Oh well, this weekend was one of those weekends where things went bump in the night. The AC quit, a scrapping noise, then nothing. Weekend calls are very expensive.
The technician that showed up on Monday was apologetic, you need a new system. Seems that nothing can get repaired any more. I thanked him and paid for the service call, called my neighbor who had an outfit do some work for him, and got an appointment. Steve came out, a man about my age, late fifties, very competent. He came down from the attic, he told me that the blower fan had lost a blade, he would replace the fan and get me back on my feet the next day.
We talked in the heat of the house under the overhead fan and he had been in AC for a long time, mostly commercial. At what point the cables got crossed I don’t know, Steve moved closer and kissed me. He told me he wanted some loving, man to man, lost so kissing and hugging. If I wanted he could top me, if not that was fine, he would make do with a hand job or a blowjob.
Lots of kissing, no shoes, no shirts, no trousers. His dick in my hand, my dick in his we kissed and got close to each other. It’s not that he’s handsome, he is all man though, a man who works with his hands and loves cock and a man beneath him. We ‘made love’ for a while until the urge overwhelmed him. What the fuck, I turned over onto my stomach, and Steve climbed on top and gave it to me. He was ‘competent’, ‘thorough’, ‘able’. He fucked me and I leaked out slowly. He finished with a kick, and rolled off. I quickly got a wet towel and cleaned his penis and sucked him.
Steve is active, has a network of friends he gets together with. I’m passive, in the closet, hide my desires from everyone. Steve woke me and I got fucked for it. Thank God, I needed that fucking. Steve ordered the part and he is coming this afternoon to install it. Maybe I’ll meet him half way, I am looking forward to seeing him.
