I headed down the hall and into the open door. I had the shock of my life. There, sitting at his computer, totally relaxed and comfortable, was a handsome naked man.

He didn’t say anything or act the slightest bit awkward because of his nakedness. He didn’t seem to notice that my mouth had dropped open and my eyes traveled from his head to his feet.

"Uh - you need some electrical work done?" I managed and tried to act nonchalant.

However, he gave me an over-the-glasses smile that told me he saw through my charade and wasn’t having any of that nonchalant business.

I, of course gave him back the ready blush that he was expecting.

That was how the actual visit began. This is why I was there in the first place.

I was on my last job assignment, helping a nice little lady change her light bulbs instead of having to rewire the entire house as she had thought when my pager sounded and I called in the number.

"This is Martin and I’m in need of another couple of outlets for all my computer hardware. I’d be willing to pay the overtime it took if you could help me as soon as possible," the rich vibrant voice said over the phone.

I looked at my watch and realized that I had thirty minutes before actual quitting time and besides, I can always use the extra money from overtime to buy more equipment. I’d had my eyes on a digital camera for a long time. I almost had enough saved up for that.

"Give me your address Mr. Martin. I’ll be there as soon as I finish up here."

"Not Mr. Martin. Martin," he said as he gave me the address and hung up.

Now, here I stand with my face a bright cadmium red and a strange twitch in my briefs from looking at a naked man sitting before me.

He wasn’t just a naked man though.

He was the exact picture of what I’d always dreamed of.
I looked him over again as he turned his chair a bit to face me and gave me a total body shot.

I knew my bulge was announcing my approval but at this point, the crowded little head down there was taking over the thinking.

I saw this very masculine naked man with a bit of hair
between his firm pecs and a bit more on his belly and pubes.

Exactly like I liked it.

No hair to get in the way of a total body licking. He had a nicely trimmed beard with two patches of dark showing on either side of his chin. He had very short hair that would be fun to run one’s hand over or maybe the underside of my - -

"Are you going to stand there absorbing the view or are you going to earn your overtime?" he asked with another "almost smile".

"I was - uh - well - uh wondering where you wanted me to put the - uh - "

"You can put your tool box on that table there and I want the hot current here over my desk."

He stood and pointed to the wall just to the right of his monitor.

In case you’re wondering, I didn’t miss the allusion to the
hot current over his desk. Then he just stood there and watched as I almost drooled at his standing body.

I tried to look at the tattoo on his massive muscular arm but my eyes kept darting back down to his handsome cock not quite soft and not quite hard.

However, it did show a bit of interest in the situation.

That was encouraging.

I put my tool box where he had pointed and opened it, glad for the momentary break from the heated moment.

I couldn’t believe I was getting so turned on and excited about this handsome customer.

I really felt a strong need to do some re-arranging in my briefs but didn’t have the nerve to just admit that he’d made me hard.

"That’s a nice bulge you have there, son," he said with total ease. "Do you want me to get dressed so you can concentrate on your work?"

"NO!" I shouted and then blushed again because of my panic. I certainly didn’t want this vision of perfection hidden away from me.

What I really wanted was to take him in my arms and explore that massive naked body and feel that handsome cock in my appreciative hands..

"Then do you mind if I sit here and watch you work?" he asked and placed his firm butt cheeks on the desk and one leg up in his chair.

"That would be nice," I answered and took out a few tools, not even thinking which ones.

"You’re going to turn me on with a screw driver and a hole punch?" he said with that devilish smile of his.

I looked down at my hands and realized that I had a screw-drive handle without the blade and a hole-punch for metal. I tried to think how I could use these tools and still save face but there was no hope of that happening.

Finally, I felt his stare and turned to see what his attitude was.

There was the over-the-glasses smile again but this time it was an all-knowing smile that made my whole body shiver. 

I could only stand there and feel the hot blush flood my whole body and cause a trickle of sweat to journey down the underside of my arm.

I looked at him, challenging me with his twinkling eyes and almost- smile and wanted to kiss him all over and turn and run at the same time.

"I - uh - " I stammered, and turned and put the stupid tools back in the box..

"Yes?" he asked, and stood up facing me. He just stood there with his dick growing and looking so inviting that I felt an enormous movement in my briefs and had no choice but to give it a nudge to the left for relief.

From that moment on the only tool I could think about was his and I lost total control. I fell on my knees in front of him and kissed the head of that handsome hunk of man-flesh hanging between his legs. I sucked the head into my mouth and ran my tongue around the large expanding rim.

As I continued to put his tool to work instead of mine, I unzipped my fly, pulled out my excited helper and went to work. This time I for sure had the right tool in my hand and the righter one in my mouth. Don’t challenge that word. What man would think of grammar and spelling at a time like this.

I was so overloaded with expectation that I felt the electrical moment hit before I could control it and began to shoot hot globs of jism all over his shins and feet. I nearly blacked out from the powerful orgasm but having his turgid tool in my mouth kept me from sinking to the floor.

I felt him thrust forward and let his explorer search for the depths it wanted. I felt his crisp curly pubes tickling my bearded lips and I nuzzled my nose into his firm belly.

I took his heavy ball sack into my hands and caressed the large units until he moaned his thanks. Suddenly, he thrust hard into my mouth and gasped.

I felt the hot spooge hit the back of my throat and fill me with his male-juice. I grabbed his firm butt cheeks and pulled him hard against my face. He shot again and again until his heavy breathing stopped and he growled out a guttural groan to announce to the world that he liked my work.

I kept kneading his butt and trying to suck out the last few drops of his man-cum but he tenderly pushed me away.

I fell to the floor in that wonderful after-cum moment and when I could get my breath, I looked up at my handsome customer.

There he sat in a pose of total relaxation, leaning back in his chair with his left foot on his desk.

I just lay there with my hand slowly stroking my sticky dick as it gave up the fight and finally began to relax too.

I don’t know how long I lay there unable to move. I only know that I was drinking in the masculine beauty of the naked man who had just let me have a heavenly dream cum true.

After a while I felt as if I might be able to move and sat up.
I zipped my pants back up and slowly stood.

I quickly put the two outlets where he wanted them, checked that they were both hot and began to put my tools away.

"You’re hot, Mr. Martin," I muttered and hoped he got the double meaning.

"Am I?" he asked

"There’ll be no charge for that - uh - service, Mr. Martin. I believe I might should pay you for - - -"

"Nonsense! You did the work and you get paid," he said.

As he was sitting there still totally naked and appealing, writing out the check, I suddenly asked, "What do you do for a living, Mr. Martin?"

"Martin’s my first name and I’m an electrical engineer."

"You’re - uh - you mean - you paid me for - uh -" I stammered and wondered if he really was laughing inside at my amateur efforts.

"You are very good at what you do," he said and gave me that mind-boggling over-the-glasses smile again that made my sticky little friend raise his head in interest.

I walked to the door and turned for one last glimpse of my perfect dream man.

"If you ever need anything else," I began, hoping against hope.

"I’ll call," he said and for the first time, gave me a warm friendly smile that promised many house calls and much hard work in the future.