Beautiful Maintenance Man

I noticed him immediately, of course. The apartment complex where I lived had a fairly large maintenance staff. None of the men involved in the painting, roofing, and landscaping of the buildings, though, had his muscular body, his large blue eyes, his wide smile with sparkling white teeth, and his beach boy blond hair. Like me, he was in his late 20s, I guessed. Beyond his physical beauty, there was some sort of biological imperative made him such an incredibly sexual being. He was, to me, the sexiest man that I had ever seen. His physical aura made me weak every time I came upon him and sometimes I had to remind myself to breathe.

Some men just drip with 'it,' whatever 'it' is, and he was just such a man. And to be perfectly base, I jacked off more than once to the fantasy created by the significant bulge in his pants.

But, as it goes, I never acted on this attraction. First, I was sure he was not gay. Admitting a prejudice, he was too masculine. There was no hint of effeminate behavior and he seemed to enjoy the attention of the large population of single and divorced women who lived in the complex. His perceived straightness made him that much more attractive to me - it added to the aura. But sometimes, when I thought about the lack of possibility, I found that the longing for him actually, and physically, hurt.

He was always polite, charming, and even downright friendly to me. Some of his coworkers were openly rude or offensive because of my gay lifestyle. Men repressing deep desires for dick can be this way. Like most gay men, I accepted this behavior long ago. The beach boy maintenance man was never like his coworkers, though. He did not even seem to acknowledge my sexuality as an issue and, of course, this made me want his cock all the more. Liberal minded, charming, and physically perfect. I wanted him so badly I could taste it. There were nights when I could not sleep because his image would not leave my mind.

Of course, I was provided the opportunity to act on this attraction. What would be the point to this story if I did not?

The initial encounter occurred on a hot summer evening. When I came home late from work that day, I noticed a strong odor in the kitchen of my apartment that smelled to me like a gas leak. Fearing the worst, I called the emergency maintenance line.

I knew that several of the maintenance crew lived onsite including my idol but was, at that moment indifferent to the respondent so long as he would stop my apartment building, possessions, and cats from exploding.

Ten minutes later, the beach boy maintenance man arrived, wearing a sleeveless button down shirt completely opened and exposing the flesh of his hard, ripped, hairless and sweaty chest. He was wearing a tool belt - more erotic than any leather I have ever seen on a man - and, as I allowed him to enter my apartment, I caught the faintest whiff of musk. He smiled at me sweetly as he brushed passed me at the door. The skin of his slightly damp arm brushed against mine. My heart began to race a bit and I started to sweat myself.

"Hot in here." He said. "Problem with your air conditioner?"

"No. My cats don't like air conditioning all that much. I usually don't turn it on until late." I replied. He smiled oddly at my response. "That's sweet." The first effeminate thing he said.

He entered my kitchen and said right away: "That's not gas. We were painting in the basement of your building, today. It's a metallic paint. The smell should be gone by tomorrow. We didn't ventilate very well."

Feeling like an idiot for not being able to tell the difference between gas and paint, I apologized for calling him out.

"No problem, dude." He said as he leaned against my refrigerator. He did not seem in any hurry to leave.

"Hey, do you have any water? I'm dying of thirst." He asked. Sure I had water. Anything to keep this stud in my kitchen. My eyes kept creeping down his body to his package. I had to remind myself to breathe again; he was so fucking beautiful. He must have picked up on my odd body language.

We were about three feet away from each other. I was leaning against my sink. He was drinking his water that I gave him as he stood next to my refrigerator. His hand was shaking a little. He swallowed, sighed, and said, "I'm actually glad you called me out." He said, matter of fact. "I always wanted to have an opportunity to be in your apartment alone with you."

"Why?" I asked, curious. Trying to distract myself from the glistening sweat on his chest. From his manly smell. From that bulge. I wondered if he just came from working out.

"Well," he said. "Because I'm kind of hot for you, man."

My mouth fell opened. "Excuse me," I asked, incredulously.

He took a step closer from the refrigerator. "I know your gay. I know you're into me. I see the way you watch me. I like the way you watch me." He paused. "Well, I kind of like you too. You're just so cute," he said. He set his water down and brushed my face with his hand. "You are just such a decent person. I notice all of your little kindnesses. You help you're old lady neighbor take care of her apartment. You help the Koreans down stairs to learn English and do their taxes. You take care of half the animals in these buildings. I've never known anyone like you before."

"I don't believe it." I said, softly.

"Are you interested?" He asked, looking at me in the eye. He leaned a little closer. I was starting to feel the heat from his body. I started to get hard. At the same time, my stomach had butterflies.

Not completely believing my good fortune, I didn't respond right away but decided to let my lips give my answer. I first took the palm of his hand and kissed it and then stepped closer and kissed him; slowly and softly holding his face but still keeping a few inches of space between our bodies. "I'm interested," I replied. "I'll do anything for you. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen." He was a bit taller than I was and our lips seemed to fit perfectly as I kissed him again. The heat from his body enveloped me completely. I slid his shirt from his back and let it drop to the floor.

"I thought so," he said, smiling. "I'm very glad about it." He kissed me back. His kiss was tender at first but then became more ardent. His tongue entered my mouth aggressively and he pulled me to him strongly so that I could feel him harden underneath his shorts. The fact that such a beautiful man found me attractive enough to fuck was the greatest compliment that I ever received. And he could feel that I was hardening too. In his arms, I would feel his power, his strength. I knew that I was going to feel his masculinity completely master me and I wanted it badly.

"Do you want me now?" He asked. I never wanted anything more in my life.

My lips left his and I began to work my way down to his chest tasting the delicious, salty flesh. His nipples became erect as I teased them with my tongue. His breathing became labored as I reached his abdominal area. Taking my time I worked my way around his torso - his sculpted torso-and before I unzipped his shorts. The bulge was distracting.

"Yes. Suck me," he said. Slowly, gently, I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. He was not wearing any underwear - explaining the musky, manly smell he exuded -- and his cock sprang free. He was about seven inches long in size and his circumcised curved deliciously upward. Michaelanglo could not have invision such beauty in a man. I stopped before continuing to look up at his manly beauty. I could have cried for my happiness at that moment.

I kissed the head of the organ first but moved to his scrotum. His sack was huge and looked full. He moaned as I took them into my mouth. As I noticed his breathing change, I began to work back up his shaft until I reached his head again - now dripping with precum. First licking the precum, I surprised him a bit by swallowing a large part of his unit down my throat. "Ahh." He moaned as I began to suck in earnest. "Oh, God. That feels good. I knew you would be good. This is so good."

I opened my throat to take as much of his organ as I could and began to move my head. The taste. The hardness of it. I never felt more privileged in my life than when he let me do this for him. As I began to massage his tight ass with both of my hands, he began to thrust his pelvis. His back was now to the refrigerator. He gripped on to the back of my skull and began to fuck my mouth; gently at first, but then it became less gentle. He held on to the back of my head and began to slam himself into my skull. And I wanted it.

"I'm going to cum soon!" He said. With effort, I pushed myself off of his dick then. He was covered in sweat and naked now. His throbbing, purple cock was glistening with my saliva and his own pre-cum. "Why did you stop?" He asked. He looked disappointed.

"I want this to last for you," I replied. "You deserve the best that I can offer you."

"You are the best I ever had. I can never ask for more. Please, finish me off."

"I'll do anything you want." I replied. "But I need you to fuck me, now."

He looked down at me. "Are you sure?"

"God, am I sure." My hole burned for that throbbing unit. I was still in my clothes. I needed to feel his naked hardness on my own naked flesh. "Do you want me to beg? I will."

He lifted me up and kissed me. As he kissed me, he began to work at my tee shirt and shorts. He first lifted my shirt over my head and then practically ripped my shorts off of my ass. Naked, with my own six inch, rock hard cock free, I stepped back and walked to one of my cabinet drawers. There, I kept a few condoms and lubricant.

"You are so cute." He said again. Compared to him, I was slight in build. I could not believe that he found me attractive at all .. But I decided not to think too much about it.

Opening the condom, I rolled it out on to his dick. He smiled as I did it. "An expert, I see." He said. He then turned me around a little rough. Using his finger, he began to apply the cold gel to my anus. He used the head of his dick to spread it around. He gripped on to my hard cock and trusted his entire member into my ass. I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure in the pain. His thrusts were slow but strong. With each, he would slide it almost completely out and then thrust it back in again. With each, it felt as if he was swelling and growing in size. He filled me completely.

"Oh, God," I moaned.

And that's all it took. He tightened his grip on my cock and I could feel the whole power of his masculinity. He kissed my ear lobe as he began to wildly assault my asshole. I was not prepared for this athletic fucking. The long strokes. The steady, machine-like assault on my asshole. In and out. In and out. Somehow, he found the concentration to jack me as he thrust his cock to my prostate. "You're ass is so cute," he kept saying. "Everything about you is cute. I could fuck you forever."

"So fuck me forever," I said.

IN that act, we achieved an intimacy. I did not even know his name. I knew he did not know mine. But we were connected more than just physically. We were fitted together in body and soul.

After ten minutes or so of this manly connection, I came all over my kitchen cabinets. I don't ever remember coming that hard in my life. He never released my own cock as he continued to thrusts. He came a minute after I did but waited before he pulled himself out of my ass. We were both dripping with sweat. He rested his chin on my shoulder. I could feel his beating heart through my back, his hot breath, his perfect, hard body. He was then gently running his hands over my body.

He did then pull himself out and turned me around. Pressing tightly against me, he kissed me tenderly. The gentle kissing lasted for a few minutes. The tight enbarass and the intimacy afterward were as beautiful as the sex. I never felt happier about being a man and myself than when I discovered this beautiful man found me almost as attractive as I found him.

After a minute, he said. "Do you think we could do this again sometime? You are the most attractive man I have ever known." His blue eyes looked imploring.

"Does an hour from now sound okay?" This was my reply.

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