On Call

 Sometimes, being on call in the information technology sector is easy. Other times, well I will let you decide.

It was a Saturday night and with my manager also on call, I figured that I could have a night with the boys at a local leather club. I was dressed in my chaps, jock, engineer boots and harness with my biker jacket hanging next to the door ready for me to wear. Then the phone rang and swore as I read the ID, The Boss.

One of the clients outside the city had a problem and they needed it fixed ASAP. It was so important that he was sending a car to pick me up and had assigned a car for me to use once I arrived at the office. The keys and a USB with all the necessary data and updates. As he hung up the cab pulled up in front. With no chance to change, the best option was to grab a black hoodie and throw on a set of yellow wet weather gear. The bib pants covered the leather chaps and boots. The jacket would cover the hoodie and keep me warm and dry.

I quickly grabbed my laptop and the waterproof briefcase I always used for these types of calls and headed for the cab. With the cab heading to the office, I had a chance to call my friends with the news that I would be able to join them. Then I decided to check the weather. It seems that I was dressed right for the storm approaching.

The security desk had an envelope waiting for me. In it was the memory key, the car keys and a fast note. “The unit GPS has the location of the lighthouse, enjoy your stay.” Sometimes I really wish the boss was a bit more informative in his instructions. My transportation was the company’s black Jeep SUV with all the extras so the drive would at least be comfortable. With the phone slotted and the GPS up, I keyed the saved trips list and found my destination, at least an hour’s drive away. One thing I did like was that the car also had voice commands enabled. Time to hit the highway.

Traffic was light making the drive not quite so bad and the express lanes were moving at speed. As I passed the city limits I figured that I should call the office and get more details about the lighthouse. He picked up on the second ring.

I told him my rough location before asking, “Would you like to give me more information on where I am headed, this is my first trip out there.”

“Ah,” there was a brief pause before he continued, “You are heading for a manned lighthouse in the center of a nature conservation area. There is a full-time conservationist who takes care of the lighthouse and the adjoining buildings including the area that houses our equipment for the university research projects. His name is Stewart. You will find him an easygoing guy who does like to keep to himself a bit but if he takes a shine to you he just might offer you a drink.” He paused as I heard his, then my phone beep a notification. “Damm, the whole area has just been placed under a severe storm warning. You might be spending the night there. I'll call him to let him know that you are almost there.”

The conservation area had a highway exit to its own which made things really easy as it started to rain. At this point, it was a matter of following the signs to the entrance and find the lighthouse. I could not miss it with its lights in action, almost beckoning me closer. By the time I reached the parking area next to the lighthouse, the rain was getting very heavy.

In the doorway of the house butting up against the tower portion of the lighthouse was a hooded figure clad in orange wet weather gear, my host. I quickly stowed the phone in one pocket of the rain jacket and the keys and memory stick in another before drawing up my hood and grabbing the laptop case and heading into the rain.

“You must be Stewart,” I said as we shook hands. His face was rather handsome in the partial light, I thought I certainly felt welcome.

“And, you must be Steven. Your boss called to say that you were on your way. Not the best of weather for a night drive out here. Let me show you where they all set up.” I followed him into the house which could have been built in the early part of the 1920s. The main room was almost like a great hall with a high ceiling and a fireplace in the far wall. The white plaster of the walls reflected the light coming from the lite fire and the occasional wall sconce. A spiral staircase leading up to a second-floor gallery. One of the doors lead into the lighthouse tower and the others could have lead to the kitchen or bathroom.

He lead me to a low chaired desk in from of one of the main windows which might have shown the marsh and the lake on a good day. On it, I found a router, a power bar and a small lamp turned on, ready for me to set up my connection to the server. The router had a spare network cable already slotted which was good, I forgot to grab one in the rush to get here.

As I set up, I caught a reflection of Stewart in the window watching me. He had removed the rain jacket and hung it by the door. The orange of the bib pants contrasted against a black T-shirt. He looked in shape with all the walking he must do around the site. His short greying hair reminded me of a friend of mine from the navy. As he headed off into one of the other rooms I slotted the memory stick and started the diagnostic.

I had no idea how long this was going to take but I might as well get more comfortable and took off the rain jacket and slung it over the back of the chair. I kept the hoodie zipped up for the moment, not being sure how Stewart might take to seeing the leather harness. He returned a few minutes later with a pair of coffees. “You look like to need to be JAVA enabled. French roast and a shot of espresso,” He explained as he placed to mug on the desk. “If you need to replace anything, the parts are in the server room through the lighthouse, just yell”. I nodded and returned my attention to the screen.

Sipping his coffee, he wandered into the main area of the room, picking up a tablet and seating himself near the fire. I could tell that he was scoping me out since I was a new face for him. At this point, all I wanted was to get the job done and head back into the city. With luck, I might be able to meet my friends and have a couple of drinks before the last call.

The test finally finished and I saw that it was just one update that had failed to install correctly. The same one that had been giving everybody headaches for months since its release. The problem was that it was not a small update but a major security update. This was going to take a while.

Between the fire and the hot coffee, I had to unzip the hoodie. I just hoped that he did not notice my bare chest of the leather harness. With the software patch running, I had a choice of staring out the window of watching the “Blue Screen of Boredom” grind its way to completion.

The sound of something hitting the house shook me out of my daze and I turned to see Stewart heading for the door and grabbing his jacket. “Better check to see what that was and make sure the backup generator is primed and ready. Just in case.” with that he headed out into the storm and I returned my attention to the update, nearly done, then the reboot.

As he returned I heard the sound of the reboot starting; onto the second phase of boredom. Stewart seemed to be in the process of making a decision when the lights flickered briefly and we both heard the sound of the generator kicking in. “Better call your boss. This just got complicated.”

I had to agree with him, the reboot was only at 5% at this point. Luckily the uninterrupted power supply acted as a buffer for the server but we had no idea how long the power outage would last. I also knew what the boss would say. I was on site till the power was fully restored. I watched as my laptop remade the connection to the server and I decided that I needed a smoke and I could talk to the boss at the same time. I saw that Stewart was grinning a little as I zipped up the jacket and I headed to the car.

In the car, I called the boss and gave him the current situation. Yes, I know the company policy about smoking in their vehicles but I did not care right now. Between drags, I told him what the issue had been and what the current situation was. Just as I expected, I was to remain until the site was back on the grid. I wondered how Stewart would take the news.

As I entered the house I saw that a few things had changed, the lighting was much lower and on the coffee table was a bottle and a couple of glasses. Stewart was also back in full wet weather gear and a black hoodie with a broad grin on his face. “Since you will be spending the night you can do me the favour of giving me a kiss.”

What. I stopped as the mind processed this. He wanted a kiss; alright he certainly was the type I would kiss. It was short without much passion but it was a kiss.

He gave me a look then added, “You call that a kiss. I figured that a leather-clad man like you would know how to give a real kiss.” I guess that he somehow noticed the harness.

With that, I let go of the restraints and gave him the kiss he wanted. I started slow, with no tongue and gathered him into my arms. We slowly turned until his back was to the door and I slowly pressed my body into his against the door. With him pinned and in a tight embrace I forced my tongue into his mouth and ground my hips into his. I finished by starting to nibble on his chin and neck before releasing him.

I stepped back and asked, “Better?'

He grinned before replying, “Much. I hope that the harness is not the only bit of leather you are wearing.” I gave him my best evil grin and reached for the zip of my jacket but he stopped me. “That's my job.” I came close enough to kiss him again and slowly unzip his rain jacket as I did. With a shrug he let it fall to the floor before he unzipped mine and I followed his example. His hoodie was unzipped and I could see t edges of a tight-fitting leather vest under it.

I gave him another long and hot kiss with my hands sliding down into his bib pants to give his ass cheeks a long squeeze. He was wearing chaps as well and I started to think of a way to be rid of all the outer gear. As we separated I nodded toward the sofa by the fireplace and he grinned in reply.

Before he sat down he removed his hoodie and popped the clasps on his pants which would allow me to slowly pull them off him to reveal that he was wearing leather chaps, a jock and tall leather boots. Before he had a chance, I popped my clasps and gave him a bit of a stripper show with several thrusts in his direction. My pants dropped to my knees revealing my leather jock and chaps. They might have gone further but the top on my boots stopped them.

I dropped to my knees and started to chew on his jock. This allowed me to also force the pants over my boots and to slowly remove them, one boot at a time. I was driving him wild by considering his dick my personal chew toy with my teeth just brushing over the head of his cock. With the rain pants removed, I moved up to give his pecs my personal attention.

Between kisses, I licked then nibbled on each of them and I knew that he was close to being rock hard. He finally pushed me away and grabbed the pouch of my jock, gave it a fast squeeze before removing it. He seemed a bit frustrated when one of the snaps resisted his pull but it finally gave way. He took the pouch and inhaled the scent of leather and sweat before tossing it onto the coffee table. “Nice looking hard drive you have techie. Is it plug and play?” I did not have a chance to reply as I felt his tongue on the tip of my cock.

Slowly and almost lovingly he started to lick the length of my semi-hard dick. As I got hard he started to suck the head of my dick and I started to grow weak in the knees but I spread my legs a bit so that he could worship my cock and balls better. When he was satisfied that I was hard he looked up at me and said, “Let’s fuck.”

He stood up and grabbed my hand. He lead me up the spiral staircase into his bedroom. Some of the heat in the room was coming from the unlit fireplace. He pushed the duvet out of the way before he pushed me onto the bed. I was near its center before he climbed on top of me and he positioned himself so that I could either suck him, play with his tender balls or give his ass a tonguing.

I chose to give his ass a long and loving tongue bath. With each flick of my tongue on his rosebud, I heard a slow moan. With each tender bit of his ass cheeks, he sucked stronger and I knew that he could easily get me to blow a load. He had me rock hard and close when he relented and gave his ass crack a quick swipe of my day-old beard.

At some point, while he was sucking me, he found the zip lock pack in one of the chaps pockets which had lube and a condom in it since the next thing I heard was him saying, “Time to get the Groove on”. It took me a second before I realized he was talking about the condom in the pack. I heard him tear the packaging before I felt him slipping the sheath on my dick.

I slipped from under him and started to think about how to mount him first but he had already chosen the position that he wanted for me to fuck him, doggie style. On one of the nightstands was a bottle of lube, a towel and some quick cleaning wipes. Not sure if all of this was for me or for someone else I placed the towel under him and grabbed the lube to lather his rosebud properly.

I positioned myself between his legs and slowly feed his hole my hard cock. Not everyone can deal with my cock for the first time, it's not its length but its girth. He was moaning by the time I was balls deep and slowly pulling out for my second stroke. I was taking things slowly when he said, “Give me that hard drive of yours, I want to feel you update my system.

He wanted it hard, I would give it to him hard slamming back in till I heard my balls slap into his. As my pace quickened, I grabbed the back strap of his chaps and I could feel him pushing back to meet each of my strokes. We both let go and gave in to our primal passions as I pounded his ass full of hard cock. He then started to tighten his ass around my cock and I could feel that I was close.

With a final thrust, I grabbed his hair and blow my load. Even with my weight on him he had arranged the towel and had lubed his cock. Though I had cum, he told me to keep fucking him as he stroked himself toward his load. At one point, my not limp cock slipped out of his ass and I grabbed the cleaning wipes first to clean his ass before he rolled onto his back.

Alright, I am a boy scout but it was far easier than him having to clean his sheets. I am a guest after all. He wanted to kiss and for me to play with his nipples as he worked his hard cock. I could tell that when he came his orgasm was deep and full from his moaning. I helped to clean him up before asking, “Was the update successful?”

I was a while before he spoke but he was fully back in control, “You can update my system like that any time you want, Tech support call or not.” and he gave me a long-smouldering kiss. He showed me where the bathroom was before heading back to the living room.

Refreshed I joined him on the sofa and we cheered each other with a rather fine Scotch. As I watched the flames I heard him remark that this was the best tech support call that he had had in ages. It was certainly the most unexpected but I could arrange it that I was the only one who serviced this site if he wanted it. That night I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around him with us still clad in our leathers in his bed and under the duvet.

Halfway through a leathered breakfast, the light flickered again to signify that the house was back on the grid and my service call had come to an end. We exchanged personal contact information and I dressed for the drive back. Before leaving I gave him a long kiss and invited him to my place the next time he ventured into the city.

On the way back to the office I called in to log the rough time that the service call ended and enquired when the next quarterly update was for the site was. Without thinking, I volunteered to spend the weekend doing the update. I was thinking of several nights in Stewart’s arms and bed with me bringing something. Forget Wine, women and song. I was thinking of wine, one man and sex.

I wonder, does he like scallops?