FWG: HVAC Repairman

I snicker at the image of seeing John with his hole swollen and leaking, a stark contrast to the initial meeting we had.

"You're gonna have to continue to fuck me like this," he said after the sixth time we linked up.

I'll explain those trysts, but I must tell you about the very first time we linked, a time I didn't think would play out like it did.

"Hey there. I'm John, and you called for HVAC repair," he asked.

I bought this house in Norview with the understanding everything was brand new: the heating and cooling units especially, with the realtor expressing such. Two months after closing, things were falling apart left and right, from the stove not working, to brown water leaking through the faucets. I fixed those items without the warranty, then the air conditioning wasn't working on the hottest day of the year, and so I tapped into my warranty company for it to summon a repairman.

"Got the call you were roasting in your place," John said as I let him in. " We're here to diagnose, and we'll go from there."

A warm house was the culprit to my attitude on this day for I had to miss work, and not get paid as much as deal with an 85 degree home. John, a tall guy, with ruffled hair and big, gold rimmed glasses, was all positive in his high pitched voice, and thick mustache.

"Let me see if I can fix it," he said as he walked through the house.

He strolled through the kitchen to the garage, and through the back door to make it to the outdoor unit. I sat on the couch, watching a naughty video while getting hot and bothered.

"Mr. Puryear," he yelled. "Can you hit your thermostat one time?"

I'd put down the phone, and walk over to the device at the entrance to the kitchen from the garage.

"Turn it all the way up," he said, before telling me to do the opposite.

He asked if I felt any air, and I told him no, then he continued tinkering with the machine while I stood in the kitchen.

"I can tell you right now, you'll need to replace the coils in the unit, and will probably need freon," he told me minutes later.

He let me know that I was bamboozled, and broke down the pros and cons of doing a temporary repair, vice long term.

"I still have to go through your warranty company, but I wanted to break it down," he said.

He stepped through the kitchen, and headed back through the living room to head to his truck. I sat on the couch, thinking he would head back outside to put things back together when all of a sudden I smelled smoke, and felt a burst of cool air coming through the nearby vent. I'd hear him whistling, then footsteps as he was coming back through the garage, when I made the mistake of turning off the sound on my phone.

"I watch that same video from time to time," he told me with a chuckle.

"Don't be embarrassed. We're men, and like our wives, we have needs."

"Well, I'm single, but can relate to all of everything else you said," I told him.

He went back to his truck, and I stood up with a hard on, thinking about what he said. I looked through my storm door to see his truck rocking as he moved around inside. He'd come out of the back of the vehicle, slipping almost to the ground, and revealing his butt crack in jeans that seemed a bit too small. He got his composure and managed to "fix" his uniform, then took a swipe at his hair and headed back for my front door.

"All you owe is the service charge," he said.

"How much," I asked.

We stood in front of each other, and he had this big, cheesy grin on his face before telling me the cost.

"Lemme suck yo dick," he said lowly.

"Excuse me?"

"No charge, if you let me suck..... yo.... dick," he stated.

I could admit that John, perhaps in his late 40s and 50s, was the perfect stats at maybe six foot two, 300 to 320 lbs. He seemed to be a nerd with a fat ass, and perhaps a deep throat as he requested to pleasure me.

"You do this all the time on the clock," I asked as he stepped closer.

He didn't answer the question, and instead chose to sit on my couch to unbutton his shirt.

"I ain't sucked cock in over six months," he said.

I made sure to shut the door, for the impromptu urge between us was too strong to ignore. I walked over to John to have him pull my shorts, and out came my floppy prick fully erect. The sight of my dick made that smile disappear, and so I walked closer. He put his hands on my hips while focusing on it, and lowered his head, then opened his mouth before lunging forward to give it a wet massage.

"If only you had a buddy," I said as he slurped at the base.

"I have one, and sometimes we go on jobs together for this reason," he said as he closed my mouth to siphon my meat.

I watched a now-serious John gliding his skull back and forth while his saliva galvanized my stick. John played no games in sucking cock, for he didn't once gag, or struggle inhaling my nine inch dick while giving a sweet juggle to my balls with his right hand. I put my hands on my hips while enjoying the show, witnessing John give a clinic on sucking cock, and giving the ultimate pleasure. He used his tongue on the bottom part of my shaft, giving the perfect amount of squeeze through his lips which covered all circumference of my sausage. Back and forth, in and out, I felt that throat muscle teasing my slit, and his lips pulling harder each time the base of my dick made it in his endless throat.

"Guess you came to do more than fix my air," I said he sped things up, and had me moaning.

My house was instantly cooler than what it was, and yet he provided consolation for the issue by bringing me to a pleasure point. He cranked his neck harder as he seemed to be excited by my loud moans, and I would only get louder as he had me on the edge.

"I'm ready to cum," I warned.

"You ready," he said as he stopped sucking, to begin stroking my cock. "Cum all over my tits."

We made eye contact as those hazel pupils dug into me as he jerked me with both hands.

"C'mon, shoot it," he said.

And I would, with my body jerking and shaking as strings of cum shot directly on his hairy chest. It felt like I had a gallon of sperm being released, and he felt the same, for he managed to put his mouth to my tip right before I finished. It was the hottest thing, and when I finished, he made sure to get every drop on his chest, into his mouth.

"Some damn sweet cum," he said before asking for a towel.

I'd also hand him a bottled water and thanked him for his service.

"I'll call the company to make sure we get you your options," he told me.

He buttoned up his shirt, and had me sign some paperwork before he dashed out of the door, and sped down the street.

I didn't know I needed this.