The Repair Man Cometh
I know, I used to let stuff happen to me, most of it good , some not so. Living at home, I got stuck with the house work and other chores, which wasn't bad as I didn't have to pay rent and all. When our laundry tandem of washer/dryer went "tits up" at the same time we had to call for a repairman to come by. Mom went to work and I was stuck at the house until the guy could show. It was a hot day outside as I recall, despite wearing shorts and a Tee the heat felt somewhat oppressive. I'd just finished putting away the last of the dishes when the doorbell rang. .
When I opened the door he was standing there in the standard uniform except he was wearing shorts, which was unusual back in the day. Late forties, early fifties I figure, what threw me was he had a full head of white hair and I could see a shock of white chest hair as well. He looked me over and I don't think he was to impressed with what he saw. I had truly forgotten he was coming but let him in. I'd meant to move some of the piles of clothing in the Laundry room so he could work easier and when we got to the laundry room door I asked him to give me a few moments to clear it out.
Finally I got things situated and he dug into his work. Me having nothing to hold my interest hovered in the laundry room doorway . I guess it wasn't going right, whatever, he occasionally muttered to himself and swore a couple of times. Each time he'd glance in my direction. Finally he sat back on his heels staring daggers at the machinery with his hands on his thighs. HIs shirt was literally soaked from his efforts and I could see his anger growing. Without a word I went to the kitchen got a glass and a bottle of beer.
When I returned to the laundry room I handed it to him, he looked at me. "I'm not allowed he said," staring at the beer. "Who's going to tell you had one," I asked? He stood up and took the beer, as he sucked down half the bottle I went in front of him and grabbed the broom sitting in the corner. 'Might be a bit cooler if you took your shirt off I said" He smiled "yeah baby' and sucked down the last of the beer. Without ceremony he pulled off his shirt and undershirt. I stared at his hairy chest, white hair and all. he reminded me on someone I knew in High School, I shook my head took bottle and glass back to the kitchen.
I probably should have left him alone then but I went back and took station at the laundry room doorway. After the beer he seemed to make headway and was in a better mood. He even talked with me a bit. I told him about mom not coming home until morning and I'd probably spend the rest of the evening doing the laundry. He sipped the beer this time, stood in the doorway, as I slid past him I felt it, like a soft bar in his pants rubbing against my passing ass. I said nothing but smiled as I glanced over my shoulder. To soon after that he finished, I got him another beer and he stayed as I tried out the washer loading it and starting it up, suddenly he was behind me with his arms wrapped tightly around me, he kissed my shoulder slowly sliding his way to my neck, then he nibbled on my ear. With one arm pinned to my side I slid the other behind me between us. My fingers found and wrapped around his turgid member. Slowly he pushed me forward over the now operating washing machine. He leaned a bit away from me and ran his hand up the back of my shirt, then lightly down my back across my hips and pushed my shirts down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them he kissed his way down my back and across my ass.
He kissed, and licked, allowed his tongue to feather caress my crack, I remember almost doing a dance as I felt him slide his hand beneath my scrotum and pull my very hard penis back between my legs. He spread my legs to give himself better access and I felt his lips close over the head of my penis, his tongue swirling first one way then the other. I let out the occasional moan as I stood on my toes trying to slow the urgency that would cause me to explode with pleasure. Suddenly he free'd me allowing my phallus to hang in the coolness of the air, but his mouth and lips closed over my balls and I could feel his tongue separating and slithering in the confines of my sack. One hand squeezed and stretched my penis, the other hand slid between my ass cheeks. his thumb stopping to tap at my rosebud "Oh, I managed to moan as he tapped, tap, taped outside, pressuring, but not entering. It was a tease and I felt myself trying to get him to enter, he however resisted.
Suddenly he turned me, leaned me back over the washing machine and swooped down over my penis. I let out a moan as he deep throated me. To the base then pulling back leaving me wet and dripping as his head rotated in circles of pleasure. I could hear myself audibly moaning as the passion built. Like a glowing ember being fanned, shutting out the pleasure of his hand squeezing and pinching my nipples, or the one squeezed at the base of my cock, it slowly grew more and more insistent. I tried to hold it back, tried to mentally squash it, but like water slipping over a damn it burst forth with the force of a fire hose. "Oh, oh,, oh, i could near myself moaning, oooohhhh fuck. I held onto his head, I'd somehow managed to get my legs over his shoulders and I slid slowly down to the floor with him smiling at me.
Needless to say we were both covered in sweat and I got up and went down to the bathroom and got the last two clean towels and ran hot water over one. I turned around and he was standing in the bathroom doorway. I handed him the dry towel, then stepped in from of him and began to wipe him down with the hot towel. He laughed and held his arms out shoulder height. "it's been a while he said, quietly" 'God that feels good, I didn't respond. When I got to his waist I opened and pushed down his shorts, he was going "commando" he was flaccid and his junk moved in whatever direction I was rubbing. I opened the laces on his boots and he stepped out of them and left his shorts on the floor.
He watched as I threw our towels into the nearby laundry basket, I took his hand as I moved past him and we entered my nearby room. Somehow I worked him onto the middle of the bed, and slid pillows up behind him. Slowly, carefully I worked my way from his neck to his groin, where I really went to work. I held nothing back, finally I allowed him to reach "nirvana", and as he lay on the bed with a satisfied look I went to the laundry room and moved the clothes I'd washed to the dryer and his sweat soaked shirts into the washer. From the refrigerator I got him another beer and told him what I'd done. He shrugged and lay back and he sipped on his beer.
As we lay there he talked about how this was the "repairman's fantasy", getting laid on a call. As we talked I played with the white hair on his chest and kept rubbing down across his stomach to his groin. Before long he placed his beer onto the table beside the bed and pulled me to him. We kissed, briefly, I pulled away and started working my way down that hairy chest. licking and squeezing his nipples, he in turn rubbed, squeezed and licked what of me he could. Eventually we wound up in a sixty-nine position, but I pulled away before I could climax, rotated my body and sucked him until he pulled me up over him. I was kneeling between his legs and he worked his way behind me and lay me on my stomach. He forced my legs apart and worked my back and sides with his hands.
It felt good, as I remember, when he was kissing my lower back I started raising my ass from the bed. I almost lost my mind when his tongue started to lick bit by bit between the kisses that seemed to seep towards my center. I let out an audible moan when his lips surrounded my rosebud and gently sucked, I rhythmically lifted and moaned as his tongue danced around the outside then began to penetrate me. He tongued across my taint, as he slid a finger into my rear passage, he licked my balls and inserted the second digit I could hear myself moaning as his lips closed over my dick. As he worked his head around I spread my legs farther. I don't ever remember feeling anything like this in my past, fingers dipping and dodging in my rear, lips slipping and sliding over my dick.
Suddenly he pulled away, I felt his tongue go wetly from my taint to my lower back, then again and I lifted and opened myself, the third time I felt him pushing his fingers back inside. No, wait, not fingers, I felt him opening me, slowly, insistently, then thoroughly. I could feel my insides sliding along his stalk, my opening tight around him. His hips were tight against mine as he rocked slowly from side to side. "Are you okay, he asked softly? I nodded, and he began to work hips in small circles. It was tight, he was deep inside of me. The circles slowly grew, as did their insistence. Uuummmm, I moaned, softly at first, the speed and intensity of our movements grew and I became louder as well. The slap, slap, slap of hips colliding grew, my legs waved behind us as I tried to raise up and increase the friction of our movements. "Shhhhush, he suddenly said and wrapped himself tightly around me. He forced me down flat onto the mattress. He rolled slowly, gently deeply buried inside me. He shifted, without exiting me, he took ahold of my hips and lifted me into a kneeling position, I felt him step over my legs, our only contact was his phallus and my asshole. And it felt good. He reached down, grabbed a pillow and slid it under my stomach, the other pillow beneath my face. I heard him take a deep breath, and it began again.
The first few strokes were slow and gentle, then he bore down. It was rough, but at the same time sensual as we made the bed bounce, the mattress sing as we did our horizontal dance. I buried my head in the pillow like a swimmer, turning my head to get some air as my partner rode me like a stallion. This wasn't love of any type, it was lust. I heard myself let out a yelp or two, an Oh, oh yes. And I swear, before I knew it, I was oozing my own juices onto the sheets beneath me. Then to my surprise I had a full on orgasm. Not some seeper, drop by drop rivulets, but a mercurial blast. As I shook from stem to stern, my partner seriously dropped flat on my back . I could feel the surges with in as he emptied himself into me. For moments we both lay prone atop the bed. Eventually we separated, I got him another beer, moved his shirts to the dryer and started another load of laundry. I remember my butt was sore for a couple of days afterward, I'd never done anything like that before, not at home anyway. I also felt quite satisfied as I watched him climb into his truck and pull away. Ahhh for the good ole days.
When I opened the door he was standing there in the standard uniform except he was wearing shorts, which was unusual back in the day. Late forties, early fifties I figure, what threw me was he had a full head of white hair and I could see a shock of white chest hair as well. He looked me over and I don't think he was to impressed with what he saw. I had truly forgotten he was coming but let him in. I'd meant to move some of the piles of clothing in the Laundry room so he could work easier and when we got to the laundry room door I asked him to give me a few moments to clear it out.
Finally I got things situated and he dug into his work. Me having nothing to hold my interest hovered in the laundry room doorway . I guess it wasn't going right, whatever, he occasionally muttered to himself and swore a couple of times. Each time he'd glance in my direction. Finally he sat back on his heels staring daggers at the machinery with his hands on his thighs. HIs shirt was literally soaked from his efforts and I could see his anger growing. Without a word I went to the kitchen got a glass and a bottle of beer.
When I returned to the laundry room I handed it to him, he looked at me. "I'm not allowed he said," staring at the beer. "Who's going to tell you had one," I asked? He stood up and took the beer, as he sucked down half the bottle I went in front of him and grabbed the broom sitting in the corner. 'Might be a bit cooler if you took your shirt off I said" He smiled "yeah baby' and sucked down the last of the beer. Without ceremony he pulled off his shirt and undershirt. I stared at his hairy chest, white hair and all. he reminded me on someone I knew in High School, I shook my head took bottle and glass back to the kitchen.
I probably should have left him alone then but I went back and took station at the laundry room doorway. After the beer he seemed to make headway and was in a better mood. He even talked with me a bit. I told him about mom not coming home until morning and I'd probably spend the rest of the evening doing the laundry. He sipped the beer this time, stood in the doorway, as I slid past him I felt it, like a soft bar in his pants rubbing against my passing ass. I said nothing but smiled as I glanced over my shoulder. To soon after that he finished, I got him another beer and he stayed as I tried out the washer loading it and starting it up, suddenly he was behind me with his arms wrapped tightly around me, he kissed my shoulder slowly sliding his way to my neck, then he nibbled on my ear. With one arm pinned to my side I slid the other behind me between us. My fingers found and wrapped around his turgid member. Slowly he pushed me forward over the now operating washing machine. He leaned a bit away from me and ran his hand up the back of my shirt, then lightly down my back across my hips and pushed my shirts down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them he kissed his way down my back and across my ass.
He kissed, and licked, allowed his tongue to feather caress my crack, I remember almost doing a dance as I felt him slide his hand beneath my scrotum and pull my very hard penis back between my legs. He spread my legs to give himself better access and I felt his lips close over the head of my penis, his tongue swirling first one way then the other. I let out the occasional moan as I stood on my toes trying to slow the urgency that would cause me to explode with pleasure. Suddenly he free'd me allowing my phallus to hang in the coolness of the air, but his mouth and lips closed over my balls and I could feel his tongue separating and slithering in the confines of my sack. One hand squeezed and stretched my penis, the other hand slid between my ass cheeks. his thumb stopping to tap at my rosebud "Oh, I managed to moan as he tapped, tap, taped outside, pressuring, but not entering. It was a tease and I felt myself trying to get him to enter, he however resisted.
Suddenly he turned me, leaned me back over the washing machine and swooped down over my penis. I let out a moan as he deep throated me. To the base then pulling back leaving me wet and dripping as his head rotated in circles of pleasure. I could hear myself audibly moaning as the passion built. Like a glowing ember being fanned, shutting out the pleasure of his hand squeezing and pinching my nipples, or the one squeezed at the base of my cock, it slowly grew more and more insistent. I tried to hold it back, tried to mentally squash it, but like water slipping over a damn it burst forth with the force of a fire hose. "Oh, oh,, oh, i could near myself moaning, oooohhhh fuck. I held onto his head, I'd somehow managed to get my legs over his shoulders and I slid slowly down to the floor with him smiling at me.
Needless to say we were both covered in sweat and I got up and went down to the bathroom and got the last two clean towels and ran hot water over one. I turned around and he was standing in the bathroom doorway. I handed him the dry towel, then stepped in from of him and began to wipe him down with the hot towel. He laughed and held his arms out shoulder height. "it's been a while he said, quietly" 'God that feels good, I didn't respond. When I got to his waist I opened and pushed down his shorts, he was going "commando" he was flaccid and his junk moved in whatever direction I was rubbing. I opened the laces on his boots and he stepped out of them and left his shorts on the floor.
He watched as I threw our towels into the nearby laundry basket, I took his hand as I moved past him and we entered my nearby room. Somehow I worked him onto the middle of the bed, and slid pillows up behind him. Slowly, carefully I worked my way from his neck to his groin, where I really went to work. I held nothing back, finally I allowed him to reach "nirvana", and as he lay on the bed with a satisfied look I went to the laundry room and moved the clothes I'd washed to the dryer and his sweat soaked shirts into the washer. From the refrigerator I got him another beer and told him what I'd done. He shrugged and lay back and he sipped on his beer.
As we lay there he talked about how this was the "repairman's fantasy", getting laid on a call. As we talked I played with the white hair on his chest and kept rubbing down across his stomach to his groin. Before long he placed his beer onto the table beside the bed and pulled me to him. We kissed, briefly, I pulled away and started working my way down that hairy chest. licking and squeezing his nipples, he in turn rubbed, squeezed and licked what of me he could. Eventually we wound up in a sixty-nine position, but I pulled away before I could climax, rotated my body and sucked him until he pulled me up over him. I was kneeling between his legs and he worked his way behind me and lay me on my stomach. He forced my legs apart and worked my back and sides with his hands.
It felt good, as I remember, when he was kissing my lower back I started raising my ass from the bed. I almost lost my mind when his tongue started to lick bit by bit between the kisses that seemed to seep towards my center. I let out an audible moan when his lips surrounded my rosebud and gently sucked, I rhythmically lifted and moaned as his tongue danced around the outside then began to penetrate me. He tongued across my taint, as he slid a finger into my rear passage, he licked my balls and inserted the second digit I could hear myself moaning as his lips closed over my dick. As he worked his head around I spread my legs farther. I don't ever remember feeling anything like this in my past, fingers dipping and dodging in my rear, lips slipping and sliding over my dick.
Suddenly he pulled away, I felt his tongue go wetly from my taint to my lower back, then again and I lifted and opened myself, the third time I felt him pushing his fingers back inside. No, wait, not fingers, I felt him opening me, slowly, insistently, then thoroughly. I could feel my insides sliding along his stalk, my opening tight around him. His hips were tight against mine as he rocked slowly from side to side. "Are you okay, he asked softly? I nodded, and he began to work hips in small circles. It was tight, he was deep inside of me. The circles slowly grew, as did their insistence. Uuummmm, I moaned, softly at first, the speed and intensity of our movements grew and I became louder as well. The slap, slap, slap of hips colliding grew, my legs waved behind us as I tried to raise up and increase the friction of our movements. "Shhhhush, he suddenly said and wrapped himself tightly around me. He forced me down flat onto the mattress. He rolled slowly, gently deeply buried inside me. He shifted, without exiting me, he took ahold of my hips and lifted me into a kneeling position, I felt him step over my legs, our only contact was his phallus and my asshole. And it felt good. He reached down, grabbed a pillow and slid it under my stomach, the other pillow beneath my face. I heard him take a deep breath, and it began again.
The first few strokes were slow and gentle, then he bore down. It was rough, but at the same time sensual as we made the bed bounce, the mattress sing as we did our horizontal dance. I buried my head in the pillow like a swimmer, turning my head to get some air as my partner rode me like a stallion. This wasn't love of any type, it was lust. I heard myself let out a yelp or two, an Oh, oh yes. And I swear, before I knew it, I was oozing my own juices onto the sheets beneath me. Then to my surprise I had a full on orgasm. Not some seeper, drop by drop rivulets, but a mercurial blast. As I shook from stem to stern, my partner seriously dropped flat on my back . I could feel the surges with in as he emptied himself into me. For moments we both lay prone atop the bed. Eventually we separated, I got him another beer, moved his shirts to the dryer and started another load of laundry. I remember my butt was sore for a couple of days afterward, I'd never done anything like that before, not at home anyway. I also felt quite satisfied as I watched him climb into his truck and pull away. Ahhh for the good ole days.
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