"The Heating Tech, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Adult
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My heat pump, the one inside the trapdoor in the laundry room was not working. The weather outside was twenty degrees so I really needed to get it fixed. I knew it would blow my budget, but what could I do?
I looked in Craigs list and found a listing that somehow appealed to me. It emphasized that it was a family owned company that provided careful service. I called the number and an older voice answered. I described the problem.
"I'll send a technician today with a window of one to three PM."
One PM promptly I answered the door. There stood a big guy, maybe six feet four or so. He had a muscular body but a boyish face. He smiled showing lovely white teeth. And held out a big hand, saying "I'm William."
I felt enveloped by a warm, smooth mitt. I luxuriated too long before replying, "I'm Jeff. It's my heater."
"Yeah, I know," he said smiling again and allowing his eyes to crinkle.
"Where is your heater?"
Something about his deep, mellow voice and the almost double entendre of his question got my mind slipping down to my buzzing crotch.
"Follow me," I said, but could have added: "Into the bedroom."
I pointed to the trap door and the young guy just reached up and moved the door. It's a definite advantage to be tall in his job.
"I have to get up there. I'm going to my truck to get a step ladder."
I nodded but I loved the way these butch guys' voice softens when they say 'my truck' like the old westerns said, 'My horse."
He returned and climbed up and stood on the ladder, his upper body into the crawl space but his trunk and legs there for my delectation. And I enjoyed very hot-eyed search of his lower parts.
Big feet in rough stained high top suede shoes. Cute falling down white sweat socks, nice. His legs were full, especially those heavy thighs. I am a sucker for ballooning thighs.
He turned a bit and now I could enjoy his powerful, full ass cheeks. His position pulled his pants tight over the crack.
As I stared at his lower body I thought of my pal in high school. I'm twenty five now but I am still drawn to big guys.
He descended the ladder. "Unit's shot, has to be replaced. Let me get my book and I can give you a price."
"How long will it take to get a new one.?"
He grinned happily. Oh my heart, oh my ass cheeks clenching.
"I have one in my truck."
"Great."
He returned. While he was gone I tried to guess the cost. It turned out that it was less than a thought. I was in love. I also enjoyed the view of his full lower arms, the blond hairs on the muscled skin of baby-smooth, pinkish white skin.
I signed the order and he went out to his truck. I watched from the window. He took off his uniform shirt and revealed a thin white tee shirt. Now his upper arm muscles were in full display, especially as he hefted the unit on his shoulders and reentered the house.
Speaking with a grunt in his voice from the effort of carrying the pump, he said, "This unit is the bester on the market."
I thought about his unit. How was it. But I was distracted as he stood below the opening to the crawl space and pushed the heat pump up unto the upper flooring. As he did it, his tee shirt lifted and his pants lowered exposing a large area of boyish flesh. I could see the beginning of his ass cleft and the dimples on each side above that. He was one beauty.
As I stared freely one foot that he had lifted had trouble in finding the ladder step. I grabbed it and put in on the step. "Thanks," came muffled from above.
Then came the most beautiful words in the English language, at least to me at that moment, "Can you hold me steady until I get the connections on the old unit off
"Sure," I said loudly and I wrapped my arms around his legs, at the knees and pressed my aching crotch against the backs.
I felt his body shifting and his head appeared, looking down on me and smiling. "Thanks," he said.
Was that a slight bulge in his fly area? It was hard to be sure since his tan chinos were pretty full naturally.
Then I did something that might really get me in trouble but I'm weak, especially for blond giants with heavenly faces and boyish smiles, I put my palm on the spot I felt his own heater was nested.
There was something in there thas not a soft tube. Itwas snaked downward, held by his tight underwear. Since he made no reaction to my hand I moved it up and down.
I felt his body move and his head reappeared. Immediately I spoke, "Is this okay?"
"I just got out of the navy and joined Pop's company. I know about this stuff."
Sweet words. I husked out, "Stay just as you are. Keep working, if you can."
His shoulders and head popped back into the opening.
I reached for the zipper. His wide belt made it a task but I was able to get hold up the tab and slowly moved it downward.
End Part One