Last summer must have been the hottest on record. It was entering the hundreds as early as eight in the morning. Most people left the city for the sea and the mountains, but I was working on my thesis and had to stay home and sweat it out. Some days I didn't even go outside the door, but kept the air conditioner on high twenty four hours a day. There was hardly anybody left in my apartment block, although I could hear work going on downstairs. My neighbour was having her place restructured.

One morning I was on my way down to get essentials from the store. I live on the top floor and was annoyed to find the elevator busy. I had to wait five minutes or so which pissed me off as it was really stuffy and uncomfortable in the stairwell and yet too hot to walk down seven floors. Eventually the elevator arrived full of bricks and stuff and two workmen. I was just about to complain when my anger was considerably abated by the unexpected vision of the younger of the two guys who was built like a brick shit house himself. He looked straight off the cover of one of those health & fitness magazines and was wearing the absolute bare minimum: short pants and a torn T-shirt. I suppose he also had shoes of some sort, but my eyes were kind of fixed on the torn T-shirt and his butt as he bent over and unloaded the stuff they'd brought. I stood there feigning impatience but was really sorry when the show was over.

I hastened to the supermarket and was soon back for more. They were taking the rest of the stuff off the truck when I returned, so I stood out of sight until they were ready to load the elevator again. Strictly speaking, this wasn't permitted and I could have reported them, but after seeing Brick, as I was temporarily going to call him, I decided against it. Timing my entrance with the departure of the elevator I found that either I had to wait my turn or squeeze in with all the material and Brick. The other guy remained to finish unloading the truck. It was one of those old fashioned elevators where you have to close the doors inside manually, and there's really only adequate space for two or three people. I had to maneuver my way in and found myself crushed up against him. As I said before, the temperature was already high, and the heat of his body against mine would have normally been unbearable since he was sweating profusely.

He apologised for the inconvenience and spoke with a strong mid-European accent. I said not to worry and wished he were standing in front of me so that I could get a look at his body as well as feel its close proximity. At one point he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and I got a strong whiff of armpit and this natural gesture was both pleasing to the eye and a real turn on for my nostrils. I was at once hard at the smell of him. To be turned on by a hot sweaty hunk whose burning body was pressed up tight against mine in the confined space of an elevator, was an absolute first for me. I was so horny that I could have licked and sucked him dry at one and the same time. But we were already at the seventh floor. He was very polite and waited for me to go first which meant I had to squeeze past him again and get a few more heady whiffs and a brief bit of body contact.

I thanked him for his courtesy and climbed the one flight of stairs to my roof top apartment. I put on some cool Michael Buble and gave myself a hot hand job while listening to Sway under the shower with the sweet-salty smell of Brick still in my nostrils. Needless to say I didn't get much work done that day, or the next, as I always had one ear cocked for the sound of the elevator, hoping for another chance to imbibe his charms.

Nearly a week passed and I did something very silly and rather childish. The door downstairs was open and his T-shirt was flung over the back of a chair. I heard him talking to the other guy at the back of the apartment so, on an impulse, I picked it up and shoved it into my bag. Then I entered my flat feeling like a naughty child who has stolen an apple from a fruit vendor, although no apple could ever have smelt so sweet. I sniffed it and jacked off with it pressed to my nostrils then scuttled back down with it before he discovered it was missing.

To tell the truth, as I was wiping up my cum, I felt a perverse urge to use Brick's shirt as a towel. The thought of this gorgeous guy walking around with my cum sticking to his brick hard chest nearly gave me another hard on, but you can't disguise the smell of cum, so I thought better of the idea. Later on, however, I thought what better calling card could one leave? He would smell the cum, know it was mine, and come up and fuck the ass off me. What a jerk I was. What a wasted opportunity. Then again, he could also have come up and beat the shit out of me. That might have been nice, too, especially if he'd torn my shirt off, sucked my nipples and then fucked the ass off me. As you can see, the heat had definitely gone to my head.

Another week went by and the place seemed to be taking shape. I peeped in one day and saw Brick was in good shape too. He was using his T-shirt as a face cloth and had opened up the top of his shorts. He had his back to me, so first I got a glimpse of bubble butt cleavage and then as he turned round, a healthy hedge of pubic hair met my eyes. My tongue began to dart involuntarily from my open mouth but just as I was going to invite him up for a beer or something, the other guy came in so I went doggedly back to my thesis. That was finally taking shape too. I'd soon have time to hit the beach but knew that nothing would drag me away from Brick. Not till I'd seen what little of him still remained unseen. I'm sure I can leave you to imagine his superb to-die-for body for yourself but I do wish I had the power of words to describe the terrific combination of his physical form glistening with sweat and his big brown eyes glowing with promise. Or so I told myself. For me he exuded sex appeal from every pore.

Also, the fact that he was a hard worker and very polite and respectful, even though I was probably only about five years his senior, was also getting to me. My big chance came two and a half weeks after our first meeting. I hadn't seen him for a few days as other workers were doing other work and this included putting another door on the apartment. I came down very early one morning to try and beat the sun. It could only have been seven thirty. He was sitting at the bottom of my stairs. He didn't have a key for the new door. Naturally I invited him for coffee and told him he could also use my phone. We were together for twenty minutes waiting for the other guy to come with the key. In those vital twenty minutes I learned that his name was Mirko, he was Yugoslavian and he'd lost most of his family in the Bosnian war. His English wasn't very good but we managed to communicate and I told him to come for breakfast any time and also to come up for a beer after work. He said he'd try but he lived on the other side of town at which I wanted to ask him to spend the night but decided maybe I'd better soft pedal it for the time being. After all it had taken me nearly three weeks to get this far and I didn't want to blow it so to speak.

More days passed until I saw him working alone in the apartment. The other guy had gone off to do a repair job and had left Mirko to polish the parquet floor. The machine was huge and heavy and the sweat was fairly dripping off him. I invited him upstairs for a shower and a beer. Strike while the iron is hot so to speak. Much to my surprise he accepted at once. Before he had his shower, he told me in his limited vocabulary that he knew I wanted his body. He was not homosexual but curious to discover some sex with me as he liked me very much and did not have a girl friend at the present time. In other words he was hot and horny and ready for a fuck. He asked me politely if I'd like to undress him.

There wasn't much to undress, but I sure as hell didn't want to turn the offer down. I peeled off his wet T-shirt and drank the sweat from his wet chest and then suddenly found his tongue in my mouth and we began to lick each other hungrily as he tore my shirt off, just as in my fantasy, and started devouring my nipples which I forgot to tell you are really pretty pronounced and the only feminine part of me. He sucked them so good that I became singularly selfish for a moment and just let myself go to this sublime sensation. After a while he moved his mouth from my pecs to my pits and placed my hand on his dick. Once again I was in rapture and ready to passively surrender to his rampant masculinity, but his dick was obviously in need of some instant attention so I worked my way in there with my fingers as he worked me with his tongue. I soon found that his dick was quite a handful and wondered how I was ever going to get it in my mouth. But he was pushing me steadily down in that direction, and I didn't seem to have much choice in the matter.

I'm usually a vegetarian but this meat loaf was too good to resist. I drooled and slathered and slobbered over it and managed to get my mouth round it but wasn't really ready for the final onslaught because he rammed it right in and grabbing hold of my head began to face fuck me.

I can't tell you that I really enjoyed it as I was terrified he was going to throttle me but he must have been sexually starved for quite some time. Soon, I felt his body shudder and then I heard him cry out, and before I could say Yugoslavia, I had my mouth and face and head and shoulders full of cum. And that was the best part. It tasted so good. Then he kissed me again, jacked me off, and I shot the greatest load of my life. I was well pleased with myself, wiped both myself and him clean with his T-shirt as visions of wearing it next day and jerking off to his memory filled my head.

Except, the next day we had sex twice, and then the next day, and the next until I think I satisfied his curiosity as to what it was like to have sex with a man. We had a shower together, soaping each other up, and I got to caress his dick, his butt and his spectacular pecs. He did the same to me as if he was attending an anatomy lesson. Then we dried each other and kissed some more. I lent him one of my T-shirts and sent him back to work where he finished early because the other guy didn't come back. So, I prepared dinner and he finally got his beer and we sucked and fucked some more and I eventually managed to get his mammoth member inside me. Of course, once it was in I couldn't get enough of it, and my butt felt like melted butter after he'd finished with me and so on and so forth. Everything seemed to go on and on, as one fuck seemed to lead to another, and we never seemed to get tired of each other's bodies or finding new positions for me to play host to his member. In between he would go to work, then pretend to go home and arrive early in the morning. But in fact he stayed every night, I made him a meal, and he made a meal out of me.

This went on for five nights and we tried every variation on a theme except one. On the fifth night he nestled up to me in bed and said, "I want to know how it is to be fucked."

I'd half been expecting this but only half. "You told me you're not gay." I said.

"I also tell you I am curious," he said. "I want to feel you inside me." So without another word, I went down on him, sucked his balls real good and titillated his ass tissue with the tip of my tongue. As he agitated his butt, I thrust the whole thing in as far as it would go. I know we have lube and all that now, but I still like to do things manually. Or in this case lingually, so I licked him to the verge of ecstasy and then told him that if he wanted my prick in the middle of his rose bush he had to go down on me. ' Go down on you?' he said incredulously.

"Stick my dick in your mouth and suck.' I said crudely, ' Make it nice and wet.'

We had a few teething problems at the beginning, but eventually he did great. I told him he had to suck it off, not bite it off, and he laughed. He soon got the idea and my dick began to slither happily about in his moist mouth. It felt so good giving him intimate instructions when only three weeks ago he'd been a perfect stranger. Now he was turning into a perfect lover. I worked his ass with my fingers. His butt opening was so soft and vulnerable in contrast with his stone hard ass and body. It was like a sea urchin buried in the crevice of a rock. It fluttered as I entered, and he let out slow ecstatic moans begging me to penetrate further. So I did. He took to it like a duck to water and urged me on. I stopped being afraid I'd hurt him, and just rode his ass like a jockey trying to win the Grand National or something. I laid it on to him and it was like riding the wind, it was so fucking great. We rose and fell and dipped together. I fucked the shit out of him with my dick, and he fucked the shit out of me with his ass. I soon discovered that the nearer he found himself to ejaculating and the more excitement we produced between us, the more he wanted to contain himself and withhold himself from coming till the last possible instant. So I tried to hold back too, but it was hellish difficult as he was making me so darn hot with his butt thrusts.

Finally I felt his body shudder beneath me. My dick began to shudder too, so I gave him one more massive lunge, penetrating his ass to the hilt, and we came thundering home together. He let out a cry that was almost a cheer and shot his load clear across the room. Then he put his cum covered fingers to my lips and said something tender in his own language that I didn't understand. Immediately afterwards he started to kiss me and there were tears in his eyes. It really was the most moving experience because he'd made my ass so fucking happy these past few days, and now it seemed I'd done the same for him. My dick wasn't nearly as big as his, but from the joy I saw on his face, I understood I'd given him untold pleasure. It was a great feeling. Made me feel like some hot buck. I'd made a lot of guys happy in my time and vice versa, but this was the first time I reduced anyone to tears. He didn't go home that night either, and all through that long hot summer we fucked like rabbits. I finished my thesis in record time and had such a feeling of achievement. He was working one floor below me and I was working one floor above. Every evening I knew he was coming home to me, and every night I made it worth his while. Eventually the apartment was finished and he moved on, but we still get together as often as we can. From time to time I feel a little paranoia sweep over me as I wonder if he's doing it with some other guy but he continues to tell me he's "not homosexual." The trouble is he also told me that he was very curious, and I can't help wondering how long it's going to be before curiosity kills the cat.