Maintenance request

I started this job a few months ago. It paid well, had great hours and plenty of eye candy. Once such DILF that classified as eye candy was probably late-thirties, early-forties, about my height of six foot, muscular but not a gym bunny and, best of all, seemed equally interested in me, through a wave and a smile every time I saw him. 

It was Friday last week, and I got a maintenance request and, at the end of the day, went to the apartment, as I knew it would be an easy fix. To my amazement the door opened, and it was my DILF. Not only was it him, but he was in a towel and wet – obviously I interrupted his shower. We both greeted each other with wide eyes initially, then smiles. His dark reddish beard had more grey in it that I’ve noticed before, which is almost as good as the grey chest hair he was showing me at the door; not a pelt, but an honest, hand-running-through amount of hair, still somewhat wet from the shower, on firm pecs complete with big, pink nipples, which were now erect.

He offered me in, which I followed with my ladder. Soon enough I had diagnosed the problem and excused myself to get a replacement part. When I returned, he was still in his towel, albeit drier now than when I arrived. He asked if I would mind if he’d finish his post-shower routine while I fixed the fan. I almost insisted as it gave us more time to watch each other in the mirror. 

We made small talk while I replaced the bathroom fan. Several minutes later, I was finished and started to step down from the ladder. I watched him watch me and when he noticed, he smiled. As I stepped behind him and started to unfold the ladder, he pushed his towel covered ass towards me. I looked down, then up at him in the reflection in the mirror. His face had the familiar look of the horny DILF that I’ve come to not only know, but crave, as DILFs are my weakness. And, to be honest, it’s been a couple weeks since I had any action.

I told him I would, but I was on the clock. He motioned over to the clock on the counter, noting it read 5:07PM. I was officially ‘off the clock’ he said. And he was right.

By this time, my blue uniform pants had been tight in the front for some time. This man was sexy AF and it was almost as if he knew I had been lusting after him for months. I reached out and cupped his ass. It was firm under the towel. I ran my hand up his back, feeling how tense every muscle was under his smooth skin. I watched my hand trace up his spine, then looked at our reflection; him bent over the sink in only a towel and me, still in my work uniform, directly behind him.

I pulled the towel up, exposing his somewhat furry ass. I ran my finger down his warm and hairy crack, which caused him to moan. I found his hole with my thumb and I laughed as he shuddered – I didn’t even know his name! But that’s not stopped me before. I thought I was more mature these days, but I guess I was a slave for a hot DILF still!

I pressed my thumb forward as the tip penetrated his freshly clean crevice. He sighed hugely, his shoulders rising and falling. Then he pushed back, his hole engulfing my thumb. He groaned loudly as I pushed my thumb in deeper. I pulled it out and replaced it with my thinner, but longer, middle finger. I felt his muscle grasp my finger eagerly, almost pulling it in deeper. Damn, this guy is insatiable, I thought. He muttered something – I think it was his name – but I was so entranced by his anal offering that if he did tell me his name, I don’t remember it. Dan? Dave? Dilbert? Hell, I don’t know. Nor did I care at the time. This was especially after he reached down, between his legs and grabbed my throbbing dick through my pants. He muttered something about my size and what he wanted, snapping me out of my trance.

Still finger deep, I asked him if he wanted ‘that cock’. He replied in the affirmative, so, without hesitation, I dropped my pants and boxers, freeing the beast, as it were. I’ve been complimented on my dick, both in size and appearance, so I didn’t need any affirmation from him on that matter. I just knew this: he’s hot, his ass is hot and tight, I hadn’t had any ass for a couple weeks and he was willing. That’s enough for me.

Before my pants hit the ground, my finger was pulled out and my wet dick head was knocking at his back door. He laid down on the sink, making his torso more parallel with the floor, causing his as to stick out like a sore thumb. I pulled my shirt up to my mouth and bit the front of it (I didn’t want any mess on my work shirt) which exposed my hairy stomach and ever so lightly trimmed bush. I grabbed my begging cock with my other hand and painted his hairy hole and pucker with my natural lube, of which there was a lot – there’s always a lot with me. I watched his firm and fuzzy cheeks jiggle as I slapped them with my dick, tossing my pre- all over the bathroom – I didn’t have to clean it why would I care?!?

With one hand on my dick, pointing it at his hole, I grabbed his shoulder with the other hand, never releasing my shirt from my mouth, and pushed. Even though I had a long finger and thicker thumb inside him, there was plenty of resistance. Tight boy, I though. Pushing his shoulders down more caused him ass to rotate up slightly, giving me more leverage – enough to pop that mushroom head into him. He gasped and tried to pull away, but I held him firm, continuing my assault on his nether region. 

He half whimpered and half whelped as I sank my head into him. It plowed a way free for the shaft and its left curve. I felt his ring muscle try to put up a defense, but with my body weight behind me, it had no recourse but to surrender. As I sank hairy balls deep into him, he expelled every molecule of air in his lungs, which caused him to relax – well at least his lower half. As my pubes met his fuzzy rump, I released the hold I had on my dick and grabbed his other shoulder with my pre covered hand.

I held him tight against both me and the sink as I slowly started to work my pole in and out of him. He must have had as little action as I have had – or he’s a freak of nature – as I haven’t felt a hole that tight in years. As my head pulled back, only to push back into him, time and time again, he started to somehow convulse his hole around my shaft, causing my balls to pull up. I knew I was close so I slammed into him and held myself there as he cried and, at the same time, continued to squeeze the length of my dick, which was now buried deep inside him. I looked up from his rear to his reflection. 

His eyes were closed and his mouth open, enjoying the sensation. I took a few seconds to study his face and, as he pushed himself up on his hands, his hairy chest. I still haven’t seen his dick, but I didn’t care about that now. Having studies his handsome face, I just wanted to fill him up as much as I could.

I repositioned myself for ‘maximum attack’, and with all I had, started pounded him, deep and hard. The sound of dry skin slapping was soon replaced by the slapping of my wet bush against his cheeks. I watched his body bounce with each hit. I slammed into him so hard I had to stop for a second as my nuts were hurting.

“Shit!” he mumbled as his head dropped back down between his shoulders. “You know how to fuck, boy!”

“I’m gonna fill that hole, daddy” I said.

“Do it! Fill me!” he said as he reached around and down, I suspect to jack his own dick.

I pulled back, watching my wet and veiny shaft exit his chute, pulling his wet crack hairs along the skin until my flared head started to stretch his now red and swollen hole. I looked up at his reflection – he was looking at me, his face contorted in both pain and pleasure. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, as I smashed back into him over and over, faster and faster, deeper and deeper until my sac started to hurt.

I felt a drop of sweat run down my nose as that familiar tingling started deep in my balls, resonating out, up my spine and to my brain. I took a deep breath as my body started to shake, pressure building up inside me. I wanted to last longer but just then, his chute started that pulsing again and I unloaded weeks’ worth of seed deep into him. I roared and bellowed as my dick did its job and deposited my genetic material deep into him. But I couldn’t stop pumping into him. With each blast from me, he’d milk my dick, begging for more, which my body somehow supplied. It was like our bodies were one and in sync: I give, he ask for me, and I give me. Over and over and over again. I don’t think I’ve even came that much for that long without stopping the fucking. 

My head was swimming in ‘feel goodness’ and my vision narrowed. I thought I was going to black out. But I didn’t stop the pumping - I couldn’t. My body just kept on going like it was on autopilot. That is, until I felt him cum. 

His hole pulsed once, then twice, then gripped my dick in such a way it hurt! With surprising force, his clamping chute spit my still hard and thrusting dick out of his crevasse with a wet ‘slop’ noise, flinging up and hitting my stomach, tossing the last drop or two of my own up in the air. I was shocked and looked down at his body to see it quivering as if he was having a seizure. At first, I was concerned – what was happening to him? Then I realized he was coming.

I watched his now almost inside out hole pucker and quiver with each of his shots as my tortured yet relieved dick bounce around with each of my heartbeats. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, his body was seriously red, as if it was going to explode. Just then, he let out the loudest howl I’ve ever heard from a human being! I took a step back, dropping the shirt from my mouth on my wet dick, and watched this man empty his balls like none I’ve ever seen in person.

A few seconds later, he relaxed – his body returning to its normal color. I slapped his cheeks with my now slightly less hard dick. He twitched with each slap. I stepped back and pulled up my pants. As I did, he stood up and turned around. His cock was very respectable, but what I missed out on was the actual cumming event. Not only was there thick, white liquid on the sink, but the counter and coated the doors, running down and dripping on the tile of the bathroom. I missed out, I thought to myself!

“I needed that from you big time, Brett” he said lightly poking my name badge on my shirt.

I just shock my head yes as I stuffed everything back in my pants which, after seeing the mess he made, started to get hard again.

“I’m happy to help” I replied, licking my now dry lips.

“I may have other… jobs…for you if you’re game” he said.

“I’ll give you my number. Message me anytime” I replied. “I guess I should go.”

“Yeah. I have a mess to clean up” he said, looking at the counter and tile.

“Is that… is that normal for you? That amount?” I asked.

“Only when someone knows how to make me cum like that” he said with a smile.

I grabbed the ladder and headed towards the door, him behind me wearing nothing. As I stepped out, he slapped my ass, causing me to jump. I smiled and looked over my shoulder.

“Get with me any time, man.”

“You got it” he said as he closed the door.

My legs were weak and my shirt wet as I walked to the cart. My phone vibrated. I looked down and saw a number I didn’t recognize. The message read: “I think I need some maintenance tomorrow.”