The Repairman
It was a hot, sleepy July day in South Carolina.The temperature was way up in the high-90's and the air was still, like before a storm. I was home from work early that day, and I just wanted to relax with a cold beer. But things never work out like we expect. Today was the day my tired old fridge finally had a heart-attack and died. I kicked the damn thing a couple of times and cursed a bit, as you do,  and then I picked up the yellow-pages and dialled "Jims Speedy Repair Services". I sure hoped they could fix me up because I needed that cold drink.....
The Repairman from Jims was young, maybe 23 or 24. I watched him as he worked in the kitchen, his cap pushed back on his curly black hair and the muscles of his fore-arms shifting smoothly under his tanned skin. His eyes were hazel, flecked with gold and there was something about the way he looked at me. Like he knew. I said something dumb like ...  .. "Its hot as hell in here today... you can take your shirt off while you work if you want " .. and I put my hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscles tense and then slowly relax. That was when he reached his hand back and gently, almost shyly,  touched me ..
Just one touch, thats all it took on that steamy July afternoon. He turned and looked at me with those soft hazel eyes for the longest time, and then without a word he kissed me. His skin was warm and smelled of summer. His tongue was hot and urgent ...
Maybe it was the heat....I don't know... but we both went kind of crazy. I was ripping at his white T-shirt and his hands were fumbling at the belt of my jeans.. and all of the time our mouths were glued together in the hottest, sweetest, dirtiest kiss. I felt his strong fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock, squeezing me as we kissed. The blood was pounding in my temples and my heart was thudding like a jack-hammer. But I couldn't stop....I didn't want to stop...