The Repairman

It all started for me when my dad sent me to my grandmother’s house one summer to have the heater repaired so we could sell her place. My parents had recently put my grandmother in a nursing home close to where we lived so they could make sure she was getting properly care for. Her house was a small cozy place located on 5 acres, but was about 80 miles away out in what I would call the middle of nowhere. My father had scheduled a repairman to meet me there at noon on Friday just before the long Fourth of July weekend.

When I arrived early, about 10 AM, it was already hot as hell outside. So I quickly peeled off my shirt and called my father to let him know I had gotten there safely. Normally I only wore shorts & sneakers and went shirtless during summers like most boys in my neighborhood did.

Since there was not a damn thing to do until the repairman arrived, I quickly rolled a joint and thought I would get high. I wasn’t a big pot-head by any means, but occasionally enjoyed partaking in the stuff like any other kid did. This female neighbor of ours, Denise, who was about 20 years my senior first turned me onto weed. Once she and I would get high after I got home from high school, we would go back into her bedroom and she would almost beg me to fuck her whenever her husband was out of town on business. Of course in order to keep my neighbor happy, I always agreed to her wishes. Getting high always made both of us super horny. And while fucking her as well as my girlfriend Sybil, was pretty good, I was still what you would call, “straight curious.” But the reality of it was I enjoyed by far looking at Internet pics of gay guys getting it on than I did straights.

Anyway I went out in my grandmother’s backyard and fired that puppy up. After I took about three drags, I extinguished it hoping to save most of the joint for later on. It wasn’t but about twenty minutes later when I looked out the window and saw the repairman pull up in his truck. He was almost an hour and a half early! When he knocked on the door, I quickly splashed some after-shave on hoping to obscure any pot stench that may have been on me. But I was pretty confident that he wouldn’t detect any odor cause I smoked the joint outside and there was a slight breeze blowing. I figured the repairman would be some old fat guy wearing oversized blue jeans that you could see his flat flabby ass when he bent over and was probably covered with sweat and grease.

But when I opened the door, the man had a friendly smile on his face, was very clean & crisp and pleasant looking . He quickly said, “Hi you must be Scott; my name is Barry. Your dad told me to come around noon, but I got finished early on my first job this morning so I thought I would stop by and see if you were already here”.

I quickly replied, “Hi Barry, nice to meet you--come on in,” as I opened the screen door.

When he passed through the doorway, he appeared to be almost exactly the same height as me--maybe a little shorter and was slightly pudgy, but certainly not fat by any means. The first thing I noticed like I always did on every guy was his ass. He had to have one of the cutest & sexiest butts I had ever laid eyes on, especially for a man his age. Two really hot buns stuck out slightly and were well rounded off in the rather tight jeans he was wearing. And while he was probably in his mid-forties, he had one of the most innocent and well preserved faces for a man his age. He wore standard wire frame glasses and combed his very short slightly wavey receding reddish-brown hair straight back. In a way, I found him to be kind of cute for a guy his age.

We hit it off immediately! I led him over to the utility room where the furnace was located and we talked mostly about sports while he looked it over. We were both huge Dallas Cowboys fans and talked about all the great games the team played in.

I was going to sit in the den and watch TV while he worked, but he seemed comfortable, even glad, to be having a conversation with me while he looked the furnace over.

Then I kind of chuckled and asked what people who lived around here did for excitement since there didn’t appear to be a damn thing to do. He looked at me for a second and then replied as he began to unscrew something in the furnace, “Well living out here isn’t so bad actually--I mean the city is only 80 miles away, there’s a bowling alley & movie theater right down road and mostly us folks get together on weekends sometimes and have a cookout with lots of ice cold beer,” as he chuckled back at me.

Then he said, “You know Scott, I knew that guy, Jim, who your grandma rented a room to for a while pretty well. I often chatted him in the mornings over at the Cross Corner Cafe (a cozy little restaurant about three miles down the road). What ever happened to him?

I hesitated for a moment, chuckled and then asked, “Well, do you really want to know?”

He looked at me, smiled, and replied, “sure,” as he went back to unscrewing a part.

I responded, “Well, according to my dad, Jim is gay and he went back to his boyfriend that he had been with for some thirty years down in Midland, Texas.”

He looked me over for a second and replied, “Ohhhhhhh, so that’s what happened to Jim---its no big deal, really-- I have a brother who is gay. He’s been with his partner for 22 years now---they live about five miles down the road.”

His reply kind of shocked me somewhat-- I mean he was so open about his brother given I felt living out in the county was probably the most conservative place on earth.

So I quickly replied, “You mean your brother lives all the way out here with his boyfriend--that’s kind of odd isn’t it?”

He chuckled again and replied, “ Well lots of gay people live out here, Scott--that guy who owns the Cross Corner Cafe is gay--and that large ranch you passed just before you got here--I’d say about five to ten of those ranch hands who work there are gay---and there is a gay couple who live about two miles west of here--there’s also three gay couples who live about five miles east of here--there’s also a couple of lesbians who live just south of here --and there are two gay couples who live about two miles north of here--and there’s at least two gay couples and three lesbians who live right in town--trust me, I know them all--I service their heating & air conditioning units”.

I was really floored by his comment. I always thought gay people were city dwellers, but boy was I shocked to find out I was dead wrong. I was especially shocked to learn the owner of the Cross Corner Cafe was gay. I had known him since I was a little kid. He was such a tall, masculine, brawny and straight acting guy. It was hard to imagine that he like liked getting down on his knees and sucking dick or bending over and taking it up the ass. But I guess he did.

Then I began to wonder if Barry might be gay too. I could sense he wasn’t married and wanted to find out if I was right. So I asked him. When I did, he conformed through a rather long drawn out conversation what I sensed all along. I learned he was single and had never been married, lived in town in a house he recently bought & renovated a few years back. And, lived by himself.

I don’t know what had gotten into me--maybe it was the pot which always made me horny--but for some reason, I now kind of found myself attracted to him in a very unusual way given our age difference.

Just then he pulled a large part out of the furnace, leaned way over and looked inside it with his flashlight. A few seconds later he said, “Well I can see what the problem is--you have a coil that is burned out so it is stopping the pilot light from igniting which is preventing the furnace from lighting altogether. Looks like all we need to do it change out the coil wire.”

He carefully leaned back up making sure he didn’t hit his head and said, “Here, want to have a look for yourself, Scott”?

Even though I had no idea what he was talking about, especially since I was still kind of stoned, I replied, “Sure, why not.”

He handed me the flashlight and said, “Now careful; lean in slowly so you don’t trip or hit your head”.

When I first leaned in and pointed the light inside the furnace, I couldn’t see exactly what he was taking about. Then he said, “Now bend over a little more and look down just a tad to the left.”

When I did, I almost stumbled so he quickly grabbed me by wrapping his firm arm around my stomach. The minute he did, an immediate arouse seared through my body. I felt so damn invigorating to be bent over with only my shorts on and being held by him at the same time. The skin on his arm pressed up against the flesh on my stomach was exciting in the least. I felt so docile inside. The touch of another male was definitely a feeling that I had always wanted to experience deep down inside.

I looked down and sure enough I could see a metal coil burned out at the ends. I took my sweet time looking at it cause I wanted to enjoy the wonderful sensation of him holding me like he was. I also wondered if he was getting a good look at my ass cause I knew if he was gay he had to be lusting at it. I had at least three girls tell me over the course of two years that I had one of the cutest butts they had ever seen. So I remained bent over for almost 30 seconds when he finally said, “Ready for me to pull you up now”?

Reluctantly, I kindly replied, “Yea, Ready.”

When he pulled me up, we looked each other deep in the eyes for a moment almost as if we were lusting at one another when he finally said, “I have a new coil wire out on my truck; let me go it.”

When he turned and headed for the door, I kind of felt like a giant balloon that had just been deflated. By now I wouldn’t have minded at all if he tried to hit on me if he was in fact gay. But I figured in the end, he was just a repairman doing his job.

When he came back inside, he had a polite smile on his face and asked what I was going to do for the Fourth while he began to change the coil out. While I stood there and admired his well rounded ass through his jeans, I informed him that I really hadn’t had anything planned and was probably just going to watch some fireworks with friends on Monday night.

A few seconds went by then I decide to ask him what he had going on for the Fourth. He said after he got finished with this job he didn’t have anything lined up until the following Tuesday cause he was taking the long Fourth of July weekend off and the first thing he was going to do was go home, kick off his shoes and light himself up a good joint and relax.

Needless to say his reply literally shocked me. I enthusiastically replied, “You smoke pot?”

He said, “Been smoking it for 30 years now---I don’t smoke it everyday--but when I am off for a few days, I like to relax and partake like anyone else,” as he stood back up.

Then he said, “There! All done now. All I got to do is put this one part back in and your grandma’s furnace should be as good as new”.

After he put the last component back in place, he closed up the furnace, lit the pilot light, went over to the thermostat, turned it up and sure enough the furnace kicked right on. He quickly turned it off since it was already hot as hell inside.

Then he said, “Want me to turn the air conditioning on for you Scott since you can use the fan now to draw cool air though the house?”

I looked at him for a second and said, “Sure, why not---I need to stay here and wait for an overnight package that my dad wants me to bring back --it has something to do with my grandma’s health-care plan.”

He kicked the air on, looked me deep in the eyes, reached over to shake my hand and said, “OK Scott, well it was really nice meeting you--tell your dad I will send him the bill,” as he appeared to hesitantly turn and see himself out.

Just as he reached the door, I exclaimed, “Wait!”

When he turned back around, I quickly asked, “Would you like to smoke the rest of a joint I have with me?”

By now I was starting to come back down and wanted to get high again, especially with him.

He looked at me, gave me a devious smile and said, “Sure, let me go put my tools away and I will be right back.”

Just as he was loading his tools on the truck, the overnight carrier arrived. I quickly signed for the package and then we both went inside and I fired the joint up. As we stood in the kitchen, I chuckled and then explained that I had smoked some about 20 minutes before he got there cause I figured I had at least a two hour wait before he arrived. He laughed back and said if he were me, he would have done the very same thing.

As we stood there, talked and drank some sodas I found in the refrigerator, I couldn’t help but think by the way he looked at me from time to time that he was checking me out--especially my upper body since I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I was 5’9 , 145 lbs, light brown hair and hazel eyes. I knew I was good looking for girls at school and church seemed to be attracted to me almost like a magnet.