Dad Is A Champ

“Jamie!” I heard my dad shouting from downstairs.

I was still in the bed. I came from college one day early and honestly wanted to stay in bed the whole day. Maybe just spray a load or two as my girlfriend stayed at the dorm.

“Jamie?” I heard a knock on the door. Dad opened them and I saw him standing there just in his black boxers. He is a good-looking guy for his age. Late forties but he’s quite packed with muscles. Width chest, big arms, and just a slight definition of belly. Plus he is quite hairy and tall. All of my girls always described him as a “hot daddy” and to be honest, I got them.

“Morning sleepyhead, you willing to get up at all today?” My dad asked

“Well, not at all,” I said frankly.

He laughed. “Got you buddy, but you’ll probably have to, there’s a repairman on the way, the washer got broken. And I’m leaving for work soon.”

Fuck, I thought. “OK then. When is he coming?”

“In about twenty minutes. And it should be Mr. Walker.”

Mr. Walker was someone like our “family repairman”. He was a cool sixty-something-year-old guy. I always liked him.

“Ok, Dad. I'll be downstairs soon.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

I got off the bed and took a quick shower. Put me into some sweatpants and an old T-shirt. 
Then I came down to the kitchen and got some cereals for a quick breakfast. My dad was already dressed in his suit. Then we heard a car on our driveway. We together looked out of the window and saw a repairman company car, but there wasn't Mr. Walker getting out of the car. Instead of him, I could see a young guy, probably 2 or 3 years older than me. Dark-haired and bearded, on the shorter side but muscular as fuck. His chest was impressive even from far away. He got to the back of the truck, probably to take his tools.

“Interesting, so no Mr. Walker today, huh,” I said to my dad.

“Fuck” I heard my dad say.

“What?”

“I spilled a coffee on my shirt. Got to change. Will you please let the guy in? Thanks” said Dad quickly and went for his room.

Funny, I thought. I have not seen any coffee stains on his shirt. Then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and was greeted by a deep baritone voice.

“Hello, Mr. Longhorn?”

“Hah, not really, that would be my dad,” I said and reached my hand to the guy. “I’m Jaime.”

“Tim, nice to meet you,” said the repair man. His physics was really impressive. He filled his dark green uniform really nicely. I have to start taking the gym more seriously, Jaime thought. 

“I’m instead of for Mr. Walker. He’s on vacation this week,” said Tim.

“That’s a pity, but it’s good to see some new blood” sounded my dad’s burly voice through the hallway.

I turned around and saw him just in his suit pants. His muscular hairy torso was naked. He looked big as fuck.

“Nice to meet you, Tim, I’m Mr. Longhorn, but you can call me Calvin,” said my dad and shook his hand. A bit longer that was maybe appropriate.

“Hello, Mr. Long… I mean Calvin” corrected Tim himself.

“That’s a good lad,” said my dad and pointed to the laundry room. “Shall we start with the repair? I’ll show you the way”

“I thought you got to go to work, Dad?” I asked a bit stupidly.

“Well, I can be a bit late, especially when I have to welcome Tim here properly,” said my dad and winked at Tim.

Tim knowingly smiled. Jaime had a feeling he even flexed his arms.

“Will there also be any drilling Calvin?” asked Tim with an innuendo.

My dad breathed heavily. 

“You can't imagine how much drilling will be there Tim” my dad almost growled.

“Good, show me the way”.

“Just a sec” my dad turned to me. “Jaime, feel free to go back to bed. I’ll take care of Tim here. And maybe put some music on. The drilling might be a loud one.”

“Ok Dad,” I said and went upstairs as Dad led Tim to the laundry room. For a moment I thought, that he caressed Tim's muscle butt, but that was probably just an early morning lack of concentration. I got back to my bed but still was a bit curious about what was going on. Why do they need a driller to repair a washer? And the most funny thing, Tim didn’t have any driller with him. So maybe he’s going to use my dad's driller I thought. Yeah, that might be possible. I put on my headphones and lay back to bed.

I woke up in what felt like hours and checked my phone and only forty minutes passed since I came back to bed. I put down my earphones and decided to check on my dad and Tim.
As I got closer to the laundry room I could hear a rhythmic bumping. Maybe they finally fixed the washer. When I got there, the doors were closed. I tried to open them, but they were locked. I pressed my ear to the hardwood and could hear muffled voices. Then my dad partly opened the door. 

“Hi, buddy. What's up?” he asked short of breath.

He was all sweaty and heaving. His chest hair glistened and veins popped up on his arms. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen.

“You alright dad? Everything ok? I asked him

“Yeah buddy, we’re actually finishing up. It's just really hot here. Could you just bring some water bottles from the garage fridge? Thanks,” and just like that he shut the door.

I had a feeling that I heard some moaning, but that was probably just Tim trying to fix the machine. So I went to the garage. I returned in like five minutes just to find Tim and Dad back in the hallway. Tim’s hair was a real mess, his face was all red and there were huge sweat spots under his armpits. And also the chest area of his dark green shirt looked funny like it was sprayed by something. Plus he reeked, like a college guy's room. 

“See you tomorrow Tim,” said my dad with still sweaty torso.

“Tomorrow?” I asked surprised.

“Yes, we tried to fix the washer, but we’re missing one component, so Tim will buy it and he’ll stop by,” said Dad with a smile.

“Damn, that sucks,” I told the guys.

“Yeah, it does buddy,” agreed my dad.

“Alright, thank you, Calvin,” Tim said and opened the door. Just then Jaime noticed some liquid in his beard. Like oil or something. “See you tomorrow. Bye, Jamie.”

“Bye Tim.”

Tim got back to his truck and left their driveway.

“Ok buddy, going to hit the shower, I got all sweaty," my dad said and headed to shower.

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Have you also used the driller?”

“Oh, believe me, buddy, we did. I drilled so hard and came to solving the problem, but that one missing component ruined it.”

“Got you, Dad.”