Maintenance Man by Barringer

This is an erotic account of what happened to me some months back. It's basically true although I've turned the heat up here and there and embellished it a bit. It's the kind of Die Hard adventure story in which you usually find some guy like Bruce Willis playing a major part. My guy was called Drew and at one point he had me so hot and horny as he drew his dick in and out of my ass that I thought I might very well die hard myself and arrive in heaven with a boner.

I've given you the bottom line so to speak just to keep your interest going because as often happens when you're just getting to know someone our story took a little while getting off the ground. Even though we were in an elevator at the time.

Drew was responsible for the maintenance of an old warehouse in a developing area that had once been dockland. I'd bought myself a loft which covered the entire top floor and had a stupendous view. Of course they were still renovating the building but I couldn't wait that long and moved in early. I had one of those cranky service lifts. The kind that goes straight into your apartment and has a shutter front. I'd always wanted one of those. That and a spiral staircase. I got both.

Actually it was the service lift that drew us together. I'd been having problems with it for quite some time and Drew had warned me that if I didn't watch out I'd get stuck in it one day. That well and truly happened late one evening when I was on my way to a swanky party and was all tuxed up. Fortunately I had my mobile with me and Drew's emergency number so I called him. He came and managed to get the thing going from the ground floor but it got stuck again thirty feet below my loft. We had quite a friendly conversation on the phone and he told me not to worry. He'd go up the fire escape outside the building and climb down to rescue me. This all sounded highly exciting -- even romantic -- but rather dangerous and I wasn't exactly dressed appropriately for scaling heights.

Anyway, in less than twenty minutes, I heard him scuttling about overhead and breathed a sigh of relief. In the meantime I'd taken off my tux and folded it neatly in the corner of the lift. I was baking in there.

It was nice to see his friendly familiar face shining in the flashlight. He was a good looking, lithe little guy, not exactly my type but then again not somebody I would kick out of bed either. If I ever got the chance.

He said there was probably some kind of short circuit but it was too dark and he couldn't see properly to fix it. He needed me to hold the torch. He said he was going to shin down the cable. Maybe we could fix it from inside. He had all kinds of tools hanging from his waist when he arrived. And one in particular that was prominently dangling between his legs. And it wasn't his torch either. Obviously he didn't believe in underwear.

He flashed his torch and also flashed me a welcome smile. By now I was beginning to feel like a caged animal. And a half naked one at that. This fact didn't go unnoticed and he gave my body an appreciative glance. I was pretty taken with his too. He was half in and half out of his dungarees and sweating profusely. So was I. My shorts were damp around the crotch and I knew the shape of my dick was clearly visible through the thin material. It's amazing how much we horny homos can take in at the bat of an eyelid, the blink of an eye. We miss nothing. Everything registered for future reference. A split second sexual snapshot.

"I should have brought us some water, he said. "It's hot as hell in here."

He handed me the torch and between us we tried to get the lift working again. No way.

"I wasn't that hopeful," he said slipping out of his overall. "Still I thought it was worth a try."

I took off my singlet and wiped my sweaty brow and my teeming armpits.

"I haven't got any water," I said. "But I've got some champagne."

"Better not," he replied. "We'll need clear heads for climbing. Think you can make it?"

I looked up. Besides looking pretty dark it also looked pretty far. And way out of my reach.

"Give me a while and I'll pluck up some courage," I said.

He switched off the torch and we sat in the dark listening to each other's breathing. I was very conscious of his hot lithe frame only inches away from my sweat-drenched body. Sex has very sensitive antenna and I think he picked up my vibes because he started talking about my muscles.

"You shouldn't find it too difficult to climb up there. You look like you work out a lot," he said.

"Two or three times a week," I said, wondering if I dare reach out and touch him.

"I do a lot of swimming myself," he said. "I find going to the gym boring. A real drag."

"It is," I said. "But it keeps you in shape."

"So does fucking," he said. "I do a lot of that too."

"Men or women?" I heard myself ask him.

The darkness had given me courage and I knew the unsaid was about to be said. In fact I had the strangest feeling we were both in a darkroom in a downtown gay bar and would soon be having hot, steamy sex together. The temperature was rising all the time and so was my dick. It was so darn hot. I could almost hear the sweat dripping off of him. In fact he stank to high heaven but the sweet sour smell of him was potent as hell and it was sending my senses reeling.

"Depends," he said. "What about you?"

"I'd like to now," I said. "But it's so fucking hot."

"That's what's making me horny," he said. "That and the sight of your six-pack just now."

And with that he stretched out his hand and slid his way down the front of me like a blind man who knew exactly where he was going. Slowly but surely his firm hot fingers followed the path of my ab-track until they arrived at their horny destination. I lay back on my neatly folded tux so he could work my shorts down my legs and his mouth round my dick.

"Looks like we're going to have to drink from each other's dicks until we get some water," he said.

"Or champagne," I added as I searched his dick out.

It was already there awaiting my touch, its mushroom head beckoning like a beacon in the dark. And it was big. As I opened my mouth to swallow it, I found myself asking myself why guys of modest stature have the most immodest dicks. Then I stopped asking and drank from his delicious well. He was naturally doing likewise from mine and it felt so darn good grovelling around on that lift floor sucking away on each other's big dicks instead of wasting time and words on small talk.

"Don't get me too excited," he said eventually. "I want to fuck you."

"I want to fuck you too." I growled, licking his dick and licking my chops at the same time.

The combination of sweat and pre-cum was a real aphrodisiac.

"We'll have to toss for it," he laughed.

Meanwhile his fingers were seeking out my ass like tendrils and working their way up my sweaty passage. God, it felt good. I forgot all about being trapped in a lift. I gave in and gave way.

"You win," I said. "Forget the lift. Give my ass some maintenance. It's in dire need of an overhaul."

"You betcha," he said and was in me and up me.

He sure as hell gave my ass a lift I can tell you. Made a hell of a lot of noise too as he slurped in and out of me and almost gave that cranky old lift a jump start. His dick was fat in all the right places and made me feel like I had a whole row of love buttons. I hollered in happy disbelief as he found nooks and crannies in my love zone that had previously remained unexplored and uncelebrated.

"Wow," I chugged like an overheated engine, which indeed I was. "Wow, wow, wow!"

A bit repetitive I admit but so were his thrusts and he made my dick delirious and dizzy as he jerked me to a climax with the steady piston of his fist. We had to use my shorts to wipe up the fall out.

"Ready to go climbing?" he asked.

"Ready for some champagne," I said and we opened the bottle.

It was warm and it was potent and mingled with the foam that was surging out of our bodies as we popped each other's corks. It also sent us right to sleep. We woke up lying on the bed we had made for ourselves on my precious tuxedo, the first rays of light penetrating our love cage. We could see and admire each other now. My eyes lingered on his tight taut frame, his beautiful butt and his fat sausage of a dick and he passed his hands lovingly over my six-pack and kissed me.

"That sure was some hot night," he said. "Listen I've an idea. How's about I shin up the cable and make a rope out of bed sheets and pull you up that way? I should have thought of that before."

He smiled a wicked smile. "Actually I did think of it before but that would have ruined everything."

So that's how I got home. Climbing butt naked up the bed sheets like some prince (or princess ) in an adult fairy tale. All the while terrified I was going to fall. But Drew encouraged me every inch of the way. Just as he did later when I was fucking the ass off him.

"Use your dick as an antenna," he laughed. "Don't worry, if you fall you'll land on top of the lift. Pretend you're on the ropes in the gym. Just keep on coming. I'm up here waiting for more."

Eventually I did fall. But on top of him. In a happy heap. As soon as I got to the top.

We started messing around again. I tried to fuck him but he said we'd better have a shower first otherwise we'd slither off each other. So I fucked him in the shower. That was pretty slithery too.

It was great to see his luscious dick by the light of day and run my hands down the smoothness of his body and rub my nose in his navel and kiss his balls. And I'm happy to say his ass was a perfect fit for my dick. He had one of the best butts I'd ever seen -- or felt -- and I gave him one of the best fucks I've ever given any one. Partly out of gratitude for rescuing me and partly on account of the great reception he gave my dick once I got it inside him. There's nothing more erotic and exciting than a tight butt oozing itself open as you work your way in. And a guy hissing like a horny snake while you're doing so. Especially when he gives you endless words of encouragement.

"God you're good," he moaned appreciatively as I buttered his butt and toasted it too. "Fuck man, you pack as much fucking muscle into your dick as your six-pack."

And he heaved his ass and hissed for more. I intensified my attack and was suitably rewarded.

"Geezz, that really hit the spot... wow... fuck meeee... wow, that feels great... fuuuck... fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Spurred on by his cries, I kept the pace up for quite some time until his 'fucks' faded into oblivion and I had his ass and dick licking out of my hand. I'm proud to say I can stay hard as a scythe for a really long time and I let his ass reap the full benefit. He sounded like one of those old gramophone records when the needle gets stuck in the groove. I really got stuck into his groove too and surprised myself with my own prowess. And staying power. His wows, appreciative grunts and moans, and bouncing insatiable butt turned me on so much that I eventually exploded like a firecracker inside him. But only after his butt had begun to beg for mercy.

"God," he cried. "I thought you were never going to cum. It's me that's going to need maintenance. You've beaten my butt to a pulp. Holy cow. Wow!"

Later we had breakfast and Drew called in what he called 'extra reinforcements' to fix the lift.

They duly came and duly left but not before giving us several cursory glances as they sniffed the air and handed me my once immaculate tuxedo Everything stank of sweat, spunk and stale champagne.

Drew and I found ourselves confronted with another little problem of maintenance.

How to keep a straight face.

We didn't have any problems keeping that other part of our anatomy straight however and, as I said at the beginning of this story, several times I thought I was going to die hard and go to heaven.

Fortunately I'm still alive to tell the tale.

Hope it gave you a lift and that you'll be cummin back for more.