THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY MALE EROTICA WHICH SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY PERSONS OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND NOT OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT
04Christmas '69 by Texas PhoneMan Copyright 2003--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com
Christmas was approaching and while everyone else was out shopping, decorating, cooking, cleaning.....whatever, guess who was swinging from a telephone cable? You guessed it. A basic winter day in southeast Texas. The day had been cloudy, gray and drizzly. Enough of the drizzle turned to rain that I was forced to wear my rain gear which consistsof a canary yellow jacket and bibbed pants. All decked out for rain I looked like Tweety Bird on steroids.
It was late in the afternoon when I knocked on the door of my next job. An attractive Italian-looking man in his late 20s early 30s answered the door wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and holding the dog back with one hand and a Christmas tree ornament on a hook with the other. I explained I was there to fix the phone and was fairly certain where the trouble is. I told him I'd have him back in service as quickly as possible.
"No problem." he replied. "I'm just decorating the tree."
I worked about 2 hours getting his phone back in service. I finished as it was starting to get dark and knocked on my customer's door. The same, nice-looking man appeared, but this time wearing nothing but a robe. I kept my eyes above neck level but not before I had noticed a nice amount of man-fuzz. I told him his telephone was working now. "Yeah, I know. Thanks. But the only problem is that my second line is now dead." he said. (Telephone repairmen LOVE to hear things like that........NOT!)
I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It had better be April 1st or at least you think it's April 1st because I want to hear you say 'April Fool!'"
"Sorry. But it's really dead. I don't mean to be so much trouble."
I smiled--even though my thoughts were not the most pleasant. "It's no trouble--I know where the problem is but I don't know if I can get it repaired before dark. You know, when it gets dark, it's awfully hard to tell a blue wire from a green one. And if this rain picks up any more, I won't be able to open the cable without knocking several customers out of service. Tell you what, if it's okay with you, I'll try to find and fix the trouble tonight--but if not, I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me!" he replied with a smile. "And I'll even have the coffee ready!"
"You do that." I said as I headed for the truck.
I was unable to fix the trouble before dark and the night was over far too quickly. The next morning, I tested his line again and the test came back okay. I drove over to his house and knocked on the door. There was no answer. "What the hell?" I thought.
Before I could turn around he pulled into the drive. "I'm sorry. I spent too much time at the gym. You haven't been here long have you?"
"Just got here." I said.
"Terrific. Come on in." he said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Oh, you got the line fixed! There's a message waiting!"
I told him everything was testing okay and I really hadn't done anything to "fix" the line--but as long as it's working we'd call it square.
He moved up to where I was by the door. "Well, I'm glad it was nothing major--but I do miss your little yellow suit."
"Only wear that when it rains and the sun's shining today."
"That's okay....Can't really see any shape through it anyhow".
I glanced down...I had on a pair of well-worn, tight black jeans that definitely left very little to the imagination. "Uh, yeah...but they've got to be baggy to fit over the boots and the toolbelt and all."
He slipped right up in front of me and said, "That's okay because I REALLY like what I can see, now." And with that he reached out and ran his fingers across the outline of my cock in my jeans.
My cock, (NEVER to miss an opportunity to "rise to the occasion") immediately began growing...and the only place it could grow is right down the nearly skin-tight denim on my thigh.
He looked at me and smiled, "Can I see it?"
I thought about it...this is near-blasphemy in the eyes of the phone company. I'm less than 2 years from retirement, the boss has begun pulling on-job-spot-checks on the technicians randomly, other technicians may be in the neighborhood and have a question or stop to help...it's really strange how many thoughts can flash through your brain.
"Sure. Be my guest.", I said.
He dropped to his knees and had my fly open in a heartbeat. His hand was like ice as it fumbled its way through my open zipper--then came the battle of the briefs. ("Do I pull it out of the fly or over the waistband?"). He pulled out my rapidly-hardening cock through the fly and said, "Oh, man...nice!"
With that he swallowed my cock in one gulp and began bobbing his head up and down. This sent shockwaves up and down my spine. He then pulled out a nice 7" piece of hard, thick, uncut cock and began stroking it while sucking on me. I released the clasp of my tool belt and it crashed to the floor.
Then we began what could have been called a "modern ballet".... I began to lower myself to the floor while he was sucking and he didn't miss a slurp except when he pulled the briefs and jeans down to my knees. We continued to reposition ourselves until I was on my back and he was on his hands and knees over me with his throbbing cock in front of me. I swallowed it to the hilt. He let out a loud, long moan as his hips involuntarily thrust forward and rammed his cock even deeper into my throat.
He was deep-throating my cock and I his...but I had to come up for air. I let his cock slip from my mouth and it slapped down on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw this pair of round, firm, beautiful ass cheeks above me and I could still smell the lingering scent of soap from his shower at the gym. This was becoming too much for me and it was then that I decided to throw caution to the wind.
I lifted my head and spread his ass cheeks with my hands and in one, long, hot swipe, I ran my tongue from the base of his balls right up and then into his tightly-puckered asshole. He collapsed on my chest (which drove my cock all the way down his throat) and let out a long, deep moan. The vibrations in his throat from the moaning was like a thousand tiny feathers tickling the head of my swollen cock all at the same time.
I continued to probe his ass with my tongue and as he continued to massage my cock with his throat muscles, he wrapped his arms around my torso and hugged almost as if to say, "I hope you're having as good of a time as I am!" I kneaded his ass cheeks back in reply.
On my chest, I could feel his cock starting to swell and pulse... he could tell the same thing about me and once again begain some serious sucking. I moved my head back down and finally managed to get his cock back down my throat as he began to quiver and twitch. This sent me over the edge and we began to wrap our legs around each others heads--the "classic" '69' position!
We were both laying there on the floor bucking as much as we could to fuck each others mouth. My cock could take no more and I groaned loudly as he bobbed a couple more times and I began to shoot and then pushed down on my cock so the last shots would be deep in his throat. As if I wasn't at a high-enough point in the orgasm, he began to shoot his load down my throat. He bucked, trembled, quivered and fucked more and more as he blew load after load of hot cum in my mouth and down my throat.
We stopped moving, but still had each other's cock deep in our throats. As we started relaxing our "grip" on each other, the "aftershocks" started--when the slightest touch will make you twitch. One aftershock led to another to another to another until we finally just had to break the hold....
He rolled over and got up to his knees. I was still laying flat on my back doing some serious heavy breathing.
"I don't believe it." I panted. "You have done something that not many customers can....you have actually worn out a telephone repairman and it's not even 8:30 in the morning!"
He winked and said, "Why did you think I told you I'd have the coffee ready?"
Copyright 2003--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com