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I just risked it!!”I’m gonna need to get into the roof space and have a look” he said. I couldn’t quite understand why, because as far as I knew, the TV aerial wiring didn’t run through the roof space but inside the walls! But what did I know, I’m not a TV engineer, and this guy was. That’s why I’d called him out, to see why the TV signal had suddenly gone awry after that recent storm. I’d looked myself of course to see if the aerial was still in place on the roof, and it was, but that didn’t solve the issue. Something was wrong and so I called in the professionals – because there was no way I was clambering up a ladder and onto the roof to see what the problem was!I hadn’t taken a great deal of notice of him when I let him in, I’m a bit unobservant like that. Sure, I’ll look someone in the eye whilst talking to them, but I don’t usually notice much else. But I did notice that he wasn’t exactly handsome; about 35, short dirty blonde hair and dressed in that typically shabby work wear that contractors seem to favour. To be honest, not really my type at all, so I didn’t pay much attention. He’d already been on the roof and informed me that there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the aerial. He had his step ladders in hand and asked “is the roof access on the upstairs landing”? and I confirmed that it was. I followed him up the stairs and it was then that I noticed: I noticed his broad, solid shoulders, the chunky upper arms and most importantly, his buttocks. Seriously, they were FIRM! Yep, his bum really filled out the back of his work pants.He located the access and set up his ladders. Up he climbed and opened the space. “It’s hard to get in without hitting your head on that low beam” I said. “‘I’m just gonna have a look to see where the cable comes in” he replied. I expected him to climb right into the space but he only went half way up, flashlight in hand, so that his head and the upper part of his torso was disappearing into the void. And I stood there for a second, mesmerized. As he was reaching up, his T shirt was riding up exposing his furry belly. I stared and felt my cock stir. The ladder was blocking my exit down the stairs, so I fled to my office to get out of his way and away from my inappropriate thoughts. But stood in my office, I could still see him, and of course, I kept looking from my safe distance. He turned around slightly on the ladder and I could gaziemir escort see the outline of his buttocks. They reminded me of a perfect semicircle. His midriff was still exposed and the fuzz of his hairiness looked thicker from that aspect.Then I heard him say something. “What”?I couldn’t discern the words, so I went over and stood at the base of the ladder, looking up towards the access space, where his body was disappearing, and I heard him say: “I think I can see it, but it could be part of your alarm system, when was it put in?””Oh I don’t know, it was here when I moved in.”When was that?”About 2 years ago.A pause ensued.”Live on your own then?”Err, why do you ask?”You said ‘I’ not ‘we'”Oh right, yeah… well I don’t know, does it matter?”Matter that you live in your own?””No! does it matter how old the alarm system is?” I replied”Not really, just wondered. Sometimes older alarm systems use cables similar to TV ones, that’s all…And he carried on chattering about, well, nothing really. All the time he’s twisting round now and again, searching the roof space for the elusive wiring I supposed. ‘But why doesn’t he just get in and have a better look’? As the thought entered my head, his free hand emerged and the thumb searched for and found the curve of his trouser pocket flap. His hand rested there, fingers curled into the palm. I admired his confident, manly stance as he teetered on that ladder rung. His fingers unfurled and rested flat on his thigh. And then … he slowly moved his fingers round and began to stroke the area near his crotch. It was barely noticeable, almost nonchalant. But it was deliberately done I was sure. I hoped that it wasn’t just an itch he was rubbing at. Instinctively, I knew it wasn’t and I swear, my stomach turned with the sudden injection of adrenaline into my pounding blood stream and I felt sick. But I stared intently at those fingers and the response that they were receiving with their actions. Yep. This guy was definitely feelng himself up. And he knew I was watching. Fuck! My God, this was going to get very interesting. He took his thumb out of the pocket and then used his palm to rub over his bulging groin area.I went back to my office and took the (luckily fresh!) poppers from my desk – I wank there watching porn on my PC and often have a quick blast when I’m on an extended edging session.I went back to the ladder, escort gaziemir unscrewed the bottle and took a deep, deep sniff. And again. I needed the rush to give me the courage. The courage to do what I had to do.I gently placed my quivering left hand on his right buttock. Gently, but firmly. I didn’t breathe, waiting for the response. If I’d been wrong about this situation, and he remonstrated, I could pretend that I was merely trying to get passed him – “sorry mate!”.He moved his hand from his crotch and his arm disappeared back into the void. I breathed out and kept rubbing, fondling, squeezing. There was no rebuttal. I relaxed within seconds. Of course, I could carry on, he’d given tacit permission. The popper rush was fading, so I quickly unscrewed and took another hit. I used my hands on his hips to twist him slightly round towards me and I undid the button above the zipper. As I did so, he stumbled slightly as he tried to move himself around a bit further, giving me access. I looked up and his face was not visible – “this guy wants it anonymous” I thought to myself. Fair enough, he can pretend I’m some girl he fancies.I undid the zip and pulled his pants down to mid thigh. I could see the outline of his stiffening cock under his seriously unsexy undies. Why do straight men wear such unflattering underwear?! I used my hands to knead both arse cheeks and my teeth to pull the waistband down, exposing the tip of his cock. Then pure lust took over and I just pulled them right down and took his dick in my right hand, wanking it so as to pull back the foreskin and expose his cock head. I could smell the heady musk as I freed the shiny phlange and as the aroma of dick reached me, I couldn’t wait anymore. I took another deep inhalation of poppers and immediately deep-throated the cock. He wasn’t big, but it was fairly thick and hard as steel. I caressed his hanging balls and massaged the bulging bit between the nut sack and arse hole. I could feel him tense at that so I stopped sucking and moved around to his arse. It was beautifully shaped and deliciously firm and I could see the thick line of hair lining his crack. I opened his cheeks with both hands and dove right in there, greedily lapping at his hole. My tongue probed right in and he groaned out loud – “fucking hell mate, that’s great!” he said. “He’s never had anyone rim him before” I thought and that gaziemir escort bayan realisation made me almost blow a hands free load in my pants. My tongue practically ****d his virgin hole, I got more and more frenzied the more he uttered loud, sexual and encouraging noises. He was loving this and I was loving him loving it! My spit had lubed up his arse hole and crack so much that it dribbled down and dripped off his ball bag. I licked the back of his ball sack and slurped up my own spit. It tasted so good, full of manly arse juice! I caressed and squeezed his balls and used the fore finger of the other hand to probe in his bum hole, gently finger fucking him. Ah! A step too far for this guy, a wet tongue was OK, but the finger was too much. I gave the hole another good tonguing and I reluctantly moved on. To his dick. He’d become semi hard now (I guess the finger fucking had been a bit of a turn off). I put his cock in my mouth and sucked back and forth so he was fucking my face, all the while pulling on his ball sack. I felt his cock get REALLY stiff in my mouth. I unscrewed the bottle and sniffed in again and again. My head was spinning with the delicious effects of that volatile liquid. I was so high! I released his dick from my mouth and started to wank him with my hand. I kneaded his left buttock as I wanked that dick with my right hand faster and faster. “Come on you bastard!” I thought out loud because I wanted that cum! I felt his buttock tighten even more and I knew I was going to get it, that fucking beautiful reward. And get it I did. He shot his sex juice right onto my face. The first spurt took me by surprise, but before the second shot, I’d moved in like the pro sucker I am and got that cock into my mouth so that I could take and savour every drop of salty juice. Four, five, six shots into my mouth and then he was done. I swallowed all his sperm and took his still hard dick in my hand, continuing to wank it slowly. A few more drips of cum oozed from his piss slit and I sucked them off his glistening cock head with pursed lips, ensuring I got ALL the cum he’d given me.I continued wanking him, but before he’d become even semi-soft, he hastily pulled up his pants and almost stumbled off the ladders. Without a look, without a word, he folded the ladders, and was away down the stairs and out of the door! Part of me wondered if he’d decided to take another look outside, but the sound of the van door being slammed back into place and the engine being turned over told it’s own story!In case you’re wondering, he didn’t send a bill and yes, I had to find another engineer! At least that one didn’t get distracted….
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