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The Oil Man

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by ManFur I had bought my house in the spring and had been renovating it ever since. By late August I was painting the inside when it occurred to me to order oil for the upcoming colder weather.I called the local oil company and made arrangements for a delivery to fill my tank. I was told the delivery would occur in the next few days and that I did not have to be home. The bill, they told me, would be stuck in my outside door. What with painting room to room, I soon forgot about placing the order. So, I was surprised one day while standing on a step ladder painting the corner bedroom to hear the "beep beep beep" of a truck backing up my long driveway. Being it was one of the hottest days so far of the summer, and not having been expecting anyone, I had elected earlier to do my painting in the nude. I got off the ladder and peered out the front window to see who was there. It was an oil truck backing in -- my order had arrived. Remembering what the clerk had told me about my not having to be home, I assumed I could go about my business and went back to my step ladder and my painting. A few minutes later I heard the whoosh of the hose being dragged from the truck around the corner of my house to just outside the window of the room I was in. Coming down a step of the ladder, I looked out the window and saw the top of a crew cut head leaning over the spout leading to my oil tank in the basement below. Below the crew cut head were the broad shoulders and tight back of a very fit looking man. He was wearing a dark navy blue uniform shirt with the sleeves cut off. It was soaked through with sweat. I heard him uncap the spout and fit the nozzle of his hose into it. He straightened up as the sound of oil gushed down the pipe. He stood with his back to me. He placed his hands on his hips. I could see he was wearing matching navy blue shorts. His legs were very rugged and hairy. I began to get a stirring in my groin. I hadn't gotten off in a while and the sight of this male hunk outside my window was stimulating my desire. Occasionally he would wipe his brow with the back of his hand and would tug at his shirt front to try to get air inside it to cool him off. Every move he made was accompanied by the sloshing sound of his oil flowing from the hose into my tank. My stirring groin arose to an erect state. Before I knew it, I was standing on my ladder with a paint brush in one hand and my raging hardon in the other. Knowing he didn't know I was only a few feet away from him fueled the eroticism of the situation. I felt no shame about my condition. I began frigging my aching cock and found I was hoping he would turn around and see me. Suddenly the sound of the oil going down the spout to my tank stopped. The man reached down and gripped the release on the nozzle to squirt more out. As he did this, he turned around to face the house. All he had to do was to look up and he would see me with my dick in hand. I took my hand off my cock and waited breathlessly for him to finish what he was doing. He fiddled with the nozzle and began to withdraw it. As he did, he glanced up and saw me in the window for the first time. He froze. His face showed no emotion. It was covered in beads of sweat. Slowly he placed the nozzle back into the spout and reached up to wipe his brow. Not once did he look away from me. By standing on the ladder my nudity was plain to see. My erection had lost some of its firmness when I had let go of it, but under his stare it began to fill out again. My boner was clearly evident to him, yet he did not turn away. Emboldened, I laid my paintbrush on the top step of the ladder and ran both of my hands down my sweaty chest. He didn't move. My hands ranged down to my thighs and as I brought them back up, I cupped my balls. Still he stared. Sweat was running down his face and he made no effort to wipe it as he had before. With one hand nuzzling my balls, the other gripped my cock and I began to stroke before him. It was obvious he wasn't going to leave. My slow strokes quickened asI thought about him watching me shoot my load. From where he was standing he could see my hairy balls being fingered by my hand and watch my fist pound my meat. Within minutes I was close to coming. He leaned closer to the side of the house, looking up at me, perhaps to see my face more clearly. I bent my knees and aimed my cock at the open window. With a final squeeze my spunk flew out in an arc, then again. With a few more tugs I drained my swollen cock. When I was done, I let go of my cock and balls and straightened back to lean against the ladder. I was truly spent. I looked out the window and saw him turn his attention to the nozzle again. He removed it from the spout, capped the opening, and again I heard the sound of the hose being dragged around the house. I got off the ladder and went into the bathroom to get a towel to wipe off my sweat. By the time I walked to the front door, his truck was pulling down the driveway. Stuck in the screen was the bill. I opened the door and grabbed it. On it was printed the charge for my oil and instructions on where to send payment. At the bottom, in big handwritten ink was scrawled THANK YOU FOR THE DELIVERY!