The guy came to read the electric meter. I had forgot it was his day. He passed by the open toolshed door and caught sight of my bare ass standing in there tinkering with something."Sorry, Sir," he says, "meter reader."
I stuck my bare self out the door and said, "No problem. Hold on, I want to ask you something."My dick was waving as I slipped on my flip-flops and stepped outside. I started walking ahead of him toward the back of the house where the electric meter is. It's fifty or so steps to get back there, so he got a good view of my naked muscle butt working. I asked him some bullshit question about the meter and admired how sharp he looked in his crisp uniform as he answered. We were both pretending it was just normal for me to be naked.
It didn't take him long to read the meter, and he headed back toward the front of the house, me the follower this time. I was surprised, when he got back to the toolshed, that he went on inside instead of going back out to his truck.
"So what were you working on in here, Sir?" he asked as I came in. He sat down on the only stool in the shed. Suddenly I could tell he was very into this, as much as I was.
"To tell the truth I come in here to jack offÐthe wife doesn't like me jacking inside the house." I started back working my big dick like I had been when he interrupted. Pretty soon it was rock-hard and oozing precum. His mouth was right at my crotch level, and I was imagining him taking it onto his warm tongue. Then he started talking nasty to me, telling me what a fine big dick I have, what big full balls, how much I needed to shoot my load, etc.
"I'll give it to you," I told him, and showed him how to hold his cupped hands together. He was all ready to take my load in his bare hands, but I threw a clean white cumrag over them."Hold still," I said, "I'm gonna shoot a huge load for you. Make sure you catch it all in that rag. I don't want any of it wasted."
Then I reached out my left hand and leaned my weight on his shoulder while continuing to pump my hard cock with my right, toward his hands. It had me so turned on. So hot, the cum boiling up suddenly and erupting, the cock all hard but relaxed inside and letting the cum spurt out in big jets of thick rope. I saw him fumbling to catch it all while I literally lost it. "There's more," I warned him, and sure enough a couple more cumloads shot out and got added to the heavy offering cupped in his hands. These last spurts sort of hurt a little, there was so much of it. I could see the cumload was saturating the rag and threatening to leak out, so I gave him a ziplock bag to contain the whole huge soggy mess of cum.
I wondered what he would do with it after he got it home. I gave him my burner phone number and told him to text me before he came to read the meter next time.