A few years back I gave up a broom closet share on Seventh Street & First Ave and moved to a huge, two bedroom apartment in Park Slope with a plutonic gay male friend. (I only stayed there a year before deciding I couldn't deal with the commute and fled back to Manhattan). Anyway, my roommate and I agreed to have separate phone lines, and I used a pre-existing one in my bedroom. But my roomie had to have a brand new one installed, so he arranged for a NYNEX guy to come out on a Saturday morning.
Low and behold, it's Saturday morning, but my roomie never came home Friday night (he forgot the appointment and crashed at his boyfriend's pad). I'm sleeping in my bed wearing only my boxer-briefs when the door buzzes. I get up, put on my robe and see it's the phone guy. He's alone, about 5'6" and a total Guido, black hair, green eyes, a goatee, about 30 y.o. Stocky build. Big lips. Instantly I'm hot, I usually have raging hard-ons first thing in the morning anyway. I let him in and show him to my roomie's bedroom and he gets to work. After a few minutes of course I go back in there and offer him some water, but this time only in my boxer briefs with my 7 1/2" hard-on clearly visible. He looks me over and says "yes" to the water, which I bring back in a moment later. I wait in the living room some more, then he finishes installing my roomie's phone line.
Then I told him I'd like to give him a tip for his trouble. He asks in his best Bensonhurst accent, "what did you have in mind?" at which point I start to unzip his fly. He says, "wait a second", drops his toolbox, goes to the sofa, drops his jeans and briefs, sits down and spreads his legs really wide and this fat, ultra-thick hard 7-incher is staring back at me. I drop to my knees in front of him and he installed the real tool into my hungry mouth. I devoured that pole like it was the last one on Earth, until he got so aroused he stood up, grabbed my head and starts fucking my mouth! Then he pulls out just in time to shoot a thick wad of jism all over my neck and chin.
We didn't say a word as he dressed, but when I unlocked the door to let him out he says, "thanks for the tip".