I have an "almost" story. I had set up an cable tv repair Saturday morning appointment but I never expected a knock at the door at 7:45am. I ran to the door in the old-school short-short-short gym shorts I had been sleeping in, no shirt, no underwear or jock, and full of morning wood. This young dark-tanned surfer dude asks what my repair problem is, and he keeps staring in my eyes, then catching a big-eyed look at my crotch about every half-minute. I turn get tv on, standing up to adjust the channel. He faces me, in front of the tv screen , and sits crosslegged on the floor, with his face at my crotch level. As he adjusted the tv front panel controls, he kept gazing up the open legs of my shorts. Right at my cock. Just as I thought things were going to get interesting, he got a call from his dispatcher, and he went outside to check something on his truck. He came back about a half hour later and said he thought he'd fixed the problem at a connector box. He shook my hand and gave me a job sheet, then left, but glanced back with big eyes before he turned to go. I often wonder what fun things might have happened if his phone hadn't rung...