A Spot in the Park (re-edit)

It was Friday, and I would actually be home for lunch, or so I thought.

My only appointment ended early in the day. I have a tech support business, and my customer had persistent system freezes on his desktop. The guy works from home so it was a rush job that he called me on this morning, and he was willing to pay a little extra for priority service. Since I had a clear schedule, I could accommodate him right away. The guy was a pretty nice looking thirty-something – nothing outstanding, but cute, clean, nicely built, and friendly. In fact he was quite kind and hospitable given that his living was on hold until I got him up and running again.

He showed me right into his office where the PC was, and offered me a cup of coffee. I hesitated to answer him because as soon as we stepped into his office I could smell sweat and cum, and I kinda got distracted there for a moment fantasizing to have the opportunity to help him out with that stiff cock he apparently liked to shake around in his pants in front of the computer. Also, now I knew why his system was freezing up: no telling what I was going to find in there today. I shook myself back into reality, blushed, and answered that “I’d love a cup of coffee – black with lots of sugar, please”. He smiled and went down the hall to the kitchen that we had passed on the way in.

I booted up his computer, and as the user login menu came up, he was back with two cups of coffee. As he handed me one, I noticed his wedding ring. Ooohh, I love horney married guys. They SO love to get their cock sucked that special way that only another man can do for them. “But NO. This is business! Keep your mind on the job, and don’t shit where you eat” I kept telling myself. This business depends on referrals, and I can’t afford the reputation of a cocksucking PC repairman.

Seeing the user login screen, he gave me the admin password, and I opened it up and got to work. Sure enough, this guy’s system was loaded with viruses, trojans, browser hijackers, and a real nasty keylogging root kit. I’m guessing he got them from those late nights on the gay porn TGP’s he had in his browser cache; some porn sites are riddled with toxic payloads. Plus, the poor guy hadn’t updated his antivirus signature database since he bought the computer over a year ago, and he runs the damn thing in administrator mode so he can run his piece of crap ACT! contact software for his sales business. Over three hours and four cups of coffee later, I had his system cleaned up, and his antivirus and firewall suite updated. I gave him his bill, and a suggestion that he invite me back to let me customize for him the contact database I had written. I could replace the klugy, overpriced piece of crap he uses now for one that won’t crash all the time, and will cost him half of what he’s paying now. He looked at my bill and smiled. Then he looked at me and said that he’s very interested, and will definitely be in touch.

I packed up my stuff, accepted his check, and headed down the hallway to leave. I thought about asking him to use his bathroom again, but I’d used it twice already with all that coffee, and somehow it would just feel awkward at this point. So, I thanked him and walked out the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him still standing in the doorway, so I turned and noticed him checking me out, I think.