Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 02:44:42 +0000
From: David S <texas_phoneman@hotmail.com>
Subject: The-Telephone-Man/01--Need-Your-Phone-Fixed?

NEED YOUR PHONE FIXED?"
by Texas PhoneMan

***THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY MALE EROTICA WHICH SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY
PERSONS OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND NOT OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT***

(c) Copyright 2003-2004--may be used with permission of author
texas_phoneman@hotmail.com

Based on actual events of Thursday, December 11, 2003


I was walking down the easement, avoiding the overgrown foliage and the
collapsing, unused drainpipe, recording pole addresses for a replacement
cable. It was the easiest job I'd had in a long time and I wasn't about
to rush through it.

Far too soon, I was recording the "end-of-the-line" pole. I had parked
my truck there and then walked to the lead end so I could kill a little
time when I backtracked and recorded the information.

I opened the side bin door and used it as a writing surface to complete
the report making sure all my "i"s were dotted and my "t"s were crossed
when a local resident approached. I was to busy with my report to even
notice him.

"Good morning, Mr. Telephone Man!", he said cheerfully. I nearly jumped
out of my skin. He quickly apologized, "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle
you."

"Well," I replied, "maybe you should mean to do it 'cause you're REALLY
good at it."

He figured that I was kidding and extended his hand, "Felipe--but just
call me Phil."

"David", I said as I shook his hand, "Nice meeting you, Phil."

"The same, David. You working on the phone cable again?" I knew he
didn't mean me personally. The cable is old and deteriorating and every
man on my crew has been up and down this easement several times.

"Yep, but that's about to end. I'm drawing up the request to have
engineering replace this cable. It's getting too rotten to fix."

"I know. Every time it rains I get all kinds of static on my line. The
last guy that was here put a box on the side of the house and said
something about taking a phone and plugging it in."

"Yeah. He was telling you to use the network interface. That's standard
procedure. Is there static on your phone now?"

"I'm not sure.", he said. "Do you want to take a look at it?"

I glanced at my watch. I was still doing okay, time-wise. "Sure. Just
let me finish this up. Should only take a few seconds."

He continued to talk and ramble. I was working on the report and kept
half-ass agreeing with him when I felt it was necessary. I finished the
report and locked the truck. "Lead on.", I said.

It was at this point I took a good look at him. He was younger than me,
late 30s early 40s, only about 5'6" and kind of stocky. Not "fat" by any
stretch of the imagination. Just solid. Dark
skin, hair and eyes--obviously of Latino descent. "Yeah.", I fantasized
to myself. "Hot little Latino man. He'll do nicely."

He led me through the house to a bedroom. I followed as he went down the
side of the bed to the telephone stand. He pulled the stand away to
provide access to the jack. I smiled to myself as I realized I had him
pinned in a corner. Only way out for him was to crawl over the bed and
he didn't seem to be that "type".

The jack was on the baseboard so I got into my "normal" position--on my
knees and bent down to remove the faceplate. Suddenly I felt his hand on
the back of my neck and pulling his fingers through the hair that
protruded from the back strap of my hard hat. That fantasy shattered
when he said, "You had a spider in your hair."

"Terrific.", I said disappointed that there was a "legitimate" reason for
him doing that. I tested the jack and found nothing wrong. I leaned
back and sat on my heels and told him that there was nothing wrong right
now.

"Hmmmm.", he said. "I don't know but there's this jack over here...."
and he started to "escape" by side-stepping in front of me. Doing this
put his crotch about 3 inches in front of my face. My mind started
racing when I realized, he wasn't moving! He was intentionally standing
there with his bulging crotch in my face.

WHAT'S A GAY TELEPHONE REPAIRMAN TO DO IN THIS SITUATION??

"Nice," I said as I reached up and placed my hand on the bulge and
squeezed gently. Then, I leaned in and put my mouth on that growing
bulge in his slacks, took a deep breath and blew hard through his
slacks. This action warmed up the fabric and also his cock. I felt it
throb as I gave this man a "blow job"--in every sense of the word! But
the fun had just started.

I deftly reached up and opened the zipper in one smooth move. He
unbuckled his belt and let his slacks fall to the floor. There before me
was this pair of white briefs and jutting out from the leg was the
nicest, thickest piece of uncut Latino cock I had seen in a long time.
His cock was still growing in anticipation and the head was starting to
peek out from under the foreskin. I swiped my hot, wet tongue across the
exposed head of his cock--it throbbed and pulsed as he groaned loudly.

My hands were still cold from working outside and would be a definite
"shock" if I touched his cock, balls or ass. I rubbed my palms on the
denim of my bluejeans as he pulled the briefs down. His cock sprang out
and the exposed, sensitive head brushed into my mustache. He jumped like
he had stuck his finger in a light socket. I took his cock into my mouth
and worked my way down only to be halted by the rim of my hard hat
against his stomach. He felt the hat and reached down with both hands
and lifted the hard hatand tossed it on the bedas I slid my mouth all
the way down until my nose was in his dark, curly pubic hair.

As I slid my mouth back, I sucked gently pulling the foreskin back over
the swollen head of his hard cock. I held his cock in my hand as I ran
my tongue under his foreskin. He was moaning and starting to move. I
focused on deepthroating his cock and had it all the way down. I
contracted my throat muscles to massage the head. He then started
thrusting. He was going to cum but I didn't want this to just be a "face
fuck".

I wrapped my arms around his legs and held his throbbing cock deep in my
throat...no matter how much he squirmed...his cock was NOT leaving the
depths of my throat. He moaned again...and again. I heard him whisper,
"I'm gonna cum!"

His cock swelled up...suddenly I couldn't breathe. That's okay--who
needs to breathe at a time like this? I could feel his racing heartbeat
in his cock. Since I wasn't letting him thrust, he bent over and wrapped
his forearms around my head and hugged and groaning he began to blow his
hot load down my throat. At the same time I shot my load inside the leg
of my bluejeans. The movement and the denim against the cock did it with
no help from my hand.

Things had quieted a bit. He stood up breathing heavily. I was
breathing heavily too, but I did NOT want to let this beautiful cock out
of my throat! I kept massaging his cock with my tongue and throat
muscles trying as best I knew how to keep it hard...but you can't fool
Mother Nature. I released his softening cock from the clutches of my
throat.

He helped me to my feet and said, "I'm sorry. I have never done this
sort of thing--but for some reason, you seemed so nice--no one was
around--you weren't offended when I touched your hair--I just....
well..."

I smiled and said, "It's simple. Two adults, something clicks, no
inhibitions, no last names, no commitment and, in five minutes we can do
it again."

I watched his expression as what I had said began to sink in. He
suddenly said, "Oh! No! No."

"Oh, well! You can't have everything!" I reached into my shirt pocket
to retrieve a business card to give him when I noticed the big, wet spot
on the leg of my jeans. "Hmmmm." I said. "Do you think if one of your
neighbors sees this, they'll think something more than telephone work
went on?"

He began to look a bit concerned--but I said, "It will be dry in no time
and nobody is going to notice anyhow. I'm just giving you a hard
time!". Then, I remembered, "Hey, by the way--what about that other jack
you're having trouble with?"

"Oh, the telephones are working fine. I just have this 'thing' about
working men in hard hats and boots and I couldn't let you get away
without doing something."

"So you HAVE done this before?", I asked.

"Not exactly like this. You made it too easy. But you can tell from
their initial reaction how far they will let you go, But I can honestly
say that you are my first all-the-way!"

"I don't know whether to feel honored or insulted--but no time for that
now. I really need to get back to work." I said, "Here's my card...if
your phone acts up give me a call." I glanced down at his crotch and gave
it a gentle squeeze. "Tell you what, if ANYTHING acts up and needs my
help, call me."

"Deal!"


Comments and criticisms are appreciated and welcomed (but please be
gentle--I'm a phone repairman--not a writer!)

(c) Copyright 2003-2004--may be used with permission of author
texas_phoneman@hotmail.com