Like many people, I have sexual fantasies about the people who show up at my door for one reason or another: repairmen, salesmen, carpenters. Any time I know that one of these men are going to be showing up, my hormones go into overdrive! Of course, the sad reality is that, more often than not, the man who shows up at the door is not someone I find sexually attractive--though there have been some, and a few of them I still fantasize about. There was one that I actually had sex with a few months ago.

He was here doing some electrical work. When I opened my front door to let him in, I was instantly smitten. I find many different types of men attractive, but this guy fell into one of my more favorite categories of sexy: a tall, tattooed, redneck (the kind that are hot looking, not the kind with one tooth) 📷 The accent (turned out he was from Alabama) just added to the whole image. There was no doubt that he was 100% man. He was really quite attractive, quite muscular, in that way that men who do repairs often are: lean, muscular, though from the long hours and the fast food lunches, he wasn't in perfect shape, but I’ve never been the kind of person who insists that someone has to have a perfectly worked-out body in order to be attractive. I'm not perfect, and, a few extra pounds has never been that big of a deal (though, he didn't have that many extra pounds -- maybe ten pounds away from having a flat stomach.

I can’t imagine limiting myself to just a certain, strict set of criteria. You miss out on so much... But, I’m getting off topic. So this guy showed up. He was really sexy, and was here to work on some wiring.

We chatted a bit as I showed him to the electrical panel and then to the areas where he was going to work. I then showed him where my home office was, and told him that I’d be there if he needed anything. I was quite turned on by him, but with the whole Southern Redneck thing going on, I didn’t want to take any chances. I figured I’d just jack-off after he left.

I knew he was going to be there for most of the day, so I was just going to settle into doing some work. It must have been about an hour after he arrived that I got an IM from an online friend of mine who lives on the East Coast. We both share an interest in sucking dick: we’re both hungry cocksuckers. This friend of mine also likes to be watched, so he has a webcam set up and loves to broadcast himself sucking dick. He saw me online and had someone coming over to his place and was going to be on cam, and IMd me to let me know. Good friend that I am, I duly opened a window to view his cam, moved it off to the side of my screen, and went back to work. A little while later, a man showed up at my friend’s place, and the show got under way . The guy getting sucked had a really nice, large cock, and, quite frankly, I wanted to see more, so I made the window bigger. I was totally engrossed in watching my friend suck this big dick that I didn’t hear the electrician come down the hall and into the office. I don’t even know if he called out as he was walking towards my office, or if he just walked in.

His startled “I was..oh... um, sorry,” is how I knew he was there (my desk is against the wall, with my back to the door (it’s a small room, so there’s not much of an option to have it set up any other way.) I turned around, and sort of jumped up out of my chair (not thinking to clear the camera window from my computer screen.) “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t hear you coming. Sorry about that.” I’m not sure who was more embarrassed, him or I. He managed to ask me what he’d come down the hall to ask. It took me a minute to realize that even though he was talking to me, his eyes were practically glued to my computer monitor. There was no doubt that the action on the camera was taking place between two men. My friend’s goateed face bobbing up and down on a big dick was quite obvious to see. There was no mistaking it for anything other than two men. After asking his question, the electrician quickly departed the office.

I went back to working and watching the cam, but was rather distracted. I was trying to figure out if the fact that he was watching the cam show so much meant that he might have an interest. About 20 minutes later, he called my name from the end of the hall, and I stuck my head out of my office door. He told me he was taking a break for lunch and would be back in about 30 minutes.

I was out in the kitchen eating my lunch when he came back from his lunch. He said “Hi” as he walked by, but then stopped and came back. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, “I should have called your name or made some noise or something. I don’t make a habit of sneaking up on people.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “It didn’t bother me that you came in. I’m just sorry if I had something on my computer screen that made you uncomfortable. Stuff like that isn’t something that everyone likes.”

“I suppose it’s not really my thing. I’ve never seen two guys do that. I guess it was just a surprise.”

“I’m sorry.”

He nodded. Then gave a small chuckle and said “That guy looked like he was doing a good job. My wife could take some lessons. She’s never swallowed that much of mine.”

“It takes a bit of practice, I guess,” was the only thing I could think of.

“Maybe that’s why they say guys do it better. Suck, I mean. That dude looked like he was good at it.”

“I’m much better at it than he is.” I surprised myself by actually saying it out loud. I think he might have been a bit surprised too.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. And, I’m always willing to prove it.”

He studied me for a moment, said, “Hmmm,” and then walked away, back to work. Damn! I’d blown it. I finished my lunch, then went back down the hall to my office.

I managed to stop thinking about the sexy electrician in my house and focus on work. I’m not sure how much time passed, maybe an hour and a half, when I heard him call my name. “It’s ok. Come on in. I just need to finish an email.”

He entered the office, and I was aware of him standing behind me as I finished the last few sentences of the email. I clicked on send and turned around to face him. He was closer to me than I realized, and, as I was sitting and he was standing, his crotch was almost in my face. I looked up at him.

He asked me a question about the work, I answered, and then we both just stared at each other for a moment.

“I’ve not ever done something like this,” he said.

It took me a moment to realize what it was that he was talking about. “It’s ok,” I said, smiling.

He looked at me very intently, and was quiet for quite awhile. His breathing was getting heavier. Finally, he said to me “Would you be willing to prove it to me?”

When it comes to sexy men and cock, you don’t have to ask me twice.

So, this has turned into a much longer story than I planned... and you’re probably bored. So, let me just say that I proved it to him. His thick eight-inch cock fed me two loads that day. I’m not sure if the job really did take longer than he thought, or if he planned it, but he had to come back the next day to finish, and when he came back he fed me two more loads.

I was noticing the other day that I’ve got two floodlights in the back that are in need of repair. Perhaps I’ll call the electrical company and see if that guy still works there....