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I remembered him being cute, but two years had caused the full effect of his good looks to fade a little in my memory. He was really good looking--the plumber, that is, who had come to fix my heating system.. "Hey," he said, " did you think I had forgotten about you?" While we talked, I was taking in his dark brown, almost black, eyes that twinkled when he smiled. Since I had seen him last, he had grown a beard, one of those short, sexy beards that brought out the beauty of his tanned, lean face. His sweatshirt and jeans were pretty dirty from the job he'd just finished, but I could tell there was a magnificent lean body underneath them. When I stuck out my hand to shake his, he said, "Man, I might get you dirty." "That's all right," I said, "I'm dirty myself." Actually, I was clean from head to toe. His grip was firm and strong, and I noticed his sinewy forearms with their covering of black shiny hair. He set right to work, and when he squatted down to take a look at the furnace, his sweatshirt rode up a little, revealing a bit of muscular brown back. He asked me for some matches, and when I brought them back, he had pulled up his sweatshirt in the front to wipe something out of his eye. There was a wide ribbon of that shiny black hair that got thicker around his navel and widened as it went down into his low-slung jeans. When he pulled the sweatshirt up a little more, I saw the thick mat of black hair covering his chest. I know he saw me staring, but all he did was grin. "Where's your thermostat?" he asked, and I showed him into the bedroom. I know that's a strange place for it to be, but it was kind of nice having him in there, if only for a minute. "Hey, I like this room," he said. "That old bed is mighty nice." I was thinking how nice it would be to be in it with him, but of course I didn't say so. Before long, he said, "I think that oughta fix you up, Buddy." Then he went out to his truck to figure up the bill. Being a hospitable kind of guy, I offered him a drink when he came back in. "Yeah, Buddy, that would hit the spot. This is my last job today." We went back to my den, and I fixed us each a big old martini, which he'd said he liked. We sat down on the sofa and started talking, and before long, it was getting dark, and I'd fixed us our second round. I noticed him rubbing his neck, and when I asked him what the trouble was, he said that he must've pulled something the day before. "Well, can I massage it a little for you," I offered. He looked at me, smiled, and said that sounded mighty nice. I reached over with both hands and started giving his neck a good massage, feeling the muscles and the curly hairs at the back of his neck. Before long, he started moaning and said, "Man, you're making me feel so good, so relaxed. I don't know if it's the drinks or the rubdown, but I sure do feel good being here with you." "I feel the same way," I told him. Then I asked him if he'd like another martini, and he said, "Yeah, I would, but if I drink it, you might have to put me up for the night." I told him that was no problem and fixed our drinks. He told me that he'd been married when he first got out of high school, but that he and his wife had decided it just wouldn't work out and had gotten a divorce a year ago. "I've been just kinda doing the bar scene since then, but I've figured out that I sure don't want another wife." Then, all of a sudden, he teared up and said, "If you want to know the truth, I don't know exactly where I fit in anymore," and he started sniffing and some tears rolled down his cheeks.. When I asked him if he wanted me to hold him for a minute, he nodded and slumped over into my arms. I held him close and said, "It's okay, Man, we all need to let it out sometime." Boy, was I surprised when he said, " You know, this feels better than I've felt in a long time. Can I stay tonight?" I was almost afraid to say anything, afraid that I might be dreaming, but I said, "I'd love it if you stayed, Jeff." With that, he looked at me and asked, "Can we go to bed now?" "Sure," I said, " I'll get your bed ready." "No, that's not what I mean. I've seen the bed I want to sleep in tonight, and I've seen the man I want to sleep with." This was too much. This isn't the kind of stuff that ever happens to me, so all I could do was smile and say, "Okay." "By the way," he said, "my clothes are dirty, but I'm not. Once I'm undressed, I'm clean underneath." Heck, I didn't care whether he was clean or not. Once in the bedroom, he reached out, grabbed me, and planted the best kiss I've ever had on me. Then he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, threw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning my shirt. He was beautiful; that dark hair on his chest, the big flat pink nipples, and the luxuriant trail looked so good on his hot body. Then he sucked in, unbuttoned his jeans button, and unzipped. As they fell down his lean hips, a thick bush appeared, and up popped a beautiful dick: thick, cut, six inches, and ready. His balls were as pink as his tool, and his muscular legs were nice and hairy. "Okay, let's see you now, he said, and undid my jeans. I've got an okay body, hairy chest, and nice legs, but I wondered what he'd think. He leaned over, took one of my nipples in his mouth, started sucking on it, and I knew that I must've passed inspection. Then he stretched, showing off his curly armpit hair, and pulled me down on the bed. At first, it was just a game of our seeing where all we could touch, sniff, and lick. He smelled great: soap and man smell, a great combination. He reached between us, started jacking our dicks, and just smiled at me. I wanted to taste him, and I slid down and took him in my mouth. "Oh, man, that's so good, so good," he said. "But you'd better stop; it's making me think of something else." "Like what?," I asked. "Aw, Buddy, it makes me want to be inside you." "I'd love to have you inside me, man. The sooner the better." "Hey, can we get on our sides?" he asked. "That way I can hold you real close and get to enjoy your whole body while we do it." How could he know that was my all-time favorite position? I just happened to have what we needed in my nightstand drawer. I pulled out lube and a condom, unrolled it onto his magnificent piece of meat, lubed him up good, and gave my ass a generous helping. He got behind me, got his dick in position, held me real close, told me how lucky he thought he was, and he started to slide in. He did it so slowly, so gently, that all I ever felt was pure pleasure. Soon, he was all the way in. " I said, "Man, I can't believe I have you inside me." He made me turn my head a little so he could kiss me; then he proceeded to give me the best fuck I'd ever had in my life. He bit the back of my neck a little, and he started moaning. He reached around, ran his hands down my chest, and grabbed me and started pumping me in time to his strokes. It was heaven. After a while, his strokes got faster and deeper, and he started to moan louder. I could feel his wiry chest hair grinding against my back, and I could feel his heart beating ninety to nothing against me. Suddenly, he said, " How are doing, Man? Are you getting close?" "Oh, yeah," I moaned. He said, " I want to cum with you man; it would mean so much to me if we could both do it at the same time. But it better be pretty soon; I'm about to explode!" "Me too, me too," was all I could say. Then I felt him tense up; his chest and abdominal muscles felt like steel bands against my back, and he threw his legs around mine, plunged in one last time, and exploded in me. I swear I could feel it. At the very same moment, I let go the biggest load I've ever put out. He held me so close after that. "Hey," he said sleepily against my hair, you remember when I said I didn't know where I fit in anymore?" "Yeah, I remember," I replied happily. "Well, I know now," he said. " I belong right here with you... if you'll have me." I told him, "You've just given me the best present I've ever received. You've heard of the gift that just keeps on giving? Well, that's the case with us. Jeff moved in the next day, and he’s never moved out.