It was a summer with record heat waves, and my old air conditioner finally had given out. I had been able to get another one delivered Saturday, so since I had to be home waiting I decided to get a second lock put on my apartment door as I had been thinking of for years.
The AC came about 11 am. First I took out the old unit, a bulky old thing that weighed a ton. Each year it's a struggle to drag it across the floor from the closet and hoist it up to the window. Now I got it out of the window and onto the floor, just narrowly missing crushing my foot. I got the new unit out of the carton and began the preparation to put it in the window. It was already 95 degrees and I was sweating bullets. The tank top that I was wearing was sticking to my body and the brief cotton gymshorts I had on felt like they were made out of wool.
Just then the downstairs bell rang and I went down to answer it, since my building doesn't have a buzz-back system. Through the front door glass I could see that it was the locksmith. I opened the door and said, "Hi." "How you doing?" he answered with a smile. This guy was quite a hunk. He was 5'9", in his early thirties, with sandy colored hair that reached down to the collar of his workshirt. He had a thick mustache and stubble on the rest of his face that showed that he hadn't shaved that morning. His eyes were grey with flecks of green around the pupils. I stood aside to let him in and started eyeing his body. He was really built. Broad shoulders flared out from his thick neck. The top three buttons of his shirt were open and thick brown hair cascaded out from the gap, showing a nice cleft of firm pecs. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up and tight around his big arms. He was holding a large metal toolbox and the triceps of that arm were in relief, showing a nice horseshoe. He had a flat stomach that gave him a wide V-shape when combined with the thick lats and shoulders.
"It's the apartment at the top of the stairs," I said. I followed him up the stairs, watching his round butt in his tight jeans as we went up. Once inside I told him what work I wanted done and went back to the AC. "That looks like a good idea," he said as he saw what I was doing. "This is one hell of a hot summer." It was incredibly hot and humid in the apartment by now. At one point I had to disconnect the ground from a small screw on the unit, but it was in an awkward spot and I couldn't get it to budge. Finally I asked the locksmith if he had any needlenose pliers. "Sure, here you go," he answered. I quickly got the screw off and thanked him. "A job is easy if you have the right tools," he said with a smile, showing me a sexy mouth of white, straight teeth.
I finished setting up the casing and was ready to put the unit itself in the window at the same time that he finished his work. I bent down and picked the unit off the floor. It was lighter than the old one but still weighed a lot! I was just able to maneuver it in and stood back with a loud "Phew." I turned it on and cool air started coming out. I closed the windows, then stopped and looked at the old unit sitting there. I wish I had thought to ask the deliveryman to take it down on the handtruck he had used to lug the new one up the stairs. The locksmith seemed to be reading my mind when he asked, "Do you want some help getting rid of that old one?" "I'd sure appreciate that," I said. I got ready to take one end, but he got a little in the way and picked it up by himself. He headed for the door, walking like he was carrying a 20 pound bag of potatoes. "Don't you need help?" I asked. I was impressed by this display of strength, but I didn't want him to think that I expected him to do it alone. "No, that's OK," he replied and headed down the stairs. I chased after him. "Let me open the front door." "I'm fine," he said, and shifted the AC a little so that he was able to hold it under one arm, freeing the other to open the door. I watched from the top of the stairs as he went down the front steps, the heavy unit that I could barely lift still tucked under one arm. My cock was starting to stir in my shorts. This guy was quite a bruiser. He left the unit by the curb and came back up the steps.
"Thanks a lot," I said. "I would have had quite a time getting it down myself."
"No problem," he replied, smiling that great smile again. "That's one of the many fringe benefits of working out."
We went back upstairs so he could collect his tools and I could pay him for the work. "How about some cold water?" I asked. He said OK and walked over to the AC which was now pumping out cold air. The back and armpits of his shirt were soaked with sweat and he stood in front of the AC and sighed, "Aaaah." I got a bottle of water out of the fridge and poured two glasses. He had started to unbutton his shirt and pulled it open, letting the cold air blast him. He then completely took it off. I watched as he stretched his arms over his head, then slowly brought them down to his sides. The muscles in his back rippled as he did this, and the deltoid heads bunched up, then relaxed. He held his hands together as he stretched his arms behind his backed and once again the horeshoes in his triceps burst forth. He turned around as I approached and I looked straight at his deep manly chest which was covered in hair the same sandy brown as on his head.
"Here you go," I said as I handed him the glass. Then feeling like I had nothing to loose, I said, "It looks like another fringe benefit of working out is a great body." If he took it the wrong way, I'd just say that I had been working out for a while myself and hoped to get bigger, not that I was likely to be gung-ho enough to get nearly that big.
He saw that I was staring at him. "Yep, it sure is great to have muscles. You get a lot of attention," he said, looking me straight in the eye. "Look at this baby, just 19 inches around," and he flexed his right arm. The biceps were thick, full, and looked very dense. I stood stockstill, not wanting to hope too much, but believing that this was my luck day. "Yeah, I thought you'd be impressed," he said. I nodded, not taking my eyes off the beefy arm as he flexed twice more, the biceps jumping up each time he brought the forearm toward his shoulder. "Go ahead, feel how hard it is. I know that you want to." I slowly put my hand on the massive muscle, lightly at first, then moving my hand around it, pressing harder.
"Yeah, I knew you wanted to know how it felt. How do you like it?" "Man, it feels as great as it looks," I said, still mesmerized by his arm. He started rotating his fist around so that the muscles in his forearms twitched and rolled. I traced along the veins with my fingertips, feeling the soft hairs on top of the brawny muscle.
"What about this big chest? You like that too?" He said as he flexed the broad mounds of his pecs. "Yeah." "What, I can't hear you. You like this big man's chest or don't you? Tell me!" he shouted. "Yeah, yeah, those rugged pecs have got me hot," I cried. "Let me feel them." I had both hands on them now, and they were as hard as his muscular arms were. "Yeah, big fucking chest from lifting heavy weights," he growled. "You want to be a big man you got to work for it. Most can't hack it." "You are a big man, strong and beautiful," I said, running my hands over his chest and shoulders. "Flex those hard-earned muscles for me, please, please." "Yeah, you want a musclestud to show off for you, don't you. Well, now here's a treat for you." With that he stepped back a little and started flexing. He brought both arms up in a double biceps pose, two massive arms with a freaky peak on each biceps. He put his hands at his sides and let his lats spread out, thick and wide. "You like this?" he asked as he turned around, showing the broad back and lats. "Flex for me big man," I begged. "I want to see your big hard body!" He brought the big arms up again and I thrilled to a double biceps pose from the rear. His back and traps were well defined and packed with muscle.
He turned back and looked at me. My cock was hard now, and had pushed out through one of the leg holes of my underwear. The tip of the head was sticking out from the bottom of the cotton gym shorts that I had on. "Hey, that looks hot," the big man said when he saw it. "My tool is getting hard too. I get turned on when I show myself off for someone." He unzipped his jeans, then stepped out of them. His thighs were large and well-defined. He flexed one leg so that the quad muscles separated out beneath a coating of that same brown hair. His calves were large and in proportion to the rest of his body. It was obvious that he worked out to look great all over; not content to have spindly legs like some guys who only work out their torsos.
His cock was stretching the fabric of his briefs. There was a wetspot by the head where pre-cum had started leaking out. "Come here," he said, and I obeyed. He pulled the tank top over my head. "Not bad," he said, which coming from such a hunk I took as a major compliment. He pulled down on my shorts and underwear, letting my erection stick straight out. "Nice," he said, fingering my cock with the fingers of one hand. I reached over to the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His cock was thicker than mine and a few inches longer - probably over eight inches. The shaft had some nice veins running from his bush to the mushroom head. I took the hefty cock in one hand and slowly started to stroke it as I leaned into his hairy chest. I rubbed my face in the thick hair, my beard rubbing against his hard nipples.
"Oooh yeah, man, suck those pecs," he moaned. That's what I had planned, and I instantly did as he said. I sucked hard on them, biting a little, which had him grunting with pleasure. He had one calloused hand on my round butt, kneading my firm ass. His other hand was still lightly pulling on the shaft of my hard on, cupping around the head in a way that felt like a tongue licking it. I moved my free hand to his upper arm which he started flexing by his side. "Yeah, fucking muscle," he said.
He spit on his hand a few times and rubbed it on his cock, which he then put between my legs. He put his arms around my back and I grabbed around his waist, which was tight and solid. He started thrusting his cock in between my legs, rubbing against my balls. My own cock was being rubbed against the hard washboard abs he sported, an incredible feeling.
He pushed me back a few feet to the edge of the sofa, then forced me down onto it. He got on top of me, barely fitting because he was so wide. He started kissing me, his tongue going deep into my mouth. His hot mouth was on my neck, biting my ears and shoulders. It was great feeling his hard, big body on top of mine, our tongues swapping spit as we slammed our bodies together. He got up, then came back down so that his big cock was dangling over my face. A drop of pre-cum dripped off onto my cheek. I strained up to his throbbing dick, sticking my tongue out to get some more. "Take that muscleman cock," he said, and moved his hips down so it was within my reach. I took the hard on into my mouth. My tongue was pressing along the shaft as I let it go deeper into my throat. He started slurping on my own dick. He was an expert cocksucker and I could tell that I would be cumming soon. He was thrusting his own big dick into my mouth, and I was feeling his rockhard ass with my hands.
He started moaning and I knew that he was close. I sucked harder on his dick until he yelled out, "Yeah, suck that big man's dick! Gonna shoot my load!" I felt the spasms of his cock as he squirted thick, hot cum into my mouth. He shot four or five loads which I greedily swallowed down. He repositioned himself so he was looking up toward my head. Then he started going down on me again, his strong hands pressing down on my chest. I reached down and felt the thick muscles in his shoulders and arms. I felt the heavy feeling in my balls as they pressed up to my body, the tingling in my cock head becoming intense. "Bring me off muscleman!" I cried and I let my load fly. Cum shot into his mouth as I felt his tight arm muscles, their hardness making me extra excited. He licked his lips, getting a little bit of cum that had squirted out. "Oh man, I never had a blowjob like that before," I said.
"Another fringe benefit of working out and having muscles," he said with a smile.
I offered to let him take a shower, but he said he had to get going to his next job. I wondered how often he got off with the people whose homes he worked in, and what they did. My main regret is that I didn't get his phone number, not even his name. Sometimes I wonder if any of my friends have had this guy come fix their locks, then bring them off too.
The AC came about 11 am. First I took out the old unit, a bulky old thing that weighed a ton. Each year it's a struggle to drag it across the floor from the closet and hoist it up to the window. Now I got it out of the window and onto the floor, just narrowly missing crushing my foot. I got the new unit out of the carton and began the preparation to put it in the window. It was already 95 degrees and I was sweating bullets. The tank top that I was wearing was sticking to my body and the brief cotton gymshorts I had on felt like they were made out of wool.
Just then the downstairs bell rang and I went down to answer it, since my building doesn't have a buzz-back system. Through the front door glass I could see that it was the locksmith. I opened the door and said, "Hi." "How you doing?" he answered with a smile. This guy was quite a hunk. He was 5'9", in his early thirties, with sandy colored hair that reached down to the collar of his workshirt. He had a thick mustache and stubble on the rest of his face that showed that he hadn't shaved that morning. His eyes were grey with flecks of green around the pupils. I stood aside to let him in and started eyeing his body. He was really built. Broad shoulders flared out from his thick neck. The top three buttons of his shirt were open and thick brown hair cascaded out from the gap, showing a nice cleft of firm pecs. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up and tight around his big arms. He was holding a large metal toolbox and the triceps of that arm were in relief, showing a nice horseshoe. He had a flat stomach that gave him a wide V-shape when combined with the thick lats and shoulders.
"It's the apartment at the top of the stairs," I said. I followed him up the stairs, watching his round butt in his tight jeans as we went up. Once inside I told him what work I wanted done and went back to the AC. "That looks like a good idea," he said as he saw what I was doing. "This is one hell of a hot summer." It was incredibly hot and humid in the apartment by now. At one point I had to disconnect the ground from a small screw on the unit, but it was in an awkward spot and I couldn't get it to budge. Finally I asked the locksmith if he had any needlenose pliers. "Sure, here you go," he answered. I quickly got the screw off and thanked him. "A job is easy if you have the right tools," he said with a smile, showing me a sexy mouth of white, straight teeth.
I finished setting up the casing and was ready to put the unit itself in the window at the same time that he finished his work. I bent down and picked the unit off the floor. It was lighter than the old one but still weighed a lot! I was just able to maneuver it in and stood back with a loud "Phew." I turned it on and cool air started coming out. I closed the windows, then stopped and looked at the old unit sitting there. I wish I had thought to ask the deliveryman to take it down on the handtruck he had used to lug the new one up the stairs. The locksmith seemed to be reading my mind when he asked, "Do you want some help getting rid of that old one?" "I'd sure appreciate that," I said. I got ready to take one end, but he got a little in the way and picked it up by himself. He headed for the door, walking like he was carrying a 20 pound bag of potatoes. "Don't you need help?" I asked. I was impressed by this display of strength, but I didn't want him to think that I expected him to do it alone. "No, that's OK," he replied and headed down the stairs. I chased after him. "Let me open the front door." "I'm fine," he said, and shifted the AC a little so that he was able to hold it under one arm, freeing the other to open the door. I watched from the top of the stairs as he went down the front steps, the heavy unit that I could barely lift still tucked under one arm. My cock was starting to stir in my shorts. This guy was quite a bruiser. He left the unit by the curb and came back up the steps.
"Thanks a lot," I said. "I would have had quite a time getting it down myself."
"No problem," he replied, smiling that great smile again. "That's one of the many fringe benefits of working out."
We went back upstairs so he could collect his tools and I could pay him for the work. "How about some cold water?" I asked. He said OK and walked over to the AC which was now pumping out cold air. The back and armpits of his shirt were soaked with sweat and he stood in front of the AC and sighed, "Aaaah." I got a bottle of water out of the fridge and poured two glasses. He had started to unbutton his shirt and pulled it open, letting the cold air blast him. He then completely took it off. I watched as he stretched his arms over his head, then slowly brought them down to his sides. The muscles in his back rippled as he did this, and the deltoid heads bunched up, then relaxed. He held his hands together as he stretched his arms behind his backed and once again the horeshoes in his triceps burst forth. He turned around as I approached and I looked straight at his deep manly chest which was covered in hair the same sandy brown as on his head.
"Here you go," I said as I handed him the glass. Then feeling like I had nothing to loose, I said, "It looks like another fringe benefit of working out is a great body." If he took it the wrong way, I'd just say that I had been working out for a while myself and hoped to get bigger, not that I was likely to be gung-ho enough to get nearly that big.
He saw that I was staring at him. "Yep, it sure is great to have muscles. You get a lot of attention," he said, looking me straight in the eye. "Look at this baby, just 19 inches around," and he flexed his right arm. The biceps were thick, full, and looked very dense. I stood stockstill, not wanting to hope too much, but believing that this was my luck day. "Yeah, I thought you'd be impressed," he said. I nodded, not taking my eyes off the beefy arm as he flexed twice more, the biceps jumping up each time he brought the forearm toward his shoulder. "Go ahead, feel how hard it is. I know that you want to." I slowly put my hand on the massive muscle, lightly at first, then moving my hand around it, pressing harder.
"Yeah, I knew you wanted to know how it felt. How do you like it?" "Man, it feels as great as it looks," I said, still mesmerized by his arm. He started rotating his fist around so that the muscles in his forearms twitched and rolled. I traced along the veins with my fingertips, feeling the soft hairs on top of the brawny muscle.
"What about this big chest? You like that too?" He said as he flexed the broad mounds of his pecs. "Yeah." "What, I can't hear you. You like this big man's chest or don't you? Tell me!" he shouted. "Yeah, yeah, those rugged pecs have got me hot," I cried. "Let me feel them." I had both hands on them now, and they were as hard as his muscular arms were. "Yeah, big fucking chest from lifting heavy weights," he growled. "You want to be a big man you got to work for it. Most can't hack it." "You are a big man, strong and beautiful," I said, running my hands over his chest and shoulders. "Flex those hard-earned muscles for me, please, please." "Yeah, you want a musclestud to show off for you, don't you. Well, now here's a treat for you." With that he stepped back a little and started flexing. He brought both arms up in a double biceps pose, two massive arms with a freaky peak on each biceps. He put his hands at his sides and let his lats spread out, thick and wide. "You like this?" he asked as he turned around, showing the broad back and lats. "Flex for me big man," I begged. "I want to see your big hard body!" He brought the big arms up again and I thrilled to a double biceps pose from the rear. His back and traps were well defined and packed with muscle.
He turned back and looked at me. My cock was hard now, and had pushed out through one of the leg holes of my underwear. The tip of the head was sticking out from the bottom of the cotton gym shorts that I had on. "Hey, that looks hot," the big man said when he saw it. "My tool is getting hard too. I get turned on when I show myself off for someone." He unzipped his jeans, then stepped out of them. His thighs were large and well-defined. He flexed one leg so that the quad muscles separated out beneath a coating of that same brown hair. His calves were large and in proportion to the rest of his body. It was obvious that he worked out to look great all over; not content to have spindly legs like some guys who only work out their torsos.
His cock was stretching the fabric of his briefs. There was a wetspot by the head where pre-cum had started leaking out. "Come here," he said, and I obeyed. He pulled the tank top over my head. "Not bad," he said, which coming from such a hunk I took as a major compliment. He pulled down on my shorts and underwear, letting my erection stick straight out. "Nice," he said, fingering my cock with the fingers of one hand. I reached over to the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. His cock was thicker than mine and a few inches longer - probably over eight inches. The shaft had some nice veins running from his bush to the mushroom head. I took the hefty cock in one hand and slowly started to stroke it as I leaned into his hairy chest. I rubbed my face in the thick hair, my beard rubbing against his hard nipples.
"Oooh yeah, man, suck those pecs," he moaned. That's what I had planned, and I instantly did as he said. I sucked hard on them, biting a little, which had him grunting with pleasure. He had one calloused hand on my round butt, kneading my firm ass. His other hand was still lightly pulling on the shaft of my hard on, cupping around the head in a way that felt like a tongue licking it. I moved my free hand to his upper arm which he started flexing by his side. "Yeah, fucking muscle," he said.
He spit on his hand a few times and rubbed it on his cock, which he then put between my legs. He put his arms around my back and I grabbed around his waist, which was tight and solid. He started thrusting his cock in between my legs, rubbing against my balls. My own cock was being rubbed against the hard washboard abs he sported, an incredible feeling.
He pushed me back a few feet to the edge of the sofa, then forced me down onto it. He got on top of me, barely fitting because he was so wide. He started kissing me, his tongue going deep into my mouth. His hot mouth was on my neck, biting my ears and shoulders. It was great feeling his hard, big body on top of mine, our tongues swapping spit as we slammed our bodies together. He got up, then came back down so that his big cock was dangling over my face. A drop of pre-cum dripped off onto my cheek. I strained up to his throbbing dick, sticking my tongue out to get some more. "Take that muscleman cock," he said, and moved his hips down so it was within my reach. I took the hard on into my mouth. My tongue was pressing along the shaft as I let it go deeper into my throat. He started slurping on my own dick. He was an expert cocksucker and I could tell that I would be cumming soon. He was thrusting his own big dick into my mouth, and I was feeling his rockhard ass with my hands.
He started moaning and I knew that he was close. I sucked harder on his dick until he yelled out, "Yeah, suck that big man's dick! Gonna shoot my load!" I felt the spasms of his cock as he squirted thick, hot cum into my mouth. He shot four or five loads which I greedily swallowed down. He repositioned himself so he was looking up toward my head. Then he started going down on me again, his strong hands pressing down on my chest. I reached down and felt the thick muscles in his shoulders and arms. I felt the heavy feeling in my balls as they pressed up to my body, the tingling in my cock head becoming intense. "Bring me off muscleman!" I cried and I let my load fly. Cum shot into his mouth as I felt his tight arm muscles, their hardness making me extra excited. He licked his lips, getting a little bit of cum that had squirted out. "Oh man, I never had a blowjob like that before," I said.
"Another fringe benefit of working out and having muscles," he said with a smile.
I offered to let him take a shower, but he said he had to get going to his next job. I wondered how often he got off with the people whose homes he worked in, and what they did. My main regret is that I didn't get his phone number, not even his name. Sometimes I wonder if any of my friends have had this guy come fix their locks, then bring them off too.
