The Maintenance Man

It was one early morning trip to the laundry room when I first met him.

He was the maintenance guy who oversaw the maintenance of the apartment building I lived in. It was a typical smallish size (some two dozen or so apartments with a basement laundry room). I worked odd hours, so the best time for me to do my laundry was during the early morning hours - say, around 3:30 to 4:30 am. At that time, nobody was down there as everyone had normal 9 to 5 working hours.

I soon looked at it as lark and one early morning, I decided to go down to do my laundry while wearing my jock strap and a sweatshirt along with a pair of athletic socks and running shoes. I’d bring along a pair of shorts that I could pull up quickly, but in time I confirmed that nobody - not even late night partiers - would come in at the time I was doing my laundry.

I felt liberated walking around in just my jock strap, doing my laundry. I’d bring a book to read and sit back and relax.

It was one such early morning event that we first met. I sat in one of the old chairs, with my right leg up while reclining. I didn’t notice anything at first, but I soon heard what I thought were shoes shuffling slightly that I looked up ,….

…And he stood right before me. I jumped in shock and reached for my shorts to which he replied,

“looking for these?”

…holding them for me. I replied, “Yes” to which he replied, “here you go, but it’s kind of late now, don’t you think?”

Something about him made me relax a little and I replied, “yes, it is.”

“I’m Brian. What’s yours?”

“George.”

“Nice to meet you George. I have to admit: sometimes I do the very same thing.”

“What?”

“Walk around in just my jock as well. Nobody’s around, and nobody notices so I do the same thing. Makes me feel,… liberating. You agree?”
“Well, yes. Yes, I do.”

‘Something nice just letting it show out, huh?”

“Yeah. Don’t know why, but it does.”

“So, I have to ask: do you have any ‘friends’”?

“Friends?”

“You know,.. people who also like to, uh, just let it hang out?”

I sat for a minute and asked myself: do I trust this person? As if reading my mind, Brian replied: “look. I’m not looking to get into anyone’s business or cause a problem. Just that It’s cool to know you’re not the only one doing this, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. Well, I kind of meet some people sometimes,…”

“You use that chatline also? Call in and see who’s there?”

“Well,… yes.”

“Kind of falls flat, doesn’t it? I mean, not many people there who are serious about doing anything. More like they want to talk about it, and not do anything.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just like,…a game.”

He nodded, looking down and then looking up at me, “if I ask you something, you won’t freak out, well you?”

“Depends on what you’re asking?”

“Would you mind if I gave you a blow job?”

At the point I blinked, and thought about it. I didn’t say no, but it was kind of,...odd; just out of the blue,…But then my cock answered the question:

“Yeah, well, that's why I was asking,” he replied with a slight smile pointing at my cock. I looked down and saw my cock starting to rise and push up in my jock strap. It was rather obvious - and when he pointed it out, it felt very excited. My jock strap was getting tight very quickly. Sitting in front of a total stranger in a public place that was quiet during early morning hours while wearing only a jock strap just to have him point out my now nearly rock hard cock,…I was definitely turn on. Looking up I said, “well, if you insist,..” I started to stand slowly up before him.

He was somewhat tall: a little over 6 foot, with close cut hair and a fairly well built body (I later learned he had been in the military) with close cropped brown hair and brown eyes and a small moustache. I had blonde hair and blue eyes, stood about 5’ 8” with an average body (I often walked and biked around) with no facial hair.

I figured since I was down waiting for my laundry, getting a blow job was not a bad thing: it had been sometime before I had any real satisfaction. “I do have one question, though,” I whispered to Brian was I got close to him: “what if somebody comes in?”

“You really think that’s gonna happen?” he replied in a whisper as well. “Besides,” he said as he slowly pulled down my jock strap :”it makes it a little more hotter, don’t you think?”

I said nothing while my jock strap fell to the floor, and opened my legs wide for him, leaning forward for him, giving him a 'come on' look.

Standing before him with my jock strap down to my ankles and my cock now hard, he grabs my ass checks with his large hands, kneels down and pulls my cock into his mouth, wrapping himself around my cock and then proceeds to move up and down, slowly, his tongue working rapidly around my cock, and reaching down to my balls. Pulling out of his mouth he then plays with my balls into his mouth completely and sucks ever so slightly, making me jump, as I reached down and ran my hands through his hair as I give a passionate “Uhhhh!”

We were both hot and turned on: it was obvious that either one of us expected this moment, but we just went with it. My cock was now truly expanded. 

I looked down as he rubbed his face on my cock, licking my cock and balls while he looked up at me with a look of such desire I thought for a moment I was about to lt go then and there.

Looking up he then returns to my cock, and goes back to moving up and down my shaft, swiveling his head all around as he consumes me, playing with my cock tip, and then continuing to go up and down my shaft with a quiet passion that I soon found myself pushing my pelvis toward him, opening my legs as wide as I dared (for fear of falling over) leaning back as I run my hands more over his hair, closing my eyes, every so often giving an “Uh!” “Uh!” “Unnn!” my hips moving in time to his tongue and lips, bouncing on my toes as he goes ever faster. My calls I can hardly control, my head shaking back and forth, the sounds echoing down the basement hallway, my eyes closed until my head leans back with my mouth open wide I soon find the moment when am I calling out “UHH! UHH! Oh! FUCK! UNNN! UHHH!”… only to totally relax into him and his mouth - and then I gave such a release: ”YES! YES! YES! OOOH FUCK YES!!” .. again and again until I can give no more, leaning into the wall behind me as I slide slowly down back on the chair, my legs open wide and my jock strap somewhere strewn on the floor. I find myself breathing hard and heavy, until I open my eyes and I hear him over by the utility tub, rising himself out.

After a moment he comes back, as I still sat there, with my legs open, nude from the waist down not caring if somebody walked and saw like this, my breath finally coming back to normal.

“You do this often to tenants? If so, I like this!”

He smiles and says, “only to the ones I like to get to know.”

“You busy later on?” I asked shyly.

“Yeah, sorry: got some plumbing work to do,” he says as he starts to walk away.

“When can he meet again?” I asked rather interested. I wanted more.

He replies as he turns the corner and walks down the hallway, “I’ll be around. Do your laundry and we‘ll see each other again soon.”

It takes me another fifteen minutes to get up and finish my laundry; I didn’t bother putting on my jock strap and instead just walked around nude from the waist down for the rest of the time, half hoping I’d run into him again. It had been some time since I got a blow job of this magnitude.

Little did I knew also that there was much, much more to come.

It was only the beginning.