Distracted

You don't buy a house, you actually buy a series of ticking time bombs you'll be paying someone else to fix. One day stepping out of the shower, I felt the floor give way under my foot and barely caught myself before falling. I got down on my hands and knees, and was able to easily pickup the tile revealing spongy soft wood underneath I poked it with my finger and it went right through. I pulled up some more tiles and found more and more soft floor and realized this was a bigger problem than I was equipped to solve. My wife and I discussed it, and given how much rot there was, and how out of date everything was, we decided to take out a loan and hire someone to remodel the room as cheaply as possible.

My wife's friend Kate had recommended a general contractor she used all the time and everything in her house was gorgeous. "He can do anything, plumbing, electrical, tile, hardwood, he's great. No permits, no fuss, it's all under the table, and he is always like half the price of every other quote," she said.

"That's too good to be true, what's the catch?" I said.

"He doesn't speak a word of English. I think he's polish maybe? Hi name is Anton, I'll get his number."

"That's kind of a problem. How did you, like, tell him what you want?"

"His cousin came the first day and translated pretty much everything. We made due the rest of the time, just pointing to things and he seems to figure it out. I get it's not ideal, but hell save you thousands of dollars. Look at this kitchen," she gestured around the room. It was immaculate. I was sold.

We called the number and setup an appointment. Two men arrived in a van at the agreed time, both in there late thirties to early forties. Anton was the slightly taller one at about 5'10, he had silvery gray hair and short rough stubble of a beard. He had the natural muscles of a guy who lifts bags of mortar and boxes of tile on a daily basis. He was wearing paint stained jeans and a T-shirt. His cousin introduced us, asked to see the space and we led them inside. He measured the walls, the shower, the counter, the gaps between them. Then he playfully pretended he was measuring me, and he we all had a good laugh. I'm a tall guy, about 6'5. "What were you thinking?" Asked the cousin.

"Nothing fancy, probably keeping the layout the same, just modernizing everything, get rid of the green countertops and maybe doing something cost effective, like Formica?" The cousins began conversing in a language neither of us understood, going back and forth a few times.

"Anton says he'll do quartz, same price. He says this bathroom is a small job, some bigger kitchen jobs, and they buy huge pieces to do the counters. After they cut, there is enough leftover to do this room, but the price is low because it's only for small jobs." We both nodded and grinned. By the time we were done and had his quote, there was no reason to meet with anyone else. He was less than half what we had hoped to pay, and was giving us some smart upgrades we hadn't thought of.

Anton returned a week late solo and the demo started immediately. He had taken the door off and hung plastic sheeting over the gap to contain the dust. He began tearing the room down to the studs. Anton came to get me after all the tile was removed, and gestured for my to follow him. He pointed to a piece of pipe proceeded to turn the shutoff valve beneath it on and off. When it was on, you could see a tiny pin hole in the pipe start to spray an almost mist like stream before he turned the valve back off. "Damnit" I muttered. "Can you fix it?" I said before realizing it was a pretty stupid question. He pointed to some fresh copper pipe and valves and held his hands about a foot apart above and below the hole. "Ah, ok, you're going to replace that section. Great." I smiled and stood there and he just kind of stared me in the eyes for a moment before giving me a thumbs up, and I took that as my queue to leave.

I tried to give him space to do his work and went back to my desk. I worked from home during the days while my wife went to her office job. I found myself peeking in frequently, watching Anton do his work, learning how things were done. Occasionally he'd have me follow him in so he could try and explain something that needed to change or adjust based on what he'd find behind the walls. It wasn't always easy to understand him, but we worked through it. Today he was tiling the floor, and I could hear him carrying tile and heavy bags of mortar into the room. After a few trips, he was dripping in sweat. The next time he came back, he had removed his shirt. Something inside me stirred. A feeling I'd never felt from an man before. Something about his hairy, muscular chest, small dark nipples, the sweat dripping down his forehead, the grunts he was making when he shifted the heavy load. I started to feel my pants tightening and I had to turn away and try to ignore the sights and sounds.

When my wife was home, Anton showed us both to the bathroom, he had made a lot of progress He gestured to the back wall and put a piece of quartz that had been cut off the countertop about two feet off the ground. "A shower bench?" My wife said. "Oh my God, yes, great idea. Super convenient when I'm shaving." As we he left he pulled my arm slightly. My wife exited, and I stayed behind for a moment. He gestured toward the bench, and then mimicked getting a blowjob with a huge grin on his face.

"A sex bench?" I said, feeling my face begin to flush. I smiled and gave him the thumbs up, too embarrassed to do anything else. He patted me on the back and then began packing up for the day.

I really struggled the next few days. I found myself thinking about Anton during work and at night, and soon I was peaking in on him every few minutes. He had stopped wearing a shirt entirely and I found myself staring at him every chance I got. He had finished the bench and the floor and was just starting on the wall. The next morning, when he gestured me to follow him that to the bathroom my heart rate picked up. He pointed with his tape measure, and he was holding a short length of pipe. I couldn't figure this one out, he kept gesturing as I stared at him blankly missing the obvious. He grew a bit frustrated with me.

Then he put the pipe down, grasped me firmly by both shoulders, gripping me with his strong hands, and pushed me gently but insistently up against the wall. He motioned for me to stay, but it didn't matter, I was already frozen in place. My heart was racing, and I could feel my cock growing. He took a wooden pencil and marked off my height. Then he grabbed my shoulders again and moved me back to the side like I was an object. He took a shower head out of a box, screwed it into the pipe and held it up where he had marked the wall. "Oooohhh, yea, I always hate shower heads because they're too short for me. Great idea." I felt so stupid. I reached up and took his hand in mine, moving it a little higher to account for the curve, and he marked the wall again. Just this small amount of physical touch sent a spark through my groin.

This man who had never spoken a word to me was somehow more aware of my own needs than I was. I let go of his hand and slowly brushed down his chest. He was staring at me with the same confused look I had given him. I had never done this before, but I knew I had to take my shot or I'd regret it forever. I couldn't just ask for what I want, so instead I sat down on the shower bench. He turned to face me looking a little amused. "Sex bench," I said, and reached up to fumble with his belt. He began to grin, and I felt warmth spread through my whole body.

I unzipped his pants and pulled them to the floor and slid my fingers behind the band of his black boxer briefs and began to slowly pull them down. He had an uncircumcised penis surrounded by a thick bush of the same silvery gray colored hair he had on his head only much thicker. I reached out and took his soft cock in my hands, feeling his warmth on my skin. I began to stroke it gently as it hardened to my touch. My other hand instinctively went to his chest, just sliding through his body hair, appreciating the toned muscles underneath. He took my hand with his, brought it to his mouth, and sucked on my index finger before releasing it. "That one I understood," I said, grinning like an idiot. I pulled back his foreskin with my hand and leaned forward, licking the underside of his firm cock from just above the hair to the tip. I flicked my tongue along the bottom of his cock head, and heard him let loose a deep low moan. I felt a swell of pride inside me for pleasing this man. Finally I slid his manhood past my lips, and took him as deep as I could without gagging. I started to blow him with an eagerness I'd never felt before. Working up and down as my hands explored his thighs and ass cheeks. I began to get used to him hitting the back of my throat and was able to take him a little deeper with each thrust, as I started to feel his hair against my nose. My hand was exploring his well toned stomach when he took my wrist and guided it to his left nipple. I began to play with it, rolling my finger tips across it and tweaking it slightly. My pace picked up and I began to feel him bucking his hips in rhythm with my blowjob. His hand was running through the hair on my head and he was grunting with each thrust. I could sense he was getting close. I began to tweak his nipples more forcefully, pinching and twisting in time with my head bobs. His grunt turned into a deep moan and I felt his cock stiffen even more. I felt the pressure of his first shot against the back of my throat, as his hand gripped my hair and held me in place. He kept shooting rope after rope into my eager mouth. I tried to swallow it all, but it was impossible with the size of his cock in me. I felt some leaking out the corner of my mouth, dripping down my chin. When he finally stopped, he let go of my head and withdrew his sizeable manhood.

I sat there, uncertain of what to do, my own dick aching to be released. He took me under the arms and helped lift me to my feet. Put his hands on either side of my head and pulled me down to him, kissing me deeply on the mouth. I felt his tongue pressed passed my lips, exploring my cum coated mouth. I felt his hands let me go but I kept making out with him. Soon he was fumbling at my pants, pulling them down just enough to release my cock. He gripped it firmly between us and he started to stroke. I moaned directly into his mouth and he pulled back a little breaking our kiss. I was so overloaded, I had my eyes closed and my mouth open about to collapse from the incredible sensation of his hands on my dick. If I said it was 10 strokes, that would be generous. I couldn't contain myself, and when he rolled his hand across the tip of my cock, I began to shoot all over this leg. He continued until the cum stopped and then released me, I realized I was still humping slightly, not wanting the sensation to stop.

He stepped back and grabbed a shop towel from his bag for me, then grabbed one for himself and began to clean up the cum on his leg and dripping from his retreating cock. I wiped my mouth and then cleaned up the last drops from my own. I stared at him, uncertain what to do next as he put on his pants. He picked up his tools and started to go back to work as if nothing had happened. I sat there catching my breath wondering what the fuck just happened. He stopped, looked at me, then gave me a thumbs up, and gestured to the door. I walked out and went back to my desk, sitting numbly trying to process.

He didn't say anything, well he never said anything, but we didn't interact the rest of the day. My mind was racing and I was struggling with what this meant for me, for my marriage, for my life. I heard him packing up his tools, and he gave me a thumbs up with a bit smile as he left. I gave an awkward half smile and waved. After he was gone I peaked in and the room looked finished. More than finished, it was absolutely flawless work. My heart dropped a little when I realized this meant he might not be coming back.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts I didn't even noticed my wife was on the phone until she hung up and turned to me. "That was the cousin, Anton needs to come back tomorrow, apparently there is a little more pipe work to be done before he finishes."

I felt my cock twitch. I tried to steady my voice and hide my excitement. "You know, we saved so much money, maybe we should update the kitchen too..."