I finally decided to bite the bullet and buy myself a little home. I looked all around in the little suburb town about 30 miles east of San Francisco. The prospects were not that great for the price but I did see a condo that was just right for me in size, layout and price. The move was quick because I had been living in a furnished apartment in San Francisco and had very little furniture. I was certainly ready to buy some pieces that suited my taste but the first thing was a bed. Of course there was no question about the size as I already had bed linens for a queen sized bed. It took a couple of weeks to get settled in and the 2-bedroom condo became a 1 bedroom with an office so I could work at home.

In the area where I moved it gets quite warm during the summer and an air conditioner is needed and up until the second week I was moved in, the air conditioner was not needed. The temperature rose and I gave the thermostat a flick. The fan turned on immediately but, the compressor didn’t turn on so, all that was blowing around was hot air. It didn’t take me long to look up the phone number of a repair service.

It was around noon by the time the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood a very nice looking guy in bib type coveralls and a white t-shirt. He smiled and said he was from the repair service company. I opened the screen door and led him to the furnace/air conditioner closet. I watched this 6 foot 1 inch tall guy as he inspected the air conditioner and couldn’t help but notice his huge biceps stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt. And there was not one ounce of excess fat on his body that was covered by the overalls.

Finally, he said he needed to take a look at the compressor. This was out on the patio so I led him to it. He checked out the compressor and said there was a malfunctioning part that needed replaced. He told me that he thought he had the part in his truck. He then went out to his truck and returned and said that he didn’t have the part he was looking for but he would have to go to the warehouse to get it and would return later.

It was approaching 4:30 and he had not returned. I had been thinking of how I would like to take that hunk and give him a lesson on man-to-man sex. I just knew that he must have a string of women after him. Just thinking about him, my cock would swell in my shorts.

Shortly after 4:30, the doorbell rang and as I opened it, there he stood. This time, he was not in the coveralls. He stood there in a pair of cutoff jeans, his white t-shirt and work boots. Wow! He looked so sexy. He entered my condo and said he had the part that needed replacing and since I was the last stop for the evening, he decided to make the repairs on his way home.

Within minutes, he had replaced the part and said he needed to test the system to make sure it was working properly. This would take a few minutes. With that, he turned on the system and stood near one of the vents to check out the temperature, as it would drop. I couldn’t