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Subject: The Locksmith (m/m)
Date: 21 Feb 1996 01:49:17 -0500
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***Notice***
This is a work of fiction that contains graphic descriptions of sex
between men. If you are under 18 or not into gay sex, exit now.
The Locksmith
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.