Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 05:20:19 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: Irrigation Maintenance (gay/encounters)

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IRRIGATION MAINTENANCE

I had stayed too late at the bar the night before, so it took a while for
the persistent doorbell to work its way into my awaking consciousness. I
rolled over on my belly, stretched, and ground my morning hardon into the
mattress a few times. The doorbell continued. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," I
growled, throwing back the blankets and crawling out of bed.

The doorbell continued. "I'M COMING!" I yelled as I grabbed my bathrobe
from the foot of the bed and pulled it on. I figured it was better than
opening the door while wearing just my boxers with an obvious hardon
tent. As I approached the front door, I strategically tied the belt of my
bathrobe to hold my hard cock secured flat against my belly. "Jesus, what's
your problem?" I growled as I unlocked and opened the front door.

"Uh, nothing," replied the surprised service technician from the company
that took care of my irrigation system. "You have an appointment this
morning. I tried to call."

"Oh, shit, yeah, I forgot. Sorry," I apologized. "But you're not..."

"No, I'm Phil. I'll be taking care of you from now one," he smiled. The
morning haze quickly drifted away as my sight trailed from the gleaming
white teeth, down over the firm jaw, along the tanned neck, across the
chest hair peaking out of his shirt, down the broad chest and the flat
belly, lingered briefly at the obviously full crotch, and dropped to his
large, scuffed workboots. He cleared his throat, and I quickly looked back
up at his face. He must have been at least 6'3" and obviously worked out
regularly, a habit I'd never managed to attain. I don't know if the
salt-and-pepper hair was a sign of his age or just hot genes. Either way
worked for me.

"Sorry, I'm still waking up," I said. "And you're a surprise."

"A good one, I hope," Phil chuckled.

"We'll see how good a job you do," I replied with a smile.

"Well, since this is my first visit, I should give you a thorough going
over," he said. "I mean the irrigation system."

"It needs it," I said. "Let me open the garage door. The control's in
there."

"Okay," Phil replied with a smile. He then turned and walked toward the
garage door.

I quickly ducked back through the house and into the garage. I pressed the
button and watched the Adonis get revealed from his toes to his head again
as the door rose. "The controls and pump are right there," I stated the
obvious as Phil and I both walked toward them.

"So I see," he replied with a smile.

"Of course you do," I smiled, wondering if he also saw the hard cock
straining against the belt of my bathrobe. "Sorry about the attire," I
laughed. "Late night."

"I've seen less," he laughed.

"You mean more?" I laughed back.

"Yeah. You wouldn't believe the number of horny housewives who answer the
door in almost nothing at all when the husbands are off at work," Phil said
casually as he examined the irrigation control settings. "And some of them
actually in nothing at all."

"That must make your work interesting."

"Annoying is more like it," he replied. "I just want to get the job done
and get on to the next job."

"I'll bet they're sorry about that."

"Usually," he said cryptically.

"So, you take a break once in a while?"

"If I'm horny enough and if I have a looser schedule."

"And do you charge extra for that?" I laughed.

"No, but I do get some good tips that way," he laughed.

"I'll bet."

"Well, the settings all seem fine. Let's just fire it up and see how it's
spraying," Phil said, getting back to business.

"I haven't noticed any problems," I said, "but since it runs at night, I
don't know how efficiently it's distributing the load...of water."

"Yeah," Phil said as he turned on the system and the pump started whirring,
"you want a good distribution. You don't want it shooting all in one
place."

"Speak for yourself," I muttered.

"What was that?" Phil asked, raising his voice about the noise of the pump.

"See for yourself," I said as the irrigation heads popped up around the
yard and started wetting the lawn down. I usually just left the irrigation
guy to do his job, but I couldn't resist hanging around to watch Phil and
his tight, muscular ass as he walked around the yard. My cock throbbed
every time he bent over to examine or adjust a sprinkler head and his jeans
got even tighter.

Phil made the rounds of the entire system in the front yard. He replaced a
couple heads and adjusted a few others. They were minor improvements, but
he did seem to be getting better coverage for me. "Okay, time to check your
backside," Phil said when he returned to the garage and switched the system
to the other zone.

"What?" I asked, caught off guard. "Oh yeah, the back yard. You wanna come
through the house or around?"

"Around is fine," Phil said. "Over here?" he asked, pointing to the south
side of the house.

"Yeah, that's the gate," I said as I watched his muscular ass leaving the
garage and disappearing from view. "Jeezus fuck," I muttered as my cock
pulsed. I slipped back into the house from the garage. I was so horned by
watching Phil that I just stopped in the kitchen, whipped open my bathrobe,
and started beating my meat. Nice steady strokes as I leaned back on the
kitchen counter. "Oh yeah," I moaned as I felt my palm getting slick with
precum. I switched hands and continued stroking as I lifted the first hand
to my mouth and licked the sweet juice.

Suddenly, a movement caught the corner of my eye, and I glanced over
through the back sliding glass door to see Phil disappearing from view in
his walk around the yard. "Shit," I muttered, pulling my bathrobe shut and
securing my cock under the belt again. I paused for a moment to decide if I
should get dressed or if it would be strange for me to dress now,
especially if he'd seen what I'd been doing. I finally opted for just
staying in the bathrobe and going out to see how Phil's inspection of the
back yard was going.

I stepped out onto the pool deck and looked around the back yard to see
where Phil was. I saw him leaning over a head by the north fence. "How's it
going?" I called out casually.

My shout obviously caught Phil off guard. He looked around at me, slightly
lost his balance, and completely lost his grip on the sprinkler
head. Before I knew it, the head had popped free of the system and of
Phil's grip. Water gushed out of the pipe and sprayed all over
Phil. Soaking him from head to toe and back again. "FUCK IT!" Phil yelled
as he struggled to get the situation back in hand and cap the pipe with a
new head.

When he finally stood up and turned around to face me, I was expecting to
see pure anger for distracting him from his work and getting him
soaked. Instead, I saw a broad smile. "Not a great start to the day," he
laughed as he shook his head and tossed water from his salt-and-pepper
locks.

"Sorry about that." I'm not sure how I managed to get that out, because all
I could do was stare at the soaked shirt and jeans clinging to his body,
revealing every quivering muscle as he walked toward me. Every muscle and a
mouth-watering cock. There was no mistaking that the bulge I noticed
earlier was the real thing. My own cock pulsed, and I could feel precum
leaking out. I knew if I wasn't careful, my dick would be shooting more
than precum in no time at all.

"You surprised me," he laughed. "I thought you were busy inside."

"I... uh... Oh shit, sorry about that," I muttered.

"No need. I know I'd rather be beating off than fixing sprinklers," he
laughed.

"Well, maybe you'll get lucky with a horny housewife at the next
appointment," I said, trying to keep him from thinking I was beating off
because of him.

"No, the next appointment is with a crabby old lady who watches me like a
hawk and complains about everything."

"Well, maybe the one after that," I laughed.

"Honestly, I was shitting you earlier," Phil said with a grin and a
shrug. "Never fucked with a single housewife on my list."

"More old ladies than horny housewives?" I asked.

"There's that," he admitted, stepping up close to me. "And I prefer the
horny husbands or, even better, horny single men. From what I saw earlier,
you fit into at least one of those categories." He casually reached out and
trailed his fingers along the bulge my belted cock was making.

"Yeah," I moaned, pressing my shaft into his palm. "I'm single."

Phil laughed and said, "I thought so." He began firmly pressing the heel of
his palm up and down my shaft. "I've got a little time before my next
appointment," he finally said softly.

"And you shouldn't go soaking wet," I moaned. "I can throw those clothes in
the drier for you."

"Sounds good to me," Phil replied, stepping even closer. "It will give me
time for one final head inspection," he said, slipping his hand into my
bathrobe and wrapping his fist around the leaking head of my cock.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, shutting my eyes.

"Oh yeah," Phil whispered, only seconds before he pressed his lips against
mine, forcing my head to tilt back and up to his. I felt the warmth of his
lips and the coldness of the water. I felt his lips part and his tongue
licking my own lips, which parted automatically to let him in. Phil's
tongue slowly slipped between my lips and over my teeth until it pressed
against my own tongue. I let out a moan as he forced his tongue deeper into
my mouth. Exploring me. Tasting me. Devouring me. Sucking my tongue. I
moaned again and then let out a sigh of disappointment when he pulled back.

"Better get out of these things before I catch a cold," he whispered to me.

"Oh yeah, right," I said. "I almost forgot." I grabbed his hand as it
slipped out of my bathrobe and led him past the pool and into the house.

"I'm not really supposed to be in customers' houses," Phil said.

"What about customers' asses?" I asked without thinking.

Phil grinned and said, "I don't recall any rules about that in the
handbook."

"Good," I laughed. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

Phil just smiled and undid his shirt. When he slipped it off his shoulders,
I could barely pull my eyes away from the muscular, glistening, lightly
hairy pecs or the firm, flat, also lightly hairy belly. "Although, from
what I saw early," he said casually as he handed me the shirt and leaned
over to take off his boots, "I would rather have your cock inside my ass."

I gulped as Phil stood up and looked me in the eye. "Are you serious?" I
asked as he kicked off the boots, took his cell phone from his pocked and
placed it on the counter, and then began to undo his jeans. I figured if I
was going to get lucky it would be me getting fucked, not me doing the
fucking.

"Yeah," Phil confirmed, pushing the wet jeans down over his wet, muscular
thighs. "I've flushed out your system. It seems only fair that you flush
out mine."

"Fuck yeah," I muttered in agreement as Phil stepped out of his jeans and
tossed them to me. He straightened up with a grin on his face and a hard
cock distorting the pouch of a black jockstrap. I licked my lips. "As long
as I can suck on that for a while first."

"If that's what you want," Phil laughed, "but I do have appointments
waiting."

"Then we'd better get these in the dryer. What about those?" I asked,
nodding at the jockstrap.

Phil suggestively fondled his pouch. "Feels dry to me...on the outside."

"Right. I'll be right back." I turned and quickly dashed into the laundry
room, between the kitchen and the garage, and threw Phil's clothes into the
dryer. As the dryer started to warm up and spin, I undid the robe of my
bathrobe and let it fall open.

"I thought I'd save us some time," Phil said as I returned to the kitchen
to find him leaning back against the counter with the pouch of his
jockstrap tucked under his balls. He was slowly stroking his shaft.

"Works for me," I said, crossing the kitchen and giving him another kiss
before sinking to my knees. Phil continued stroking his shaft as I stuck
out my tongue to lap at his hairy balls.

"Mmmm," Phil sighed as I gave his low-hangers a mouthwatering tongue
bath. Coating them with saliva. Lifting them on my tongue. Sucking them
into my mouth. Sucking on them as I worked my tongue around them. "Oh
yeah," Phil moaned, "suck my balls."

"Mmmmmph," I moaned, pressing my nose against the base of his cock and
working his balls with my tongue. I wallowed my face in his crotch as I
gripped his firm, quivering thighs. "Mmmmmmmph!" I repeated, feeling like I
was in a heaven of scents in my nose, tastes in my mouth, and textures on
my skin.

"I thought you wanted to suck on this," Phil growled seductively.

I opened my eyes and looked at the leaking cock head looming over me. I
quickly let his balls slip from my mouth before saying, "Yes, please."

"That head definitely needs to be checked for leaks," Phil chuckled as he
pressed his straining cock down and aimed it at my open mouth. "Oh yeah,"
he sighed as he laid the head on my tongue and started slipping it into my
mouth as my lips closed around the shaft. "That's it. Check the entire head
and pipe."

"Mmmmmph," I moaned as he pressed more cock into my hungry mouth. Spilling
his succulent precum on my taste buds. Forcing the thick underside ridge
along the center of my tongue. Pressing the head into my throat. Pushing
deeper. Filling me. Feeding me.

"Oh yeah," Phil moaned as he slowly pulled his cock head out of my throat
and then gently pushed it back in. Out and in. Out and in. Gradually
picking up the pace. I relaxed my throat and just let him use me. My hands
clutching his flexing thighs. His hands clutching the top of my head. "Take
that cock. Yeah, suck it," he moaned, ramming his meat down my throat.

I worked my hands up his thighs and around to his muscular
buns. Tight. Firm. Flexing. I held them in the palms of my hands and slid
the tips of my fingers into his crack. His slick. sweaty crack. As he
fucked my throat, I worked my fingers deeper, until my middle fingers
finally pressed against his asshole. "Oh fuck yeah," Phil groaned. "Fuck
me, dude, fuck me."

"Mmmmmph," I moaned in agreement around his still-thrusting cock as I slid
the middle finger of one hand into his asshole and then slid the middle
finger of the other hand into him as well.

"That's it," Phil panted. "Get me ready for that cock. I want your cock in
me. I need your cock in me. Fucking me. Pounding me. Pumping me."

With a tight, slurping suck, I pulled off of Phil's tasty cock. "Gotta
inspect the whole system," I said with a wicked grin as I pulled the
waistband of his jockstrap up to encase his cock on the mesh pouch once
again. "Turn around."

"We're nothing if not thorough. That's our motto," Phil smiled before he
turned around and leaned forward to plant his palms on the counter. "Ready
for inspection."

"I don't think this area is getting enough sun," I laughed when I got my
first site of his bright white ass. "I might get blinded by the white."

"I keep that pasty ass just to prove how much sun the rest of it is
getting," Phil laughed.

I slipped a finger back inside Phil's tight, warm, wet asshole and said, "I
think you might have a problem with the seal here. I'm not sure it's tight
enough." I could feel Phil's asshole tighten its grip on my finger. "Yeah,
that's better."

"Sure is," Phil moaned as I slowly began fingering his
hole. "More. More. More fingers." I worked another finger into his hole and
then another. He groaned and thrust his ass back onto my invading
fingers. Phil let out a disappointed groan when I finally slipped my
fingers out of his asshole, but he followed that with a satisfied sigh when
I buried my face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Fuck yeah," he
moaned, loud and slow. "Get me wet and ready. I need to be bred,
buddy. Wanna carry your load around in my ass all day."

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, pressing the tip of my tongue into his hole. Scraping
my teeth lightly along his sensitive butt flesh. Feeling the sweat of his
crack on my face. Reaching between his legs to fondle the cock and balls
straining against the tight jockstrap pouch.

"Oh fuck, come on, dude, I need it so bad. Fuck me now. Fuck me. Breed me."

"Customer satisfaction is guaranteed," I said, standing up quickly behind
him and slipping the head of my cock between his butt cheeks. I hocked up
some saliva and spit it into his crack.

"Oh yeah," Phil moaned as my spit ran down his crack and joined the head of
my cock at his asshole. I spit more into his crack and got the same
reaction. I then managed another load of saliva and spit it into the palm
of my hand. I worked it on my shaft and then held my cock as I gently
pressed against Phil's delicate pucker.

"I can get some lube if you need it," I offered.

"Just fuck me," Phil begged. "I can take it. Just fuck me."

"Then let's start flushing you out," I laughed as I pressed forward. There
was obvious resistance, but I didn't let up.

"Harder. Push harder," Phil begged, and I complied. "FUCK!" he yelled when
the head of my cock finally popped into his ass. I froze and waited. He
panted heavily for a while and then began to calm back into slow, measured
breathing. "Okay, slowly," he said when he was ready. I began feeding my
cock into his ass. Slowly. Steadily. Carefully. Deeper and deeper. "Oh
yeah," Phil sighed as I continued to fill his ass with cock. "I needed this
so bad."

"So did I," I agreed. "So did I," I repeated as the last of my cock entered
Phil's asshole and I pressed my pubes against his white, muscular ass. I
let out a loud, long sigh of satisfaction just as Phil's cell phone started
buzzing in front of him on the counter.

"Fuck," Phil growled. "Stay where you are," he ordered as he picked up the
phone and swiped it open to answer the call. "Yeah, we'll she'll just have
to wait. I'll be there when I'm there. Yeah, yeah, I know. This one's
taking longer than anticipated, but I'm almost finished. Yeah, okay. As
soon as I can." Phil ended the call and ordered, "Fuck me hard and breed me
fast. The old biddy called to complain about waiting."

"Can't keep the old biddy waiting," I said, pulling my cock almost all the
way out of his ass and then slamming it back in. Out and in. Harder and
harder. Faster and faster. From the grunts and groans he was letting out,
Phil was enjoying my cock assault on his asshole.

"Harder," he begged, "harder!"

I dug my fingers into the waistband of his jockstrap for leverage as I
slammed my cock into him. Faster and faster. Huffing and puffing. Panting
and thrusting. "I wanted this to last," I panted.

"Can't have everything," Phil grunted. "Breed me, dude. Breed my fucking
ass!"

I could feel my body tensing. Being driven wild by the sensation of Phil's
tight ass gripping my thrusting cock. Tighter and tighter. Thrusting faster
and faster. Sweat rolling down my chest. I released one hand from the
jockstrap and gave Phil's ass a sharp slap. "OH, YEAH!" he moaned. "FUCK,
I'M GONNA CUM! HARDER!"

"ME TOO!" I yelled, slapping his ass again before gripping his shoulders
with both hands to leverage my fast and furious fucking. Drilling him with
cock. Getting ready to fill him with cum.

"BREED ME!" Phil ordered, and I could feel his ass clamp down on my cock in
a death grip before changing to rhythmic spasms. "I'M CUMMING!" he wailed.

My body tensed as I continued slamming my cock into his quivering
asshole. "OH GOD, ME TOO!" I moaned. "ME TOO!" I plunged my cock into
Phil's asshole one last time and held it there as it began pulsing
frantically, pumping load after load after load of hot cum into his
hole. Coating his insides as his asshole continued milking me for more. "Oh
fuck," I groaned when there didn't seem to be an end in sight and my body
was overwhelmed with sensations.

"Oh fuck," Phil echoed with satisfaction. "Oh fuck yeah," he sighed,
leaning forward to rest on the counter just as the drying gave off a loud
ping to signal that his clothes were dry.

"Perfect timing," I panted.

"Except now my jockstrap needs to be washed," Phil laughed.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Phil's ass and said, "Leave it with me."

Phil stood up and turned around to face me. "I can't very well wear it this
way," he said, pealing it down to reveal the inside of the pouch soaked
with cum and his softening dick coated in cum as well.

"Probably not," I said as the cum began to ooze down from his cock and over
his balls. "Better get you cleaned up." I dropped to my knees and pulled
the jockstrap down over those muscular thighs. Phil stopped out of the
jockstrap and I dropped it on the floor. I then leaned forward and began to
lick all of that delicious cum off of his balls and his shaft. I then
sucked the head into my mouth and stroked the shaft to work out any
remaining seed. I felt it ooze into my mouth and I savored the tasted
before swallowing it and letting Phil's cock slip free. "Nothing wrong with
this head," I said, smiling up at him, "but I think it requires regular
inspections just to make sure."

"Sounds good to me," Phil grinned down at me. The dryer buzzed again to
remind us that our balls might have been emptied, but it hadn't been.

"Turn around," I ordered. Phil did as instructed, and I grabbed a dishcloth
from the counter to give his ass and crack a quick swipe. "Any future leaks
are your responsibility," I laughed.

"Thanks. I'll try to keep a tight seal," he laughed as he headed off to
retrieve his dried clothes.

I picked up the jockstrap and began sucking cum out of the pouch. "Mmmmmm,"
I moan just as Phil, fully dressed, returned to the kitchen.

"Damn, you are officially my favorite customer now," Phil said.

"I'll certainly be looking forward to your inspections from now on," I
assured him, getting to my feet. "And you can drop by for spot checks any
time you want."

"I think that's pretty much guaranteed," Phil laughed as he put on his work
boots. He straightened up and took me in an embrace. He licked a glob of
cum from my chin and then gave me another long slow kiss to exchange the
tangy taste of his cum. And then his phone rang again.

"Duty calls," I laughed.

"The old biddy calls," he laughed as he switched the phone on again and
answered the call. "Yeah. I know. I'm just leaving here. Okay, I'll call
and tell her I'm cumming," he added with a wink at me.

"She wishes," I whispered with a soft laugh. I'd never in my life been so
glad to have an irrigation system that needed regular inspection.

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