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The Furnace Guy The doorbell rang and my wife yelled down to me to answer it. It was the furnace guy I had called for yesterday when the fan had stopped working on one of the coldest days of the year. I opened the door and let him in commenting on how busy he must have been during this cold snap. He laughed and said the company could use a half dozen more guys to keep up with the calls. As I watched him slip off his boots I thought to myself that I knew him from somewhere. He caught me checking him out and gave me a smile as he gathered a toolbox and a flashlight from the floor. My mind was racing to figure out where I knew him from, but I could not place it. I led him downstairs to the furnace room while making more idle talk about the bitter cold snap we were having. He mentioned a power outage at his home and the overtime he was putting in and then asked about what had gone wrong with the furnace. The room was quite hot, in contrast to the rest of the house, and I explained that the fan seemed to be switching on and off, mostly off, as the rest of the place was freezing. I joked about my wife being in her winter coat under a blanket upstairs while this room was a sauna. He quickly put down the toolbox and cracked it open fishing out a screwdriver. He opened the furnace cover and began to tinker. The sweat began to drip down his face and he stood up and removed his coat and the work vest underneath it. I took each from him and hung them on a hook in the corner. He was now in a uniform coverall and that feeling that I knew him flashed over me again. I took note of the outlines in his coveralls. He was about 6’ tall and very muscular. I noticed especially how the fabric stretched over his huge thighs accentuating everything. I was getting turned on by this husky workman and checked out his package as he squatted down to get at the furnace. His bulge was hard not to notice in the tightly stretched material of coveralls. I made more small talk as I stole glances at his ample package. I made mention of his build and he laughed telling me that it was all genetics, didn’t really work out and the only things he used at the gym were the sauna, steamroom and showers. As soon as he said that my mind jarred and I remembered where I knew him from. I had seen him in the gym a few weeks ago. He had indeed been sitting in the steam room and from what I now clearly recalled, he had been showing an ample endowment under his towel. I had vivid recollections of him spreading his legs extra wide and hiking his towel up nonchalantly as he played with his nutsac and stretched on his package and leant back on the bench. I had wondered then if he was just showing off as some guys do, or if he was looking to play as other guys in the steam room often did. As my wife’s interest in sex had all but disappeared I had become curious about sex with a guy as a way to feed my urges. I had seen guys nodding glances and subtle and not so subtle moves in the sauna and steam rooms but had only fantasized about joining in sometime. My heart raced as I thought about this guy here in front of me – he might be interested and this might be my best chance. I joked with him about what notions someone might get from a guy who only did saunas and showers seeing if led anywhere. He glanced up from his squat postion and laughed again. He said he’d had no problems with that so far. He focused back on the fan motor and started cursing under his breath. He was struggling with a bolt that kept the belt in place. Sweat poured down as he tried to force it – but it wouldn’t bulge. I told him I had some penetrating oil and a crowbar that might help and ran to get them. He yelled after me that it was ok, he had some WD-40, but I was on a mission. Running back in I shivered at the change in temp and closed the furnace room door. I slipped down and sprayed oil all over the belt housing and told him I would hold the crowbar as He tried to lever the bolt loose. I was kneeling and turned to put my face right into his groin. I could smell a mix of soap and fresh sweat along with that musky smell that only sweating balls can make. I could feel his ample bulge and even though it was unintentional I decided to keep my face there and see what he did. He surprised me by moving in even closer so that I could feel the outline of his cock on my face. As he struggled to free the bolt he leaned harder and I was pretty sure it was intentional. I did not move back and let his groin move further into my face. I couldn’t be totally sure but I thought I felt his cock stir and his bulge grow. Suddenly the bolt gave way and he slid right up against me. I jerked back and he apologized. I just laughed and moved right back. He quickly took off the bolt and moved back to get to his tool box. He commented on the heat in the room and wiped his face with a rag. After wiping off his neck he slowly pulled down the zipper on his coveralls revealing a hairy chest shining with sweat. He continued to unzip until it reached a point where I could tell he was not wearing anything else underneath. My heart was pounding at this point – and my cock was fully hard and throbbing. My mind raced through the possibility that this hunk was interested in something I had only fantasized about. Not knowing where to proceed I just squatted where I was- like a deer caught in the headlights. He told me I didn’t need to hold the belt tight anymore and as he reached over to get the crowbar his arm brushed by my throbbing cock. He let it linger a little longer than an accidental brush and I was now sure of his intentions. I looked up into his face and reached a hand into his open coveralls and released his cock so that it was lined up with my eager open mouth. He moaned as I slowly wrapped my tongue around his foreskin and then he grabbed my head and gently urged me further down his cock. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I had never sucked a cock before and the sensation of the smooth skin and the growing hardness of his cock was better than I had imagined. He urged me to take more and called me his cock-sucking bitch. This made me even hotter and I swallowed as much as I could. His cock was so thick that it filled my mouth and throat and I realized I couldn’t breathe. I gagged and choked as he held his cock deep down my throat until he finally released it and told me to relax. I licked his balls as I watched my spit drip down his thick-veined shaft. His cockhead was now fully visible, somewhere between purple and red in contrast to his pale shaft. It was dripping a mixture of my spit and his precum. I eagerly moved in to lick off the precum and try to engulf that monster cock once more. He lightly grabbed the back of my head and told me to remember to breathe this time. He guided my head down over his pulsing cock and I tried to relax and took a deep breath. He continued to guide his meat down my throat until I could actually feel the head moving in my throat. His low hanging hairy nutsac was bouncing off my chin and his trimmed pubes were tickling my nose. Somehow I was breathing, I guess nature took over and although I still felt that urge to gag and spit up, I was able to supress it and began to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding up and down my throat. I loved the feeling of power and lust as I knew I could make this man release his seed in me. I wanted to hear him moan as he shot his load deep into me. All too soon I felt his cock tense more and grow a little in my mouth and I knew he was going to cum. I had never had a cock in my mouth before and yet I somehow knew that this cock had reached the point of no return. He stopped pumping his cock and arched back as he let out a loud scream and I felt his cock twitch and pulse. His first shot was something I sensed but really did not feel. At that point I heard my wife yell down- asking if everything was ok as she had heard something. Panic sunk in and I pulled back to release his cock and answer her. I coughed, cleared my throat and yelled up that I had hit my hand with a wrench but would be ok. At the same time my hunky furnace guy continued to shoot his hot load and it was all over the place. In my hair, over my face, down the front of my shirt. I thought loads like that were only in porn vids not real, but here I was covered in his spunk. He leaned back and milked the last few drops from his cock , reached over and tossed me the rag he had used to wipe his sweat off earlier. I quickly wiped my face, and moved over to clean his cock telling him I had not had the chance to taste him and wanted to savour his last few drops. He let me lick his cockhead but as I tried to swallow him again he pulled back. I thought maybe I had done a poor job and was going to apologize when he apologized . He told me that due to the backlog of calls he had to get on with the job as others were expecting him. He snapped on the fan belt and it broke in two. Here’s the problem. Fortunately I have a replacement, it’s a common model. He opened the bottom section of the tool box, pulled out a new belt and looked back at me. You had better clean up and see to your wife he said as he continued to install the new belt. He glanced back at me, smiled, and asked if it was ok to come back next week to check on the job he had done. He would schedule a long appoinment to make sure everything was in good working order.