Getting Ready For The Party
Christo Calabrese came up for the party also. Have I ever told you about Christo, or Chris as we call him? He is a plumber. I called him a few years ago to get some work done on my house.
Well, the first thing I know is that I have a handsome Italian at the door saying, “Got a problem with your pipes?’ It was an affable greeting, one you could tell he used every time he fronted up at a new job.
“I didn’t know I had a problem with my pipes until now.”
The smile disappeared from his face. “Have I got the wrong address?”
“Ace Plumbing?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Well you have the right address.”
He kind of looked confused.
He was under the kitchen sink with his arse crack showing. I sat by and gazed at him.
“You good, mate?” he said from under the sink.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Soldier on with Codral.
“Anything I can help you with?”
“Oh, I could think of a few,” I said. “But the sink is fine for now.”
“What would those things be?”
“What?” Surely, he didn’t mean.
“That you can think of?” Oh, he did mean…
“Oh, you know…”
“No, I don’t, or I wouldn’t be asking.”
I laughed.
“You got a wife, mate.”
“No,” I said.
He extracted himself from under the sink. As soon as he realised that I was perving on him, he stopped making direct eye contact.
“It was just the sealer from around where the sink attaches to the bench top.” He ran his fingers around the outside of the sink. He looked down at the sink the whole time.
He took off his tool belt and put it on the kitchen table. Then he was just standing there in work shorts and a blue shirt, looking as cute as can be.
“I’ve got no other jobs on for the rest of the day,” he told me, quite unnecessarily, I thought. But, I was getting a vibe from him, I was sure.
“Any plans for the rest of the day?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “I’m available.”
“Well, I’d ask you back to my place, but we are already here,” I said. I laughed. I expected him to laugh, but he didn’t.
“You know,” he stole a glance at me, but then looked away again. “This is a great house.”
“Thanks.”
“You can always tell something about a guy, person from his, their house.”
“What does this house say to you about me?”
“It says… it says…” I have no gay art, or anything that would tell you I am gay, unless he’d spotted some gay magazine pushed into a bookcase somewhere, but he would have had to have eyes like a hawk. “It says you have good taste, man.”
“Comes with the…” I was going to say gay gene, but stopped myself.
“Comes with the…”
“You know, the territory.”
“What do you do without a woman in your life?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t have a woman in my life.”
“But you don’t?”
“No.”
We sucked each other off on my bed. He had a big, uncut salami that felt good in my mouth. He has a mark on his cock that he is self conscious about, where a girl, actually, bit his cock.
“I’m bisexual,” said Chris. “But that chick biting my knob… I don’t know.”
I took him out a bit. We had a faltering sexual relationship, which turned into friendship.
He met Gordon and Owen and became their plaything for a minute.
He then, of course, met the whole gang and became friends with all of them.
Chris is not the brightest tool in the workbox, but he is loyal, and kind, and easy going, and funny.
Chris was getting ready to go to the party until we told him it was only the 30th.
“It’s tomorrow, luv.”
“Oh.” He looked at me. “Yes.” He looked at the things he had in his hand. “I know.” He looked back at me. “I know it is tomorrow, I’m just organising stuff.
That clearly wasn’t what was going on here. “Okay.”
Well, the first thing I know is that I have a handsome Italian at the door saying, “Got a problem with your pipes?’ It was an affable greeting, one you could tell he used every time he fronted up at a new job.
“I didn’t know I had a problem with my pipes until now.”
The smile disappeared from his face. “Have I got the wrong address?”
“Ace Plumbing?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Well you have the right address.”
He kind of looked confused.
He was under the kitchen sink with his arse crack showing. I sat by and gazed at him.
“You good, mate?” he said from under the sink.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Soldier on with Codral.
“Anything I can help you with?”
“Oh, I could think of a few,” I said. “But the sink is fine for now.”
“What would those things be?”
“What?” Surely, he didn’t mean.
“That you can think of?” Oh, he did mean…
“Oh, you know…”
“No, I don’t, or I wouldn’t be asking.”
I laughed.
“You got a wife, mate.”
“No,” I said.
He extracted himself from under the sink. As soon as he realised that I was perving on him, he stopped making direct eye contact.
“It was just the sealer from around where the sink attaches to the bench top.” He ran his fingers around the outside of the sink. He looked down at the sink the whole time.
He took off his tool belt and put it on the kitchen table. Then he was just standing there in work shorts and a blue shirt, looking as cute as can be.
“I’ve got no other jobs on for the rest of the day,” he told me, quite unnecessarily, I thought. But, I was getting a vibe from him, I was sure.
“Any plans for the rest of the day?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “I’m available.”
“Well, I’d ask you back to my place, but we are already here,” I said. I laughed. I expected him to laugh, but he didn’t.
“You know,” he stole a glance at me, but then looked away again. “This is a great house.”
“Thanks.”
“You can always tell something about a guy, person from his, their house.”
“What does this house say to you about me?”
“It says… it says…” I have no gay art, or anything that would tell you I am gay, unless he’d spotted some gay magazine pushed into a bookcase somewhere, but he would have had to have eyes like a hawk. “It says you have good taste, man.”
“Comes with the…” I was going to say gay gene, but stopped myself.
“Comes with the…”
“You know, the territory.”
“What do you do without a woman in your life?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t have a woman in my life.”
“But you don’t?”
“No.”
We sucked each other off on my bed. He had a big, uncut salami that felt good in my mouth. He has a mark on his cock that he is self conscious about, where a girl, actually, bit his cock.
“I’m bisexual,” said Chris. “But that chick biting my knob… I don’t know.”
I took him out a bit. We had a faltering sexual relationship, which turned into friendship.
He met Gordon and Owen and became their plaything for a minute.
He then, of course, met the whole gang and became friends with all of them.
Chris is not the brightest tool in the workbox, but he is loyal, and kind, and easy going, and funny.
Chris was getting ready to go to the party until we told him it was only the 30th.
“It’s tomorrow, luv.”
“Oh.” He looked at me. “Yes.” He looked at the things he had in his hand. “I know.” He looked back at me. “I know it is tomorrow, I’m just organising stuff.
That clearly wasn’t what was going on here. “Okay.”
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