Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 13:45:55 -0800 (PST)
From: TJ <nsa_top@yahoo.com>
Subject: Community Service

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The cold weather shrinks my nuts! Why didn't I move south when I had the
chance?! I was jumping out of the shower feeling the blast of cold air on
my wet skin - and into some warm cold weather undies when the phone rang.
The display was my only office staffer.  I push the answer button and then
the speaker button to say "hello"...?

Hey there, it's Rianne, I'm not going to come in, my son Kev is puking and
his dad can't stay with him today.  Ok, Hon?

I was toweling my hair and hoping that she'd say she'd come in later, so I
just listen.  "Are you there, hon?" she asked - in a - I know you heard me
- tone of voice.

"Yeah, I'm just getting out of the shower and getting dressed.  Ok, sorry
to hear he's sick, don't come in if you're bringing the flu with you!" I
demanded "anything cooking at the office that I should be dealing with
today?"


She choked a puff of her cigarette out when she answered "yeah, we've got a
guy coming in to work his community service hours off.  I usually put them
to work on the restrooms and hallways and kick 'em free around noon.
That's about all you're gonna get from those guys.  That's it - really
easy.  Just make a note when they arrive and when you sent them free."

"yeah, right!  I will!  talk to you soon." and the line was dead.

Living close to the office allows me to get there before my hair drys
practically.  Since I'm contract I can come in denims and polos, or parkas
depending on the weather.  I had barely gotten my coat up on the hook and
the lights were not yet all warmed up and bright when a beep of the motion
sensor signaled that there was someone approaching my corridor.  I just
kept moving and turning all the morning stuff on - the powering up of the
computers, copier, radio - it was all humming when the voice said. "good
morning, I'm here to see Rianne.  Is she in yet?  I'm Bruce."

I glanced over my shoulder toward the voice at the doorway.  "hey, good
morning, give me a second.  I'll be right with you."

Bruce said a bit more quietly "yeah, sure, take your time - thanks."

As I sat down Bruce helped himself to a cup of water from the cooler and
stood with his back to me.  He was a good 6'4" tall and wrapped up in a
black down vest, black denims, black running shoes, and black tee-shirt -
all well worn but not dirty.

Hm - this stud is about 40, goatee and nice hair - He had a longer than
usual mustache and goatee - say just a little less than an inch and it had
a strong color to it.  He swallowed the cup of water and turned with a
smile and walked in.  Inviting grin, I thought.

"So, you are here to see Rianne?  Her kid has the flu and won't be in
today.  How can I help you?"  I like to make them explain why they are here
and if they'll tell me what they did to get community hours.

"oh, man, I hope I can put some hours in today.  She said that she was the
only one that handled that."  worry filled his face and eyes as he tried to
see if I was going to be able to help him.

"Oh, are you telling me you are here to do community hours?"

"Yeah" he said "I've got paperwork here" and he dug the folded sheets out
of the vest.

I took the papers, pulled the file book and began filling them out.

"Yeah you can work today.  How long can you work today?"

"I'm yours for all day if you want me." He said and the smile with all
those teeth came back.

"Really?" I glanced between the writing and the face, "All day, eh" "Let me
see what we can get you busy with." "What brings you here today?"

His eyes rolled around the room as if he was watching a gnat fly around and
he plugged the silence with a long drawn out sound "uhhhhhhh well,
hmmmmmmm,"

I finished the form and handed his doc's back to him and just looked at
him.  Was he blushing?

"what?" I asked.  "can't be too serious, you just got fine and community
work."

"No, it wasn't serious, but just a bit uh - unusual -- I guess it doesn't
matter - I can tell you..between us guys..."

He trailed off and his eyes began to wonder again. They landed on the
pictures behind me - since I was sitting at Rianne desk, the kids, and her
and stuff on the bulliten board caught his attention.

"I was driving along, and my girlfriend was, well, she had her hand in my
pants. And well she was giving me a hand job as we drove and, uh, she got
me really going and the more she, well, massaged me, the faster I went and
when she, uh, pulled it out, uhm, well it made me jump a bit and so I
swerved a bit and it was happening fast and I was not paying attention to
my rear view mirror and there was a patrol car right behind me!  Well he
didn't stop me until she had, well, gone down on me."

Now I'm watched this big guy tell me this story and not once has he
actually looked at me to see if I was looking at him or anything - but I
was seeing the impact of his story on his denims.  What was pretty well
defined before was not impressively packed and obviously making him squirm
under the pressure.

"So it must have been pretty startling to see the lights and hear the siren
when you're about to pop a load, eh?"

The guy was ridged and only his eyes moved to acknowledge me and he sighed
out a "yeah, it was - very startling! since I shot it just about the same
time the came on!  I just about drove off the road!"



I began to chuckle in a deep nasty way to acknowledge the predicament -
then he began to laugh as well.  One of those knowing shared laughs.  His
eyes now averted but his posture was stiff along with the package.

"As much as I'd like to sit here and jerk off stories with ya all morning,
I've got to get you moving and get busy myself.  Let me show you to the
work area."  ah the mighty buzz kill struck and he scooted his chair back
and exited the office.  I watched him exit and he managed to adjust his
cock and balls before he turned around.  He caught me examining him and we
both laughed knowingly.  As I lead the way down the hall I said glancing
back toward him and down to his prominent cock - "I'll bet you get hard
every time you think of that ticket, huh!?"  "yeah" was all he said.  and
we walked to the janitor closet, opened it and stepped inside in silence.

I quickly got busy with the details for the day.  The 8' by 8' room seem
extra small with this guy next to me in it.  I"m just about 6' tall so I
was talking looking up at him all the while.  I could see the detail trim
on his goatee.  He was really a pleasant guy.  He did cubicle installation
- not much these days because of the economy - so he opted to do time
instead of the fine.

I pointed out the work clothes and told him that if he'd like to wear the
overalls and keep his clothes clean, they were clean and available.  He
lifted a pair and said "usually these are high water pants" but after
shaking them out he could see that they were extra long - and nodded and
said "yeah, these are cool - keep the jeans clean."

A few minutes of talk and directions and I was heading down to my office.
I'd been work there with a half hard cock myself and thought that it'd be
great to see him change - just for the voyeur in me.  That image made my
dick jump and remembered that since he was going to be in the far reaches
of the building, I should let him know that there are intercoms to call the
office if he needed direction.  I turned on my heels and made a quick path
back to the Janitor door.  He had not yet left the room.  The hairs on the
back of my neck went up and I thought - Yeah, I'm going to get a good full
view of this stud.

But the visuals popped in my head when I heard the distinct rustling of
cleaning supplies on the other side of the door.  The bottles and cans were
being moved around and for a moment it sounded like he was putting his
supplies together - but then it occurred to me that the sound was
continuous it dawned on me that he was in there satisfying himself.

Instead of knocking, I just leaned on the door and opened it up.  It moved
inward and immediately the rustling stopped and the only sound I heard was
a groan followed by a sigh.

I stepped in and the door closed by itself.  Still gripping the shaft of
his cock, Bruce was as read as a stop sign - so was his cock under the
grip.  One hand on his shaft and one hand on his balls.  Time stood still.
It was so quiet - except for his low deep panting.

"You want some help with that?" I asked.

"could you help a guy out?" he asked politely

I knelt down and sipped at the pre cum on the end of his cock.  Until he
let go of the shaft I couldn't see that his cock was a good 9 inches and
shaped like plantain - a nice tip and fat base!

He was a groaner!  the moment my lips hit his cock head he started
in... "oh yeah, lick that!" "Hmmm - yesssss!  Yeah I love that!"

It was one slur after another until I got the entire cock in my mouth to
the base...then it was silent.

I was feeling a bit weird about this when I looked up at that perfect
goatee and the expression on his fact was bliss.  His lips slightly parted
looking down in admiration with a bit of drool beginning to form as the
edge of his lips.  He whipsered - damn, man, no one has ever gotten to the
base before... those chicks can't do that!"



I adjusted my jaw and an the inadvertent swallow stroked his cock its' full
length in my throat.

He repsonded with audible pleasure - AW Aw Aw! grunted out which matched
the splashes of cum in my throat.  we launched into matched spasms.  My
throat with his cock.  Sublime.

;>)