THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY MALE EROTICA WHICH SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY PERSONS OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND NOT OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT
05 Twilight Zone Mechanic by Texas PhoneMan Copyright 2005-2006--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com
Based on an actual events in early 2005
I hit the "dispatch" button on my laptop touch screen and knew I was going to get a piece of crap. How did I know? Simple! It was to be my last job Friday afternoon going into a week of well-earned vacation. Could be nothing else except a piece of crap. Anything to delay the start of my vacation.
It was nearly dark when I pulled into the parking lot, secured my truck grabbed my toolbelt and hard hat, took a deep breath and walked into the office. I was greeted by a young Latino man with dark hair and sparkling brown eyes reading a magazine under a desk light with, "You got my phone fixed?"
"Whaddya mean 'fixed', I just got here!" I replied trying my best to be in a half-way cordial mood. "I need to get to the demarc--where all of the telephone lines come into the building."
"Sure thing!" he said jumping to his feet and heading towards the shop door.
"I'm Josee--you can call me 'Joe'.
"David. Nice meeting you, Joe".
I followed him as he explained the troubles he's been having. "The last guy that was here could not find where the static was and switched my fax line with my telephone line and said he'd be back the next day and he never showed up My telephone is fine but my fax doesn't work. Anyhow, the phone lines come in up there." he said pointing to an open space above the office. I glanced around--no stairs. Just my luck.
"I need to get my ladder off my truck unless I expect to sprout wings and fly up there. Be right back."
"Cool, man. Just let me know if you need anything."
"What I need is someone else to do this job instead of me."
"Can't help you on that one." Joe said with a smile and a wink.
I got the ladder from the carrier on the truck and headed for the office. I walked in carrying my ladder and noticed that Joe had turned out the desk light which made it fairly dark in the office but I could see him sitting at the desk.
I set up my ladder and climbed up into the dusty space above the office. I found the terminal where the lines came in to the building and listened to the line. The static was almost unbearable. I grabbed hold of the wires that led to the jacks in the building and yanked them from the terminal. The static was gone! All of the trouble is inside the shop.
I pulled the trouble ticket from my pocket and had another surprise. No inside maintenance agreement. All I could do (or was supposed to do) is say, "The trouble is with the inside wiring or equipment. There'll be a $30 dollar charge on your bill. See you later" and dance off into the sunset.
As I had done several times before, I took a deep breath and walked into the office. Joe was sitting at the desk tapping a pencil and said, "What did you find out, amigo?"
"Well I've got good news and I've got bad news. The good news is the line is working great to the terminal up there" I said, pointing to the ceiling.
"The bad news is the trouble is with the inside wire."
Joe got this annoyed look on his face. "Aw, no, man! About 3 months ago they said it was the wire and we replaced it. It's the blue wire that comes down here to this jack." he said pointing to a jack that was dangling by the desk.
"I tell you what--Let me take a look at the jack. The least I can do is see if the trouble is with your fax machine or the wire. But I'm not supposed to do this without charging you--so if you tell anyone I did this--I WILL have to come back and hurt you."
"No problem, amigo." he said as he turned his desk chair to let me by.
The room was still fairly dark except for the street lights and car headlights from the freeway. I kneeled down beside the desk and pulled the mounting cord from the jack. "Hey something didn't feel right. Could you turn on a light so I can see this for a sec?"
"Sure." Joe said as he moved a goose-neck light over where I was and clicked it on. I looked into the jack as Joe looked over my shoulder. "Oh, man.... what's that green and black shit in there?"
I smiled. "It's called corrosion. Somehow at some time in the past this jack got wet. Copper plus water plus voltage from the telephone line equals corrosion. Eighth grade science class. This is your trouble right here. You replaced the line but I think you needed to replace the jack as well."
Joe sat back in the chair which put me between his legs within touching distance of his crotch. "You mean it's just that jack that's making all of the static on the line?"
"I'd be willing to bet on it. And look at this--the corrosion has spread to the pins on the cord. To be on the safe side--I'd replace the mounting cord as well."
"I think I can handle that!" said Joe.
"I tell you what. I've got an old connecting block on my truck that I was going to throw out but it's definitely better than this one. How about if I replace this corroded jack with that one? That should buy you a little time."
"And I'm sure I've got another cord in the back room someplace. I'll see if I can find it."
Joe and I both stood up at the same time. "Now I'm REALLY not supposed to be doing this so now if you tell anyone, I WILL have to come back and kill you." I said as I winked and poked him with my elbow and headed towards the door.
"Just between you and me." he said as he took off in the opposite direction.
I dug the block out of the trash and went back into the office. Joe was back at the desk examining another mounting cord. I returned to my kneeling position between his legs and quickly mounted the new jack to the block. I connected the new mounting cord.
"Try it now." I said (knowing the static would be gone).
"Wow, man. No static at all! You're the man!" he exclaimed.
"If you say so." I said with a grin as I began to collect my tools. He then reached into his pocket and produced a twenty dollar bill and tried to give it to me. "Take this, man. You deserve it."
"Thanks but I can't take it. I'm bound by a Code of Business Conduct that prohibits me from taking any kind of monetary gratuities from a customer."
"Huh?"
I smiled and rephrased it in 'vanilla English'. "The company pays me. I can't accept money from a customer. But thanks anyhow."
Joe said, "Aw man, that's not right! You deserve it for everything you did.
What do you want for this? You name it."
I was not going to pass up an opportunity like that, so I lowered my voice and said, "You know, Joe, you'd better be careful who you make that offer to or someday you might say it to a gay telephone repairman who might want something that you weren't thinking of."
I continued to collect my tools and I could almost hear his mind working to comprehend what I had just said. Then he looked right at me. "Like what?"
"Oh, something like, 'Payment will be one blowjob to be administered to the customer by the technician on-site.'"
Joe froze in his tracks, then closed his eyes and shook his head briefly as if his brain were telling him, "No no no no he couldn't have said that!" but nothing came out of his mouth, so I continued;
"Hell. What can I say? I like to suck cock." I then added a bit of humor to make sure the ice was completely broken. "I've been told I'm pretty good at it--but I've never been able to bend over far enough to see." I then threw him what might be described as 'an evil grin.'
"You'd REALLY give me some head, amigo?"
"In a heartbeat." I replied. Before I knew what was happening, he leaned over and clicked off the light. He stood up and I heard the long 'zzzzzz' of him opening the zipper on his coveralls. I saw him fumble with the belt buckle of his jeans as he opened them up and unzipped his fly. To my surprise, his cock sprang out already as hard as a rock."
He took a step toward me and I opened my mouth and let him slide is hard cock down my throat. The brim of my hard hat prevented him from getting it all the way in so as he was pulling back, I tightened my lips to pull the foreskin back over the head and, at the same time, deftly removed my hard hat and placed it on the floor. He again slid his cock down my throat. I tightened my lips enough to pull back the foreskin. Before it was all the way in, he paused. I think he was at the point where a woman giving him head would start to gag--but not me! I firmly grabbed his thighs and pull him closer as I opened my throat. This time I wrapped my throat muscles around the sensitive head of his cock. He let out a low moan and trembled slightly as he felt the electrifying sensation of my tongue pressing his cock against the roof of my mouth then he repeated the plunge--all the way. My nose was buried in his pubes as he continued to push his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.
Either Joe wasn't 'getting any' at home and was too horny for words or I suck cock better than I think because it wasn't long before I felt the familiar swell of a cock ready to explode deep in my throat. "Oh, man I'm gonna cum." He tried to pull back like he was going to finish the job with his hand and shoot on the floor--hell you can do that at a bookstore. I showed no signs of pulling away while he shot. "Man I'm gonna cum! Do you want it in your mouth???" Even in his heightened state of ecstasy I could tell in his voice he wasn't believing that I was going to let him blow his load in my mouth.
I responded with a low, "Mmmmmmm HMMMmmmmm." The next thing I heard was him saying something in Spanish. Since I don't understand Spanish--I used my own translation: "Yeah Man. Suck my big Latin cock. You like sucking that uncut Mexican cock, don't you?" Then, one last plunge and (finally) he touched me (or grabbed me is more like it!). He held my head firmly in both hands as he expertly worked his cock in a small circle deep in my throat. I felt him shoot the first spurt and I realized I couldn't taste anything because he was shooting beyond my tongue--but I could feel the heat from his cum as it drizzled down my throat. He held his cock deep in my throat and completely stopped moving. I could feel his pulse through his cock and I felt each shot of his load as it as it raced through his cock and into my waiting throat.
He released my head--but I wasn't ready to part with his cock yet. I started again with my throat on the head of his cock. His whole body jerked in an "orgasmic aftershock", so I just let his cock stay in my throat as it slowly began to lose some of it's hardness. I slowly pulled away from him and I made sure that all spit and cum were "squeegeed" off of his cock by my lips.
I had intentionally ignored my own cock--even though it was hard as a rock and throbbing down my leg--but I didn't want "spook" him into thinking that he might have to return the favor.
Joe had begun to put himself back together and he said, "Man--they're right.
You ARE good!"
I smiled and said, "Thank you. I'll take that as a very high compliment."
"No, thank YOU! I got my phone fixed and terrific blowjob at the same time!
Any time you want to stop by, well, the guys leave at 4:30 and I usually hang around until 5:00 or 5:30."
"I'll do that," I said as I finished pulling myself back together and headed towards the door. "And thank you. This made completing this nasty job worth all of the trouble."
Joe led me to the door and opened it. "You have a good vacation, amigo, okay?"
"I know I will now because it has started out really great!"
EPILOGUE:
I did stop by the transmission shop a couple of times in the weeks that followed. It was never too long before Josee and I were reenacting that first time.
Then a storm rolled through the city and the workload accumulated. For about 4 months I was busy from dawn 'til dusk repairing telephones. Finally a couple of weeks ago, I had a chance to swing by the shop to "check the phone" and maybe.... well... nevermind!
I pulled up to the shop and saw the lot was completely empty of vehicles and the gates were closed and locked. I thought maybe they had gone out of business so I checked the status of the shops' telephone number. It was still a working number.
I got back into my truck thinking that it had been a lot of fun but guessed that all good things must come to an end when a strange man walked up to my truck.
"Telephone problems around here?" he asked.
"No--it's just the transmission shop here has had lots of trouble in the past and I just wanted to check and make sure that everything was still working okay."
"Well, I don't know about that." he said, "But I do know that there hasn't been a business here in the last couple of years."
(The camera zooms in to the puzzled expression on Texas_PhoneMan's face and "The Twilight Zone" theme plays. BLACKOUT.)
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