Usually waiting for the telephone repairman is a drag. The phone just stopped having a dial tone one day, and it took a week and a half to get the appointment. I was able to pin them down to arrive between nine and five and took the day off from work.

By half past ten I was incredibly bored. I'd washed all the dishes, cleaned out the trash and made a shopping list for the grocery store. Figuring I had all day before the repairman showed up, I decided to put a porno in the VCR and stroke off. Wouldn't you?

It was a good tape, too. With all these Czech guys fucking and sucking in the woods somewhere. After about twenty minutes of slow jacking with my shorts down around my knees, I was pretty close to shooting. And, of course, the door bell rings.

I pull up my shorts, doing my best to tuck my throbbing dick in my tight briefs, and push stop on the VCR. I grab the newspaper and hold it in front of myself to cover the bulge in my shorts and let the repairman in.

The repairman couldn't be more than twenty-two, tops, about six feet tall, with dirty blonde hair. His heavy tool belt holding up his baggy jeans. He must be the youngest guy working for the telephone company. I point him to the wall jack and he kneels down and goes to work.

The horniness must have gotten the better of me, because I couldn't help chatting him up. With the newspaper on my lap to cover my hard-on, I asked him how long he's been working for the phone company.

"Eight months," he said, not looking away from his work.

"It must be weird going into all these different peoples homes all day."

"Yeah, I've seen some funky houses."

"I bet the people get weird, too," I say, pressing the newspaper harder against my crotch.

"Some do."

"Have you ever had to deal with the horny housewife like on the Playboy Channel?"

He laughs, "Actually, yes!" He looks over at me and smiles.

Surprised, I say, "wow, was she pretty?"

"Not really," he confesses, "But a blow job is a blow job!" He looks back to the phone jack.

"Yes," I say, "it is. So you let her blow you?" My dick is so hard now I can barely contain myself. "Sure," he says.

"Did you come on her face or in her mouth?"

He stops, and I think maybe I've pushed it too far. He looks over at me and his face looks different, more intense. "I came on all over her face," he whispers, barely catching his breath.

I let the newspaper slide off my lap and let him see me grab my hard-on through my shorts. He stands up and steps closer to me. I reach over and unzip his fly. He watches as I reach into his baggy pants and find his cock, stiff and ready. I stroke his a bit, inside his pants, before pulling it out. It's cut, and fat, with a nice head, just a bit wider than the shaft. It's warm and smooth and smells faintly of sweat. Without opening his pants, or even removing his toolbelt, I suck his fat dick into my mouth. The repairman drops his head back and let's out a low moan. Working my tongue around his fat cock head, I reach around and grab his ass through his jeans, and encourage him to thrust deeper into my throat.

The feel of his dick head sliding in and out of my mouth is amazing. Kneading his ass with one hand, I use my other hand to pull open my shorts and grab myself. I'm sucking is big cock so deeply I can lick his balls each time my face plunges down into his pants.

After a while of this, I can feel his twenty-two year old dick get even stiffer, and he has to lean over and brace himself against the wall. My own cock is ready to explode, and I suck even harder on his meat.

"I'm gonna cum!" he whispers as he pulls out of my mouth and grabs his dick in his right hand. He stokes it a couple of times right in my face before letting loose a geyser of white juice. It lands all over my face, on my eyelids, my nose, my mouth. I come, too, and feel the ropes of my own jizm landing on my leg.

He stands over me, slowly squeezing out every last bit of cum he possibly can, shaking it off onto my face. I fucking love it!

I give the underside of his dickhead a couple of licks, making him moan, before I stand up and wipe off my face with my t-shirt. He puts his dick back in his pants and zips up.

"So, how much longer before my phone works again?" I ask.

"About five minutes," he says, not missing a beat and kneeling back down to do his work.