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As the blackness of it all dissipated, he could see clearly the white-capped
blades of grass and the misty wetness of the day powering it's way in. Nothing
seemed out of the ordinary from any of his other days. The nine full-length
windows in the front of his home were covered with frost and crackled with ice.
The air outside was bitter, wet and left no doubt that the sunny warm days had
made way for a new season. The house was empty except for him. The music was
playing; the fire on the stove lit and the silence of the feeling was
surrounding him closely. The only thing he had was himself, or so he thought.
It's funny how the simplest things can turn into something one could want to
bargain for. He sat at his computer surfing the Internet when a car pulled up
the drive. The symbol on the car was unrecognizable to him. He peeked out the
window and gazed upon the car in wonder as to who would be stopping in on this
particular day. There the car sat for what seemed to be hours in his driveway.
Suddenly the driver's side door opened and a young man made himself into the
weather. This was no ordinary young man. He was strapping in appearance and
delightful to the eye. An immediate fantasy overcame the warmed body of Kurt as
he peered through the window at the figure heading up the stairs to his home. He
waited quietly while the young god approached the door. After two knocks, Kurt
calmly walked to the door with a strong determined look upon his face and opened
it just enough to see out.
"May I help you"? He asked.
Before him stood a vision he could have only dreamt of. A man six foot tall,
weighing about 195 pounds. His hair was a golden brown color and the eyes were a
piercing hazel. The figure before him had not a blemish on his tanned skin. This
was a perfect golden tan one could only recreate in a false tanning environment,
but he wore it so well. His dirty ripped jacket took nothing away from his
features. He stood in the doorway in his faded tight jeans that were tucked into
a worn pair of work boots that gave him a rugged, manly strong look. His strong
brow gave way to a sensitive gentler look. One of his hands was holding a metal
folder, as if to be a service man, while the other was tucked in his pocket. He
stood in a free form stance with one leg slightly bent out towards the door
while the other stood straight and defined every muscle through his pants. Kurt
took notice within seconds on all the key points of his features that made him
an outstanding piece of free form artwork. He could only imagine what this man
would look like when his coat was off.
"Hi, my name is James, I'm from the electric company. I was sent out to check
your meter and some of your fuse boxes for possible leakage." Said the perfect
specimen.
"Oh yes, come in. I didn't know you were coming, but come on in and feel free to
check me : I mean IT out." Kurt said welcomingly. His eyes dared not wonder upon
his guest in lust.
James, the electrician entered smiling and commented on the "glorious" weather
outside the warm home he was making his way into.
"It's ugly out there," he said. "It's one of those days you want to curl up in a
book under a cover somewhere and just feel mushy."
"Among other things, yes!" Kurt mumbled with a smile.
"So where do you keep your fuse boxes?"
"Right this way."
Kurt did everything possible not to show his excitement for this young stud. He
walked him down to the basement and showed him the box.
"Right here." he said.
James opened the panel and took out his tools. Kurt offered him a cup of coffee
and he said he would be up in a moment to retrieve it. With that, Kurt headed
upstairs leaving him down in the cellar alone.
Kurt's mind was wondering to so many exotic places and he was taking this
stranger to all of them within moments of his thoughts. About 4 minutes after he
had left the basement, James came up.
"I could go for that coffee now please. It's a little cold down there."
Without loosing a second in time, he poured the coffee he had prepared just for
his lustful guest.
"How do you take it?"
With a big grin on his face, James replied cunningly "Any way I can."
They both exchanged a nervous smile that meant a little bit more than either of
them dared to admit. Suddenly they stopped smiling and the conversation quickly
turned curious thanks to Kurt's determined personality.
"So, you married?"
"Nope, almost was, but it didn't work out."
"Oh sorry, why not?"" He asked, determined more than ever to get as much dirt as
he could.
"Wasn't the right guy."
There was a very noticed silence from both of them. Kurt went into a mild moment
of frozen lips. His body tingled quickly and he felt this complete calm yet
shaky nerve waking up inside of him.
"OH" seemed to be the only response he could give.
"Did I offend you?" James asked seeming a little worried.
"Not even a little bit," he said with his strong assured voice.
Kurt invited the electrician to sit for a spell and chat. James accepted and
told his host that it was his last call for the day and whenever he was
finished, he could head home. He also enlightened him to the fact that he was
going home to an empty house as well and that he was in no rush at all. This
statement made Kurt very curious but he was more than OK with it.
"This is a nice house." James said, looking around.
"Thank you, would you like a quick tour?"
James nodded in appreciation of the kind offer and they walked the floors from
corner to corner. When they returned to the kitchen, Kurt asked
"So what room did you like the best?"
"The bedroom was nice, but it looks a little lonely and unused."
That was an un-nerving statement to Kurt so he had to asked why he felt that
way.
"The room looks like it doesn't have life, attitude or personality in it. I felt
a sense of coldness and lack of invitation in it."
Kurt felt like his entire sex life had been exposed for the lack of activity in
his private domain.
"No offence man, just an observation."
"None taken, but you are right."
A sudden quiet came over them both. Who would speak next? Who would break that
feeling that had come up after the last revelation of Kurt's negative sex life
and boring bedroom antic?
"So earlier at the door you said 'amongst other things' when we were talking
about what kind of a day it was outside. What were you talking about?" James
inquired, with a boyish playful charm in his voice.
Feeling a bit nervous and excited about the prospect of advancing this
conversation to a new level, Kurt answered :
"Well, this is the kind of day I love to climb into bed, under the covers that
is, and just well:" swallowing his fear and going for the gusto : "making love :
or something like that." He quickly added and then immediately turned himself
away and pretended to wipe the kitchen counter with a sponge on an already clean
counter top.
"I hear ya there. Definitely my kind of thinking." James said as he watched and
studied his host's features.
Kurt was a delightful compliment to James' appearance. He stood an even six
foot, two inches tall at 205 pounds of solid form. His eyes were green and his
hair was brown, which made his appearance more unique and inviting to anyone
with class and appreciation. Kurt took care of his person, and it showed to
James' eye. He had a short sleeve shirt on rolled twice at the cuff. His triceps
stood out firmly and his flat abdomen was pressed closely against his tucked in
shirt. He wore black close fitted, snap down the side sweat pants that curved
his bottom in a very sheer and seductive way. He had white socks on but no
shoes. James took it all in and noticed as much as possible while his back was
still towards him.
Kurt was sensing something going on between the two of them, and certainly
something was waking up in between his legs. He put the sponge down and finally
turned around.
"My problem is I'm all about passion." He continued. "Kinda makes me picky and
alone but I'm not into those quick fix things : To me, well, I would rather feel
the moment like it's going to last forever, and that feeling doesn't come over
me often, so:"
"Passion is something most men don't understand," James immediately rebutted.
"If I could find a man who knew how to kiss, and I mean KISS, I would make him
feel like a god."
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