Cracked Phone- Part 2/2

This scenario is still just so hot to me as I finished writing the next half, and I hope you like it as well. Can't believe that this year is almost over, but I'm excited to have some extra time soon to write more and bank up some stories heading into the new year.

Brett’s hands were gliding over my sweaty chest, tracing patterns through my chest hair as his lips met mine. He wanted as much contact between us as possible as he pressed his crotch against me, gyrating his erection against my own hardness. There was a moan caught in my throat, and it finally released as his mouth began to make its way down my body towards its destination.

“Ian, you really did a number on me!”

“Mmm…”

“Wait, what did you say?”

Opening my eyes, I saw that Brett wasn’t in front of me- I was alone in the room. Turning to the side and trying to pretend like his comment hadn’t interrupted the fantasy that I had been crafting in my head, I was still shocked to see that he hadn’t put his shirt on yet. I was still shocked as well to see that chest and realize that I hadn’t fantasized the details of his anatomy either.

“I tried to say that I wish I hadn’t dropped my phone either, but I think I might have fallen asleep a bit.”

“I wish I could say the same, but this,” he said while holding up my now screenless phone, “is a doozy. I think I deserve your pants for this job.”

I was taken aback that he was taking this charade even further, and based on his eyes opening a bit too wide after he spoke, he was taken aback as well. He didn’t say anything further, and I could tell that he was realizing that he was on the job, already half-naked, and asking a client to take off his pants. I needed to use that to my advantage.

“Well, since you came far earlier than advertised, I think I deserve something as well.”

His face relaxed a bit as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head, and he let me stare at that v-shaped line of muscles disappearing into his loose jeans as he did so.

“Tit for tat once again?”

To answer him, I dropped my sweatpants to the carpet, stepping out of them to stand there in just my short little trunks. I felt exposed, obviously, but there was the lingering memory of him standing there on the sidewalk watching me stroke my cock wide open for him.

“Wait, that’s not what I was expecting…”

“And there goes the self-esteem.”

“No no no, I meant the underwear was a surprise.”

Looking down, I saw that they weren’t even bunched up or anything- just some plain black boxer briefs.

“What underwear are you wearing if you’re judging mine?”

“None. I thought that we were both going commando.”  

He placed his hands on his hips, dragging the waistband down on his jeans to show some untanned skin.

“So, what do we do?”

“I think it’s time to even the score. You’ve already seen my cock, so…”

I was playing with fire now, but I couldn’t resist. My phone was only half-fixed, so if he walked out now, I was fucked. I had to know though what he was packing, and he luckily was going to give me my wish. Walking towards me, he kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his jeans, revealing the thick hair that was hidden beneath. His chest was completely hairless, and his smooth skin looked like he’d covered himself in baby oil before leaving for work this morning, but the hair above his crotch, above the shaft that he was slowly revealing, was dark and thick.

“I’m really doing this, aren’t I?”

“One more button.”

“Then here goes…”

With the last button undone on his jeans, he pushed them to the floor, stepping out of them to stand there in only a watch and a pair of socks. He looked like a Greek god- there was really just no better way to describe the man that had to be a mirage in front of me.  

“You really expect me to finish fixing your phone butt ass naked?”

“To start? Yes- that’s what has to be done.” I walked over and pulled up a chair at the table. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

He sat down to join me, and there was the faintest apprehension coming from him now. This was a man that was probably used to always getting his way- at work and in the bedroom. Clients fawned over him constantly, and I was no exception.

As he picked up his tools again, he began telling me each step- why he was doing what he was doing and what was coming next. I wanted to make sure that he could get this step done with no distractions. And with a final flourish, he was done. My phone was powering back on, and he was packing up everything, except for his clothes on the floor, back into his bag.

Pulling out his little scanner, I signed my name and confirmed payment method, and then that was it… or it should have been on a normal call.

“You turned up the thermostat a while back, didn’t you?”

“I certainly did.”

“You’re sweating right now.”

“So are you.”

I was speaking with more confidence than I was actually bestowed, but I had to carry this through.

“I think I made need a shower to clean up.” Standing up, I walked away from the table and down the hallway towards my bedroom. Looking back at him, I dropped my underwear to the floor to join him in a state of total undress. I had slowly gotten hard as I sat at the table, and my cock sprang up to rest against my stomach once I got naked. I made no signs of covering myself up, and I walked into my bedroom without seeing if he’d follow.

I was playing with fire again, but I had to see what would happen as I turned on my shower and grabbed two towels from the shelves behind the door. A few more seconds passed that felt like hours, but I heard movement. Second later, he was in the doorway.

“You know, being early does have its benefits.”

“Like seeing me masturbate thinking that I had time before you arrived?”

That got a smile.

“Like having time to shower with a sexy man before needing to be at my next client’s house.”

A smile appeared on my own face before it was covered by his mouth. The fantasy that I dreamt up earlier in the night was now a reality as we walked backwards into the shower. His hands were on mine under the water, and then he was kneeling down in front of me.

I had been planning on giving a good review to anyone that could fix my phone, but Brett was making sure that he got five stars.