Marco the Maintenance Man

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While I went to college and a few years after, I lived in a small townhouse apartment. The complex had around a hundred units and was its own little neighborhood with pool, laundry, gym, even a small convenience store. It had a small crew of maintenance men to make repairs, to keep up the landscaping, and to make sure everything was running smoothly. The head maintenance man retired a few years after I moved there, and he was replaced by his assistant, Marco.

I had always had a crush on Marco. He had started there in his early twenties, a skinny guy but still definitely handsome. He had dark olive skin, with a Roman nose and square jaw. His hair varied from medium- to shoulder-length, always combed backward or tied-back if he was working. He started working out in the complex gym after he was hired; and, over the years, had developed huge biceps and thick tree-trunk thighs which went well with his broad shoulders and washboard stomach. He was an Italian god.

He was always off on Sundays and Mondays, spending whatever chance he had during the summer at the pool. With the laundry beside the pool, I’d always try and do my laundry then -just to watch him laid out on a lounger oiling himself. Once when I was alone in the laundry room, I looked out the open door which connected it to the pool area -no Marco. However, I was delighted when a few minutes later, he arrived. I had my phone in my hand and I decided to surreptitiously film him as he stripped down to his swimsuit. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his baggy gym shorts to reveal a skimpy suit which looked more like a jockstrap, framing his perfectly-muscled ass. He pulled his baggy t-shirt off revealing his tight-muscled torso. He began to spread suntan oil over his body, coating every ridge and valley, every muscle. I, caught up in the moment, had walked outside to get a closer shot. Marco looked straight at me.

“Dude, are you taking pics of me?” he growled.

“Uhm, no…I’m…I’m taking photos of the pool area…uhm…for…for my sister,” I stuttered as I waved the phone around the pool. “She wants one at her house. She needs ideas.” And then, I walked quickly back to the laundry.

I started having problems with my dishwasher awhile after and had put in a repair request. Marco was at my door bright and early on a Monday. I was surprised because it was usually his day off. He told me two of his guys were sick and one was on vacation. He’d be doing everything himself the next couple of days. He was very matter-of-fact and business-like, friendly even, so I figured he had forgotten about the pool incident.

I was working at home back then and I told him to do what he needed to do. He said he might be coming in and out, so I told him to not even bother knocking- just come and go as he needed. It was one of those cool days which were nice if you were sitting around writing, but warm enough you could get a good sweat going if you were really working. Marco had wet sweat stains on his armpits and collar. His work shirt had several button undone, exposing his gold St. Christopher’s medal nestled in his trimmed jet-black chest hair. I could smell the salty manly musk as he walked past me into the kitchen.

My desk was in what was supposed to be the dining room and my desk faced out toward the kitchen. I kept hoping he’d take off his shirt or just decide he was very horny and then come ravish me, but neither happened. The most erotic thing he did was the grunting sounds he made when he pulled out the dishwasher to look behind it.

He was in and out several times, and I got busy and didn’t notice anything else until he popped his head into the room to tell me they’d be delivering a new dishwasher later this afternoon. I told him I’d leave the door unlocked and for him to do karaman escort whatever he needed to do, as I’d probably still be working or doing laundry.

Later in the day, there was a soft knock and the front door opened. I walked into the foyer and was greeted by two delivery guys with the new dishwasher.

The two delivery guys were really attractive guys. The one who had knocked was a burly black guy who was almost busting out of his t-shirt, his chest and arms coiled with muscle; the other one was a slim strawberry-blond guy with freckles. The slim one had on a pair of thin coveralls which was open halfway down his freckled smooth chest. The contrast between the two guys was amazing and was kinda turning me on.

I went back to my desk while they worked on getting the dishwasher installed. I should have been working, but I was completely distracted by the two guys. All I could do was imagining the thin guy on his knees sucking the other guy’s cock. The big guy was wearing pretty tight jeans and he had a good-sized package pressing against them. I could just imagine his huge biceps flexing as he slapped his fat brown cock across the skinny dude’s freckled face. I wanted to see the boy trying to grab the thick cockhead with his red lips, eager to please the muscle man with his mouth.

“Alright, man. We got it installed and it’s ready to go,” the big guy said, leaning into the study. He had shaken me back to reality.

“Thanks!” I replied. “I left a tip there on the counter for you, have a drink on me.”

“Thanks, dude!” he said as he left.

I was hard as a rock. As soon as I heard the door close, I ran to my bedroom. I pulled my shorts off and flopped onto the bed. I grabbed my tablet off the nightstand and started playing the video of Marco at the pool on repeat. It felt so good tugging on my hard cock watching Marco oiling up his flawless olive body. It was feeling so good jerking my cock and I was so into it I didn’t hear the front door open and close.

I was completely shocked by the knock at my open bedroom door.

“Oh, fuck, man! Sorry to interrupt,” Marco said. “You said to come on in earlier. I came to check the install of the dishwasher and drop off the manuals.” He was shaking the instruction manual as he talked, not trying to make eye contact.

“Shit! I’m sorry. I forgot about that,” I said as I sprang out of bed, a pillow over my crotch and looking for my shorts.

“Hey, wait a minute”. Marco said looking at the tablet lying on the bed with the clip still playing. “That’s me!” I turned to grab it, but Marco had thrown down the manual and stepped to the bed and got it first. “Fuck, it is me. You’re jacking your cock watching me! You fucking filmed me!”

Marco was roaring and I was scared shitless.

“I’m so sorry, seriously. I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry. I’ll delete it,” I stammered.

Marco threw the tablet on the bed near me. I grabbed it and stopped the video. I deleted it and sat the tablet on the nightstand.

“I should have known from the way you are always at the laundry staring at me. Should have figured you were taking photos and shit. You guys are all alike -playing out your fantasies in your perverted head. Dreaming about sucking my cock and rubbing my muscles. You probably think you’re the first gay dude who’s lusted after me, seriously, dude.”

“Look…” I started.

“Do you think this is the first time this has happened to me? I’ve caught guys jerking off before. I’ve been hit on many times by guys. Everybody wants a piece of this,” he said as he flexed his bicep.

“No seriously. I wouldn’t. I’m so sorry,” I stammered.

“Save it, dude. I know you guys want me. I know these muscles get you all horned up. You knew what karaman escort bayan the fuck you were doing, planning this shit and wanting to blow me. Ready to take my cock after you lured me in here.” He crossed his arms and paused for a minute. “Maybe I should just let you,” he said. He was considering something. Shit,what was he going to do. “You really want me naked and you want to be on your knees with my big fat cock in your mouth. Don’t you?” he asked a sneer.

“No. I mean kinda. But, no I wasn’t trying to get you to…” I started.

“Strip!”

“What?” I asked, confused by what was happening.

“Strip. Get naked. Get naked and lay on the bed like you were before. I want to see you stroking your little cock with me standing here. I said to fucking strip and get on the fucking bed,” he ordered, one of his hands balled into a fist and the other one pointing at the bed.

I didn’t know what to do. Was he toying with me? Was I about to have my ass kicked? Something in his eyes told me he was serious. He leaned against the door frame waiting on me. He was looking dead at me.

“Did you not fucking understand me?” he growled at me. “I’ll give you five seconds to comprehend what I’m saying.”

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and got on the bed.

“Now what?” I asked meekly, completely exposed and my heart beating out of my chest. My cock stiffened as Marco looked me up and down.

“Start jerking off,” he commanded. I obeyed. I grabbed my dick and started going up and down.

“Like this?” I asked him. I wanted to appease him. I’d do whatever he wanted.

“Yeah, just like that,” he replied. “Stroke that cock. You’re so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? I could tell the minute I stepped in this room. The way you’ve been checking me out. What did you think was going to happen when I found you in here?”

“I don’t know,” I stammered.

“Oh, the fuck you know. You’ve jacked that cock before and thought about it.” He seemed to be getting off teasing me, humiliating me.

Marco started to slowly unbutton his shirt. His eyes were still burning into me. He pulled his shirttail out of his trousers and took his shirt off, and threw it at me. He chuckled to himself a bit as I grabbed the sweaty shirt with both hands. I took a deep sniff, causing my cock to bounce.

“Yeah, you wanted to drop to your knees and suck my big man cock? You wanted to taste this cum smeared across those lips. Huh?” he asked, tilting his head as he asked sarcastically. His hand dropped to his crotch and slid over his package. “You want this muscle cock? Be a fucking man and tell me you want this cock.”

“Yeah,” I confessed.

“What?”

“I want your cock.”

“And you think you can handle this big cock? It’s pretty thick. A few bitches have choked trying to take this big rod,” he bragged. While he talked, his hand ran over the front of his pants following a distinct bulge. Was he getting hard? I couldn’t stand it; I wanted him to just pull it out and show me how thick it was.

“I can take it,” I told him. I knew I could take what those bitches couldn’t, I was so ready.

“Oh, I have no doubt. You’re eager to please, cocksucker.”

He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops with a single tug. He gathered the belt and snapped it. I jumped a bit, causing him to laugh. He walked closer to me. He put the belt through the buckle and tossed it around my neck. His hands when to his trouser button and unbuttoned it. He pulled his zipper down slowly to reveal a tuft of black hair. My mouth was watering ready for his thick cock. I was ready to serve him.

“You ready, cocksucker?” he asked, reaching up to undo his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders and a bit into escort karaman his face. He pushed the top of his trousers down and they fell from his slim hips to halfway down his thick thighs. His cock looked as thick as my wrist. Too heavy to stand erect, it bounced under its own weight. I stopped jacking my own cock and reached for his. He slapped my hand away.

I’ll tell you if you can fucking touch it,” he barked at me. “Keep jerking your own little cock.”

He encircled his big cock and gave it a few strokes. My eye focused in on a drop of precum forming at the piss slit of his flared cockhead.

“I bet you’d love for me to put this fat cock in your ass too. You want to be owned by this big fucking piece of prime beef. I’ve seen your type drooling over me at the gym showers, ready to please me and my meat.”

I nodded my head as I continued to crank my hand over my own slick knob. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head and I felt a bit light-headed thinking about his thick rod stretching me open.

“Yeah, I could slide it inside you. I could stretch out that ass and fuck it so hard. Fuck it like a pussy,” he teased me. His finger scooped up the drop of precum on his cock and smeared it across the head. “Yeah, you’d like me fucking that ass like a tight virgin pussy.”

I groaned and my hand started jacking my cock harder.

“Take your hand off your little cock. I don’t want you to cum just yet,” he commanded. “Let me see your tight hole. Show me that pussy, boy.”

I laid back and lifted my legs up and back. I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my tight hole. He continued to stroke his thick cock over me. Here I was exposing my asshole to the star of jack-off sessions. He was getting off humiliating me, making me expose myself to him to get his cock.

“Yeah, that’s a tight little pussy. When was the last time somebody fucked that pussy?”

“Uhm…well,” I thought for a second. “Uh, I dunno, I…”

“So fucking long you can’t even remember,” he interrupted. “No wonder you where so horned up for my cock. You just really need a good fucking. I ought to plow the fuck out of that tight pussy right now. Push into that hole and fuck the shit outta it until it’s a gaping mess,” he said as he knelt down and leaned in toward me. He inhaled deep and then blew toward my hole. I could feel my asshole winking at him as he blew on it. He laughed. “That pussy is just begging me to fuck it.”

He stood back up and started jacking his cock. I started jacking mine again too.

“Yeah, you were just begging for me to come in here and let you suck my fat cock. You wanted me to take that tight ass and just pound the fuck out of it. You wanted me to own that tight pussy. You wanted a real man ramming that pussy, taking you like you have never been taken before. Fucking tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want your cock.”

“How bad do you want it?” he growled as he fisted his cock over me.

“I fucking crave that cock. I got to have that fucking big cock!” I yelled as my balls tightened and cum shot onto my stomach.

My body jerked after every volley of cum splattered onto me.

“Well, you ain’t getting it today. But I’ll leave you with something,” he grunted. He took a stepped closer until he was standing over my chest. He started stroking his cock faster until he erupted, shooting cum all over my torso. Hot heavy globs of cum showered onto me. He moaned loudly, his head back and eyes closed until the last drop left him. He grabbed my shorts from the floor and wiped his hands and cock. He stepped back and pulled his pants up. He picked his shirt up from the bed and put it own.

“You might get this cock someday if I get horned up enough and can’t find any pussy,” he said, buttoning up his shirt. “Maybe, maybe not. Keep on dreaming, fucker.” He laughed as he turned and walked out of the room. I heard the front door open and then close with a slam.

I just laid there in the bed covered in our mingling cum, and thought it might actually happen pretty soon. He had left his belt behind.

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