Thursday, March 09, 2006

Almost

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!

16 comments:

dave in cleveland said...

damn dude was that really the furnace repair man...no way would i have ever let that one slip.....hot hot hot

jetboy747 said...

I've never heard of such a luscious erotic furnace problem. I want to awake to smoldering wires.

But I think fantasizing about what might have happened can be more stimulating than what could have happened in reality. The fantasy can now continue unabated.

In reality, he could have slugged you one.

Stephen said...

dave in cleveland, the pics happen to be from a Google search and a model from BukBuddies but the actual repairman could have easily past for him, hot looks and a great personality, almost made it worth paying the bill.

jetboy747, I agree, fantasizing about what might have happened can be very stimulating and probably alot safer come to think of it. But I don't think my gaydar was off on this one but we'll never know....

dave in cleveland said...

might have to have him come out for a recheck, maybe somethings smoldering again...lol

Kelly said...

what is the name and number of that service company and do they have an outlet in richmond,va...hehee

woe said...

I suspect your gaydar was on the money. Your writing as always is superlative. What a riveting evocative account of your repairman experience.

Mr. Brian said...

I take it the pictures you posted aren't of him....and I was so hoping to see the repairman you let get away.

Jamie said...

And here I was thinking that you told the guy just what you were up too and he allowed you to take pics of him...:(

Oh well...maybe something else will start to smolder and you can call him back and get real pictures of him, eh??

Have a good weekend!

Spider said...

Well, well, well Stephen... keep his number handy - if you are REALLY interested, give him a call back and ask if he can come back out and check things out... YOU DOG YOU!

Rob said...

Hot! What a story -- you have such a wonderful gift in the way you convey thoughts and ideas, Stephen. You lucky dog, you! And no, I can guarantee your gaydar was not off. If he hadn't been at least a little interested in you himself, he would NOT have sat next to you on the sofa when there were other options in the room. This could be a story still in development. I agree with the others - he should come back for a follow-up call...love you buddy...thanks for the stimulating, evocative story...yum!

Anonymous said...

had to come back for another look...sweeeeeeeeeeeet

Steve said...

That's hot! It's kinda funny, too, because the first thing I notice about a guy are his hands... including if he's wearing a wedding band. And, why the f**k can't a hot repairman and/or cable guy come to my house once?!? Just once?!?

Jason-M said...

Is it possible you don't want to mess around with married guys??

Derek said...

You know I used to have this fantasy a lot when I was a teenager.

Hypoxic said...

Damn, I go away for a week and what do I came back to LOL

Great post as usual!

Six Shooter said...

Yeah, I think you might need to have him come out and check your wires again ...

and then you can check his ...

(if only he had left something behind ... like a wire-snips or something ...)