The Gas Man Came To Call. (A poem)

Stories and fantasies about gay encounters in rainwear
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cammacg
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The Gas Man Came To Call. (A poem)

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T’was on a Monday morning, the gas man came to call,
He spied my rubber mackintosh, a hanging in the hall,
He said how wonderful it looked, so inviting and sublime,
And did it belong to someone else or was the garment mine.

With ownership established, he thanked me very much,
And he asked for my permission to give a little touch.
Then, with that smile upon his face, only a lover understands,
He placed his toolbox on the floor, and began to move his hands.

As his fingers came in contact, with the lining of the mack,
He closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fingers stroked the slack.
He pulled the garment to his face, and there his hands did dwell,
Just breathing in the odour, of that lovely rubber smell

From the far ‘way look upon his face, thought he was about to swoon,
I took him, and the rubber mack into the other room.
Said the mack was beautiful, an absolute delight,
He wanted to take it home with him, and sleep with it all night.

Still, he stood caressing it, feeling it on his lips,
I dropped down onto my knees, and fumbled with his zip.
Dropped his pants and underwear, and all was well revealed,
It wasn’t the biggest cock in town, but the guy was sure well heeled.

I didn’t touch it with my hands, though his cock was FAR from slack,
Instead, I gathered up his tool, in the folds of my rubber mack.
I caressed it oh so gently, moved the rubber up and down,
Then slipped it right inside my mouth and ran my tongue around.

He urged me on, said “ Please don’t stop, take me all the way “,
I didn’t need no second bids it gave me chance to play.
I licked him and I sucked him, almost to his command,
And all the time I held him with rubber in my hands.

I could feel the time arriving, the arching of his back,
As he shot his load of pent up cum, in the rubber of my mack.
He hadn’t done no repairs, the evidence was plain,
So, it was on a TUESDAY morning, the Gas Man came again.
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Hahaaaa ! Excellent :D
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Very good 👍
Broad minded enough to acknowledge we all enjoy different things:)
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Great poem.
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So I should have a pvc mac or two in the hall when the central heating engineer next comes to do a service then lol
cammacg
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To PVC Bill, You mean you don't have such wonderful garments hanging in the hall?
How can you expect any kind of engineer to call.
We are all attracted to the wide expanse of fetish science,
So hang those macks for him to see, and don't worry about the appliance.
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cammacg wrote: April 26th, 2023, 10:35 pm T’was on a Monday morning, the gas man came to call,
He spied my rubber mackintosh, a hanging in the hall,
He said how wonderful it looked, so inviting and sublime,
And did it belong to someone else or was the garment mine.

With ownership established, he thanked me very much,
And he asked for my permission to give a little touch.
Then, with that smile upon his face, only a lover understands,
He placed his toolbox on the floor, and began to move his hands.

As his fingers came in contact, with the lining of the mack,
He closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fingers stroked the slack.
He pulled the garment to his face, and there his hands did dwell,
Just breathing in the odour, of that lovely rubber smell

From the far ‘way look upon his face, thought he was about to swoon,
I took him, and the rubber mack into the other room.
Said the mack was beautiful, an absolute delight,
He wanted to take it home with him, and sleep with it all night.

Still, he stood caressing it, feeling it on his lips,
I dropped down onto my knees, and fumbled with his zip.
Dropped his pants and underwear, and all was well revealed,
It wasn’t the biggest cock in town, but the guy was sure well heeled.

I didn’t touch it with my hands, though his cock was FAR from slack,
Instead, I gathered up his tool, in the folds of my rubber mack.
I caressed it oh so gently, moved the rubber up and down,
Then slipped it right inside my mouth and ran my tongue around.

He urged me on, said “ Please don’t stop, take me all the way “,
I didn’t need no second bids it gave me chance to play.
I licked him and I sucked him, almost to his command,
And all the time I held him with rubber in my hands.

I could feel the time arriving, the arching of his back,
As he shot his load of pent up cum, in the rubber of my mack.
He hadn’t done no repairs, the evidence was plain,
So, it was on a TUESDAY morning, the Gas Man came again.
Wish I was your gas man I would definitely be back to do repairs
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