Broken by the Repairman

Living in an apartment complex in a big city has it's perks and drawbacks. Dealing with noisy neighbors above, below, and beside me and taking guesses on whether the elevator will work today or if I'll have to lug all my groceries up five flights of stairs. It also has its perks. Not having to maintain a yard or be responsible for scheduling repairs is nice. So when I noticed my tub faucet was spitting out a small stream of water despite being turned off, I simply put in an online maintenance request and waited for a response. 

My apartment has a bit of chic style to it, but is accented with small bits of rainbows and gay pride décor here and there, including a large framed poster stating Gay is the Way above the fake fireplace's mantle. I would say it's much tidier than the average 25 year old male's apartment, but the minor lack of furniture probably contributes to that. A day after submitting the maintenance request, I sat around being super bored waiting to hear from them.

As boredom often does, this led me to getting on GayDemon and reading some erotic stories. I laid in my bed and stripped down to nothing, occasionally slowly stroking my hardening 7” cock. After some time, I decided to get my dildo and fuck myself. I laid a towel on the bed, grabbed my lube from nightstand along with my slender, veiny, 9” flesh colored toy. Pumping some lube into my palm, I stroke the thick silicone shaft up and down, then dabble some of the lube onto my hole. Wasting no time, I laid back and pressed the firm, fleshy tip to my hole and slowly pushed inside of myself.

“Ah!” I wince as a sharp pain shoots through my body. I withdraw and add some more lube. Thanks to the pandemic, it's been months since I've gotten laid, and have had to rely on this convenient guy to satisfy my bottoming urges. With some more lube he slid right into my tight, hungry hole. Waves of pleasure begin to flow over my body as I push him deeper into me, then slowly withdraw up to the tip before plunging him back into me. I very very slowly increased my pace over the next couple of minutes and my wincing and moaning increased with it. Soon I was rhythmically nearly burying this thing into my body and withdrawing it to the tip. The room filled with sound – the silicone slapping my skin, my cock flopping against my furry stomach as my body lurched forward and backwards with my knees and feet in the air, the creaking of my bed with each thrust.

“Don't stop on my account,” I hear a deep voice say from the doorway.

My bed being on the same wall as the doorway, I quickly look to my right and see a man standing there. Tall, probably 6 foot, 40's I would guess, and a little on the heavier side but not obese, with a short stubbly beard and round face and short, messy dark hair. If his tool belt didn't give the appearance enough, his black overalls, gray thermal, and black work boots looked very stereotypical of a repairman.

“Whoa! Shit!” I nearly yelled out of surprise and embarrassment. I dropped my feet to the bed and reached for the comforter and hurriedly covered my naked body up to my neck. “How did you get in here?!” I asked.

He chuckled deeply, “They gave me a key, and you marked online that we could enter the premises.” His eyes continued to look at the outline of my body covered by the heavy blanket tented by my knees.

“Couldn't you announce yourself??” I asked, frustrated.

“Well I did, but I think you were having too much fun to hear me boy,” he said matter of factly.

My mouth opened as if to say something, but I didn't know what to say. My blood-rushed face surely showing how embarrassed I was, he started again.

“Like I said, don't let me interrupt boy,” he quickly pursed and licked his dry lips. “You got a leaky tub?”

Lost in thought, I could hardly speak.

“I – I um, uh,” I stammered.

He chuckled again and as he turned to walk away, “I'll take a look. Like I said, don't let me stop you.”

He turned and walked into the bathroom; which is on the other side of the wall my headboard is against, for perspectives sake. I dropped my head onto the pillow and lowered my knees which pushed the dildo another inch inside of me, making me quietly wince before I caught myself. My hard cock had fallen limp out of pure shock. What is happening, I thought, my eyes wide and scanning the ceiling as if the answer is in the popcorn above me. I heard him shuffling around in the bathroom and a couple of metallic clangs. I tried to replay what had just happened in my mind, what he might've seen before I saw him, what he had said, how he looked at me, and finally I thought about him. My cock slowly began to harden again. I flexed my semi-hard cock as it grew firm and my hole briefly tightened around the probe 7” deep inside of me.

“Mm,” I let escape. As my cock grew hard, I began to slowly move my hips again and very gently pump my dildo back and forth, deep inside of me. I thought about how there was a stranger in my apartment and I'm naked and fucking myself on my bed. He'd told me to keep up whatever I was doing – why? Does this happen often to repairmen, I thought? Was he just being polite? Do they just brush it off and continue with work? But he called me boy! Why was he looking at my body? Did he like what he saw? As I thought, I became more comfortable with the idea that he was in the next room, working away. Before long, I kinda liked the idea that he was there. It was almost like being watched, but just being heard instead. I thought about him briefly. Recalling his burliness with his stubbly beard and the black overalls with the tool belt.

There were a few more metallic clangs from the bathroom. The quiet, gentle pumping of the dildo had fully stiffened my cock. I began to pump a little faster and gripped my stiff cock to keep it from smacking against my stomach. As I began to lurch my body with the thrusts, the bed creaked a few times, ending my attempt at staying silent. I slowed to long, slow pumps into my hole nearly withdrawing the dildo each time before gently pushing it as deep as I could handle without lurching my body which creaks the bed.

“Ahh,” I let escape again. “Mm,” again a moment later. I let go of my stiff cock and covered my mouth to try to muffle my involuntary sounds. I closed my eyes and began to imagine the thrill of this repairman listening to me. Then I began to imagine him watching me, first under the covers, but then throwing the covers off and showing him my naked body. He'd watch as I slowly fucked myself with this long, slender fleshy fake cock. I fantasized that maybe he begin to stroke himself through his overalls, his eyes running all along my naked body from across the room. He'd watch as my cock would shoot streams of cum all across my furry torso as I'd plunge my dildo as deep as it would go.

Abandoning my attempts of being silent, I let several short whimpers and moans escape through my lips, still muffled by my hand. Another clang came from the bathroom and I heard the metal fixture being adjusted through the wall. Just a moment later,

“All done in there, but I see you aren't.”

Still covered up and opening my eyes, I jumped slightly in surprise and turned to look at him, taking my hand from my mouth. His tool belt was missing and a noticeable bulge took its place just below his waistline. He leaned against the doorway, this time looking me in the eyes.

Trying to be discreet, I very slowly push and pull the dildo in and out of me as he watches. The comforter lifts and drops slowly, probably giving me away though. I was just imagining this, I thought, now its happening! I didn't say anything to him until another whimper escaped my lips.

“Mm!” as the dildo hit a certain spot inside of me.

He returned my whimper with a subtle grunt of approval.

“You wanna watch?” I mustered the courage to ask.

After a long moment of silence, he said dryly and with his deep voice “Not if you're hiding under the covers.”

I pushed the comforter off of me. The cool air of the room covered my body and a quick shiver went through me.

“Mm, boy,” he grunted as his eyes scanned my white, lightly tanned skin covered in thin dark blonde hair on my chest and a furry happy trail all the way down to my overgrown bush of darker blonde and brown hair. He watched my fingers gently continue to push my dildo deep inside of me before pulling out again.

“Ah, mm,” I wince again.

“Does that feel good, boy?”

“Mmhmmm,” I whine.

He gripped his bulge through his overalls and squeezed it tightly and stroked it for a moment. Watching his eyes fixed on my lubed up hole, pried apart by the silicone, as he gripped himself made my body lurch. I closed my eyes and embellished a bit for him, moving my hips and wincing a few more times. As my guttural sounds grew louder and more frequent after a couple of minutes, I felt something I wasn't expecting.

His rough, dry fingers connected with the tender skin of my inner thigh and I jumped as he squeezed me. I froze, and just as I opened my eyes he wrapped his palm around my rock hard 7” cock, pre cum slowly flowing from the tip. Without acknowledging me, he leaned down and promptly took my cock into his mouth. I hadn't even heard him come to the side of the bed and now my cock was down his throat.

“Ahh agh aahh!” I moan, mostly in shock. I wanted this guy to watch me, I didn't think he'd touch me! He began to bob up and down on my stiff cock. My knees still up from fucking myself, he gripped my naked thighs tightly as he sucked. My mouth agape, I let my hands fall to the bed, not knowing what to do right now – was I comfortable with this? Is the mere fact that I'm asking myself my answer? Just a moment later, I felt pressure in my hole. He had gripped the dildo and began to gently slide it deeper inside of me before withdrawing it only to softly plunge it back in. I continued to wince and moan from the pleasure, but my mind raced. I felt frozen. Helpless. Violated. I wondered if he misunderstood that I wanted him to just watch me. I thought I sort of asked him to just watch me. Did I invite him to do this to me? Was showing him my body an unspoken invitation? Was this his plan all along? Or did this just happen? Can I want something to stop if it feels this good? I winced loudly as he picked up his pace with the dildo.

“Ah, please,” I whine, “ah, ah, I – I don't.. ahhh.. no – no, no!” he began pumping into my hole at a much faster pace. 'No' quickly turned to a much louder, “Oh – oh – oh – oh oh my god. Oh fuck!” He plunges my cock deep down his throat and quickens his pace with my hole and his mouth.

To a degree, despite the waves of delight and stimulation I was experiencing, I still felt as if he was violating me. Through my moans and whines and the writhing of my body – only pushing my cock further down his throat and making the dildo hit more places deep inside my hole – I still felt that this was wrong, dangerous, and so unlike me.

“Please, ah! Oh fuck, that feels so good. No, please. Stop,” I whined, my eyes shut as tight as my fists were clenched. I didn't know what to do.

Just then, “Oh – oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!” I shout.

My body lurches upward, plunging my reddened cock as deep as it could go down his throat. At the same time he buried my dildo inside of me and then continued to thrust it into my in short bursts at a high rate of speed. He swallows what feels to be the first couple ropes of cum.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I shout just before he chokes and grips my cum and slobber covered dick with his course skin and raises his head.

Another rope of cum shoots from the tip of my throbbing cock and lands partly on my cheek and down onto my chin and neck. Then another rope, forming little white puddles all over my chest, the beads collecting in the body hair. A final short rope shot just a couple inches high and landed on the mans hand and I watched and felt as the cum made his rough, dry hands slick and warm. My cock so sensitive, I began to squirm as he slowly stroked from the base to the tip, as if to squeeze out every last bit of cum. He'd slowed now with the dildo and soon came to a stop when he released my slippery shaft.

“Fuck yeah, boy,” he said.

I dropped my head back down onto the pillow and let my body become a rag doll. Like jello I laid there for a moment, overcome with tingles and goosebumps, panting – I thought I saw stars. I could feel the sweat on my forehead and wished I had turned my fan on. I closed my eyes and let myself briefly drift into an almost dream-like state.

“I knew you'd like that, but didn't expect that much cum,” he said, sounding proud of himself.

I collected my thoughts, “No... me neither,” I panted and rested my forearm on my forehead.

“You did good though,” he said as I heard him shuffle around.

“What do you mean?” I asked without moving. “I don't know if I should've even –,”

He interrupted, “You got me good and ready.”

“What??”

I lift my head and open my eyes and see him standing right beside the bed. He'd removed his long sleeve thermal and undone his overalls, allowing them to fall to his knees. Having removed his clothes, now I could see that his body was very hairy, much more than mine. Short, dark curly hair covered his chest and rounded belly that protruded over his waistline a bit and continued all the way up to his arms and shoulders. His boxer briefs still around his waist, they were strained to the max it looked like, concealing a large, thick throbbing cock. At the end of it was a giant wet spot of pre cum that he'd already leaked.

“I don't think th–,” I started.

“Quiet, now boy,” he ordered in his deep voice, sounding slightly more aggressive than before, “Now I know you liked that.” He furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, but you –,”

“No buts,” he said over me, this time a bit more assertive, “okay?”

I didn't know what else to do. This man could clearly overpower me if he really wanted to by just his size alone. If I plainly told him no, would he listen? Would it upset him? Would he hurt me? My heart pounded and my mind raced as I stared at him glaring back.

He gripped his cock through his briefs with his right hand, “Okay, boy?” he repeated, much softer.

Fuck it, I thought, what am I gonna do?

“Okay,” I said quietly.

“Good boy,” he said quickly.

He instantly grabbed my thighs and spread them apart. I lay back, telling myself to just accept whatever he's going to do to me. I close my eyes and try my best to steady my breathing and relax. He gently pulls the dildo from my hole and I loudly wince and twitch my body as it exits. I could feel my hole slightly agape having been pried apart for so long.

“Yeeaahh there ya go,” he said, again in a softer tone.

His finger pressed against my open hole and he felt the inside of me, still slippery from the lube. With no trouble, his whole index finger fit inside my hole while barely touching any flesh; I was literally gaping. Blowing past two fingers, he slides three deep into me, making me wince and writhe my body.

“Ah – ah!” I wince as he quickly finds my prostate, sore from being prodded for the last half hour.

He grunts in approval as I continue to twist and turn my body in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. After a few minutes, and with my cock having stiffened again from the stimulation, he pulls his fingers out. I tried to relax, figuring he's going to fuck me now. Breathe, I told myself, maybe he'll blow his load instantly and it'll all be over. What if he doesn't though. Maybe he'll last all afternoon, I thought. Fuck, what have I done?

I lift my head and see him lower his boxer shorts to his knees. His cock was the girthiest I've ever seen! He had to be six inches around and six and a half inches long. His foreskin had been pulled back allowing his glistening, purple head to be seen. I stared at his is thick, unkept mound of dark pubes at the base of his thick shaft and swallowed hard. What have I done?

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed both of my thighs, turning and pulling me sideways off the bed, throwing my ankles to his shoulders and lifting my butt to his tree trunk of a cock sticking straight out, pulsing. I wince as he abruptly spins me.

“Aright, be a good boy now,” he said softly as he lifted my back with his right arm and gripped his cock in his left hand, positioning it at the entrance of my sore, gaping hole. As if he'd been in there before, he drove his bare cock deep into me with one strong thrust.

Loudly, and in unison, “Oooooh! Oh my god!”  –  “Ooooh! Fuck yeah boy!”

He stayed there, buried inside of me, raw. I felt his thick shaft spreading my hole further than its ever been before, pushing my insides apart from one another. His shaft pulsed against my warm, wet flesh as he grunted and glared at me, my feet beside his face. I gripped his forearms with all of my strength, as if I were falling and he was the only thing to hold onto.

“Yes! Yeess baby, yeah!” His tone softened.

My mouth still agape and feeling like I couldn't even breathe, my body shuddered. I was so tense.

“Relax boy, relax,” he breathed loudly as if to tell me to follow his breath.

Finally I drew a long slow inhale, a quivering breath. The exhale even more shaky.

“There you go,” he said just before he began to slowly gyrate his hips into my rounded, sore butt.

Our eyes held onto the others and I tried my best to follow his loud, steady breaths. His slow, short thrusts continued and his face was one of pure bliss – mouth agape, brows raised, euphoric.

Soon my breathing was able to match his and he quickened his thrusts.

All I could manage to utter were combinations of, “Oh my god, fuck! Ouch – aw! Ahh, oh!”

As my hole slowly grew tolerant of being spread nearly three inches wide, each thrust became ever so slightly less painful and more pleasurable. I heard myself wincing, “Oh, fuck yes,” instead on no. I felt his tight grip behind my back and I squeezed the muscles beginning to swell from his arms as if to massage them.

I don't know how long he pillaged and raped my hole, but soon I could feel my body covered in sweat, and felt the beads forming on his arms as I held onto him. I never had expected a feeling of elation to come over me, having been so concerned initially. I might have even smiled at one point as he continued to plow his full body weight into me. This feeling grew slowly at first but then grew all at once to feel as if there was a balloon inside of me. And then, bam! My cock began erupting thick white ropes of cum.

Turning from surprise to pleasure, I nearly yelled, “Oh! Oh! Ooohh! Oooohhhh!” as four, five, six ropes of cum shot across my face, my neck, and my chest. I could even taste cum that I'd guessed had shot into my open mouth.

“Oh fuck, boy!” the man matched my heightened volume, “Fuuck yeah!” he continued to thrust as my waves of orgasmic pleasure subsided, picking up his pace. “Yeahhh, yeahhh!” he was glaring at my body, glazed in my own cum from two separate orgasms.

Then he leaned over and dropped his fists to the bed, my kneecaps coming to my face. This opened my hole further for him to get deeper. He thrust his hips the fastest yet into me, our skin smacking loudly together as cum and spit and lube all combined. Both of us moaning and grunting together for another minute, he quickly pulled out and gripped his shaft. Like a stream of piss almost, he came! Warm milky white goo erupted onto my curled up body and shot deep into my open, gaping hole. I felt the warm liquid pool deep inside of my hole. I was suddenly soaked in both of our cum!

He hollered and grunted as I encouraged him, “Oh fuck yeah, cover me in your cum and fill me up! Oh yeeaahh!”

When his balls had completely drained of cum, he gripped his cock as it began to soften and pushed it back in. The pool of his cum inside of me squished and slurped as he gave a dozen last ditch, exhausted thrusts of desperation inside of me, panting.

He held himself up with his arms on either side of my head and panted in my face. A couple beads of sweat dripped from his brow and nose and landed on my body. I felt his cock softening inside of my hole, but he seemed to want to keep it there as long as I'd let him.

“Goddamn, boy,” he panted, “goddamn.”

He pulled out and I saw his flaccid cock, still four or five inches and girthy, but hanging towards the floor. It glistened from the cum and lube that it was covered in. He pulled his clothes back on and readied himself to leave.

“Thanks, boy. If you have any more maintenance issues, names Dirk.” He smirked and left the room, grabbing his tool belt in the doorway.

As I heard my apartment door close behind him, I lay silent, replaying what had just happened. Still wondering if this was rough sex or something far more serious. I did say okay, but mostly out of concern. Did you hate it? I asked myself. Did you like it? I didn't know. What I did know is that I had the two most intense and cum-filled orgasms of my life just now.. and that I probably won't be able to walk the rest of the day.