Thermostat Set to Arousing
I reside in an exceptional area that has both hot and cold temperatures.
To the west of me is the beach and its almost tropical heat. To the east lies the icy, often snowy mountains. It can be scorching during the day and freezing at night.
Consequently, the houses in this region must have a highly efficient heating and cooling system.
Anyone who's experienced living in a warm climate fully comprehends the discomfort one goes through when their HVAC system malfunctions in the midst of summer's unbearable heat. Some individuals have even resorted to sticking their heads in a freezer for a moment's relief. Additionally, it appears that HVAC systems typically fail when there's a shortage of repairmen or when there's an abundance of work.
To avoid this, every spring I request the professionals to come to my home before the weather gets overly warm to perform a spring check-up on my HVAC system. They examine the inner workings, replacing the air filter, checking the thermostat, and test the coolant pressure in the system. They also evaluate the start-up capacitor and remove the outer casing on the exterior unit to clean the cooling blades and remove the leaves that accumulate within.
During one such service visit, I encountered the young, alluring HVAC technician.
I was seated on the front porch when he arrived in the business vehicle. They had notified me in advance that he was coming, so I'd put away my computer, filled with gigabytes of porn, to welcome him. As soon as he stepped out of his vehicle, I knew I desired to have sex with him.
I never learned his name, which is unfortunate since I can't inquire about him for future visits, if I require one. I recall that he was around 5-11 or 6 feet tall and weighed approximately 180 pounds. He had short, strawberry blonde hair and I noticed a few freckles on his cheeks and nose. Additionally, I remember a small mustache and beard, and an attractive butt size for such a powerful man. He informed me that he was twenty years old and had been working in this profession for a year, aiming to save money to eventually move out of his parents' house and purchase a property.
He was also an enthusiast of hunting dogs, a detail that reinforced my suspicions that he resided in the more rural part of our county where the males enjoy hunting birds, fishing for bass in lakes, and trout in streams, driving pickup trucks, and drinking inexpensive American beer. While these interests don't particularly reflect my way of life, this 20-year-old was an exceptional exception.
I can't describe why. This guy had a certain rugged charm that captivated me. Not to mention his muscular physique, which was quite appealing. I imagined him playing as a linebacker or competing in a lumberjack competition.
I welcomed him inside and guided him to the indoor unit, followed by the intake grate and the thermostat. While he was working, we chatted. His tone and language demonstrated his country origin. I fantasized about him gathering with his friends around a campfire, drinking beer, and having a good time until late at night. I wondered if their good times included lewd activities. You must keep an open mind about these country boys. They appear to be completely straight, but many of them are willing to engage in activities that involve someone else's butt or accept oral sex.
He began discussing his dogs and how he didn't want to "hunt" them. This innocuous comment led to a conversation about his dream to leave his parents' house and acquire his own apartment. He mentioned a female, but didn't indicate whether she was a girlfriend or a roommate; nevertheless, I got the impression that he would need one to cover the rental costs. He continued sharing some bizarre occurrences he had experienced as an HVAC technician during home visits. At one point, he recalled a visit where the homeowner, a woman, opened the door naked.
"Well? Did you accept her offer?" I inquired slyly.
He chuckled and replied with a shake of his head. "I needed a good blowjob that day, but I was running late for my subsequent appointment, so I focused on repairing her AC instead."
I detected an opportunity and utilized it. "How are your appointments faring today?" I chuckled.
He chuckled back. "Not so terrible today. I don't have anything else scheduled till 3 p.m. this afternoon."
I raised an eyebrow and nodded. There was ample time for some private activities. Thus, I stated, "Please don't become agitated or hostile or anything, but if you were still in the mood for that blowjob, I could facilitate it for you."
He carried on working and nodded at me extensively. "Got it," he said, neither smiling nor frowning. It's always tricky to predict how someone will react when you extend an invitation similar to that. I have had some either puff up and prepare to fight me, whereas others seemed excited about the proposition. I hoped this individual would belong to the latter group and when he finally provided his reply, he did not let me down.
"I don't think the boss would take too kindly to that, you know."
"True, but does that matter?"
He half-nodded, identifying the validity in that argument even if he didn't fully support it. He remained silent, and his reaction could have led to multiple interpretations. With my intention on pushing the boundaries further, I observed someone elongate and harden while inspecting the AC system. I relieved him of some debts by tenderly stroking his lower region and stated, "I'd love to have that colossal appendage in my orifice."
He gawked at me, dumbfounded like a country boy, and continued pondering. My petting grew firmer, and while his eyes were focused on my hand, a damp spot became visible at the apex of his crotch. I decided to proceed despite the potential of either a climax or a scuffle. Retrieving the fastening at his waist, I freed his pants, and his sizable member and meaty orbs came into view. He had no hair on his face, but his genitalia was joined by a trimmed pubic mat.
I cradled his rod with one hand and felt its warm, slightly tacky texture. I raised it to my nostrils, inhaling the robust fragrance of a man. I planned to obtain those boxers. I adore the aroma of saturated undergarments. Mmmm... mmmm! I deftly slid my other hand upwards and untangled the waistband from his shorts, maneuvering his pants to the base of his feet. They revealed dangling, hefty testicles that swung within a cavernous scrotal pouch.
I collected his member and gently fondled him for a moment. His dick stiffened and filled out, and I could tell the leakage on its tip was prostate fluid. I swabbed my index finger with this treasured essence, like delicately contemplating the viscosity of a flower's nectar, and shoved this into my mouth. The flavor possessed a rich, savory, meaty essence. My tongue demanded more of this flavor, so I parted my lips and eagerly licked the underside of his shaft.
He hovered in this uncertain position, mired in his thoughts as he watched waves of heat ripple through the air, his member visibly swelling and pulling taut. I gratified his amplifying manhood by blissfully wagging my tongue. Might he grant me his underwear? Their hectic odor holds great appeal for me. Mmmm... mmmm! His ball sac's heat was equally intriguing, what with its sticky semblance, as if embellished with sexual honey. I licked my fingers for a second attempt as the aroma had vanished. The fervor of his sex, however, remained undetectable in my taste.
As I approached his juicy region with my mouth, he gradually bent his knees lower to accommodate my whims. The itchiness of his crevice intensified, and as his substantial hooded friend swelled upward, I could taste a pungent culmination of hormones and sexual effusions. As I moved from his bedraggled thighs, I devoured his crack for some extra agitation. Although no hair covered his legs, I regretted his clean-shaven pubes. A man who sports a manly, bushy pubic patch is more enticing, but in this matter was not the current option.
I rested my face under his genitals, wrapping my hips around his hips to unsheathe his thighs further. These areas simply ignited with additional warmth and did little to hinder me. His slippery, heavy scrotum had my tongue lapping indecorously between his buttocks and thigh. I even delved into his sweaty skin between his legs, flickering my tongue to savour the saucy phenomenon of his pheromonal flavor.
I heard the sharp inhales and exhales of his breath getting louder. It was clear he was getting more excited. A glance at his crotch confirmed my suspicions - his dick was standing out from his body like a trimmed tree branch, thick and sturdy. The head was wide with a big, flaring lip around the rim. Another drop of sticky fluid had gathered at the tip, and I hungrily licked it up, enjoying the taste and allowing it to coat my tongue and teeth with a gluey lubricant. As my hand cupped his testicles, I slid the head of his cock into my mouth. I traced my tongue along the rim and under the shaft, and when I did that, he let out a soft whimper of pleasure. At that moment, I knew I had him under my control and could do as I wished...well, almost.
I started stroking his cock. I teased his slit with my tongue, then glided it under the ridge of the mushroom cap, focusing on the bottom where the two halves of the cap joined. Then it was along the underside of the shaft, then the tops, and eventually the sides. All the while, I was gently massaging his balls with my fingers - I knew some guys could be more sensitive down there.
He was whimpering like a lost puppy by the time I moved on to the real deal. I began sliding up and down on his dick, which had grown hard as a steel pole, almost like a rebar. I was trying hard to keep my teeth from snagging on his tender skin, sometimes sucking over the tips of my teeth to prevent any discomfort. His balls bounced against my chin.
He eventually placed his hand on the back of my head, urging me down on his cock. This was generally the time when my nose would get buried in the guy's pubes, but this guy was cleanly shaven, leaving me with just some stubble against my face. Still, I could smell the sweat and musky scent of his glands, making my own cock swell against my shorts. I tried to swallow my saliva, struggling to avoid making a spit-drenched mess, but it was impossible and dribbles of it were leaking out of the corners of my mouth.
I let my other hand rub his taint and probe the crack of his ass. This is the point when some guys draw the line, especially if they're straight. The idea of anything entering their bottom is a massive turnoff for them. That's why I wait until they're completely aroused, like the teenage HVAC guy. I caressed the small wrinkly hole with my fingertip while pressing his dick to the back of my throat. He didn't seem to mind, and I even considered spitting on my finger to try and fuck his ass, but I didn't want to push my luck too much.
His fingers on my head became more forceful. He was now trying to force me further onto his cock. I braced myself, preparing for the second his balls would slam into my chin. I could taste my own spit in my mouth, which usually turned me off, but I was determined to make this unforgettable for him.
He placed his other hand on my head also, making sure he now had a firm grip on me. He was trying to shove his cock deeper into my throat with each forward stroke. I knelt there, moving my tongue around his shaft, as fast as I could, to increase the friction. His ass cheeks clenched against my finger, and his balls were banging against my chin now.
"Oh God, I'm cumming!" he said, shoving his dick harder. I gasped and snorted some air through my nose to allow me to breathe, and I resumed sucking as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper. His ass muscles squeezed my finger, and he thrust into me, allowing my hand to finger-fuck him. His ass relaxed around my finger, unclenching slightly, and I jarred his finger-fucking motion, sliding my finger in and out of his rectum. Just before he climaxed, I clamped his dick in my throat, relishing the sensation.
His final breaths were like gasps, and a second later, his hand was gone from my head, and his hips were thrusting violently into me. He was trying to shove as much cum as possible into me, but his cock had reached his usual, sticking-out position, now pointing almost straight up. I felt a messy load of his seed coat my throat and mouth. He spread his legs wide, driving his dick even deeper. My finger slid in and out of his ass so fast, I was almost finger-fucking him. He laid back, still thrusting his hips, a groan escaping him with every thrust. His ass relaxed around my finger and his balls ceased banging into me.
I extracted his cock from my mouth, sucking ardently on the tip to extract his juices. His hands reached for my cheeks and pulled me up into a kiss.
"You're talented," he managed to whisper between gasps for air.
I smiled. "I know, and you're gorgeous."
He let go of my head and I boldly gazed at him. His eyes seemed foggy and out of focus, yet there was a hint of a smile lingering on his lips. I knew in that instant that he had just experienced the finest blowjob of his youthful days.
His penis had lost its rigidity. I completed the act and cleansed it thoroughly, also giving his nuts a slight rub. I couldn't help but wish he'd kept his hair down below, but alas, I couldn't get everything I dreamed of. As I gazed back at him, he offered me a faux disapproving glance, followed by a gesture towards his groin.
Still holding a fingertip within him, I laughed and slowly removed it, allowing him to pull up his shorts and reorganize everything.
"This is undoubtedly the most peculiar service call I've ever attended to," he noted, returning to his job. I found my feet, strode into the restroom, and cleaned my hands. His flavor remained in my mouth. I thought about scrubbing my teeth clean but ultimately decided against it. Instead, I intended to relish his taste for as long as possible.
Upon returning, he was wrapping up the job. He retrieved his equipment from the van and brought it inside, then approached me to present the invoice.
As I transferred the funds to his employer, he pointed out, "You may want to have that thermostat checked out later on. The buttons felt a tad awkward." After a brief pause, his face reddened slightly, and he sheepishly added, "If you'd like, I could take care of that for you. Just ask for Kevin."
A week had passed, and that's precisely what I did!
