The Maintenance Man

“Ugh the A/C must be broken again,” I thought. I wiped the sweat off my brow as I sat at my desk in my hot apartment. The A/C went out almost every other month, but on a sweltering hot summer day like this I couldn’t stand it much longer. “There’s no way I’m renewing my lease to this apartment,” I thought frustrated. I dialed the maintenance number. Since I had to call maintenance so often, I almost knew the maintenance number by heart.

“Hello, my A/C went out again,” I said annoyed.

“What room are you in?” A gruff voice answered.

“Room 701 C,” I replied

“I’ll be right over,” he said and hung up.

I let out a frustrating sigh and turned my fan on high as I continued to try to write my research paper despite the humidity.

A few minutes later I heard knocking on the door and a loud shout, “Maintenance!”  

I hurried to the door and opened it to see a large burly man with a dense ginger beard and a toolbox. I usually recognized the regular maintenance guys who’d be over often to fix the A/C, but I’d never seen this guy before.  

“I’m here to fix you’re A/C unit.” He had a deep low voice to match his husky frame.    

“Great,” I replied and let him into the common area.

“Let me see what the problem is,” he said as he began inspecting our A/C unit. I stood there awkwardly, unsure if I should leave or wait until he told me what was wrong. He was wearing work boots, dirty jeans, and a white shirt. His muscled hairy arms grabbed a screwdriver out his toolbox and his brow furrowed as he focused on unscrewing the vent. “You don’t have to stay here and stare,” he said and looked me in my eyes with a smile.

“Oh uh ok… yeah I’ll leave you alone,” I said blushing as I scurried back to my room. “Did he think I was checking him out? Was I?” I thought questioning myself. I was straight, and sure I had the occasional gay curiosities, but didn’t every guy? However, I’d never acted on them so that made me straight.

A few minutes later I heard him calling for me, “Sir… Sir!”

“Yes?” I said as I timidly walked out of my room to meet him.

“What seemed to be the problem was the filter was old and dusty, so I replaced it with a new clean one and cool air should be flowing soon.”

“Wow that was fast, thank you!” I said, grateful that I wouldn’t have to deal with this heat much longer.

“I’m good at what I do,” he replied with a shrug and gave me a slight smile.

He stood there smiling at me for a few moments too long before he started to notice I was getting uncomfortable. “Before I go, let me check the vent in your room to see if it’s clean. The vents are important to clean every so often,” he said.

“Uh sure,” I said and walked him into my room.

He gazed up at the vent and asked, “Are your roommates home? I might need to check theirs too.”

It’d been quiet and I’m sure I would’ve heard one of them yelling at the screen playing a video game or another playing music by now. “I don’t think so,” I said.

He didn’t say anything as he stared up at the vent for a few more moments. Then he looked back at me and stared. “Sorry I’m just staring at you like you were doing with me,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Oh s-sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean too I was just—”

He cut me off. “That’s alright, I don’t mind a handsome young man checking me out,” he said as he inched closer, never taking his eyes off me.

I froze. I knew he was hitting on me, but I didn’t know what do next. Did he think I was gay? Do I tell him I’m straight? I couldn’t believe this was happening.

He was now a foot away from me and staring into my eyes. “You know, you don’t have to pay me to fix the A/C,” he said as lifted my chin with his thick finger.  “But you could show me some appreciation in other ways.” Then, he leaned in and kissed me. 

The rough bristles of his beard contrasted with his soft lips. I was shocked but intrigued.

He pulled away, looked me in the eyes and, seeing that I didn’t object, kissed me again longer until he wanted more. 

“Strip to your underwear,” he ordered as he walked to the door and closed it. 

I seemed to be in a trance, still unable to process what was going on. I wasn’t gay but the kiss felt good, so I obeyed his orders.

“Sit on the bed,” he instructed. I did. He stood in front of me and took off his boots and socks, slowly unbuckled his belt, and removed his shirt until we were both in our underwear admiring each other’s bodies. He was bigger but had muscle in the right places and was hairy all over.

Then, he lowered his underwear and out popped his hard seven-inch member. It was bulging with veins, and he stroked it to make it harder. Then he walked closer still holding his cock in his hands. With no words, he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth toward his cock until his head was in the back of my throat. I gagged. I’d never sucked on a cock before and wasn’t sure I’d be good at it. But as he thrusted his cock back and forth in my mouth, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back, letting out a moan. I liked that I was pleasing him and sucked his cock with more vigor.

After he was satisfied with my sucking, he got on his knees and pulled my underwear off to reveal my semi-hard cock. But once he grabbed it with his meaty hand it grew rock solid. He smiled as looked me in the eyes and kept looking at me as he slid my cock down his throat. I moaned as he deepthroated my cock and glided my cock in and out of his mouth every which way. I’d never had my dick sucked like this before! And just when I thought I might climax, he pulled away and began licking my balls. Sucking on each ball one by one then playing with them both in his mouth. I closed my eyes in bliss.

He broke me out of my daze and ordered, “Turn over and stick your butt in the air.” I got on my hands and knees on the bed. He pushed my head down then he firmly gripped both my cheeks and spread them. I felt his warm tongue lick my anus and go inside it. After he’d wet my hole enough, he stuck his thick finger inside and thrusted it further until he was stopped by his knuckles. He pulled his finger out and I looked back to see him grab lube out of his toolbox and slather it on his dick.

“Lube in his toolbox? Does he do this often with other residents?” I wondered. But before I could wonder any longer, I let out a moan as his head infiltrated my anus. He slid his dick further until I yelped. “Relax that hole. Breathe,” he whispered as he pulled it out. Then he slid it in again and this time went balls deep. I grimaced in pain, but I was glad I could take his cock. “Good boy,” he said. 

He began thrusting his cock in and out of my hole. He leaned over until his hairy chest was against my back and I could hear his labored breathing in my ear. “Say, ‘thank you daddy’” he whispered. “Thank you, daddy,” I said with pleasure. “Louder,” he demanded. “Thank you, daddy!” I shouted. He thrusted his cock quicker and we were both sweating in my hot and steamy room since the cool air hadn’t had time to kick in yet.

“Turn over!” He ordered urgently. I quickly laid on my back and he stuck his cock in my mouth. He dropped his head back and his glistening hairy body shuddered as he cummed. The warm salty sensation was new to me but seeing how much it pleased him I savored his cum and swallowed it. “What do you say?” he asked. “Thank you, daddy,” I said, looking him in the eyes. He smiled and gave me a kiss. With that, he put on his clothes, grabbed his toolbox, and walked out the door.

I laid on the bed in amazement with my anus throbbing and the taste of his cum still in my mouth. I thought to myself with a smile, “I won’t mind having to call maintenance so often anymore. And maybe I might even renew my lease.”