I was alone, sitting in the living room drinking coffee with nothing planned for to day and feeling a little bored. I was not used to the 11am daytime television.

There was a rattle on the window, I looked up and saw the window cleaner Gerry. Gerry is slightly older than me with wavy salt and pepper hair. He’s 6’2 tall, broad and firm all over. I hadn't seen him in years. Usually I just left a cheque for his services twice a year.

He popped his head over the shutters and for a while paid no mind to me. When he spotted me he just smiled and continued with his work. I sat and thought, “while I’m here I might ask him to clean inside and out back.” I went to the front door and engage in small talk to find out if he was interested. He told me he'd moved and that he had a tight time schedule but if he could he would return. I gave him my mobile in case I popped out and I went back inside to let him finish the front of the house.

Later in the afternoon I was taking a walk to the shops when Gerry rang. He said he could do the job for me and would be around in 30 minutes so I began walking back. I had just arrived home and found Gerry sitting on the doorstep eating a sandwich. I invited him in and offered him a coffee. We shot the breeze and he told me his Mrs. was pregnant. I explained why I was home and then he got his ladder and began the work outside. I wondered around the house and eventually went in to start dinner.

From the kitchen window I couldn’t help but notice Gerry. He was up his ladder in his shorts and tee shirt. The rung of the ladder frame was at his groin. His shorts were pulled tight as he leaned forward to reach the window. All this at my eye level as I prepared my vegetables at the sink!

I heard the rattle of the ladder. As he descended his tee shirt caught on one of the rungs and I got a glimpse of his firm stomach with his massing of hair over his belly! Shit what a sight! He finished out back and said he needed access to the inside of the windows. He started up stairs and moved through the house (which I had ensured was gay paraphernalia safe).

I offered him a drink as he returned to the kitchen to clean the windows there. He stopped and as we chatted some more he asked if I lived alone.

“Yes!”

“No girlfriend then?” He asked.

“No I like men.”

“Ok…” He said awkwardly.

“Have I offended you?”

“No!” He said but rushed to stand up and get back to work.

He needed to work close to me as he cleaned the French doors and the scent and the thoughts of this man began to drive me wild!

“So what sort of blokes do you like?” Gerry asked.

“Average types.”

“You mean like me?”

“Yes, now don’t get scarred.” I said. “I wont jump you although I do think you’re sexy!” I added.

“Do you? I haven’t heard that in a while.”

“You must have had plenty of clients wanting your body window cleaner and all!” I teased.

“I don’t