By the time I was in my mid-twenties I had become a fairly good handy man, which, in the neighborhood I lived in was in high demand. Many of the people were low income and unable to pay a lot for simple repairs. Although it is often dirty and very time consuming, it does on occasion have its benefits.
A few weeks back I was fixing the drainpipe under the kitchen sink of a guy who lived down the street from me. I knew he didn't have the money I usually charge but he was so damn hot I did it as a favor. A long-distance relative of his, who is also a friend of mine, told me about him so I decided to follow through and get to know him better.
When I went to his house, he answered the door in his boxers and a stained T-Shirt, definitely a man who was uncaring about cleanliness. Despite that he was a very handsome man, round face, about 60 years old, 6', 270 pounds, hairy chest, arms and legs, and unshaven, making him look very masculine. I greeted him by referring to him as "Sir," and asked him what needed to be fixed. When I went to the kitchen, roaches scurried about, and I knew this was going to be a dirty job. He pointed out the problem and I immediately got to work, making sure I exposed my ass as much as I could (not wearing and underwear). At first, he seemed not to care, watching a judge show while drinking beer. But after I let out a barrage of curse words after busting a pipe behind the wall, he got up to offer me a beer and take a break, which I gladly accepted.
He sat shamelessly next to me in his underwear, asking me questions about my life. His voice was deep but slurred from drinking. He got to talking about his former job as a sanitation worker, his kids and grandkids, but no mention of a wife. He lived there when I moved in, but I never saw anyone going in or out of his house. I imagined lack of housekeeping was the major reason. After finishing my beer I told him I'd have to come back with the proper tools l since I broke a pipe. He said he enjoyed the chat and looked forward to seeing me again. He was definitely warming up to me. His handshake on the way out was tremendously strong - his hands were huge and meaty and wondered if his dick was the same.
I made arrangements to finish the job a few days later which I was able to do, quicker than I thought. Again, I wore no underwear and made sure to expose as much of my ass as I could. The same routine was followed - Larry and I sat and drank after the job was finished. He even had the same underwear. I sensed no sexual interest from Larry as he continued to talk about himself and his days on the job. But this time I was able to catch a glimpse of his dick as it slipped out when he got up to get us a second round of beers. It was uncut and pretty fat, about 4-5 inches in length - pretty good size. He did nothing to hide it - making me think he was either making a move or had no idea I was interested in him. I discovered it was the latter. After thanking him for the beer I was on my way, wanting to let him know I wanted to get on my knees and service him but too afraid of the potential consequences. When he asked what he owed me I told him a few more beers which he said sounded good to him. We shook hands except this time he placed a second hand over mine and smiled widely as he said he'd let me know if there were any more problems - which there were the very next day.
This time Larry answered the door in casual clothes and was clean and shaven. I was admittedly disappointed since I liked the look he had before. Even his house was cleaner. I saw this as a sign of him wanting to make an impression on me and I was very pleased. His "problem" was that the lights in his laundry room were no longer working so I went to the obvious source - the breaker box. The switch was turned off, so the "problem" was fixed right away. He came downstairs with a couple of beers and was surprised that the lights were back on so quickly.
"Damn that was quick," said Larry as he handed me a beer.
"Just a problem with the breaker box Sir," I responded respectfully, not wanting to inquire about why the switch was turned off.
"Well I'll be damned, could have fixed that myself," he said.
"No Sir, don't worry about it. I'm glad to help." I said gulping the beer.
"You do know you can call me Larry, I ain't that old," he said laughing.
"Of course. Here's to your fixed light Larry," I said as we tapped beer bottles.
"That's more like it. C'mon upstairs so you can make sure the pipe under the sink isn't leaking, I just want to be sure," said Larry as we walked up the old, noisy stairs. I was able to get a good view of his wide ass that looked damn good.
I crawled on all fours to get under the sink, making sure my pants slid well down to expose as much skin as possible - which I felt this time was quite a bit. While looking at the pipes, which showed no signs of leakage, I bought time and asked Larry for my plumber's putty.
"Hey Larry, could you grab the plumber's putty out of my toolbox?" I asked, knowing I didn't need it.
I heard Larry going through my box looking for the putty, grabbing it, then handing it to me, forcing him to be at close level with my exposed butt cheeks. I reached out my hand for him to hand it off to me, hoping he would have to cop a feel but he did the exchange without any physical contact. 'That didn't work,' I thought to myself. I spent a few minutes pretending to fix a leaky pipe, then pulled out from underneath and took a breather, and to see if Larry was in an excited state. A view of his crotch did indeed show a noticeable bulge.
"How's it looking?" he asked.
"Not bad, think she's fixed but let's have one more look." I stood up and purposely didn't pull up my pants, now at mid-level with my ass cheeks. I then got on all fours under the sink, raised my ass to show Larry the goods. By now it was obvious that I was displaying what I hoped he wanted. I waited a few minutes but nothing. Larry was obviously not going to make a move.
I crawled out from underneath the sink, pulling up my pants thinking I failed. Larry was seated so I couldn't tell if he sported a hard-on.
"You were showing a lot of crack there James," said Larry, looking at me, perplexed.
