Ceiling Patcher
*beep* *beep* *beep*
Eugh the alarm. It wasn’t an early work morning for me but unfortunately since I wasn’t leaving the house til later, I was the one that got stuck with the job of letting in the guy who was gonna fix our ceiling that had been destroyed by water damage. Oh joy. Got up and did my normal routine of such. Walked downstairs had a bowl of frosted flakes and waited.
My bf said the night before that he’d worked with him. He was an older white dude. White beard blah blah blah. He didn’t sound like someone I’d hoped would be hot. Oh well.
All the furniture including the couch and dining table were under tarps so there I was eating my frosted flakes in my boxers on the kitchen counter. He was supposed to arrive sometime after 8, or whenever he could get thru the west bound traffic. So I waited…and waited…and waited. Finally around 10 o’ clock the doorbell rang. Pulled a shirt over my head and shuffled to the door. What met my eyes when I opened the door was not no older white dude with a santa clause like beard. Instead, to my surprise stood a local guy. About I’d say 5’6 and looked to be no older than 32. If I had to, I’d say he was about 189 but carried his weight well. Nice chest but you could tell he threw beers back with the boys at least a couple times a week. Had to be some kind of Japanese maybe Chinese mix with a little bit of Hawaiian perhaps? He didn’t look full Asian. Nice eyes with the usual overly trimmed eyebrows but “I’m straight” which seems to have become a fad around here. He apologized for being late and said the guy who was supposed to do the job had to take his daughter to the doctors. Too bad for him but good for me I thought haha.
He took his shoes off and I showed him the spot that needed patching. He examined it for a bit and then went back to his truck to get materials he needed. Went to the kitchen to start making lunch for work later tho I was hoping maybe I could get a snack before leaving home. The guy came back and started working on the ceiling while I did dishes from the night before.
“It’s been pretty hot ah?” I heard him say from the living room.
“Fuck you telling me and to top it off our a/c no work so we been blasting our fans and opening all our windows” I responded from the kitchen.
“Oh nah? Shit nah I know how you feel tho. I live up Waianae side. Last couple days I jus walk around in my bibs or boxers. Too hot to wear anything else. Know what I mean?”
That last part caught me by surprise. Also made me sweat a little and I know it wasn’t cuz of the heat outside.
I chuckled a bit “No shit bu. At least you keep your clothes on.” I decide to chance and test the waters, “I no shit you. Sometimes so hot dis side, I jus walk around butt ass naked”
“Oh..right on”
Shit too far I thought. We went back to working on our own things. Grabbed some laundry from upstairs and started doing them. Trying to stay busy and get my mind off this guy.
Bout an hour later I figured I tried again. “eh yo u thirsty?”
“Nah I almost pau actually. Jus gotta apply this shit to this one area then pau”
“Ah ok” I said, feeling defeated inside. No action today.
“Nah but you get one towel? Stay sweating ovah here. Not to be rude but was hoping you wasn’t gonna be here so I could work without a shirt on.”
BINGO! “Ya hold up lemme grab you one.” I went upstairs only to come back down to see him already wiping himself down with his shirt. “Eh I said was goin grab you one towel. Neva need use your shirt.”
“Nah I no mo any odda jobs afta this so all good.” He continued wiping his shirt over his hairless chest. Lifted his right arm to reveal a nice hairy pit that matched his left. Tried to look away but not before noticing his right nipple was pierced.
“Eh mean your nipple ring. I heard that shit hurts ah little bit”
“Ah minahs but feel good when touch em” He kinda made a face after as if he realized what he said only after he said it. “I wanna get the left side too. Make em match. Probably do em when I fill in this tatt” which he then gestured around the left side of his waistband and pulled it down just enough that I could see it was some kind of tribal.
“Oh mean ya I like get this one done too!” I lifted up my shirt showing off my chest tatt.
“Take em off. I like see the whole thing” He said.
Fuck I wasn’t gonna think twice on that shit. I took my shirt off and he came closer to check out my tatt. “Ya my friend stay workin on em. Mean his stuff.”
“Ya I like the way it’s done. I hate the chest tatts that look like a breast plate. Yours nice but not too much. I like this part specially where it goes round your nipple.” As he said that his thumb was tracing the tatt from mid chest and down and around my left nipple that was slowly getting hard. “You like that ah? I know you been checkin me out. I got tired of waiting. Was getting hard jus looking at you in the kitchen. Undressing you with my eyes, bending you over the sink, hearing you moan.” As he was saying that, he slowly slipped his hands down my boxers and went immediately for my cheeks. Massaging them and groping them in his hands like he was making pizza and my ass were two pillowy pieces of dough. Without taking his hands off, he slipped his two index fingers between the crevices of my ass and spread them, letting my hole take a breath of fresh air only to be suffocated with his right index finger. I let out a soft moan which apparently worked him up more. “Ooh good I got me a moaner. I hate guys who don’t make a sound”
I started to open up his jeans that now had a tent in it and perhaps even a precum spot. “hehe commando huh? Nice” I let gravity do its thing and let his jeans drop to his knees. He followed suit and slid my boxers down which I then kicked off. I spread his legs a little bit and checked out his dick which altho only 6 inches was pretty thick. I smiled and looked up only to have my lips meet his. He tongue fucked me. Not rough but not too sensual. Grabbed his balls in my hand and caressed them a bit. It was his turn to moan. “damn babe don’t stop”
“Mmm sounds like I got me a moaner also.” I continued playing with his shaved balls while our tongues played a game of war above. It’s no wonder his jeans had a wet spot tho. This guy leaked precum so much, it was all over the back of my hand. I licked it up which turned him on greatly. He sat back on the stairs, legs spread and I went to work. Took this local boys dick in my mouth and went down on the first swallow. My tongue swirling darting and playing with his little piss slit. Usually I hate giving head but the way he moaned and deeply groaned turned me on so much I couldn’t stop. Finally I felt him push my head off saying if I didn’t stop he was gonna shoot a load down my throat. He pulled me up and we kissed some more until he slipped under my body like a mechanic working on a car and rested on a spot where I was just about sitting on his face. Fuck that tongue was talented. He got in deep. Felt like I was getting a first class tongue bath. I couldn’t take it anymore. I flipped around and started to 69. That only lasted for so long since you know….him cumming too soon. But I wasn’t having it. I looked him in the eyes and he got the hint. He bent me over the sink and went to town. Balls slapping my ass, legs spread wide and just in pure ecstasy. His hands wrapped around my waist and played with my nipple which caused me to make all kinds of sounds. Oh fuck he was hitting the spots. Unfortunately he didn’t last too long and without a word busted in my ass. Load after load after load. Could feel it just paint the insides of my ass. He may not have lasted long but damn his loads felt like they wouldn’t stop. Finally tho he collapsed, both catching our breaths. After pulling out tho he shocked me by getting on his knees and licked the load out of my ass. Damn not only was he a moaner, he was a kinky bastard!! I turned around and made out with him tasting my ass, his load and our sweat. FUCK!! I let him shower upstairs and before he left he handed me his card saying if he ever needed work plugging up any other holes to give him a call…… fuck