Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 14:28:36 -0400
From: Dick Hertz <noonto1@hotmail.com>
Subject: walking 3

I again did my normal routine after getting to the office the next day, but
my mind was still on 8:30.  I was hoping that Evan would call.  I know it
was risky business leaving him my work number, but I was thinking with my
little head instead of my big head.  As 8:30 approached, I was going over
all sorts of scenarios in my head.  What if he told his mother what had
happened and she called the cops?  What if he had second thoughts about it
and had called the cops himself?  What if someone had seen us together and
ratted us out to his mother?  What if someone from work had followed me?
What if they wondered where I was for the last two days and decided to
follow me today?  These thoughts were making me very nervous and paranoid
and the three sips of coffee I had drunk did not help.  I had the caffeine
jitters on top of it.

8:30 came and went.  I was disappointed, but also a bit relieved from the
stress of thinking about it.  I got involved in my work and let the thought
of meeting Evan slide.  Maybe he'll call tomorrow, I thought.

I looked up from my computer screen and it was 9:15 already.  I got up to
stretch my legs and get a drink of water.  When I came back, my phone was
ringing and my Caller ID displayed a number I didn't recognize.  I picked up
before it went to voice mail and gave my standard company greeting.  There
was a pause and I was about to hang up when I heard, "Hello, is this Dick?"

I recognized the voice right away.  "Yes, this is Dick," I replied in my
most officious tone, "May I help you?"

"Dick, this is Evan," he said in hushed tones.  "My Mom is home, but she
should be leaving in about a half hour."

"Do you want me to review that in the field?" I said.  Again he hesitated
and I hoped he would understand what I meant by that.

"Oh, yeah, I get it," he said.  "You can't talk because you're at work,
right?"

"Sure," I said, "I can be there by ten o'clock, I'll see you then."

"Great!" he said.  "I'll watch for you at my window and signal you if it's
O.K. to come up."

"Thanks for calling." I said and hung up the phone.  I had a few things to
take care of in the meantime, so I got wicked busy clearing them up.  I
almost blew it and worked right through the time I was supposed to meet him.
  I looked up and saw I had about seven minutes to beat feet to his place.
I got up and left the building.  I took my usual route and in no time I was
approaching his building.

I looked up to the third floor and figured out where his room was from
memory.  I saw him step into the frame of the window looking for me.  When
he saw me he waved his hands frantically as if to tell me to stop.
Apparently his mother had not left yet.  I was disappointed and gestured to
him as if to say, "What's up?"  He pointed back into the apartment and I got
the picture.  I turned around and headed to the parking lot where my truck
was parked.  I had an idea.  Maybe it was a risky idea, but it was worth a
try.

I had worn my company shirt with the company logo on it.  I guess I have to
tell you that I work for the phone company.  It was a black pullover with
the logo over the left breast pocket and I was wearing black jeans and black
sneakers.  I looked very official.  I keep a telephone test set and tool
pouch in my truck at all times for emergencies, so I unlocked my truck and
took them out and put them on.

I went back to the apartment, climbed the stairs and stood at the door to
Evan's apartment.  I knocked at the door.

"Who is it?" a woman's voice asked.

"Phone Company," I said.  "Someone here report a trouble with your line?"

There was a peephole in the door and I was sure she was using it to check me
out.  She opened the door as far as the safety chain would allow.

"I didn't report anything wrong with my phone." She said.

"Well, someone called it in." I said.

She turned from the door and hollered into the apartment. "Evan, did you
report something wrong with our phone?"

"What?" he asked as he came out from his room.  He saw me through the crack
in the door and I saw shock register in his face and then he calmed as he
realized what was going on.

"Oh, yeah, Mom," he explained, "I forgot to tell you.  The phone in my room
is all scratchy and it's messing up my Internet connection."

"I have checked it in the office and in the street and I have to make sure
it's good to the jack in the bedroom." I said.

"Well, O.K." she said as she unhooked the chain.  "But, Evan, you should let
me know these things!"

"Sorry, Mom," he apologized.

She opened the door and let me in.

"Do what you have to do, but I have to leave in a few minutes," she said,
"Evan will show you where the phone thingy is.  I don't know what he's
talking about."

"Right this way," Evan said as he went down the hall.  I dutifully followed
with my tools jangling on my belt.

We turned into his room and he turned to me and was busting a gut, but
silently.

"You have a humongous set of balls!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "Good thing
I caught on quick."

I was laughing, too, but managed to hold myself together.  "Now where is
this jack that's giving you the trouble?" I said in a voice just loud enough
for his mother to hear.

"It's over here near the bed and next to my desk," he replied.

There was a nightstand with a cordless phone on it and a doubler in the jack
that also brought the line to his computer.

I have to digress and tell you a bit about the scenery I saw in the
apartment.  I described the apartment before, but this is about his mother.
I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw.  She seemed no more than
thirty-five years old and was very attractive.  That explained Evan's good
looks, if not his color.  She must have had him when she was a teenager
herself and has been raising him as a single parent since.  She was slim and
looked to be in very good shape.  If I weren't so interested in her son,
she'd be a good prospect.

Evan was wearing just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and no socks or shoes.
He hung over my shoulder as I knelt by the bed and removed the cover to the
jack by the nightstand.  I attached the leads from my test set so I could
listen to the line.

"Pick up the phone and tell me when you hear the static," I said.  When he
came over to pick up the phone I turned toward him and slid my hand up under
the leg of his shorts.  He jumped a bit, but didn't move.  I felt higher and
found he was not wearing any underwear.  I cupped his balls in my hand and
gently pulled on them while running my thumb over their surface.  I could
see his cock rising in the loose shorts already.  He kept the phone to his
ear and his eyes glued to the door.  We could hear his mother in the kitchen
rummaging around in the refrigerator and dishwasher.

I took another chance and reached up to his cock and pulled it out through
the loose leg of his shorts.  I milked a drop of precum to the tip of it and
licked it off with my tongue.  He gasped and his knees buckled a bit, but he
kept his eyes on the door.

"How's it coming in there?" his mother hollered from the kitchen.

"It's coming along O.K., Mom," Evan answered.  He and I both chuckled at the
play on words.

Since it was already out where I could get at it, I slipped my lips around
the head of his dick and closed them tightly around the foreskin-encased
head.  I swirled my tongued over it and then slipped my tongue into the
space between his foreskin and the head of his dick.  He just about lost it
then and started to pull out of my mouth.  There was no way I was going to
let that happen, so I increased the suction, holding him in place.

The activity had stopped I the kitchen and we both heard her coming down the
hall.  I quickly let go of his cock and it dropped from my mouth and
retreated, with some help, back into his shorts.  There was an obvious bulge
in the loose material, but he kept his back to the door and pretended he was
interested in what I was doing.  I had turned my attention back to the jack
and was hunched over it when she appeared at the door.

"I hope you are just about done," she said.  "I have a doctor's appointment
to go to and have to leave now."

"It will be a few more minutes," I said.  "I have to check it one more time
in the basement, but will have to come back to the apartment to put
everything back together."

"Evan, you'll have to take care of things here," she said.  "I really have
to leave."

"O.K., Mom," he said, "I'll take care of it."

"See you later, honey," she said as she walked down the hall and out the
door.

We both held our breath and Evan went to the window to watch walk to her
car.  Not until she drove away did he look back at me and we both burst out
laughing until we had tears rolling done our cheeks.  It took a good five
minutes for us to wind down and catch our breath.

I put the jack back together and gathered up my tools.  There was really
nothing wrong anyway.  I stood up and pulled Evan to me.  We were both
relaxed and giddy from laughing and melted into each other.  My lips found
his and he kissed me passionately.  He was the first to push his tongue
through my lips and explore my mouth.  I was hard immediately.  We broke off
the kiss and spoke.

"I can't believe that happened!" he said, "And with my Mom right in the
kitchen!  Talk about being on the ragged edge."

"I just had to take the chance," I said.  "It was highly arousing, wouldn't
you say?"

He just looked down at his still hard cock tenting out his shorts.  Mine was
harder to see in my jeans, but I was painfully hard.

"Let's get out of these clothes," I said.

"Wait until I call my Mom on her cell phone," he said.  "I want to make sure
she didn't forget something and will open the door on us."

He grabbed the phone and punched in his Mom's cell phone number.

"Hi, Mom," he said.  "How does the line sound now?"  He waited for her
reply.

"Good," he said, "I just wanted to let you know it's all taken care of now
so you don't worry."  He again listened to her reply.

"O.K.," he said, "I'll see you at supper time.  Bye."  He hung up the phone
and pulled his shirt over his head.

"She was just pulling into the doctor's office parking lot and she'll be
going right to work after that," he said.  He walked out of the bedroom and
to the front door to lock it and put the safety chain on.  He came back into
the bedroom with nothing on but those loose shorts.  I was drooling over his
chubby body and couldn't wait to get my hands on his chest.

"You know, Dick," he said, "I was surfing around on my computer last night
and I checked out the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive.  I like to check in
there sometimes for some interesting reading to jack off to."  He waited for
my reaction.

"And," I asked, "What did you find?"  I was hoping he would not be pissed
off about the stories I wrote in this series about our encounters.

"I certainly found something to jerk off to!" he said.  "What surprised me
was that I was the subject of the stories!  Thanks for not using my real
name."

"Then you're not mad that I wrote them?"  I asked.

"No, not at all," he said.  " I think you did one fine job.  It was like
experiencing it all over again.  I came in buckets when I read you
description of blowing me the first time, and the second time, too, come to
think about it."

"Well, now that that's out in the open, want to go for a third time?" I
asked.

"Hell, yes!" he replied.  "Only this time I want to do you first."

"You'll get no argument from me!" I said as I started to undo my belt.

"Wait, let me do that," he said.  He tried to do it from the front, but it
was awkward, so he turned me around and unbuckled my tool belt and lowered
it to the floor.  Then he unbuckled my pants belt and unbuttoned my jeans
and pulled the zipper down.  I could feel his breath on my neck and I
pressed my head against his.  He grabbed my jeans and my underwear and
lowered them as a unit.  I couldn't wait and pulled my shirt off while he
lowered my pants.

He knelt on the floor in front of me and began licking my balls while he
held my cock in his hand.  Then he lowered my cock to met his lips and let
them slide over the head of it.  I couldn't help but reach down and hold on
to the sides of his head and guide him down on it.  My knees buckled from
the pleasurable feelings and I sat on the edge of the bed with him still on
my cock and between my knees.  He worked his way down to my pubic hair in
about four strokes and pulled back up while putting pressure on my piss tube
as he rose off my cock.  He pulled completely off me and looked at me
quizzically.

"What are those flash strips you wrote about in the last story?" he asked.
"Is that what made my dick feel so tingly and minty fresh yesterday?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that to you." I said.  "Hand me my pants."

He did and I fished around in the pocket and pulled out a pack of Eclipse
Flash Strips.  I flipped the cover open and slid one out.

"You just set this on your tongue and it dissolves and gives you an intense
flavor rush." I said.  "Do you want to try one?"

"Sure," he said and he opened his mouth and let my drop the strip on his
tongue.  "Wow, that is intense!"

I don't think I could take the full effect on my dick right now, so let's
let it wear off a little bit." I said.  I pulled him to his feet, still
between my knees and put my hands on either side of his chest.  I squeezed
together and made his boy tits point out even more than usual.  I started
licking them alternately and then applied suction to each one in turn.  He
reacted with a moan and a whimper and his dick was jumping between us.

"O.K., try it now," I said, pushing him to his knees.  He knelt and put my
dick back into his mouth.  It felt like it was hanging out in an Arctic
breeze!  Every nerve was sensitized to his ministrations.  He continued
sucking and bobbing on it and I was getting harder and harder; so hard I
thought I'd blow the end right off it!

"Oh, yeah, here it comes!" I cried.  I started jumping and thrusting into
his mouth as I dumped a huge load on his tongue and down his throat.  He
never missed a beat and swallowed all of it.  I fell back on the bed and my
softening cock slipped from his mouth.  He climbed onto the bed next to me
and watched me while I recovered.

"Hand me one of those," I said, motioning to the pack of Flash Strips on his
desk.  I took one out and set it on my tongue.  I rolled my tongue around to
start it melting and then turned on my side towards him.  I took his nearest
tit in my mouth and nursed on it like a baby.  He was writhing with the
pleasure.

"Wow!" he said.  "I can feel it there, too."

I did the other one and then slid down on the bed between his legs.  I
fondled his balls and then licked up the precum he had been spilling.  I
went right for the prize and took him in my mouth.  He gasped and I was
determined to finish the job I started while his mother was still home.  I
pushed his foreskin down with my lips and began swirling my tongue around
that sensitive area.  I decided to go for broke and began bobbing up and
down on his cock.  It felt so different to encounter the extra skin, but I
didn't bother to hold it down with my hand this time.  It seemed to allow a
freedom of movement I didn't have before.  He certainly was enjoying it.
Evan had his hands and arms above his head and his eyes were closed.  It was
silent except for the slurping of my actions and the occasional moan, groan
and grunt from his throat.  When the grunts became more prevalent, I knew he
was close.  I sped up the pace until he was pushing up fro the bed and I
could see his head rolling back and forth.  His hands came down and rested
on my head as he fucked my face.  I felt the familiar rise of his balls and
then the pulses beginning in his cock.  He erupted and filled my mouth with
his boy spunk.  The taste was great mixed with what remained of the Flash
Strip.  I drank it all down and held him in my mouth as he softened.  He
didn't move until I felt him flex a bit from the sensitivity of his cock as
he recovered.

I dropped his cock from my mouth and lay down next to him to recover.

"Wonderful!" was all he could say.

"We at the phone company do our best to please our customers," I said.