep in my throat until I was sure he was dry.
I stood up and wiped my mouth on my shirt sleeve and asked if he was now a "satisfied customer". He said, "Yeah, a satisfied customer with weak knees, now!"
"Good--then my job here is done! Give me a call if you need anything."
I forced my still throbbing cock into my jeans (I hadn't cum) and walked out to my truck trying to conceal this tremendous bulge in my jeans. I finished closing out the job and moved on to my next one...but I can say truthfully that I had a hard on all day and a smile as big as my hard on!
NOW do you need your phone fixed?
PostScript: He did call me about a week later and I returned his call. He said he'd like to get together again and I agreed. He must have lost interest, because that's the last I ever heard from him.
Copyright 2003--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com