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In my last two years of high school, the boy that lived next door drove me wild with lust. He was a year older than me and never even acknowledged my existence. After this family moved into the neighbourhood, seventeen-year-old Samuel and his hunky father were always busy in their garage fixing vehicles. His dad was simply too old for my taste but Samuel rang every bell in my body, and I tormented my dick fantasizing about him every night. I always imagined being fucked senseless over the hood, trunk, or on the back of a pickup that was being repaired in their garage. I visualized his huge knob protruding out of a dirty overall and his greasy hands pulling my butt cheeks open. Alas, nothing like that ever happened. I often wondered what Samuel would?ve thought if he knew how much spunk I unloaded in tribute to him.***After college, I first rented an apartment before finally buying my own house. Like a good boy I heeded my mother?s advice; ?always buy a shit place that you can fix, in a good area, rather than buy a great place in a shitty area.?The home needed a great deal of fixing and stressful as it was at times, the overall project was very gratifying. Eighteen months later when a realtor knocked on my front door and asked if I wanted to sell my house, I categorically told him that I wasn?t interested. He did, however, insist on giving me an appraisal just in case I did want to do so at a future date. I let him do his assessment and was elated when he informed me of the price I could get. Despite all the money I had spent thus far, I would still make a healthy profit.?Well done mom!? I thought.During the renovation period I had tradesmen coming and going continually. I never got inkling that any of the grimy hunks who came and went were even slightly interested in me. My artwork that consisted of explicit male nudes and the gay magazines and newspapers I left lying about, never sparked a bi-curious note in any of them. Sadly, I eventually realized that my ?skanky tradesmen fantasy,? was just a fucking myth. The genius that said that it pays to advertise didn?t know what he was talking about.***After I awoke at seven a.m. one Saturday morning, I switched my geyser on. I only did so for thirty minutes each day to save electricity. Shortly after doing so, I heard running water. After scouting around I saw water pouring out of an overflow pipe from my roof. Even an idiot like me realized that I had a geyser problem. After switching the geyser off I made myself a cup of coffee to calm down. As I sat sipping my Escort Haramidere (http://haramidere.t2bro.net) coffee I recalled that I had a brochure, which had been placed on my windscreen a while back, promoting all the local tradesmen in the area. After retrieving it I scanned the advertisements.I was relieved when I saw an advert for; ?Geyser Man.? The only other information given was a name, Alejandro, and a mobile number. When I phoned a very groggy voice answered. I explained my dilemma and was assured that he would be by in thirty minutes. Thirty-five minutes later there was a knock at my front door.Upon opening the door my jaw almost hit the floor. The personification of ?Latino butch? stood looking at me. With my heart pounding wildly I observed the masculine magnificence before me. He introduced himself as Jandro, an abbreviation of his name. Jandro was delectably skanky and his sexy brown eyes were bloodshot. He was quite chunky and his jet-black hair had obviously not seen a comb that morning. He had a thin moustache and what looked like two-day-old stubble on his chin. His t-shirt had obviously been worn the day before because there were distinct dry perspiration lines a few inches under each armpit, heralding a previous day?s toil. His jeans were grubby and the trainers on his feet had seen better days.Above all else, a breeze from behind Jandro overpowered my olfactory senses as never before and I literally felt my salivary glands in my head spinning with excitement. Right there and then, Samuel, the phantom lover from my youth was relegated to obscurity.After introducing me as Maddox, Jandro sheepishly apologized for his scruffiness, explaining that he had been to a hectic party the night before and without showering that morning had rushed over to sort my problem out. Smiling, I profusely thanked him for his great service and told him that I had no hassle with his appearance or odour. In fact, it took every fibre of my being not to scream that I was totally ecstatic with skanky deportment.Upon inviting him in my eyes focussed on his grubby hand as he lifted his toolbox. Again, my mind was sent into horny overload. Once indoors, he placed his toolbox down and awaited my further instructions.?Would you like a cup of coffee?? I asked.?Fuck, hombre, that will save my life,? he answered. By now, I was totally enthralled by his heavy Hispanic accent, which enhanced the macho vibe that was totally mesmerizing me.Indoors, his strong body smell became amplified, driving me to new heights of elation. İkitelli escort (http://ikitelli.t2bro.net) As I made his coffee he glanced around and asked if he could take a look at my artworks. ?Sure, no problem,? I answered.I watched him strutting around and looking at all my naked male paintings, there was no discernible reaction from him. Finally, he stopped and glanced at the gay magazines on my coffee table. Again, there was no overt reaction. When he joined me in the kitchen I handed him his coffee.?You know, I have a cousin who is also gay,? he matter-of-factly informed me, before resuming, ?But he?s not like you. He acts like a woman. From your art and books I can see you are gay, but if I met you on the street I wouldn?t guess that you were. Franco, my cousin? is a girly boy? a real queen,? he candidly concluded.At this point, I expected the standard sequence of events that always follows when heterosexual people learn that you are gay. To straights, generally, there seems to be a universal assumption that you and the other gay person they know are the only two homosexuals in the world and therefore, simply have to meet one another. To my great relief, this did not happen.Jandro then got down to business and told me that he hoped it was merely a thermostat problem, which was generally the case. Next, he got into the roof with his toolbox to have a look. Five minutes later when he descended the ladder, he told me that he had replaced the thermostat and that I should switch the geyser back on. After being in the roof Jandro appeared even scruffier than before and the former dry sweat patches under his arms had darkened into a moist stain. Magically, his strong pong had also ripened even further.We were both relieved when we didn?t hear running water after switching the geyser back on. ?I?ll wait with you for thirty minutes and then you can check if the water is hot enough,? he informed me.I was about to offer him another cup of coffee but instead, I asked, ?May I offer you a beer to sort out your hangover???Fuck, hombre, that?s a great idea,? he replied enthusiastically.After handing him his beer he looked out of my kitchen window and remarked on the pretty back garden. Although the house I had bought was in sore need of upgrading, the former owners had been meticulous gardeners. Both the front and back gardens of the house were beautiful. The back garden was surrounded by a dense six-foot high hedge, which afforded me great privacy. In the middle of the lawn, there was a large square rose Çapa escort bayan (http://capa.t2bro.net) bed that supplied me with indoor flowers throughout summer.?Do you mind if I go outside and have a proper look?? he asked.After replying in the affirmative I lead him outdoors. Jandro stood looking at the roses in awe, assuring me that he had never seen such a beautiful rose garden. As we stood there, the next question from him had me totally gobsmacked. ?Do you mind if I take a man-piss on your lawn??I almost choked as I answered, ?No, not at all.?To my total delight, Jandro did not turn around but merely angled his body forty-five degrees, before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing his underpants under his knob. I almost collapsed with excitement when a fat uncut cock and huge balls appeared, surrounded by a massive black bush of pubic hair.When he finished spraying his piss from side to side, he held his cock in the palm of his hand and asked, ?Do you mind if I ask your opinion on something???No, not at all,? I said practically choking.?My girlfriend says my dick looks like a flat fat fish,? he stated. Then, after a pause, he continued, ?Do you think it looks like a fish?? he earnestly asked.Having been invited I felt comfortable lowering my head to take a closer look. Jandro?s knob tapered to both ends. From its broad base, it expanded substantially to a very wide midsection, before tapering to a smaller uncut head. The shaft also appeared to be flatter, as opposed to round, and I could clearly see his girlfriend?s correlation.?Your girlfriend has a point,? I gingerly confirmed.Jandro nodded his head appreciatively, as if satisfied with the second opinion. Unfortunately, he then enclosed his dick back in his underpants, before buttoning up his jeans.When we returned to the kitchen I offered him another beer, which he gladly accepted. As we stood there counting down the minutes, he asked, ?Have you ever been with a woman???Sure. Twice, but I always knew I preferred guys,? I answered.I was about to cheekily ask him if he had ever had sex with a guy, but decided against it and opted for a more subtle approach. ?Do you have many gay customers?? I inquired.?Sure, quite a few,? he replied, with a shrug.?Do they ever come on to you?? I asked with a naughty grin.?Sure,? he answered, again shrugging. Then after a pause, he continued, ?Of course, most of them are older guys and really not my scene. But I always treat them with respect, telling them that I?m straight and have a jealous girlfriend.? Jandro said with a laugh, before again resuming, ?A month ago, however, a good looking guy with the same geyser problem as you begged me to fuck him. He wasn?t as good-looking as you, but quite hot? Before I knew what was happening he had his pants off and was bent over a sofa, pleading with me to fuck him,? Jandro concluded with a snigger.