Repairman

After Sam moved into his home on the top floor of an apartment block, he became fascinated with his neighbours. They occupied the far end unit and he lived next door to them. The six units on each floor were mirror images of one another and Sam, therefore, shared an adjoining bedroom wall with Tex and Gail. They had a very noisy sex life and Sam would frequently hear them cavorting after two a.m.

Gail worked at a nightclub from six p.m. till two a.m., and after being collected by Tex after her shift ended, the nightly gasp and grunt show commenced. The format of what transpired next door consisted of arguing, followed by slapping, before the inevitable gasps and groans would ensue.

Ironically, Sam did not mind the noise and would always join in, in absentia, and excitedly masturbate as he imagined what was happening next door.

Tex and Gail were rough looking, and the buxom Gail had a big butt and huge tits. Gail was unattractive and her short black hair had a purple streak across the middle of her head. Her overdone makeup always gave her a sluttish appearance.

Tex was a repairman and on his pickup the initials, AHR appeared, which was an acronym for All Home Repairs. Tex was a big guy, with long brown hair that he wore in a ponytail. He had full-sleeved tattoos on his arms and generally wore well-used jeans and scruffy t-shirts. Despite his rough appearance, Tex was good-looking. He had expressive eyes and a beautiful nose. His goatee, however, always looked like it was in need of a good trimming.

Tex’s left front incisor tooth was so badly chipped and it almost appeared like he had a gap between his top front teeth. Tex’s hands were very large and rough, and the tips of the fourth and fifth fingers on his left hand were missing. One was left in no doubt that he was a blue-collar worker. Tex also permeated a manly hum, resulting from constant visible damp stains under his armpits. Having said all that, there was something very sexy about him, and every time Sam encountered Tex in the passage, Tex’s animal magnetism began to intrigue Sam more and more. This was rather strange, because Tex wasn’t really the kind of guy that Sam would normally be interested in.

When Sam began experiencing a problem with his kitchen faucet a few weeks later, the matter began to escalate by the day. He was slightly reticent to call on Tex to assist with his dilemma but finally decided to do so, hoping to negate the callout fee that he figured Tex might hopefully forgo.

After Tex had dropped Gail off at work the following evening, Sam exasperatedly knocked on Tex’s door at six-thirty. Tex was wearing a skanky t-shirt and shorts, as well as being barefoot as he opened the door.

After Sam explained his situation, Tex surprisingly insisted on following Sam him to his apartment immediately for a closer inspection. In his haste to solve his dilemma, however, Sam had not factored in the homoerotic art that he had hanging in his apartment.

Upon entering Sam’s home, this oversight by Sam was definitely not missed by Tex, as Tex enthrallingly scanned the living room walls.

‘What the hell,’ Sam cogitated after Tex’s arrival, ‘The cat’s out the bag.’

Next, as Tex evaluated the problem, Sam made a joke about saving on the callout fee, to which Tex merely smiled. After making a quick assessment, Tex said he would return in a couple of minutes.

Fortunately, Sam had a few beers in the refrigerator and offered Tex one upon his return, in the hope that his hospitality might save him the extra few bucks.

As Tex went about his work, Sam hovered nearby observing Tex at work. As he did, so he realised that Tex was actually even better looking than he had formerly thought. Tex obviously knew what he was doing because the work progressed seamlessly.

“Yer look a little tense,” Tex said glancing at Sam, after Tex had completed his task.

“Really…?” Sam replied, somewhat bewildered.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone ever visiting you,” Tex stated, matter-of-factly.

Before Sam could respond, Tex persevered, “Pardon my crudeness, but yer looks like yer in need of a good service.”

Sam’s flabbergasted demeanour now spurred Tex on even further. “Yer can always tell a gay guy that’s being well serviced from one who ain’t… because they are far less uptight and they have a sparkle in their eyes,” Tex explained, with a challenging look on his face.

At this point, things had become so bizarre that Sam felt that his knees were about to give way from under him. Grasping at straws and hoping like hell to regain some composure, Sam attempted to introduce a bit of humour to steady the situation.

“So, are you now about to suggest introducing me to a gay relative or gay buddy of yours?” Sam asked with fake bravado.

“Nah, yer backside is yer own business,” Tex stated matter-of-factly, nullifying Sam’s question.

Then, with a salacious grin, Tex again assumed control of the situation.

“You see… the thang is, gay men need to have their butts serviced, to keep them happy and chilled, just like a female needs her pussy well-serviced,” Tex stated with an air of authority.

“Oh?” was all Sam could manage, now totally mystified.

Without missing a beat, Tex now commenced expounding on his theory. “I regularly offer pussy service to my female customers and they love it. Of course, pussy is pussy, so how can I refuse,” Tex stated, in a contemptuous manner.

Ironically, what would normally have sickened Sam now began to excite him. In addition, Tex’s heady aroma also started overwhelming Sam’s rational thought.

‘Jesus… this fuckin’ man is a walking sex-bomb,’ Sam thought as his nostrils began to twitch with horniness.

“But… what about Gail?” Sam then asked, in a quavering voice.

After a laugh, Tex answered, “She’s fucking her old boss, buddy, and it won’t be long before she moves out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam retorted, feigning sincerity.

“Why? Can’t wait for the bitch to leave, because that whore is into money,” Tex answered with a derisive guffaw. “I’m tired of her bullshit and the sooner she fucks off, the better,” Tex concluded, decisively.

Sam just stood there dumbfounded. He had entered a twilight zone and nothing was making any sense to him any longer. ‘Is this straight guy fuckin’ with my head?’ he asked himself.

After Tex took a final swig of his beer, Sam nervously asked, “How much do I owe you?”

“Well… there’s no call-out fee as yer mentioned, and with yer being a neighbour and all, I reckon that a barter deal would be appropriate,” Tex said in an overtly butch manner, before running his forearm across his nose.

“Barter deal?” Sam questioned, now entirely dumbfounded.

“Sure, I kinda figured that a blowjob will settle yer debt satisfactorily,” Tex pragmatically countered, his eyes now ablaze with horniness.

“I… umm, would rather just pay you,” Sam stammered, as he began to wonder if this was a trap of some sort, and whether he would end up concussed in his apartment if he took the bait.

“Nah, I want a blowjob,” Tex countered abruptly.

Tex then began moving towards Sam and shortly his body was pinned up against the kitchen counter. Then, clamping Sam’s hips, Tex’s mouth began to search for Sam’s lips. Sam initially tried to avoid this, but Tex’s left hand swiftly moved up anchored Sam’s head. As Sam clamped his mouth shut, Tex’s tongue began to move to and fro across his lips. As Sam kept resisting, he had never been more turned on in his life.

In all honesty, the reality of such an event had never dawned on him before, but much as Sam wanted to fight Tex off, his yearning body let him down and finally, his lips just gave in.

As Tex’s long tongue explored Sam’s mouth, Sam capitulated to him completely, and when Tex finally released Sam’s lips, he said, “Tex is going to give yer a good fucking. Yer butt is going to be well-serviced when good ole Tex is done with yer.”

After pulling Sam’s t-shirt up and over his head, Tex’s mouth moved down and suctioned onto Sam’s right nipple. After lolling his tongue on Sam’s tit for a short while, Tex’s chipped tooth began to mistreat Sam’s nipple. The feeling was indescribable and the discomfort was well worth it. As Tex then moved to Sam’s other tit, his hands pushed Sam’s shorts and underpants down. Sam’s other nipple got scuffed as Tex’s rough middle finger also began to stroke his manhole. Sam almost convulsed with pleasure before Tex lifted him in his arms, and carried Sam through to the bedroom.

Once there, Tex pulled his own t-shirt off, before pushing his pants, and underpants down. As Sam looked at Tex’s dick, his heart almost stopped as she observed the huge uncut schlong swaying from Tex’s hips.

Then, after placing Sam on his back, Tex mounted the bed on his knees before pushing Sam’s legs backward. After clamping Sam’s thighs with his hands, Tex lowered his torso before suctioning his mouth onto Sam’s rosebud. Tex’s tongue now began snaking in and out of Sam’s butt-hole, before Tex’s chipped front tooth began to rasp at fleshy folds of Sam’s balloon knot.

Sam had never felt anything so stimulating in his life. After Sam’s hands gripped onto Tex’s head, Tex began to intensify his feverish gnawing. Tex kept up his oral persistence, tantalizing Sam relentlessly. Writhing like a serpent, Sam began to gasp in rapture.

Next, Tex placed his knob on Sam’s portal before pushing his knob into Sam’s crinkled star. On outstretched arms, Tex now hovered over Sam as his dick attacked Sam’s bum-hole ferociously. As Tex commenced hammering his cock into Sam’s rear end like a man possessed, Sam’s frame surrendered to Tex’s animalistic onslaught in a trancelike state of total rapture.

Finally, when Tex’s body went into overdrive, Tex yelled, “Are yer ready for my spunk, boy?”

“Fuck, yes,” Sam shrieked rapturously.

Tex then delivered a mother-load of jizz into Sam’s snatch as he pummelled Sam’s portal savagely.

Sam had never been so comprehensively fucked in his life. As Tex’s pungent body collapsed on top of him, Sam groaned with unbridled satisfaction, happy about the brilliant barter deal that he had wisely accepted.

Sam kept lying on the bed after Tex departed; overcome by the most blissful exhaustion he had ever felt.

For the following three nights, Sam again listened to the nightly noises from next door. There was a touch of despair within him as he feared that his experience with Tex might have been an aberration. What was most disappointing was that Tex had not even spoken to him at all.

In the early hours of Sunday morning, however, things were surprisingly subdued next door. At around nine that morning, as Sam stood in his kitchen looking out of the window onto the back parking area, as he sipped his coffee he observed Tex and Gail on the way to Tex’s pickup with a number of suitcases in hand.

Less than thirty-minutes later, Sam heard a knock at his front door, and when he opened the door, Tex was standing there with a smile on his face.

“I’ve got rid of the bitch,” he said, before concluding, “I’ve just dropped her off with the boss she’s been fucking.”

Sam barely got a chance to respond before Tex told Sam to get his keys and follow. Excitedly, Sam did as commanded.

The apartment next door was like a pigsty. Bottles and dirty laundry lay scattered about, and worst of all there were overflowing ashtrays in the lounge. As Sam stood looking and somewhat stunned, Tex uttered, “She was a lazy bitch who didn’t know how to care for her man.”

Without pause, Tex then began removing his shorts, underpants, and t-shirt, before herding Sam through to the bedroom. Upon their arrival in the bedroom, Sam’s clothes were pulled off his body before he was flung onto the bed on his stomach.

“Yer repairman needs some serious fucking,” Tex exclaimed, as he mounted Sam’s body. Tex wasn’t interested in any chitchat and shortly Sam was clamped in his pungent embrace, as Tex’s impatient knob immediately laid claim to Sam’s arse. As he humped Sam’s body, he began to grunt like a happy hog at his food trough, and soon Sam felt like he had hyper-bunny going ballistic on top of him. Tex was a total fuck-machine.

Tex’s huge cock was giving Sam exactly what he had needed and Sam’s second service was pleasing him beyond comprehension. Sam was now totally addicted to Tex’s knob, and he instinctively knew that he was most probably crossing the threshold to a new dawn of sexual enslavement.

After a short while of solid fucking, Tex lifted off him before explaining that as they were now in the corner unit, being noisy wasn’t a problem. Any confusion that Sam had about this pronouncement was soon sorted out when Tex began spanking his arse vigorously.

“You have to know your place, boy,” Tex admonished, as Tex continued solidly whacking Sam’s arse. After an initial shock, Sam began to feel a tsunami of lust overwhelm his body as Tex’s arm swayed two and fro like a metronome.

Deliberately adding to the drama, Sam loudly begged for mercy as his cheeks reddened.

When Tex’s strikes abated a short while later, Tex’s stumped fingers entered Sam’s backside and plundered his pucker. Tex’s animalistic grunts further excited Sam as Tex’s fingers continued to ransack Sam’s butt-hole.

Next, Tex then replaced his fingers with his dick and commenced manically pummelling Sam’s arse.

After lowering his torso onto Sam’s body, Tex’s fingers began tweaking Sam’s tits. Ultimately, after moving his one hand downward, Tex commenced squeezing Sam’s dick and balls frenziedly. Sam was so overexcited at this point, that his cock erupted like a breached dam wall as his body shuddered uncontrollably. Sam had never orgasmed so intensely before.

When Sam finally felt Tex’s body lifting off him, Tex then issued his next command.

“Turn over.” Once he had done so, Tex nestled himself straight back onto Sam’s body. Sam was astonished that Tex’s knob was still rock-hard as it snuggled between his thighs. Moments later, Sam’s legs were lifted before Tex’s cock once more burrowed into his backside.

‘I could get used to this,’ Sam gleefully ruminated, as his next service got underway.