It was a typical autumn Friday, and at 8:00 AM, I had gone for a run before heading to work. As I entered my house, I saw a man, about 30 years old, with a shaved head and a long, thick black beard, approximately 6'5" tall, with a broad and hairy body, wearing a black and brown plaid lumberjack shirt rolled up to the elbow, revealing his tattooed arms. He also wore pants with many pockets, filled with work tools, and a pair of unfastened brown boots. I looked him up and down, and from my 5'6" height, thin and hairless except for my pubic area and head, I asked him what he wanted. He said he was there to install the washing machine I had purchased the previous week, which was scheduled for installation at 3:00 PM that day. I had requested to leave work early to be present when he arrived.

The man checked the folder and said I was right, and he was the one who had made the mistake. He apologized and said he would return in the afternoon. I looked at him and thought, I want him inside my house, even if it's just to look at him. So, I told him not to worry and to come in, as I had some time before I had to leave for the office at 10:00 AM. The man entered, and I took him directly to the bathroom, where the washing machine was still in its box. He unpacked it, and since I have heating in the bathroom floor, he didn't notice when I turned it up. A few minutes later, he started sweating and asked if he could take off his shirt, saying he felt hot. I replied that it was no problem and that he should make himself comfortable.

As he did this, I felt a warmth in my chest from seeing that hairy, macho man. He took off his shirt and the undershirt he was wearing, revealing a large body covered in tattoos, despite his hairy anatomy, chest, abdomen, arms, and back. The man disassembled some cabinets to install the washing machine, and I asked him if he minded if I took a shower, as I had to be at the office at 10:00 AM. He said it was no problem, and I went to take a shower. Before entering the shower, I turned up the bathroom heating to see if he would take off more clothes. I closed the curtain and started showering, looking through the side of the curtain at the man, who was full of hair and didn't notice me watching him.

As he worked, he tripped over a cabinet and fell, causing the drawers to open. When he got up and closed them, he saw some gay porn magazines from the 90s that belonged to my ex-partner. I felt a bit embarrassed, but instead of getting upset or surprised, he picked them up and started looking at them. As he was behind me, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I saw his arm moving in front of him, as if he was touching his cock. I got very excited and climbed onto the edge of the tub, holding onto the curtain rod because I wanted to see through the mirror in front of me what he was doing while looking at the magazine. But I slipped and fell, and he heard the noise. He turned around and saw me on the floor, entangle...