THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between consenting gay adults. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further.
However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY!
CHAPTER 1
"You damn kids are always putting something you're not supposed in the toilet, or pouring grease down the drain, or God only knows what!" The old plumber grumbled as he stumbled through my one-bedroom apartment toward the bathroom. "I tell ya, one of these days, I'm just gonna up and quit, and then all you people will be fucked!"
I was highly put off by his tone and his attitude. I had been fighting with the apartment manager for a week to get someone to look at a leak in my shower. Every time I'd use it, the carpeting in the bedroom behind it would be soaked. I'd already lost a few items that were on the closet floor from the water, and I wasn't about to 'swim' in my bedroom.
At the nervous age of 20, I wasn't exactly prepared to get into an argument with Howard, the fat old grump who worked as the Maintenance Technician for the complex. I would swear that the apartments were built around him, that's how old he seemed to me.
Anyway, he stumbled through my apartment, looking in the bathroom, and then the bedroom closet. Finally, he re-emerged grumbling, "We'll have to rip out the wall!"
That was the last time I saw Howard. He quit or was fired, I still don't know which, but he never returned to repair my bathroom.
Two days later, and finally gathering enough courage to face the apartment manager again, I was informed that Howard would not be returning and that a new M.T. would stop by in the morning to look at the leak. Then, the apartment manager apologized to me for the extreme delay, and showed an empathetic tone that I'd never heard from him before.
I actually smiled at him, and he returned the smile. I think getting rid of Howard actually boosted the manager's spirits.
So, I spent another night carefully folding any spare towels I could scrap up, and stacking them on the closet floor, in preparation for the next morning's shower.
At ten o'clock the next morning, the new M.T. knocked on my door.
I peeked through the peephole, and hearing me at the door, he proudly announced, "Maintenance! I'm here about the leak."
I unlocked the door and opened it, only to be shocked by what stood in front of me. My eyes quickly scanned him as he stood there, waiting for me to invite him in.
"Alex Stiles?" The man asked.
"Yes." I said, my eyes gluing onto his gorgeous face.
My stare was broken when he smiled and said, "I don't think the bathroom is out here."
"Huh? Oh, sorry, please come in." I opened the door wider and stepped back, allowing this Adonis into my apartment.
Of course, in an apartment complex like mine, all the one-bedroom apartments have the same floor plan, so Steven, as his name badge identified him, knew right where to go.
I closed the door, and without even thinking, I locked it, out of subconscious habit, I'm sure.
I followed this new M.T. as though he were my prey, burning his image into my memory for later, when I would recall it during what would be a very long jack off session.
Steven was in his late 20's, but still had a baby boy's face that looked positively kissable. His short brown hair, closely shaved on the sides, only accented his olive-skin face.
The tight blue t-shirt he wore did nothing to hide his well-built shoulders and frame. You could almost count the ripples in his stomach, and the sight of him made my cock stir.
At first, I wasn't able to make out much under his beige Dockers pants, until he bent over the tub, to look inside. That's when the fabric clung to his firm ass cheeks. It was then that I discovered that our new 'handyman' didn't believe underwear was fashionable.
As he stood up and turned to me, I just about fell backwards, and quickly caught myself against the doorframe.
Steven said nothing about it, and walked by me to look in the closet. His utility belt covered the front of his Dockers and I wondered what kind of tool lie underneath.
As he passed, the most wonderful aroma of aftershave hit my nostrils. I inhaled the fragrance deeply, memorizing its smell. It was a deep woodsy type of musk, slightly peppery, but oh so erotic.
In the closet, Steven pushed the now soaked towels aside, and pressed against the wallboard, determining any severe water damage.
Then, he moved his hands a little higher up, toward the hanger rack. Pushing my shirts and jeans aside, he pulled on a small latch that I had never seen before. It was a pipe access. He pulled the small square of wallboard out and set it on the floor, then peeked inside.
"Nope, no good." He said, backing out of the closet. Then he looked at me. "Have to get my flashlight."
Steven walked out of the bedroom and headed for the front door. He twisted the knob and pulled on the door, but it wouldn't open.
"Oh," I giggled. "Sorry, old habits are hard to break." I quickly unlocked the door and opened it for him.
Steven walked out and I gently closed it behind him, leaning against it for fear I would fall down.
I took two deep breaths, and then willed my now fully erect dick to go back to sleep. My dick, of course, never listened to such silly demands, and continued to throb in my boxers.
Steven returned after only a minute or two and walked into the apartment as though he lived there himself, returning to the bedroom access panel.
He clicked on the flashlight and pointed it inside. "Yep, oh yeah, I see it. Damn!"
"What is it?" I asked, standing behind him.
"Come here, I'll show you." He waved me into the small tight closet. "Here, hold this just like...yep, that's it. Good. Now, see that pipe there? No, down...yeah, there you go. See the water dripping?"
By this point, the only thing I was focusing on was his wonderful aroma and the fact that I could almost feel his body heat next to me. I moved a little closer, trying to adjust the light, and our bodies touched. I froze in place, but Steven didn't seem to pay much attention.
"Well, I'll have to open this wall in order to reach it." Steven said, collecting the flashlight from my hand.
Our 'embrace' was over, and I stepped out of the closet, doing my best to hide the pulsing formation in the front of my crotch.
"Will it take long?" I asked, trying my best to be casual.
"Couple hours, I'd guess. If you have to go somewhere, it's okay. I've got a master key." Steven smiled at me, and then took out a pencil to mark the wall where he'd cut it open.
"No, today's my day off." I smiled back.
"Well, good. Maybe you could give me a hand with this. Make the job a lot faster."
"Help you?" My nervousness returned and I started to giggle. "I don't know a thing about plumbing. That's why I asked you guys to look at it."
"It's cool. I'll show you what to do." Steven wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. "I've got to grab a few tools and I'll be back. Meanwhile, you might want to get these clothes out of here, and move those towels to the tub." Steven walked back to the door and left.
For a moment, but only a moment, I was still frozen in my thoughts. I was scared to death to help, for fear of screwing something up; but terribly excited at the prospect of being close to this man for as long as I could.
I quickly gathered up the dripping towels and moved them to the tub. Then, I pulled the clothes, hangers and all, from the closet, tossing them onto the bed.
By the time I finished emptying the closet, Steven returned, his strong arms filled with tools of all sorts, some of which I'd never seen before.
"Here, I brought an extra pair of these. Didn't think you had your own." He handed me a large pair of clear goggles and we both put them on. Then, he grabbed a handheld jigsaw and instructed me to plug it in.
Like a good Plumber's Assistant, I followed his direction, and soon the growling sound of the jigsaw was cutting through the white wallboard; a cloud of white dust forming around us.
Steven was careful not to damage the cut section as he removed it and leaned it against one of the bedroom walls.
"Okay, come hold the light for me." Steven said, handing me the flashlight. Then, he removed his utility belt and set it on the floor. My eyes immediately shot to his crotch, and his Dockers revealed a fairly nice package. Steven caught my stare and pointed to the closet.
I clicked on the light and pointed at the wet pipes. "That's good...now hold it steady."
Steven knelt down just below me and stuck his head into the large opening, examining the pipes closer.
I could feel my hand begin to shake and grabbed the flashlight with both hands to steady myself.
Steven shifted his body to the right, pressing against my legs, and I stood in place, once again, lost in the feel of his body against mine, even if we were fully clothed.
I found myself scanning his back, shoulders and broad neck. It was then that I noticed my erection was still wide-awake and now desperately pressing against my boxers, begging for escape.
"Over here." Steven directed and I moved the light to where he was pointing. "Okay. That's good enough." Steven begun to back up, but I was blocking his way.
"Sorry," I said softly as I backed out the closet.
Steven proceeded to verbally outline the repair, using technical terms like elbows and something called flux. It was all quite strange to me, and I didn't understand a bit of it, but like a good assistant, I listened and nodded. What else could I do?
"I'll have to shut off the water first. Be right back, Alex." Steven said, patting me on the back. Then he left the room and I heard him walk out the door.
After Steven left the room, I did my best to readjust myself in my boxers, hoping that my swelling would subside enough that I could concentrate on the task at hand. Although, clearly my dick had another idea of what should be in hand.
Steven returned and cheerfully announced, "We're ready."
For the next hour, Steven worked in the small space, as I held the light above him. I found several occasions to brush against his firm body, and Steven never budged away. Likewise, if he 'bumped' into me, I froze in place, holding myself next to him.
Steven repaired the pipes and welded the new connections, all while I lost myself in him, occasionally handing him this tool or that gadget.
"That should do it. What do you say we test it out?" Steven asked with a broad smile, as he looked up at me.
That was my cue to back out of the closet, and I do so begrudgingly.
Steven walked outside to turn the water back on, and then proceeded to the bathroom, turning on the shower. "Well?"
"I don't see any water coming through yet." I yelled back.
Steven chuckled. "That's a good thing."
"Look's like you did it!" I responded.
Steven walked in behind me, and I stepped aside for him to view his work as the water in the shower continued to spray. "Awesome," was all he said, returning to the bathroom to shut off the shower.
Steven then returned to the bedroom to remove his tools from the opening and replace the cut out section of wallboard. Over the next few minutes, he had the section back in place and was sealing the cut line with some of what he called "spackle."
"We'll need to let this dry, and then I can paint it, but that will have to wait until tomorrow." He said, collecting his tools. "You're quite a help!" He smiled at me, reattaching his utility belt.
"Thanks, but I really didn't do much."
"Bullshit!" He said, patting me on the back. "It's always nice to have an extra set of hands in just the right place." Steven smiled widely and his eyes locked on mine. This did nothing to reduce the return of my erection, and if he was trying to sway me from lusting after him, he was failing miserably. I wanted him more than ever.
Steven broke our stare, mussed my hair, making some snide comment that I should clean the dust from my hair now that my shower was working correctly. Then, just as quickly as he entered my life, he walked back out.
I was about to close the door, when he stepped back in, smiled and said, "So? How's ten o'clock tomorrow?"
I looked at him rather dumbfounded.
"To paint." He said.
"Oh! Yeah, ten sounds fine. Thanks, Steven."
"You're welcome, Alex," he said softly. "It's my pleasure."
My dick jerked in my shorts, and I just about lost my load right then.
I locked the door, and hurried toward the shower, streaking from my clothes along the way.
I turned on the hot water and while waiting for it to steam up, gave my pulsing 7-inch cock a good stroking.
Steam began to fill the small bathroom and I stepped into the tub, and pulled the plastic curtain forward. Then, I dropped my head under the hot spray, soaking my excited body.
My dick pulsed again, bouncing up and down, begging for attention under the water.
I didn't hold out any longer, and pulled furiously on my hard cock, Steven's beautiful image playing in my mind as I jacked off.
Within minutes, I coated the shower wall with my spunk, a load that seemed much larger than normal. Steven had really turned me on, and there was no denying my hunger.
I finished cleaning up and decided right then, that despite my lack of courage, I'd brave the water and make my move on Steven when he returned to paint.
The next day, I prepared for Steven's arrival by putting on a loose A-Shirt, cut just above my waistline. When I raise my arms, you get a bird's eye view of my pits and treasure trail. Then I put on my favorite blue running shorts, and skipped the boxers. The satin material felt wonderful against my dick, and I did my best to keep my mind busy until he arrived.
I would test the water, so to speak, by strategically yawning and stretching at just the right time. If Steven was at all interested, his eyes would go right for my trail, and I would know it was open season on my prey.
Steven arrived promptly at ten o'clock, knocking on my door.
I opened it without my usual peep through the peephole. "Good morning," I pleasantly greeted him.
"Morning! Ready to finish this job?" His smile seemed even brighter to me than yesterday.
"Sure!" I said, shutting the door and following him to the bedroom.
Steven placed the paint can on the floor, and dropped the brushes next to it. "It's the standard white, so you shouldn't see much of a difference when we're done."
"I'm sure it will be fine. Besides, it's only a closet." I nervously laughed.
Steven chuckled to, and began to lie out some plastic over the carpeted area in front of the closet.
As planned, throughout the half hour or so that Steven was painting, I yawned and stretched, each time attracting his eye. His attention caused my dick to swell half hard, creating a nice bulge in my satin shorts.
When Steven finished and was pressing the lid back on the paint can, I rubbed my hand across his back and said softly, "You did a really great job, Steven. It's a nice change to have someone who knows how to fix things." I leaned in closer, and my bulge brushed his shoulder.
Steven froze in place, and I slowly moved back from him, caressing his back as I removed my hand.
Steven looked up me and our eyes locked in place. I leaned in closer to his face, and despite my nervousness, moved so close that our lips almost touched.
Steven never broke his stare from my eyes and softly whispered, "I got fired from my last job for fucking one of the tenants."
"Do you really think I'm going to complain?" I whispered back, and kissed him.
Steven dropped the brush he hand in his hand and swooped me into his strong arms; passionately kissing me as though a damn had broken inside him.
I parted my lips and Steven's hungry tongue entered my mouth, exploring every bit of it before outlining my tongue.
My half hard cock was now at full attention and a small wet spot had begun to form on the satin front.
Steven and I were now pressed tightly together as he lifted me, our lips still entwined, and carried me to the living room, before gently lowering me to the floor.
Any inhibitions that Steven and I possessed were now cast aside, and Steven eagerly pushed my A-shirt upward, breaking our kiss only long enough to rip it from my body, over my head, and tossing it aside.
His strong, broad hands had minds of their own, as they worked over my slender, almost hairless body with ease and grace. In mere seconds, Steven had removed my satin shorts, tossing them freely across the room.
I was his now, exposed and wanton, willing to do whatever was his desire.
Steven moved down my body, kissing me and licking me, as though his hunger for me only grew with every touch.
As he moved down my body, I pulled upward on his tight t-shirt, lifting it from his firm, muscular and well-tanned body.
My hands danced across his back, feeling and memorizing every muscle.
Steven continued down my body, gently and lovingly kissing my chest, sucking in each nipple, and gingerly nibbling on the very tip. Instant electricity surged through my body, directly to my cock.
As his mouth worked wonders on my narrow chest, his hands continued to explore the vast reaches of my body. There was not a single nerve that wasn't excited by his caress.
I arched my back upwards, pressing my now leaking dick against him. His hand immediately went to it, and gave it a tight squeeze, milking more of my clear precum from it.
I stopped his kisses just long enough to slip my hand inside his Dockers and immediately met his hard cock. I had to have it in my mouth.
I hugged him tightly and rolled us over. With myself now on top, I returned the ginger kisses along his muscular chest, nipples and abs, before working my way down to the prize that I wanted more than breath itself.
My mouth began to water as I thought of how wonderful his hard cock would feel inside me. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his Dockers, teasingly pulled the zipper down, and slipped my hands inside.
Today, as I suspected, Steven didn't wear any underwear, and once I opened the fly of his pants, his mammoth uncut cock bounced forward. My eyes grew almost as large as his cock, as I surmised that it was surely 8 inches long and 2 inches thick.
I slipped his pants down his legs, and carelessly tossed them across the room. Then, slowly, as though conducting a thorough investigation, I pulled back his foreskin, exposing his mushroom shaped purple head.
His excitement was evident as I slid a finger up the bottom of his shaft, and a tear of precum appeared at the tip. I leaned down, gently licked the nectar from its source, and swirled the mild fluid on my tongue. It was a precursor to what was coming, and my dick jumped with excitement.
"It's been awhile...you know, since I was..." Steven started to speak, almost seeming nervous now.
It was funny to see us switch roles Steven the nervous one and me as the aggressor. "You mean sucked?" I asked.
"Anything." Steven replied, slightly lifting his hips. He may have been nervous, but his body was more than ready.
I lowered my open mouth downward and encircled his large hot monster, as though my mere existence depended on it. I lovingly licked and sucked his cock until I had it throbbing furiously, and his breath joining the quickened pace.
"Oh, God, Alex, this is the best feeling I've ever had." Steven softly moaned between gasps of breath and soft moans.
It's no secret that I'm a shy person, but when it comes to sucking dick, I'm a 'savant' beyond measure.
I looked up to see a lot and blissful glow on Steven's face. It was confirmation that the oral attention his 'assistant' was providing was more than he had hoped for. He opened his eyes for a moment, and as our glare locked in place, his eyes seemed to smile at me.
I felt my cock jump and my heart tingle.
I refocused on the task at hand, or rather, the task in mouth, and also continued caressing Steven's heavy ball sac. As I started to slide under his sac, he lifted his hips, begging me inside him.
I accepted his offer, and carefully inserted my finger into his inviting hole, massaging his ass while I sucked him to the very edge of his passion.
"Alex...stop...wait," Steven barely uttered. "I want this to last."
I slowly removed my probing finger, and lifted my hungry mouth from its prey.
Steven pulled me onto his strong chest, and his tongue dove into my mouth, quickly replacing the void.
Our tongues entwined as one, and his arms encircled me, covering my back with his strength.
Steven broke our embrace only long enough to utter, "Now, it's your turn." His eyes smiled and as our lips locked together once more, Steven rolled us over, forcing me onto my back.
He broke our embrace and quickly moved to my stiff love pole. My dick head was slick with precum and Steven quickly licked it clean, before fully engulfing my hard prick into his mouth, tightly encircling his lips around the base of it.
"Mmmmm, yeah," I moaned out loud, as he began to return the high level of oral satisfaction that I had shown him. I didn't think I could get lost in greater feelings that I was having now, until Steven followed my example, and began probing my ass.
As soon as his finger slipped inside, I bucked my hips upward, forcing more of my hard cock into his mouth.
I could feel his chin against my balls, yet I arched more.
Steven's tongue worked magic on the underside of my excited cock, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my orgasm back for long. "Do you want me to cum?" I whispered.
Steven nodded, his mouth full of my dick.
"Where?"
Steven let my dick slip from his tight lips. "My mouth!" He whispered back, before returning to his task.
"Are you sure?" I said, touching my hand to the side of his face.
Steven only smiled with his eyes, nodded twice and went back to milking the hot cream that he so desired.
I laid my head back, lost myself in his blowjob, and playfully ran my hands through his soft hair.
My orgasm arrived quickly, and as I felt it build, I began to whisper to him, "It's cumming, I can feel it building...God, yes, Steven...I'm going to cum...don't stop, please!" I pushed my hips upward, as the first wave of hot cum raced from my balls and jetted from my cock.
Despite my warning, Steven was still a bit shocked, and reflex had forced him off my dick, only to quickly return, lapping and licking the salty-sweet liquid from my dick.
"Mmmmpf," I moaned, as the second wave left me, quickly followed by the third; Steven all the while, quickly consuming my juices as fast as I could produce them.
As my peak receded, and my breathing began to return to its normal flow, Steven stayed locked on to my cock, gently sucking the last few drops he could retrieve, and then licking his lips for any remains, as my softening dick flopped from his mouth.
"I'm so turned on," Steven uttered, continuing to lick my ball sac, and that sensitive part under them. He was going for my ass, and at this point, I wasn't about to stop any of his advances.
Steven lifted my legs into the air, exposing my ass to him. He immediately dove for my hole, probing my sensitive circle with his tongue, poking inside which sent shocks of electricity through my entire body.
Before long, my hole was dripping with Steven's saliva, and my soft dick was beginning to resurrect.
Steven stopped for a moment, looked deep into my eyes and softly said, "I want you, Alex," as he pressed the tip of his hard dick against my slippery hole.
"Then take me," I said, pulling him closer to me.
Steven pushed down on his hardened steel pole, and I felt the tip of it slip inside me.
I gasped for breath, and Steven froze, fearful that he had hurt me. "It's okay. I'm fine. Keep going." I smiled at him, trying to hide the painful spikes I felt around my ass.
Steven pushed further, and though he didn't stop, he didn't plunge right in. Slowly, lovingly, he fed more and more of his man meat into me.
The pain quickly left and was replaced by a feeling of fulfillment and lust. I wanted him to fuck me. I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on his rock hard body.
"Fuck me, Steven. Give me everything you've got." I said to him, pulling him closer still.
Steven was not the type that you had to ask twice, and he set a slow and steady rhythm, still allowing my ass to relax and get used to his thick shaft.
The slowness gave way to Steven's building passion, as my ass walls began to massage his shaft, welcoming it into me.
"Your ass feels so good around my dick." Steven smiled down at me.
Then he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and increased his thrust. Before long, the slapping sound of his balls against my ass stiffened my dick to full length.
Leaning on his hands, as though he were doing pushups, he thrust harder and harder into me, each time deeper than before, and each time, brushing the head of his cock against my prostate, sending waves of erotic pleasure through me.
"Oh fuck, yeah, Steven...I could do this all day!" I uttered through my passion filled lips.
Steven's pace quickened and as he continued to fuck me, he leaned in, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my chin and neck.
He wasn't just fucking my ass, he was making love to my entire body, and I was lost in his passion, my own dick beginning to throb and leak once more.
"Alex...." He moaned, as he quickened his pace, thrusting his cock into me, in and out, like an engine piston. "I can feel it, Alex..." he cooed.
"Are you going to cum?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Steven nodded quickly.
"Pull it out...let me see," I begged, lowering my legs.
Steven pulled his hard cock from me, and furiously jerked it above me.
"That's it, Baby...bathe me in your cum!" I encouraged Steven, as I began to jerk my own hard on.
"Oh man, here...it....ugh....uhhhh..." Steven couldn't speak, as his dick began to spray current after turbulent current of his huge load all over me.
The heat from his cum sent me over my own edge, and I began to add to his load, sending my own hot cum spraying from me, mixing it with his.
Steven sat back on his knees, and after my orgasm passed, I pulled him back down on me, gluing us together with our own spunk.
We kissed passionately again, and when we broke our kiss, I looked up at my new lover, smiled at him and asked, "Shall we try the shower and make sure it doesn't leak?"
Steven remained as the M.T. at the apartment complex, and since my work schedule is pretty flexible, I was invited on more than one 'repair jobs.'
The best one was when we were called to repair a broken toilet in Miguel Tipton's one bedroom apartment.
But that, as they say, is another story...
I hope you've enjoyed this short story. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com. I have other Nifty stories as well, so feel free to ask for the titles.