A Week of Trade

By Mike Austin

Published on Apr 26, 2023

Gay

A Week of Trade by Mike Austin

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I.

Guys, do you ever get so crazed for dick, that your days are like a blur and that's all you seem to think of? This was one of those weeks for me. I had been working at home, flat out, for two weeks, researching materials for a client presentation that was coming up in two weeks. Topping it all off, I'd had family visiting over the weekend, so couldn't easily sneak out or invite any regulars by for a quick blow job.

Time was at a premium and by the time I shut down each night, I had no energy to hit the ABS and try to score some dick and the couple of nearby married feeders were usually settled down for the night with wives and family. The long hours made me cranky and the absence of dick made me even more so. I'd about finished my preliminary work when a freak thunderstorm rolled in. My cell phone weather alert went off at about the same time a loud clap of thunder rattled the house and lightning crackled nearby. The strike was so close that I actually felt static in the air and smelled the scent of singed wire, rubber and wood. Just fucking great, I thought as my screen and the room went dark. It was already 8pm and knew the chances of getting power restored tonight might be zip, but called the power company, got their recording of reported outage in my area and an estimated repair time by 8am the next day. Without power, using my laptop wasn't an option without my WiFi router being powered. Even porn was absent with no power to the TV, and had already been staring at my display all day, so resorted to a long well-deserved J/O session in the dark. Had just crawled into the sack and thought I'd better report the potential damage to my ISP. I got a similar service disruption recording for my area and instructions to call again, once power was restored if my service did not reboot. That said, I settled into an edge session that lasted 2 hours before blowing my load everywhere. At least I got some tension relief and sleep soon followed.

The next morning, still no power, so I made a quick run to McDonalds for coffee. The usual morning work crowd was in line, which gave me some morning eye candy at least, and by the time I got home, the power was back on. Relieved, I set about trying to reboot my router and PC, but got nowhere, so called the ISP to report in as requested. The dispatcher said they had crews already working in my area and gave me a repair window between 10 and noon. I finished my coffee, paid some bills, made a fresh pot of dark roast and downed some toaster waffles and OJ while waiting for the crew.

Mitch and Thomas were two ISP service reps who worked my neighborhood. As a result of the storm, they'd been sent to upgrade my connections from the pole to the house and then inside, but as it was already lunch, said they were taking it and would be back in an hour, left and in about 45 minutes were back. After they returned from lunch, it was like man-dessert for me and knew they'd figured out my story. I watched every move they made and scoped out every time they showed crotch. Both were in their late 20s, savvy but sort of redneck too. After they got through running the new cables they came inside to upgrade the router, settings and troubleshoot all the connections. Sitting at my PC is when they opened my desktop and found my various saved items. Mitch looked at Thomas, grinned some, leaned back, knowing I was watching, grabbed his crotch, turned slowly and looked my way. He stood, Thomas sat at the desktop and took in my assorted porn items, clicked one open to find a cocksucker on his knees at an auto garage blowing a mechanic. Thomas looked at me and asked "so you like blue collar dicks"? Stymied, I agreed, both grabbed their crotches again. Mitch moved to me, hand to the back of my neck and urged me onto my knees. Rubbing my face in his crotch, told me "take it out, you know you want it". I did as instructed and hauled his thick veiny dick from his boxer briefs and fly of his jeans. The heft was astounding. He guided my mouth to the head, told me "suck" and I did as directed again. Felt him grow in my mouth as he worked my head back and forth; skull fucking me as the porn played on my desktop. Thomas hauled his dick out and stroked as they talked about my cocksucking skill. Thomas stood, they swapped my mouth back and forth between them. Both dicks out, cantilevered away from their crotches. Each took his turn ramrodding my throat; each trying to outlast the other, but it was Mitch who blew first. He held my face in the fly of his jeans, his dick lodged down my throat as he pumped load after load of sperm. Pulling my head back, mouth swollen from the face fuck, he handed my face off to Thomas who plowed in where his bud had just nutted. The porn still played as the cocksucker in the video now was being face fucked by three mechanics. It was one of my very favorite porn vids. "Get my nut" Thomas urged through clenched teeth and then felt his load power wash my throat. They finished the upgrade; high-fived each other, packed up their gear, nodded my way and exited, telling me they'd be back...............

qThe next day at lunch, they were back to feed me again.

Next: Chapter 2


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