I awoke yesterday morning to the smell of smoldering wires burning, ever so faint, but still enough to alert me as I made my way to the bathroom. Standing at the toilet with my piss hardened dick in hand taking care of the more important task at hand, the smell lingered in the air, but it would have to wait, first things first. Now with a smile on my face and Stephen Jr. tucked back in all snug and warm, I began the search much like a blood hound on the trail of its prey. I sniffed the air, roaming the house first one room then the other, until I discovered the smell was coming from the furnace, no heat radiated from the ducts only the smell of smoldering wires, just what I needed. This wasn't how I wanted to spend my day off but there wasn't anything I could do about it and the best I could hope for was I'd be able to get a repairman out on short notice. As soon as they opened for business, I was on the phone and it must have been my lucky day, the repairman would be able to come within the hour, I just didn't know how lucky I was until I opened the door. Standing in the doorway, was the most handsomest man I've seen in a long time. I was standing there thinking no way in hell was this the repairman. This wasn't what I was expecting but there he was, hand extended, introducing himself and explaining he was a little early, hoping it wouldn't be a problem. Problem, what the hell, if I had known this guy would have been the repairman I would have torn the furnace up myself. There has always been something about a man's hand that just does something for me, it is one of the first things I notice. Well, it goes without saying, this guy had just the right kind of hands and the grip of his handshake was all it took. I was in lust.
Most of the time I would politely show the repairman to the problem and go about doing other things around the house but not this time. As ***** (that was his name) worked on the furnace, we talked. The tone of the conversation was more than one of perfect strangers and yes, I knew if I made the first move even though there was a wedding band present, something could, would happen.
In my mind's eye I could already see what ***** had hidden underneath the plaid button down shirt and tight jeans he wore. I thought about it, I seriouly thought about it, I would be lying if I said the thought didn't cross my mind more than once, but I let the opportunity slip through my hands. Even when the job was over and he chose to sit next to me on the sofa instead of one of the other empty chairs in the room, I still let the opportunity slip by. . . now today, I'm thinking what the HELL!