Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:07:12 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Telephone Service

Hey, guys .. me again...  that old CNJ guy ...  and that soon !!!  Yes,
I'll be back!!

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Telephone Service


Well... after 50 years of delicate wiring in (or under) this house...
fifteen years before I bought it, and 35 years that I've owned it... the
fit hit the shan, as they say.

My main home line (I have several others for business and fax) died.  I
checked it out through the outside box and it was clear that it was
somewhere in my under-the-house wiring.  Thank goodness I have paid the fee
for 'in-house' maintenance for years.  (Yes... and don't call me "sucker".)

It actually took me several weeks before I called Verizon.  I still had one
working line in the far end of the house (the front bedroom) .. and I just
let it ring and collect messages...and I recovered them every couple days.
I wasn't in a hurry.

Truthfully, I leave my cell phone in my car most of the time and let it
ring out there where it doesn't disturb me.  I really refuse to get caught
up in today's "immediate response" world that goes along with the
"immediate gratification" syndrome.

Yep... I'm sort of an "old guy".  I'll be on medicare before long, but I
still have all my "faculties" (including a working package!!)...

Anyway ...  I finally called to have it fixed.

"Yes, I'm sure it's under the house .. in the crawl-space. So please warn
the serviceman to come with overalls or whatever.  He's gonna be crawling
on dirt."

"Okay.  Next Tuesday at 10am.  I'll be here."

In the meantime, I ignored the ringing of the phone in the front bedroom.
I felt almost a feeling of freedom not being 'demanded' to run and answer
the damned thing!!!  Maybe you should try it out.  Give those "now now now
now" guys a taste of "not now!"

So Tuesday finally arrived.  At 10am sharp, I saw a white van pull into my
driveway and a really cute young guy got out and headed to my front door.

He was about 5'9" or 5'10", maybe 165 pounds, brown hair ... and just
nicely put together.  He was dressed in a work shirt and jeans, and I could
see a nice little basket there, and a definitely sweet little ass.

I opened the door just as he rang the bell.

"Hi, I'm Justin," he said as the door opened.  "I'm here to get your phone
working."

"Hi, I'm Peter ...  and I hope you don't mind getting dirty, 'cause you're
gonna be down in the crawl-space.  It's one of the jury-rigged lines that
has separated or just dropped off.  C'mon in and follow me."

I led him back to my family room ... the most recent addition to my house
(which has grown from a 2-bedroom bungalow, to a full-sized house over the
years).

I lifted the trap-door under my built-in desk, giving access to the stairs
down to the yankee cellar and crawl-space.  (It used to be accessed from
the back patio thru clam- shell doors before I covered it with the 'new'
room.)

I went down and turned on the light ...  he followed me down.

"Wow!  You do have it covered, don't you.?." he quipped.

"Now it's all your's," I stated.  "The telephone input lines are over
there," I said as I pointed to the far, north, side of the foundation.
"You can see all the telephone lines under here."  Then I asked, "Didn't
they tell you to wear overalls or such.  You're gonna get pretty dirty down
here."

"That's my job," he answered.  "I do the under-house work, and I'm dressed
for it."

With that he stepped up onto the pump and tank for my now-dry well, got on
his belly, and started to crawl under the house.

All I could see was that cute little ass wiggling it's way under the
2x12's!!!!

Funny thing.  I'm a total bottom, and I'm perving on his ass!!!!  It must
have been nice.

As he crawled away, I went back up the steps and into the family room,
sitting back on the sofa and picking up a few stories I printed from
"Nifty".  What more could you ask for?  A hot young guy under your house,
and some hot stories to read and dream about/

He was only under there for maybe 10 minutes when he 'resurfaced', asking
"would you please show me what lines are working up here, and which are
not."

I said, "sure"... and then added, "but would you mind going out on the deck
and maybe dusting off a bit?"

"Sure," he answered as I opened the door and he stepped out and slapped his
legs and chest and sleeves.

I took him on a tour of the house, pointing out the jacks that worked and
didn't, and told him which ones I needed 'fixed' or not.

He followed me through all the rooms and got a good lay of the land, said
"thanks", and headed back down under the house.

It was little over an hour before he came back 'upstairs' and asked me to
check the lines I wanted operational.

Using a "princess phone" and going from jack to jack I verified that all of
them were working.

When I went back into the family room, he was still standing in the middle
of the room, not wanting to dirty any of my furniture by sitting on it.
That's when I noticed just how bad it was.

He was standing there totally covered in a sand-dirt mix...but worse... he
had apparently gotten sweaty on top of it .. and his hair, ears, and neck
were covered with mud.

"Shit, guy" I nearly hollered.  "You are a fuckin' mess!!!  There's a
shower in there just behind you.  Go use it!"

"Thanks," was all he said as he began to undress and hand me his shirt and
jeans.  "Would you go knock the dirt off these?' he asked.

Seeing him standing there in nothing but a t-shirt and his grey boxer
briefs, I nearly dropped to my knees and buried my face in that crotch.

Somehow, I managed to hand him a dry towel, muttered a few unheard words,
and took his clothes out to the deck and began to beat them against the
patio furniture out there.

As I came back inside and walked through the utility room to the master
bedroom's bath (where the shower is), I shouted, "I've got them almost
usable."

That was when he pulled the curtain back a bit and asked, "Could you do my
back?"

Now, c'mon ....  What would you do?????

I grabbed a wash cloth and the bar of soap from the sink ...and went to
work.

After a few minutes of scrubbing those wide, nearly gym-rat shoulders and
then down his back, he moaned and asked "A little lower."

Working my hands and the cloth over his hot ass, I was just voiceless ...

Up to this point, he had kept his back to me, and I just couldn't resist it
any more... I moved my right hand around him and felt his hot, hard,
throbbing cock as it stood tall and asked for attention.

The first thing I noticed was that there was a lot of skin slack...oh,
fuck!!  that baby was uncut.  My hand just went to level-4 and began to
jack his velvet-covered steel rod.  It had to be 6 to 7 inches of somewhat
thin rod.  Then I moved down and I felt a pair of lemon-sized balls in a
nicely loose bag.

"Awww, fuck!" I whispered into his right ear.

"I hope you will," he moaned back.

"Only if you return the favor," I licked back, as I dropped my sweat pants
and ripped the tank top over my head (I was commando and barefoot, so that
was all there was.).

I added more soap to his crack and then moved my cock into place.

"Ohhhhhh... yeahhhhhh...." He groaned.

"Please....  Slip it in there.."

"On the way," I murmered.

....and my cock-head found the opening and shoved forward.  Not bad for a
supposed 'total' bottom.

He just grunted, "ohhhhhh ... yeah.... Ohhhh fuckkkkkk."

...and I started to pump.  Nature is a wonderful thing.  The response on
both sides was just soooo good and right.

As much as I love the feel of a cock plowing my ass, I was in ecstacy as I
felt his tight hole gripped around me.  It was like a tight ring as I moved
my 6.5 inches in and out.  The grip, the heat, the moaning in front of
me....  It wasn't long before I started to really go deeper and deeper and
harder and faster...  He was still moaning and driving his ass into me on
each thrust.

I have large low-hanging balls, but as I fucked that sweet ass, I could
actually feel them start to rise up and tuck themselves into the base of my
cock.

Reaching around, I began to play with his nipples and then ran my hands
down to stroke his abs and play into his pubes...  He was just moaning that
more loudly.

Finally, I grabbed his cock again and started to jerk it.  I slowly pulled
the skin back to bare his sensitive glans, then pushed it back to cover
things again.  I usually like to watch when I doing that, but couldn't see
around him.  I just used my memory and imagination to picture the process
as his smooth head was exposed and then re-hooded.

"Ohhh, Mannnnn!  Ohhhh, fuck.. mannnnnn"" he started to shout as he backed
against me more and more.

"I'm gonna cum !!" he cried..  "I'm gonna cum!!!!!!

"Not before I do," I answered.

And within the next couple seconds, I could feel his cock widen, stiffen,
and throb as the first of his juice shot against the shower stall wall ...

"Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!" he screeched as it unloaded and his ass all but
bit my cock off at the base.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss," I groaned into the back of his neck.  "It's
cummin'.. Oh,,, fuck... it's cummin' !"  as I pumped two gallons of
stored-up juice into his colon.

I grabbed him, I pulled him to me as I kissed his neck and then bit his
earlobe.  It felt so right and so wonderful.

"Call in," I whispered.  "Tell them it's a lot more than you expected.
Then get in bed with me," I instructed.

As I dried him with a big fluffy towel, he 'phoned home' .. and told them
that I had a "freaking nightmare under there" ...

And we moved to my bed......

The next couple hours were just more than one might expect.

It was arms, legs, more arms, more legs ... we spent a while wrapped up in
a ball before we separated enough to really make things hot, horny, and
crazy.

I was sucking his ears and neck and shoulders as I had my hands rubbing his
head and fuzzy short hair,.  His hands were all over my back and down where
he was cupping my cheeks and pulling me tighter against him.

Somewhere in between were two incredibly hard and spasming cocks rubbing
together and digging into the front parts.  I reached down in between and
grabbed at them, then moved lower and began to get handful of balls.  As I
rubbed them together and pulled on them, he started to moan that much more
and that much louder.. then he drove his cock tighter into my belly.

"Ohhh...shittttt ... yeahhhh..." he uttered.  "Now my turn," he groaned as
he backed away and somehow had me turned around and face-first on the bed.

"Oh, yeah... my turn," he repeated as he moved onto my back and started to
drive his wonderful cock in between my cheeks and thighs,

By now he was leaking juices all over the place.  My crack was sloppy wet
with all his pre-cum and it was only a matter of seconds before his skin
was back and his slick, smooth head was punching at my pucker.

"Ohh, fuck... yes!!!  Poke that baby in there!!"  I moaned.  "Give me that
hot, fucking rod!!  Oh, yeah!!!!  Shove it in there!!  Let me feel your
hard cock dig into my hot ass."

"Ohhhh... yesss ..  here it is!!!" he groaned as he pushed forward, I
pushed out with my ass muscles, and that delightful cock slipped into my
hole.

"Ooooooohhhhhhh....... Ohhhhhhhhh.... Yesssssssssssss..." I groaned as it
went balls deep into me.  "Now fuck it .. and fuck it good!"

"Ummmmmmmm...oh, baby ... ohhh yeah...  awwwwww mannnnn," he whispered into
my ear, as he started to really pound into me.

I was simply overloaded.  I have been fucked...and I have been fucked
... but damn!!  This was a whole new ballgame....  He worked for the
telephone company...but he had his own pole !!!!  and it was sending me to
near insanity.... It was driving in and out and deeper and deeper and
running in circles and just giving me more pleasure than I could really
imagine....

My face was in the pillow just snorting and grunting "ooooohhhh
yeahhhhh...ooohhh fuck .. ohhhhh yeah . fuck me ..  fuck me ..." as my eyes
closed shut and my head lifted up and my ass raised to his pounding.  He
had me totally in his grasp and world.  I couldn't ask for anything more.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww, shittttttttttt!!!" he hollered and I knew he was on the
edge.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, fuck!  Awwwwwwwmannnnnn!  Nggggggg!" he shouted as he
drove his cock into the hilt, stopped moving, and then just unloaded his
gallon of juice into me.

I could feel his cock as it swelled, jerked, spasmed and started to shoot.
"Oh, fuck, yes!!!" I cried out.  "Fill my ass, baby... fill my ass!"

Unless you've been a bottom, you can't believe how wonderful that felt, but
maybe you can try (?) ...

As he slowed, I just lay there with him on top and then turned my head and
asked him to leave it inside me as long as he could.

He just kissed the back of my head as I felt him relax and cover me with
his body.

We stayed there another ten minutes or so until he finally got soft enough
that my ass expelled him.

Finally, he rolled off to my side and I turned and faced him, giving him a
quick kiss on the lips.

"Damn! That was good!" I whispered.

"Yep...  Sure was," he replied.

"Can I call for more service next week?" I asked.

"Don't think so," he mumbled back.  "I don't do 'relationships'.  This was
great for a one-timer .... And maybe a few years from now ... but ...  you
get me?"

"Yep...  I know what your saying ... so all I can say is .... Damn!  Thank
you."

He got up, went into the bathroom, grabbed a cloth and cleaned himself off
.. got dressed ...  and handed me the no-charge work order ...  Nothing
else was said.  But that's the way things go sometimes....

Damn!!!  I wish I had more utility problems !!!!  I wonder what my cable
man is like.



Hope you enjoyed And.. btw... if you liked or not .. let me know .. I do
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