Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2006 22:26:52 EST
From: mtt1269@aol.com
Subject: Terminix Man Part 1

  My wife had called me at work a little before noon to tell me she had
forgot to leave the house unlocked for the pest control agent to do his
quarterly service to our home.  As she would be tied up for lunch, she ask
if I could take lunch at 1:00 to give the serviceman access.  Already
pissed with the blue balls she had left me with the evening before, this
didn't improve my mood.  But I did agree, knowing I would just prolong my
agony of not having my eight inch, cut cock buried deep in a warm hole!  I
also agreed to take my lunch hour at home so I could wait to sign the
service ticket after he finished.  So at 12:50 I arrived at the house and
began making myself a sandwitch lunch and waited for the serviceman to
arrive.

   Promptly at 1:00 the doorbell rang.  I got up from the table and went to
open the door. It WAS the Terminix Man!  I almost gasped, because the young
6'1" Hispanic serviceman was truly a handsome stud!  Wavy, coal black hair
crowned his head and his European facial feaures attested to his mixed
Mediterrean/Indian heritage.  His deep green eyes sparkled in their sockets
framed by the rich tan color of his skin.  A neatly trimmed thin moustache
and goatee surrounded a large white smile and two moist lips!  He was
dressed in a standard company uniform which highlighted a lithe, muscular
body. He could have been an underwear model in any advertising agency!

   Now I thought to myself, 'What in the hell is wrong with your mind?  You
are straight, married, and are NOT supposed to be having these thoughts and
feelings!'  Almost twenty-five years old, I had always remained sort of
curious about relationships between males as a result of the boyish pranks
almost all young teens practice during their early years of puberty.  My
circle of friends did the usual comparing, circle jerks, and touching when
we were in middle school, but that is as far as it got, and it soon ended
in junior high as we got into girls and the straight way of life!

   But here with this beautiful speciman of male anatomy standing at my
door; all the former experiences, scenes of male cocks fucking in the porn
movies we watched in college, and the continuing curiosty I maintained
about male relationships came forward in blazing thoughts. I stammered,
"Please come in, I am Wayne Bryson. My wife told me you would be servicing
us today and asked that I meet you here.  I am eating my lunch, so go ahead
and begin your work in here and call me if you need any help. Feel free to
go where you need."  TMI.  I saw my blabbering was affecting the
serviceman, because he gave me a knowing smile, stuck out his hand, and
introduced himself.  At the same time, I couldn't help believe that he was
giving me a "once over' also!

   "Good afternoon, Mr. Bryson.  I am Hosea Roderigez.  Your quarterly
service is due and I have been sent to provide it for you."  We shook hands
and a warm, electricity shot through my entire body straight to my "blue
balls"!  Hosea returned to his service truck and got his equipment,
returned to the foyer and began implementing the pest control contract.





   After I watched him begin his work, stopping to again admire his lithe,
slightly muscular body in the standard company uniform that allowed one to
see the frame of this studly male; I returned to the kitchen with "bluer
balls" and confusing thoughts racing in my mind.

    I slowing tried finishing my sandwitch and chips, but I was too worked
up from the "blue balls" failure with my wife the previous evening and new
feelings/curiousity this handsome "serviceman", now in my home alone with
me, had raised.  Finding myself with one of the hardest erections in my
life, I got up and went to the guest bedroom/bath opposite the foyer, where
Hosea had begun his work, to relieve the pressure in my nuts. Going into
the bathroom to take a cold shower, I quickly stripped out of my
clothes. Before getting in. I took a rare moment to 'check myself out' in
the full length mirror on the wall.  Nearly six foot tall myself, I looked
at my own broad shoulders, well defined and tanned, smooth abs, slender 32"
waist, and tanned, hairy legs.  Weighing 185 pounds, my frame was crowned
with blondish brown hair which was the same color of the trail from my
navel to a trimmed pubic bush.  Turning to the side, I eyed my wife's
second favorite feature- my hairless white, bubble butt.  But, here and
now, the most pronounced feature was my throbbing penis with a hard-on
which had to exceed its normal 8" length.  Although having an uncut penis;
my larger, engorged pink head was now sticking straight out of my white
thick shaft.  Remembering the 'knowing look' Hosea had seemed to give me at
the door, I fantasized that he may have considered me hot too!  My family
had always described me as handsome, but I always felt that was nothing but
necessary compliments of relatives.

   Standing there before the mirror and thinking about all that had
happened, I knew a cold shower was NOT going to ease my erection and
certainly not the "blue balls" syndrome; so I decided to use the
pre-marriage method of "jerking the turkey"!  Leaving my clothes in the
bathroom, I raced to the queen size bed with a large towel to lie on while
ending the growing pressure in my ball sac.  After laying on the bed with
my head on the pillows, I closed my eyes and a soft, low moan escaped from
my throat as I wrapped my fingers around my thick, hard, blond shaft.  I
slowly began stroking my eight inches of male glory as my mind's eye tried
to envision my attempts to sink my meat into my wife's warm pussy.  But
almost immediately, my thoughts also returned to the latent curiousity of
male sexual relationships fueled by the arrival of Hosea at my door a few
minutes ago.  Quickly all of these thoughts filled took over my senses, and
I began to furiously stroke my cock to get the relief I deeply needed.

   Just as I about reached the point of masturbation ecstasy, I was pulled
back into reality as I heard the Terminix serviceman open the door.  Frozen
in horror with my hand stopped in mid-stroke, but still wrapped around my
swollen member, I opened my eyes as Hosea was standing in the doorway
smiling. " I am sorry Mr. Bryson, this was the last area I had not
serviced. You told me to go where I needed to go!" , Hosea explained.  "I
am ready to service this room"!