THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY MALE EROTICA WHICH SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY PERSONS OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND NOT OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT
06 The Bulge in the Briefs by Texas PhoneMan Copyright 2006-2007--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com
The broken telephone wire stuck up like a minature erection. "This is gonna be a good day," I thought to myself. "and to top it off, it's Friday!" First job of the day and I had found the trouble in less than 15 minutes. I spliced the broken wire, closed up the cable and descended the pole. After removing my gaffs and bodybelt and stowing them in the truck, I walked up to my customers' house and knocked on the door. I was definitely not ready for what greeted me. The door opened and there stood a nice-looking man wearing nothing but a pair of bulging briefs.
"Good morning! Telephone company repair. You've been having phone problems, is that right?" I said as I tried desperately to keep my eyes above the neck.
"Yeah. I don't know what the trouble is but it suddenly went dead the other day." he replied.
"I'm sorry," I said apologetically, "I didn't mean to wake you--but someone has to be first and today you're it."
"Oh, no. I've been awake for a couple of hours. I just haven't bothered getting dressed yet."
"No problem. I've already found the trouble and I'm going to reconnect everything here at the interface and you should be back in business. Soon as I'm finished I'll check with you to make sure everything works inside." I said as I took a step backwards.
"Sounds good to me. Just knock when you're ready." he said as he closed the door. I stood there with my mouth open not believing what had just happened. Then I wanted to kick myself for not saying something that would keep the conversation going. But since my "gaydar" had not sensed anything, I heaved a sigh and began to reconnect the wires.
I finished up and closed the interface and knocked on the door. I knew by this time he would probably be at least partially dressed so my "eye candy" would be no more. Imagine my surprise when he answered the door a second time still wearing nothing but those bulging briefs.
"Your phone should be up and working now if you want to check it out." I said.
"Sure thing. Come on in." he said as he started towards the telephone. I followed him in and pushed the door shut behind me.
He picked up the phone receiver and held it to his ear. "It works! See for yourself." and with that he handed me the telephone. Sure enough the dial tone was there... but so was an incredible amount of static.
"This is not good." I said. "I'm hearing static now that I didn't hear outside. There may be another problem with the wiring inside the house."
"That wouldn't surprise me. The wiring in this house is probably as old as the house itself."
I glanced at the repair ticket. "You have the inside maintenance agreement so I guess I need to find out what and where the problem is. How many jacks do you have for this line?"
"Just the one." he replied. "I use a cordless phone so I really don't need more than one. But the wire from that jack comes around here", he said as he pointed around the baseboard of the room, "and it comes out over here and goes through the wall." I got on my knees near the wire and examined it. It didn't appear to be the same wire that fed the jack--but I didn't want to say anything until I was sure.
Still on my knees, I looked up at him. He was standing beside me which put the bulging briefs just about at eye level which made it even harder to keep my eyes above the neck. "My guess is something is wrong with the wire under the house. Maybe it has gotten wet at some time and is beginning to corrode. That would definitely cause static on the line so I guess I get to crawl under the house to find out what the problem is. Man, you really want me to work today, don't you?" I said with a smile as I stood up.
"You don't have to worry about it today. I know you have other jobs to do."
"That's okay. If I don't fix it now I'm not sure when I'd be able to come back and take care of it."
"Okay--you're the boss. What's your name?"
"I'm David." I replied.
"I'm Ed. Nice meeting you, David" he said as he extended his hand. This was one of those times when I wished I could follow through with the old "telephone company" advertising slogan "reach out and touch"--but I restrained myself.
I shook his hand and got down to business--the telephone kind. After much searching under the house and not finding the trouble spot, I decided it would just be best to completely replace the wire. I was in and out and under the house several times over the next hour pulling a new wire under the house to feed the jack. Each time I went inside he was still in his briefs and I took every opportunity to look at the bulge in his briefs and fantasize what was inside.
Finally the wire was replaced and mounted and all that was left was to reconnect the new wire to the jack. I kneeled down and began the final step of the repair. I glanced over at Ed and saw that he had picked up a pair of slacks and was beginning to put them on. "You don't have to get dressed on my account. Besides, I like looking at bulging briefs."
"Oh?" he responded with a half way quizzical look. "Well, the neighbors sometimes come over and walk in and I'd better keep this big thing covered."
I felt the stirrings of a growing hard on in my bluejeans with that "big" comment and I threw caution to the wind. "I like sucking dick too but we won't talk about that right now."
The statement seemed to bounce right off of Ed. He finished putting on his slacks and said, "Well, I like women. Seems like I always have women around. I've got this 18-year-old chick that really digs this big cock of mine." I made a mental note that was the second time he had used the word "big" to describe his cock.
"That's cool." I said. "But I haven't found any chick who sucks cock nearly as well as a man can." My "gaydar" remained silent as I finished rewiring the jack and tested the line and the static was gone. As I was collecting my tools I noticed Ed reach for his wallet. I thought he was going to offer me some cash for fixing the phone (as so many customers do) but he handed me a small stack of pictures. There was a picture of a woman with the head of an enormous, hard cock in her mouth. The other pictures were basically the same. "Wow. Nice." Then I asked, "Is that your cock?"
With a snappy answer to my stupid question, he replied, "Why would I carry around a picture of some other guy's cock?"
"True!", I said as I flipped through the pictures. "Whew! I'd sure like to feel something like that throbbing deep in my throat sometime." Then I handed the stack of pictures back to him and checked to be sure I had gathered all of my tools.
There was a brief pause. Ed lowered his voice and said, "Lock the door."
In what seemed to be one giant step, I was at the door, pushed it completely shut and turned the lock. When I returned he was taking off his slacks and we were back to the bulging briefs. I almost felt I had "goo-goo eyes" as he slid his briefs down exposing the source of the bulging briefs. I released the clasp of my tool belt and lowered it to the floor as Ed sat down in an overstuffed chair. I was surprised when I started to remove my hard hat and he asked me to leave it on. I was more than happy to oblige. He spread his legs and I kneeled down between them. He leaned back in the chair and I assumed that he would enjoy the blowjob more if he couldn't see that the source was male (as is the case with most str8 guys).
His cock was thick and long even when it was soft. He groaned and his cock jumped when I licked the tip of the head that peeked out from under his foreskin. I slowly engulfed his entire cock in my mouth and pulled back the foreskin as I did. When my nose was nestled in his pubes, I began sucking and massaging his cock with my throat and tongue. Ed groaned again and I felt his cock start to grow.... and grow.... and grow. I pulled back from his cock (maintaining the suction as I did) and plunged it down deep then repeated the motion. He began to squirm and then took hold my my head and stood up. I never missed a beat. He asked me a question that I didn't quite catch--but I did hear the word "shoot". Given the situation and circumstances--I felt the the best response would be an affirmative so I managed to "hum" a "uh huh" while letting the vibrations in my throat tickle the head of his now very hard, very thick cock.
He reached over and got something. I looked up in mid-suck and saw that he had picked up a small, digital video camera. Suddenly it was clear that he had asked if he could shoot a video and I had agreed. I almost had a panic attack but maintained my "professionalism" (I am NOT a "practicing" homosexual--I don't need the practice!) There were butterflies in my stomach as I realized that this was a customer encounter that was being documented, but I thought "too late now" and kept right on sucking his now beer-can-thick cock.
I tried to keep the edge of my hard hat at an angle that would block most of my face but leave his cock plus my lips and nose exposed. He began making groaning and moaning noises and I assumed there was audio to go along with the video. Then he asked, "You like sucking that big, hard cock, do you?"
I grabbed the base of his cock and pulled my mouth off and growled, "You betcha!" and plunged back down onto his cock with renewed vigor. He held the camera in one hand and placed the other on the back of my neck and began to move towards the bed. The camera was rolling and I stayed right on his cock and smoothly moved on my knees with him to the bed. I heard a "click" as he paused the camera and said,
"I want to cum on my stomach to catch it it on the video." and with that, he laid back on the bed.
"Not a problem. Just let me know when." I said as I shifted around to the foot of the bed between his hairy and muscular legs.
With another "click", the camera was rolling again. I thought, "Whatthehell. Might as well make this a GOOD video..." and lifted his legs by the knees exposing his egg-sized balls. I made a nose dive and began licking and sucking each one--then both together. This time he was squirming with pleasure and the camera was rolling. His hard cock was twitching and jumping as my tongue and mustache tickled his nutsack. I then refocused on his cock. It was throbbing even more as I got into a rhythm of sucking it down to the pubes and back to the head. I repeated this again and again until his cock began to swell.
"Oh, man! I'm gonna shoot!" so, true to my word, I pulled my lips off the head of his cock and it audibly smacked his stomach. I started running my tongue up and down the underside of his cock and let my mustache do a bit more tickling in the process. He began squirming even more and his hard cock started jumping and dancing. "Oh! Mmmmmmmm! Jeeeeezzzzzz...." and his cock exploded with several large shots of hot cockjuice. They landed on his hairy stomach.... right in the sight-line of the camera. I continued to lick the shaft of his pulsing cock as the "aftershocks" subsided.
I thought to myself, "Okay.... now the video needs a conclusion." and, with that, I shifted my hard hat back to expose my face and ran my tongue back up the length of the shaft and off the head In one move licked three of the biggest puddles of cum off his stomach. I then looked up right into the camera lens and said,
"I hope you enjoyed that half as much as I did."
He let out a loud, low sigh and said, "Oh, yeah!" as he shut the camera off.
Suddenly my brain shifted back to the "real world" of telephone repair. By now I had spent far too much time on this job and the boss was going to wonder what was taking me so long. (If he only knew!)
I pulled myself together, grabbed my toolbelt and the rest of my gear and started toward the door.
"Okay. Well, your phone is working fine now. Any other problems just give us a call."
"I'll do that." he said.
Then I added, "And, thanks. Thanks a lot! That was very nice and totally unexpected. Just don't let your girlfriend see the video because I don't think she'd understand."
He smiled and gave me a wink as I walked out the door. It wasn't until I was still in a half-daze at my next job that I realized I had not left my card with him and he had no way to contact me if his phone or his "equipment" needed more attention.
Sometimes telephone repairmen is so stupid!
END
Postscript to Readers: I'm still expecting to see at least a clip of the video on the internet someday, someplace. If anyone stumbles on a clip similar to the story above--I'd like to hear about it--it's not every day I'm the star of a pornographic movie!
Copyright 2006-2007--may be used with permission of author texas_phoneman@hotmail.com