Date: Fri, 01 Oct 2004 11:31:03 +0000
From: David S <texas_phoneman@hotmail.com>
Subject: The-Telephone-Man/02--Satisfied-Customer

02-"A Satisfied Customer"
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***

Copyright 2003--may be used with permission of author
texas_phoneman@hotmail.com


This erotic little encounter happened within the last year.  Just a
normal, difficult telephone repair.  I worked for two hours on that damn
line...the cable is so old, I had to go from pole to pole rebuilding the
bad sections to call it "fixed".

After the job was done, I went to my customers door and knocked. This
attractive man answered the door wearing a t-shirt and loose-fitting
shorts.  I didn't notice much, really.  When I'm on a job, I'm focused on
getting the work done and getting on to the next job and not the
appearance of my customer.  I explained that I had fixed the line but the
cable was old and if he had any other trouble, to give me a call.  I gave
him my business card and returned to my truck to pick up my next job.

I was grumbling to myself that I was running behind because of this job
and as I was finishing up the paperwork when I noticed the man was still
standing on his front porch drinking a cup of coffee.  It was a nice
morning so I didn't think twice about it.  I continued closing out the
job and I glanced over at the man and noticed he was scratching his
thigh....I did a double-take and realized that he wasn't scratching his
thigh--he was rubbing his cock as it bulged noticeably through his
shorts!

At that moment, my focus on work went out the window.  I tried my best to
be casual about the whole thing--but I made sure I wasn't misinterpreting
anything.  The way my dick suddenly started growing in my blue jeans, I
felt that signals were being sent and received, loud and clear.

 I needed to think of some reason to go back up to the house.  I got out
of my truck and put my hard hat and tool belt back on hoping I would
think of something and glanced up at the porch and he was gone!  Then I
noticed the front door was ajar.

I tapped on the door and pushed it open.  He was standing there--still
fondling his dick through his shorts.  I had to break the ice--so I said,
"I guess you're not completely satisfied and the Company wants us to be
sure that every customer is completely satisfied."

He smiled and took a step towards me and "reached out and touched" me
(pardon the pun!).  He felt my hard cock straining against the denim of
my tight blue jeans and all he could say was, "Oh, wow!"

In one swift move, he opened my zipper, reached in and grabbed my hard
cock, pulled it out (not without a struggle), dropped to his knees and
swallowed it all the way to the pubes.  The tools in my belt began to
rattle as I began to face-fuck him.  He was enjoying it, too, because he
had opened his shorts and pulled out his nice, fat cock and was stroking
it as he sucked mine to the hilt.  We kept this up for quite a while
until I felt his mouth probably needed a rest.  He pulled off of my
throbbing cock and started to stand--I helped him to his feet and said,
"I think you've got a problem here."

With that I dropped to my knees and swallowed his swollen cock.  He
gasped, shuddered and said "Ohmigod" and almost immediately shot his load
deeply into my throat.  It was obvious he wasn't expecting any
reciprocation from me and couldn't hold it when it happened.  I held his
pulsing cock deep in my throat until I was sure he was dry.

I stood up and wiped my mouth on my shirt sleeve and asked if he was now
a "satisfied customer".  He said, "Yeah, a satisfied customer with weak
knees, now!"

"Good--then my job here is done!  Give me a call if you need anything."

I forced my still throbbing cock into my jeans (I hadn't cum) and walked
out to my truck trying to conceal this tremendous bulge in my jeans.  I
finished closing out the job and moved on to my next one...but I can say
truthfully that I had a hard on all day and a smile as big as my hard on!

NOW do you need your phone fixed?


PostScript:
He did call me about a week later and I returned his call.  He said he'd
like to get together again and I agreed.  He must have lost interest,
because that's the last I ever heard from him.

Copyright 2003--may be used with permission of author
texas_phoneman@hotmail.com