The Hot Exterminator, A Palm Springs Story
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Frotting For Top
Author's Note: This is another partially true story. I have changed the names and location but much of this happened. Hope you enjoy!
I had closed on my mid-century home purchase in Palm Springs after a protracted negotiation with the seller over the termite damage to the solarium. I had obtained a decent purchase price adjustment. It wouldn’t cover all of the costs to demolish and rebuild the sunroom but it was enough to make me feel comfortable about going ahead with the sale. I was spending my first full week in the house in early August, which was kind of crazy given the daily 112 degree temperatures. Still, I needed to meet with contractors, landscapers, pool guys and the like to get the home up and running.
Then, on the first morning—as I lay awake on my back on the king bed in the primary bedroom—I noticed one of the wood ceiling planks looked damaged. The white paint showed signs of bubbling and various depressions. Hmmm, I thought to myself. Was water seeping in? Or, jeez, more termite damage? I retrieved my wallet from the nightstand, found my card for “Whittaker’s Pest Control,” and dialed them on my cell phone. Three hours later, my gate buzzed.
While I waited for three hours, I was admittedly horny—hoping that the sexy as fuck exterminator Tom would handle the service call. I went to the World Gym and got a good pump going in my 46” chest and 18” biceps. I didn’t neglect my back either and even got in a core series. Back at home, I manscaped, trimming my dirty blonde armpit hair and pubes and shaving my balls smooth. I posed in front of my mirror and watched my 7” cut cock swell up. All the while, I kept thinking about the 6’2”, 200 pound, cocky alpha inspector with his black hair, hazel green eyes and stubbled face. I could almost visualize his tanned, muscled body with tattooed biceps and forearms. By the time the gate buzzed, I had showered and put on a tight fitting orange Speedo and a white tank top with the insignia in blue of two grappling wrestlers covering my left pec.
I went to the front courtyard and opened the gate. There he was—my hot termite inspector. Tom gave my entire 6’1, 185 pound frame the once over and nodded approvingly. He was wearing his blue polo again. The short sleeves barely contained his biceps. He was wearing white shorts and his utility belt today. “Hey Tom,” I said, trying to play it cool. I didn’t want to appear to be too eager, and I wasn’t about to let the hunk play the alpha Dom role. He grinned and said “Vinny, good to see you again. What’s up?” “Well,” I explained, “There’s a ceiling plank in my bedroom that appears damaged. I was concerned those termites might have attacked it.” “Hmmmm, let’s take a look,” he replied. I ushered the muscle stud into the house and into the primary bedroom. I had covered the mattress with plastic. I pointed at the plank. “Hmmmm,” he said again, gazing at the damaged ceiling area near the wall. He clambered up onto the mattress and pulled out a scrapper from his belt. “Is it okay if I dig into the paint?” he asked. I was distracted by his perfectly formed ass cheeks covered by white fabric, but said “Uh…yeah, no problem.” He looked back at me and flashed a cocky grin. He was a showboat. Tom began to scrap the paint and exposed the two feet or so of the plank that was bubbling and depressed. The wood underneath was discolored, almost like lichen covered much of it. “Yep,” Tom observed, “Subterranean termites. It’s pretty localized, that’s the good news. If I treat the base of the outside wall, it will get rid of them.” “Oh,” I said, “Let’s do it then.” “Good,” he replied and jumped off the bed. “This is my bad,” he said, “I should have spotted this damage when I did the inspection. So the treatment today is on me.” “Much appreciated,” I said.
Tom disappeared, heading to his truck to retrieve the treatment for the termites. He met me a few minutes later in the backyard. “Hope you don’t mind,” he said as he tugged off his polo shirt. “Not at all, it must be 112 fucking degrees already,” I said. I watched his tanned and muscled torso and short black armpit hair come into view. It was hard to avert my eyes. His smooth, sculpted pecs glistened with sweat. My cock began swell in my orange Speedo. This time I did nothing to adjust my cut head and thickening shaft. His eyes settled on my package and he arched an eyebrow. “Looks like someone is getting excited,” he remarked with a cocky smirk. I smiled back “It’s not everyday a muscle hunk like you comes to my home. You should feel complimented.”
He grinned and walked around to the back wall of the home. My eyes followed his butt and I laid down on a recliner lounge chair by the pool, content to let the stud do his job. My cock remained at half-mast inside my Speedo. I wondered if Tom would take our flirtations to the next level.
About ten minutes later, Tom reappeared, still shirtless and sweatier than ever. “All done,” he announced, “I just need to wash my hands.” He went inside the house and I could hear water flowing from the kitchen sink. I reached inside my Speedo pouch and began to stroke my cock back to life. It didn’t need much persuasion as I dwelled on the image of Tom’s handsome face and muscled torso. Tom came back outside. He had taken off his utility belt and shorts and was wearing only a white jock strap. His bulge was prominent, jutting out a bit from his pubic bone. There was no hint of pubic hair above the waistband. His quads and inner thighs were smooth.
He approached my lounge and hovered over me, seeing my hand buried inside my pouch. “Still excited, I see,” the sexy exterminator said, then asked “You into wrestling, Vinny?” I looked at the wrestling insignia on my white tank top and back up at Tom. “Yeah, I love everything about wrestling. You?” It was his turn now to reach inside the pouch of his jock and stroke his equipment. He replied “Yeah, I love it when two sweaty men go at it—vying to be the alpha top.” “Hmmmm,” I said. My eyes were fixated on the bulge of his jock. He pulled his hand free and I could now make out the outline of his mushroom head and fat shaft. I continued “That’s my kink, too.” “There’s something else I find hot, too,” Tom said, “And that’s two muscle hunks frotting to see who cums first.” “You don’t say?” I said, “And what happens to the guy who is forced to cum?” Tom snorted and said without hesitation “He becomes my bitch and gets fucked hard.”
Well there it was. A challenge. I sat up slightly and pulled off my white tank top revealing my smooth and muscled upper torso. I laid back down and Tom straddled the reclining lounger. Slowly, he lowered himself onto my body. Sweaty chest on sweaty chest. I could feel his hard cock press into mine. He grabbed my arms and thrust them over my head, pinning me down. His mouth crashed into mine and his tongue parted my lips and began tasting me. I kissed him back and soon our tongues were tangled together. He began to rub his jock-covered cock and balls up and down over my Speedo-covered package. I moaned into his mouth as the sensation of having my cock massaged by his hard pipe sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body. He was good at this. Being on the bottom, I wasn’t able to take control. He was as strong as his muscles suggested.
Suddenly I felt the head of his fat cock push into the v-spot below my own dick head. And it wasn’t fabric. Both of our cock heads had sprouted out beyond our waistbands. It was skin on skin. Our heads were wet too, either from pre-cum or sweat or both. The sensation was beginning to drive me crazy. Soon he was humping into me, still pinning my arms above my head. His mouth pulled away from mine and was soon licking the dirty blonde hair in my right then left armpit. He had started moaning, too. It seemed like he was getting close to an orgasm. But so was I. His mouth moved back to mine and kissed me passionately as the humping continued. “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” I sighed. I tried to repress my climax, trying to remind myself I was mostly a top. I rarely bottomed and his cock would be a lot to handle. I still wasn’t sure of its length but there was no question his dick had a big knob for a head and ample girth down to its base.
“Oh God!” I said pulling back from his mouth, as I neared the point of no return. “Fuck yeah, boy!” he said, “Cum for me!” “Oh nooooooooo!” I half-pleaded. His swollen cock head dominated that v-spot below my head, hitting and rubbing against it time and time again. I thrust my body upwards, which only brought me closer to my climax. “Oh fuccccccckkkkkkkkk!” I moaned as my cock shot a huge load of cum between our sweaty abs. “That’s what I’m talking about!” he exclaimed. He released one of my arms, cupped the back of my head and pulled my face into his damp right armpit. He ordered me to lick his black pit hair and I complied, submitting to his alpha demand. “Yeah, boy, you’re all mine now,” he said smugly.
As I lapped up the sweat in his pit, Tom said “I’m gonna fuck you now in the spa.” He stood up and I could see his big knob of a cock head protruding from the waistband of his jock. My cum was smeared on his tan abs. Slowly he peeled down his jock and freed his rock hard cock. I could finally gauge his length at about 8”. His pubic area was indeed shaved smooth. He wiped his abs with the jock then leaned down and stuffed my mouth with the pouch, gagging me and forcing me to taste my own release. “Stay right here!” he ordered and walked naked into my house.
I heard the spa jets come to life. He must have hit the button beside the sunroom door. He emerged moments later holding packets of lube. His hard cock bounced as he walked towards me on the reclining lounger. He pulled the gag from my mouth and asked “Are you on PrEP?” he asked? “Yeah and negative,” I replied. “Nice, so am I and negative too.”
Tom placed the lube packets on the side of the spa, then half-dragged me into it. The water came up to our quads. We stood face to face. Tom’s hands peeled down my orange Speedo, letting my semi-hard cock flop out. I felt his big cock brush against mine. The curve of his cock was like a perfect banana. I could see pre-cum had formed in the slit of his cock head.
Tom hopped back up onto the side of the spa. He let his legs dangle down onto the cement bench. “Come here!” he ordered me. As I approached, Tom raised his muscled legs and scissored my neck. He yanked my face into his smooth balls. Tightening his grip, he held my nose against his sweaty nuts as he stroked his hard cock. The smell was intoxicating. “You like that, boy?” he taunted me, adding “Lick my balls.” He slightly relaxed his scissors so I could open my mouth and lap at his nuts. They were low-hanging and I opened my mouth wide enough to swallow one of them. The cock alpha moaned with pleasure. “That’s a good boy…do the other,” he said. I obeyed and sucked in his other ball, massaging it in my mouth. He was moaning now and for a second I thought he might cum and spare my hole. Finally, Tom released the scissors around my neck. “Now suck my big alpha cock, boy!” he ordered. I lifted my head and was eye level with the challenge that awaited me. I placed my hands on the outside of Tom’s muscled quads. I lowered my face to his fat manhood, which remained fully at attention. His hand cupped the back of my head and pressed my mouth onto his swollen mushroom head. My lips parted and he thrust upwards impaling my throat in one go. I gagged but he kept my nose against his smooth public bone before beginning to thrust in and out of my mouth. I tasted his salty pre-cum and could feel my own dick recharging. “That’s it, bitch. Take all of it!” Tom commanded. I moved my right hand to his smooth balls and began to knead them as I deep throated the hot exterminator.
I had him moaning once again. I could feel warm spurts of his pre-cum in my throat. He wasn’t going to last long. But then he pulled his hard dick from my mouth. He bitch slapped my face with his fat cock head and shaft. “Okay, boy, time to fuck your hole!” he announced. He hopped back into the spa and pushed me to the other side. He positioned my groin right in front of a spa jet. The pulsing jet began to hit my cock and balls. “Lean on your forearms,” he instructed. I did what he said, bending forward and resting my forearms on the side of the spa. I felt a dull ache in my nuts as the spa jet assaulted them, but my cock was coming to life. In this position my butt cheeks were just below the water line. I heard Tom’s mouth tear open a lube packet then felt his finger penetrate my hole. “Ohhhhhhhh…” I groaned more in pleasure than pain. “Yeah, gonna make my boy ready for my big alpha dick,” he said and pressed in a second digit. He pushed his finger tips down onto my prostate. “Ohhh Goddddd, yes,” I moaned.
Tom pulled out his fingers and began sliding his fat cock head up and down my ass crack. The spa jet continued to pound my smooth balls. My 7” cock was fully erect. Then I felt Tom’s big knob press against my pucker. Slowly he pushed in, past my outer and inner rings until I felt his balls against my cheeks. “So tight,” he said. “Fuck…you’re big,” I said. “Fucking right, boy,” he said. Thankfully, he remained motionless for several seconds, letting me adjust to his girth.
Then I felt Tom’s hips begin to move forward and back. His banana curved cock pushed in and out of my canal. Slowly but surely, he picked up the tempo and was soon pounding my hole, slapping his balls against my ass on each thrust forward. “Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed, “I’ve wanted to fuck your ass since the first time I saw you!” “Oh man, you’re so deep,” I said, feeling like I might climax as the spa jet continued to target my balls. Tom pounded away, owning my hole better than any man ever had. I began clenching down as he thrust forward and his moans got louder. The hot exterminator was literally panting as he slammed into my chute with wild abandon. “That’s it!” I cried out, “Fuck me harder….oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” He pounded into me one final time, grunting loudly “I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming!” His muscled body spasmed and collapsed on my back as his fat cock pulsed out a big load deep into my bowels. I felt my own cock throb. Somehow my swollen head was positioned directly in the line of the spa jet. It was too much and soon I was crying out my own release, shooting ropes of cum into the spa handsfree.
After a few moments, Tom pulled out of my hole. He grabbed my waist and turned me to face his handsome face. The hot exterminator grinned and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I greedily reciprocated. Our semi-hard cocks pressed together. Finally, I broke off the kiss and said “Let’s grab a shower,” looking in the direction of my outdoor shower against the side of my home.
(To be continued.)