Back Door Maintenance
After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom,
I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing
that my parents would be at work,
expecting to have the house to myself, I didn’t
bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in
a burst of refrigerator light
drinking from a carton of o.j. It
wasn’t until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the
doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my
parents mentioning something about
having the furnace service. The guy looked
me up and down with great interest. “You
could stand to put on a little weight,” he said with
a snicker. “But you’ve sure got a
great looking cock.”
Immediately, blood rushed
to my face. I just stood there with
my mouth full of juice, staring at him. He was so
damn good looking, for a moment I wondered if I was
dreaming.
He looked to be a few years older than
me, twenty-five of so. He was average
height, with a lean, somewhat muscular
build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he
was obviously attracted to me. I
mean, his eyes were all over me,
lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my manhood.
Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply
pressed shirt, just below the company
logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the
name Bill.
After finally managing to
swallow, I sit the carton of juice on
the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct
his view of my stiffening cock with my hands. “I
wasn’t expecting company,” I said
rather sharply. “I think I’d better
get dressed.”
Making himself at home at the
kitchen table he glared at me with a
crooked smile. “There’s certainly no need to go to
any trouble on my account,” he said. “To be honest, I
kind of like the view. Go ahead and
finish you juice.”
I couldn’t believe the nerve of
this guy. Did he think just because
he was so damn good looking it entitled him to
take such brazen liberties? “You
know,” he said. “With your boyish good-looks I’ll
bet you’re a real heart-breaker.”
I was eighteen and aware of the
fact that many of my features
remained boyish, I certainly didn’t need him
reminding me.
Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. “I
didn’t mean to piss you off,” he
said. “It was a compliment. I’ll bet
there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you
over and drill that sweet little ass of
yours.”
My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped
bulge that had begun to swell and
stretch down the inside of his thigh. No
doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated
my preference for cock long ago, and
while I definitely found the
repairman attractive, I couldn’t help being a little put
off by his arrogance.
“Seriously,” said Bill. “You really are a knock out.
Again I felt the familiar warmth of a blush
returning to my cheeks. “Come now,”
he said. “Don’t tell me no one has
ever told you how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. No
one ever had. He was the first.
“I’ll bet you’re still a virgin too, aren’t you?”
If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been
fucked, his assumption was correct. But virgin,
or not, I wasn’t so naive that I
failed to recognize his desire to
seduce me.
“I think its time I got dressed,” I said,
slowly making my way toward the
doorway. My heart nearly exploded when
Bill reached out and took hold of my hand.
“Come on now. What’s your hurry? I think we should
talk some more. I’d like to get to know you
better.” He
pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were
fixed on the distended
slab of teenage meat that now sprang
up from between my legs. I gasped as he yanked me down
across his knees. I realized at once
that his strength was far superior to
mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had
wanted too, would have been futile. One of
his thick arms came to rest across my back,
holding me firmly in place. “When was the last time you
had someone give you a good
spanking?” He ran a hand over my ass.
“Damn, if that ain’t a pretty ass,” he muttered.
“You’ve got the smoothest little bubble butt I’ve ever
seen.
I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down
hard against my vulnerable buttocks.
“You like being spanked, don’t you?”
God, help me, I did like it. I could hardly
wait for him to smack my ass a second time, but I didn’t
want to give him the satisfaction of
knowing he was right.
“One word about this to my
parents and your job is history,” I
threatened, eager for him to continue. “Never
bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You’re not going to
say jack-shit to your parents. You’ve been beating
your meat just aching for something
like this to happen.
“You’re crazy,” I shrieked,
my voice trembling with
lust. “I was
like you once,” said Bill. That’s how I know
what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in
the doorway you’ve seized every
opportunity to check out my big
basket. Not that I blame you, I’ve got a big cock, as you
will soon see. Again his firm
hand swept down to sting my ass, and
again I cried out in ecstasy. Palming the fire that he
had ignited in my posterior, he forced a hand
between my thighs to taunt my velvety
ball-sac. “It makes you horny being
touch like this, doesn’t it?” said Bill. “And why not?
It feels good.” “I want you to
stop,” I sighed hotly. Why was I saying
no when my heart, body and soul was crying yes?
“You don’t mean that,” said Bill, reaching a bit
further between my legs to embrace my
erect cock. “Your dick doesn’t lie.
It knows exactly what it likes, and it’s aching for more.”
I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill’s fingers
stroked my twitching rod. “Really! You’ve got
to stop,” I demanded.
“Don’t worry,” Bill sighed endearingly. “It’s all
right if you cum.”
“But I don’t want to cum!” If liars are destined to
burn in hell, I had just doomed myself to
becoming a block of cinder.
I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman
leapt to his feet, sending me
sprawling across the kitchen floor.
Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to
his knees. If I had been serious about escaping
his advances this was the ideal
opportunity to flee, but I didn’t
even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of
being fucked my this handsome
stud.
Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck,
licking the tender buds of my erect
nipples. The sting of his hand still
burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust
my legs into the air and forced my knees back
against my chest. My chest heaved
frantically as he bent down and with
a single gulp consumed my entire cock. I yielded
completely to his will. The slickness of his lips
moving up and down the length of my
rigid meat was the most exquisite
pleasure I had ever experienced. “Oh God, that
feels good!” I groaned. “Suck it! Suck
my meat into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my
fucking cock!” My legs trembled as he
complied with my demands, taking my
slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that
his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy
ball-sac. I was through with
pretending to be coy. I wanted this big
handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.
My cock flopped wetly
against my belly as it slid from
between his luscious lips. “I love the way you taste and
smell,” said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run
his nose through my dense pubic hair.
I shivered as his hot tongue licked my
cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge
of responsive flesh that marked the
path to my gaping butt crack. “I’m
going to devour you, man. I’m going to show you
just how good man sex can be.” Shock
waves quaked through my loins as Bill’s long, wet
tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur
that sprouted from my steamy crevice.
A sensation, unlike any I had ever
felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my
tight pucker until my head was swimming with the
intoxicating effects of his oral
assault. Then, without warning, drooling
profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing
probe stabbed wickedly into my
tightly clinched burrow. He had
breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its
own succulent juices, his burning
tongue plunged deeper and deeper into
the dank darkness of my virgin fuckhole,
elevating me to a new level of awareness.
Bill retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my
manhole to throb with beseeching
desire. “Damn you taste good,” he
sighed with a slurp of satisfaction. I watched as he
opened up the front of his pants and
set free his rigorously throbbing
erection. The shear size of his cock was alarming,
especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with
this enormous tool.
Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred
the slime that saturated my tense
valley. He had huge hands. His
fingers were long and thick — smaller than a cock, but
large enough to cause me a significant amount
of distress when he poked one up my
ass.
My anal corridor twitched spastically, its
velvety walls clinging feverishly to
the meaty finger that gently rotated
to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd
— yet pleasing.
Taking my cock into his fist, he squeezed a torrent
of shimmering, gel from my piss-tube.
The slickness of my dick juice
lubricated his hand as he slowly started jacking me
off. Within seconds he had brought me to the brink
of coming. My body was on the verge
of reaping the splendor of an orgasm
when he unexpectedly released my hammering tool and
withdrew his sticky finger from my ass.
The sudden sense of abandonment left me numb and
short of breath. Before I could fully
recover he was pushing the head of
his cock up my butt, stretching my youthful pucker
with the crest of his intimidating fuck muscle.
Trembling with the agony of his
penetration, I cried out like a wounded
animal. Never before had I ever experienced such
pain. Tears welled up in my eyes as
my spastic rectum expanded to
accommodate the full length of Bill’s unsympathetic
ramrod.
In a voice I vaguely recognize as being
my own, I cried out. “Oh God, it
hurts! You’ve got to take it out!” “I don’t think
so, kid. Don’t fight it. It’ll be fine,
just relax.”
Bill withdrew all but the puffy
knob of his swollen cock. The pain
was already beginning to subside. A
pleasure, every bit as intense as the pain began to quiver
up my spine. “Damn, you’ve got a hot
little ass,” Bill grunted. “I could
fuck an ass like yours all day long. This is what
man on man sex is all about, boy. Nothing I know of is
more satisfying. It just doesn’t get
any better than this.”
There was a tenderness in
his touch as his callused hands
pulled and tugged on my bony cock. He fucked me with
slow deep thrusts, each more rewarding, more
sensual than the last.
“Oh Christ, I’m almost there,” Bill panted. “How
about you, I’ll bet those big nuts of
yours are about to explode.” “Oh yeah,” I
confirmed. “I can’t hold back much longer.
I’m on fire. fuck me harder! Oh God, yes! Faster!
Deeper!” Soft whimpers of
orgasmic gratification ricocheted off
the kitchen walls as Bill withdrew his inflamed organ from
my rectum and jacked off, shooting
his stringy spunk across my belly.
The seemingly endless torrent being expelled by his
soggy pisshole was mesmerizing. The
pearl-like phosphorescence pooling on
my abdomen oozed through my pubic
hair and trickled down my hot, tightly drawn ball-sac.
Eager to alleviate the throbbing in
my manhood, I seized my cock with
every intention of jacking off. “No!” Bill
panted. “I want to get you off.” Again he shoved
a finger up my ass, and I hissed and
spat with amorous respect for his proficient love making
skills. “Bang my fucking butt!” I shrieked,
squirming on the kitchen tile like a
worm on a fisherman’s hook. His free
hand made a fist around my rigid cock and he began to
hammer away, slowly at first, then
with a more purposeful intent. I
could feel the semen within me churning, boiling, lurching
through a maze of spastic aqueducts.
“I’m gonna CUUUUM,” I snarled, trembling with the
feverish chills of unbridled ecstasy.
Jism erupted the full length of my torso, splattering
my neck and shoulders with
ribbon-like curls of pent up passion.
“Oh yeah,” Bill cooed. “Shoot that big wad of sticky boy
cream. Drain those big silky nuts all over your
chest.”
Slowly my body returned to normal. Bill
stood up, pulled up his pants, and
tucked away his meaty joy-stick.
Staring down at me he said. “You’re really something, kid.
I meant what I said about you being a
heart-breaker, you really are. And on
top of that, you’ve got one of the
hottest little asses its ever been my pleasure to fuck.”
“I hope we see each other again sometime,” I said,
rising up to rest back on my elbows.
“You can count on it,” said Bill. “I’ll be back this
fall to service both your furnace and you.” For
the first time ever, I was looking
forward to a short summer.
