Karpintero

I went home last weekend and saw our roof getting torn apart - by 3 men I've never seen in my life. Obviously, they were hired to fix the pipes and stuff. So I just smiled and walked to our door. A part of me wanted to look back though... There was something about the carpenter... He is... Cute.

He had a toned frame. Quite white for a guy who's always up in the roof. His younger brother's darker though and his dad too. He had a shy mustache running up his lip and a hair messed up all over his face. But you could tell past it - he had a little mestizo thing going on. Thin lips, high but subtle cheekbones. I was taller than him.


Every now and then I heard him saying he was gay in a joking way - "kaya di ako tuluyang lumaladlad eh" or "bading kasi ako talaga" ... then he'd laugh right after. Oh how I wish he was. Sometimes I'd think he's actually timing these quotes only when I'm around. Could this be a sign?

* * *
It was a hot Saturday - just after lunch. Siesta time - looked like it - judging from how each of them took a place to rest their head.
JR - his brother shouted his name - "diyan ka na lang" - pointing to the bench on our terrace.
He just nodded and grabbed the bottom part of his shirt - shit. Is he going to take off his shirt?
His sweat glistened against the sun's rays. I salivated over his rock solid abs. Nice 6 packs for a slim guy.
After scanning through his body, I slowly looked towards his face... And oh shit - he was looking at me. He smirked, so I quickly glanced sideways. Shit.
I was trying to be as discrete as - well, who am I kidding? My eyes were practically caressing him from behind the window. 

What the effing shit do I do now?

I decided to just ignore it all. I mean, I don't usually stay at home. And it's not like he'll tell my mom right?

* * *
Night came. After finally finishing my Scandal marathon, I was set for brushing my teeth. While standing at the sink, I heard water from the other side. Someone's outside I thought. So I took a peek. He was shirtless again. Wet this time.
He must've taken a bath at that time, then decided to wash his clothes. Even then, the dim lighting from outside showed the subtle cuts on his arms and the strong lines on his back. I couldn't help but stare. He won't see me this time for sure.

I looked around me. No one was around. My mom must've been asleep. My brother too. So I started touching my cock a little bit. I got hard pretty fast.

All of a sudden, he looked at my direction. In panic, I just swooped down. Then slowly tried to go back up by the window.

He was more wet now for some reason. His hand started to touch his chest. It looked like he was playing with his nipple for a bit. Then he slid his hand lower, touching his abs, then to his wet basketball shorts.

Does he know I'm looking? Is this why he's doing this?

And the answer came to my surprise when our eyes once again locked.