The Repair Man

Although my air conditioner hadn't worked up for over a month and I had complained to the landlord several times, the knock on the door at eight A.M. came as a surprise. I had been up working on the "new" look for the web magazine until two in the morning and was sound asleep. I guess I would have just ignored the knocking but it didn't stop. Finally wearing only a pair of small tight fitting red plaid boxer shorts, I answered the door.

"Yes?" I mumbled as I opened the door and found myself looking in the brown eyes of an old man wearing a light blue work shirt with "Appliance Service" stitched over the pocket and a dark blue pair of shorts and big work boots.

"I'm here for the air conditioner." The old man said as I noticed the dark hair on the exposed portion of his chest matching his full head of dark hair, with highlights of gray around the temples.

"Kind of early, aren't you?" I mumbled as I opened to door wider and stepped back.

"Maybe for you but not for me. It was come here at eight or wait another week. You want me to come back later, I will... next week." The old man said as he paused to wait for my answer before entering the apartment.

"No, no! Today is fine. Just that I was up late last night." I said as the old man walked in. I couldn't help but notice what nice hairy legs he had for a man his age. I figured him to be sixty-seven or older.

"Where's the air conditioner?" The old repairman asked impatiently as he gave me a quick piercing glance.

"In the bedroom. This way." I told him and lead him into the bedroom.

"Damn, that's an old unit. Bet it eats a lot of electricity?" The old man said as he approached the wall unit. Then as he started examining the air conditioner, I notice him glance at the top of the chest-of-drawers beside in. Shit! He sees Hot Spots. Well he knows I'm gay now!

I don't know why it bothered me. Usually I was glad to proclaim my gayness to any old man that would look my way, but the old repairman's body language yelled "straight" and he was grumpy enough that I didn't want to tangle with him. Anyway, I certainly didn't want it to get back to my landlord that the old queer in apartment # 3 made a pass at his repair man!

"Fucking trash." I heard the old man mumble as he bent down to examine the air conditioner. I just ignored his comments as I stood nearby and watched. The old man opened the cover of the unit and started playing around with the knobs. Then he stopped and turned to stare at me.

I swear I didn't realize that my big dick was poking out of the fly of my shorts. I wear boxer shorts when I am at home and I have gained a lot of weight since I purchased them. I guess I'm so use to my fly being gapped and my dick half hanging out that I no longer even notice it. Well when I glanced down at saw what the old man was eyeing, I turned red with embarrassment. I quickly reached down and stuffed my dick inside my boxer shorts.

"Why do queers always have big dicks?" The old man mumbled so low that I wasn't sure that I heard him. Then he said out loud. "Probably the compressor."

"Can you fix it?" I asked.

The old man turned at look directly at me. "It ain't a question of whether I can fix it or not. The question is whether it is worth fixing?" He seemed to glance at the fly of my boxer shorts.

I glanced down and again found my dick half way out of my fly. I tried to act nonchalant as I reached down at pushed it back inside. "My landlord is pretty tight with a buck." I said.

"Well, I can repair it." The old man said. Then he turned as thought searching for something. His eyes seemed to lock on the bathroom. "Mind if I take a piss?" He asked nodding his head toward the bathroom to the right.

"No go ahead." I said.

I expected the old man to shut the door when he entered the bathroom, but he didn't. He just walked up to the toilet and unzipped his dark blue shorts. "I got an old compressor in the truck that might work." He said as he pulled out his dick.

"Great." I said as I eyed the short circumcised dick he was holding. "It gets as hot as hell in here that why I wear the boxer shorts." I added as I watched a strong stream of piss shoot form his dick.

"Maybe you should buy a little bigger pair. Seems they are too small for that big dick of yours." The old man said as he glance at me. "You are gay aren't you?" He added out of the blue.

"Yea." I answered without even thinking.

"Thought so. Wilton Manors is full of quee... gays." The old man said as the piss stopped flowing from his short thick dick. "Almost ever house I go into the tenants or owners are gay. Damn shame this used to be a nice family town." The old man added as he started shaking his dick back and forth.

"I guess it has changed around here." I said not knowing what else to say.

"What were you up doing so late last night? Sucking someone's cock?" He old man asked as he stared down at his dick.

I was so taken aback I didn't answer.

Suddenly the old man turned toward me with his dick still sticking out of his shorts.

"You want to suck it? I've always wanted to see how it felt to have my dick sucked by a man." He added as he stood there shaking his dick back and forth as it swelled up.

Even though the old man's words irritated me, I couldn't stop myself from entering the bathroom and kneeling down in front of him.

"Don't get the notion that I'm queer." The old man said looking down as I reached out and took hold of his beautiful dick. "I'm married." He said as I fondled his short thick cut dick. "And I fuck her all the time." He added as I closed my lips around his pale cut dick. "Damn! That feels wonderful. Yea!" The old man exclaimed as I easily deep throated his short thick dick.

I loved the taste of the old man's dick. It was fresh and masculine. His body smelt slightly of sweat as I pressed my nose against his open fly as I deep throated his dick.

"Wait let me pull my balls out." The old man pulled back causing his dick to slip out of my mouth. He reached into his fly and pulled out a set of low gangers. "Suck them. I try to get my wife to suck my balls but she won't." The old man said as he grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face back to his crotch.

I took one of his hairy balls in my mouth and suck gently on it. The old man moaned. I sucked harder. He cried out and started shaking all over. I worked him into a frenzy as I moved back and forth from one of his hairy balls to the other and then back again.

Suddenly I stood up and jerked my boxer shorts down. My long fat dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick.

"Damn! What A dick! Shit, I bet my wife couldn't take that thing up her pussy. GOD! Is it thick." The old man said as I walked back up to him until my dick was touching him. "Hell, makes my dick look small." He added.

Then he surprised me by reaching down and grabbing hold of my dick. "you're uncircumcised." He said as he pulled my foreskin back exposing my big dick head. He started jacking my dick hard and fast. "GOD! I would love to have a dick the size of yours." He said looking into my eyes.

I took hold of the old man's dick and started jacking his as he pumped my foreskin back and forth over the head of my dick. I liked the feel of his rough workman hand on my dick. Just seeing his hair arm moving back and forth as he jacked me turned me on.

"Turn around." The old man said. "And bend over and grab the sink. I going to fuck me a queer." He said.

I wanted the old straight man to fuck me. I wanted to feel his pussy-poking dick inside of me. But I paused long enough to pull a tub of KY out of the medicine cabinet. "Here put some of this on your dick." I told the old man. Then I leaned over and grabbed the sink, jetting my butt in his direction.

A moment latter I felt his slippery dick head pressing against my asshole. "Take my dick your fucking queer." The old man said almost angrily as he rammed his dick into me.

I stiffened up from the searing pain of his brutal entry. "My old dick isn't so small after all is it?" The old man said as he pulled his dick half way out of me and slammed it back inside my asshole. I called out and tightened my grip on the sink as the old man started fucking me as hard and fast as I could ever remember being fucked.

"You like my dick?" The old man said as he slapped my ass while he pumped his dick in and out of me.

"Yes, fuck me. Make me yours." I answered.

"Fucking queer. Big dick fucking queer." The old man said as he fucked me harder and faster. "But damn, you've got one hot pussy." He added as he reached around me and grabbed my dick while still fucking me.

I went crazy while the old straight man fucked and jacked me at the same time. I wanted to turn around and kiss him. But I knew better.

"I'm cuming!" The old man cried out suddenly.

I pushed my ass against his crotch driving his sperm-squirting dick as deep inside me as it would go. I felt his hot cum fill my asshole.

Then the old man jerked his dick out of me and I turned around and grabbed my dick and started to jacking it as fast as I could as he stepped back and watched me. I shot off on the tile floor of the bathroom with the old man watching.

What followed was a brief awkward moment. Then I scooped up my boxer shorts and put them on as the old man stuffed his dick and balls back into his dark blue shorts.

"I'll go out and get that compressor from the truck." He said and hurried out of the bathroom.

I went into the kitchen and started making a pot of coffer. When I heard the old man come back inside I stuck my head around the corner. "You want so coffee?"

"No, I got to hurry and get to a condo down on the beach. But thanks." He said and even smiled.

I let him alone as I fixed myself some fried eggs and toast. I was just finishing eating when he came out of the bedroom.

"Well it working now." The said as he pushed a screwdriver into his tool belt. "Should get good and cold in the bedroom now."

"Thanks... and I enjoy it." I said. "You want my telephone number. Maybe when you're in the neighborhood you could give me a call and stop by?" I said as I reached for a pen and quickly scribbled my phone number on as piece of the newspaper and then ripped the section off. "Here." I said.

The old man hesitated. "I ain't no queer." He said as he reached out and took the small scrap of paper.

"Will you call me when you're in the neighborhood?" I asked.

"Maybe. We'll see." He said as he stuffed the paper in his front shirt pocket.

"Thanks again." I said as I watched him walked to the front door and open it.

The old man paused. "Yea, maybe I'll call you." He said and then was gone.