1. Grecian Grunge


    Date: 12/4/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Tuppie, Source: LushStories

    After graduation, I rented an apartment from an octogenarian couple, the Williams’. They were a family of breeders, as I will explain. Mr and Mrs Williams had five children. Their eldest daughter, who had married a Greek, had five children. Their eldest son had three kids that were all grown up but had recently remarried a woman his daughter’s age, and a second baby from this union was already on the way. Their middle son was gay and lived with a partner a thousand miles away. Their younger daughter only had four kids, a failure in this family I would suppose, and their youngest son lived abroad with his brood of five children. Mr Williams came from a family of fourteen children, but Mrs Williams, alas, could only weigh in with a further five siblings. The sperm from this tribe could no doubt populate the earth! The Williams’ had a large rambling home, with two adjoining cottages around the back. The one cottage was occupied by me, and Gikas, their grandson, occupied the other. Gikas was forty-two years old and was the eldest son of their first daughter, hence his Greek name. Gikas had never married because he was epileptic, and didn’t want to impose his affliction on a partner. According to his grandparents, however, the medication he was on was brilliant and he had not had an episode for several years. Gikas was scruffy and unattractive, and in fact looked like a bit like an ogre. He was six feet two tall and weighed two hundred and sixty pounds. He had slightly protruding, ...
    huge brown eyes. Gikas perpetually ogled me, and always made me feel uncomfortable with his horny stares. He always wore wife-beater t-shirts, shorts, and was usually barefooted. His hands and feet were big and broad, and somewhat icky. His thickset body was hairy and always permeated a strong masculine odour. I found him scary, and always extricated myself from his company as quickly as possible. Mr Williams had been a boilermaker prior to his retirement, and had taught Gikas to weld. Gikas was an oddjobber, mainly specialising in the construction of palisade fencing, and there was very little he couldn’t fix or repair. I always believed that Gikas wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, due to his reserved personality. He always seemed to fade into the background at family functions, when I got to meet the multitude of family members. As bad luck would have it one Friday evening, after Mr and Mrs Williams had left for a weeklong stay with a family member, I developed a leaky tap. By the following morning, the trickle had become a steady flow. By Saturday afternoon I decided that action needed to be taken and reluctantly knocked on Gikas’ door. As usual, his eyes lit up upon taking me in. Looking at his sloppy best he entered my apartment, and in no time had turned the mains off. After a brief visit to his granddad's workshop, he reappeared with the required equipment to fix the problem. When he finished I politely asked if I owed him anything. “Dinner,” he replied without ...
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