The Dominican Technician Who Left Me Speechless

The unit had been acting up all summer. Every time I switched it on, a thin thread of water would run down the outside facade and end up on the sidewalk, soaking anyone who happened to pass underneath and leaving a dark stain on the wall that the neighbors had already pointed out to me twice. I took it calmly until the building manager sent me an official notice, and then I had no choice but to call an HVAC company. They confirmed the visit for Friday morning and told me two technicians would come, because the model was old and access to the balcony required a two-man job.

They arrived at ten fifteen. Adrián came in first: Dominican, early twenties, with that open smile of someone who knows he makes a good impression and doesn’t think much of it. Dark skin, very short hair with tight little curls, and a company T-shirt that fit him a size too small. His arms were muscular, not from the gym but from work: broad shoulders, defined biceps, big hands with the knuckles a little scraped from so much time handling tools. Behind him came Sebastián, Chilean, a few years older, with a soft voice and measured gestures that, from the very first handshake, felt familiar to me in a way it took me a moment to identify.

I led them to the bedroom, where the indoor unit was, and explained the dripping. Adrián examined the exterior panel from the balcony while Sebastián opened the casing of the indoor unit with a screwdriver and asked me questions about when the problem had started and whether any previous technician had touched anything. I answered as best I could and let them work, though I didn’t go very far.

I’m gay, and it’s not something I hide or announce: it’s simply there, in the photos in the living room, in the books on the shelf, in the apartment decor. When I came back into the bedroom with three glasses of ice water, the two of them were silent and focused on their work, neither of them seeming surprised or uncomfortable by anything they’d seen in the apartment. Adrián took the glass without looking at it, his eyes fixed on something inside the unit, and thanked me in a completely neutral tone. Or so I thought.

It was about ten minutes later, when the heat started to become impossible to ignore, that they took off their T-shirts. It was mid-July and the bedroom faced south: at that hour, with the sun pouring in directly, the temperature in that room was unbearable. Sebastián did it first, practically, and folded the shirt over the chair. Adrián pulled his over his head and let it drop to the floor without a second thought, without looking at it.

I stayed in the doorway longer than necessary. Adrián had a smooth chest, no hair, shining with sweat, with a line running down from his navel and disappearing beneath the edge of his work pants. Sebastián had some chest hair and an old scar on his left side that I didn’t ask him about. Both of them kept working, but something in the room had changed: a new awareness, still slight, like when the air before a storm starts to feel heavier in a different way.

Adrián was the first to do something with that awareness. It wasn’t a quick glance, but something more deliberate: he looked me up and down once, and paused for a full second on the bulge showing in my pants before going back to his task without saying anything. I had an erection that was no longer possible to ignore, my cock hard and throbbing against the fabric, and the pants were not helping. Sebastián looked up from the unit for a moment, glanced down at my fly, and smiled toward the wall.

My God, I thought.

Adrián wiped his hands on the rag in his back pocket and turned fully toward me, leaning his hip against the balcony frame with his arms crossed. The bulge in his own work pants was already unmistakable: a thick, long shape pressing sideways until almost the hip bone.

—Problem solved —he said—. It was the condensate pump. It’s been clogged for a while. —Good —I answered, and my voice came out rougher than I intended.

Sebastián closed the unit casing and stood up. Then he ran an open hand slowly over the front of his pants, gripping his cock through the fabric and squeezing it once without the slightest attempt to hide it, and stood still, looking at me from the other side of the bed.

—Want us to take it out for you? —he asked, in the same soft voice he’d used to ask me about the previous technician.

No more was needed.

I went over to Adrián. He didn’t move: he let me come up to him, and when I lifted my hand to touch his chest, he pressed himself into my palm as if he’d been waiting for it since they rang the intercom. His skin was hot and firm, and his heart was beating fast even though his expression was still calm, almost amused. I traced my fingers over his sternum, slowly, down his flat stomach to the edge of his pants, and he lowered his eyes to watch my hand. I unbuttoned him, pulled down the zipper, and slipped my hand into his underwear. His cock was already hard, thick, hot, the tip wet with precum that stuck to my fingers. When I took it out, it bent upward under its own weight: long, dark, veined along the shaft, with a glans that was a lighter pink, shiny, taut.

—Suck me —Adrián said quietly, and it wasn’t an aggressive command but a calm invitation.

I knelt on the balcony floor between his work boots and took him into my mouth in one go, as far as I could. I felt him hit the back of my throat and choked for a second before finding the rhythm. I started sucking him slowly, drawing my lips along the full length, pulling back to lick his balls —they were heavy, hanging in the tight skin of his half-lowered pants— and then taking him all the way again. Adrián put one big hand on the back of my neck, not pushing, just guiding, marking the cadence with his open palm. I could hear him breathing harder above me, a low, rough sound coming from his chest.

—Like that, papi, like that —he murmured—. Look at me while you suck my cock.

I lifted my eyes without taking him out of my mouth. He held my gaze with that same assessing expression he always had, now with a different glint in it, and his hips started moving on their own against my face, fucking my mouth in small thrusts that made me swallow.

Sebastián had unbuttoned his pants in the meantime. I saw him out of the corner of my eye coming closer, naked, his cock already hard and out in the open: it wasn’t as thick as Adrián’s but it was longer, slightly curved upward, with a fat bead of fluid hanging from the tip. He grabbed it with his hand and crouched beside me.

—Let me have a taste too —he said to Adrián.

Adrián withdrew and Sebastián took his place with his mouth without breaking eye contact with me, swallowing that Dominican cock whole with a technique that clearly came from years of practice. I took the chance to pull my pants all the way down and get naked too, and I grabbed Sebastián’s cock from below while he sucked. The three of us stripped like that, unhurried, in that overheated bedroom, with the hallway fan humming in the background and the sun slanting in through the balcony.

We moved to the bed. Sebastián lay on his back, legs spread, his cock dripping against his stomach and an expression that said he knew exactly what he wanted.

—Fuck me first —he told me directly, without beating around the bush—. Put it in all the way.

He was a bottom and it showed in the way he settled in: he drew his knees up to his chest, spread his ass with both hands, and showed me the pink hole, tight, already lubricated inside with saliva and the precum that had dripped out. I took lube from the nightstand, squeezed a good amount onto my cock and another onto my fingers, and slipped one finger in first and then two, turning them slowly inside him. Sebastián moaned for real for the first time, a long moan, and arched his hips into my hand.

—Put it in already, fuck —he panted—. No need for more.

I positioned myself between his legs and pressed the tip against his hole. I pushed slowly and entered in one smooth motion until I was buried all the way in. His ass was hot, tight, and it held my cock like a glove. While I settled into him, Adrián climbed onto the bed from the other side and offered his cock to Sebastián, kneeling over his face. Sebastián took it between his lips naturally, opened his mouth, and let Adrián slide it in to the hilt, fucking his throat with short thrusts.

I started fucking Sebastián at a slow pace that found its own rhythm: I pulled almost all the way out to the head and then drove back in with one hard thrust, watching his ass open and close around my shaft. Every time I went in all the way, Sebastián moaned with Adrián’s cock in his mouth, a muffled, vibrating sound that made Adrián growl and push deeper into his throat.

—Break his ass, man —Adrián told me over him, looking at me with that serenity that was starting to crack—. Look how tight he is.

I sped up. I gripped Sebastián’s hips with both hands and started fucking him for real, with hard thrusts that made my balls slap against his ass with a wet smack. He tightened around every shove, a hot ring squeezing my cock, and kept working his mouth around Adrián with a focus I found almost admirable given everything happening at once. Adrián had both hands on his head and was fucking his mouth hard now, without care, his cock disappearing all the way past his lips.

Adrián had his eyes half-closed, one hand braced on the headboard, and every so often he looked at me over Sebastián with that same expression as always: calm, appraising, fully present. It was the kind of look that makes you want to do well. I changed the angle, lifted one of Sebastián’s legs over my shoulder, and went deeper, farther in, until he jerked completely and arched his back.

—There, there, there —he panted, letting go of Adrián’s cock for a moment—, don’t stop, right there.

I stayed inside him for several minutes, hammering that spot, varying the pace, feeling how his ass responded to every change, getting looser, wetter, more pleading. My cock swelled inside him and I knew I was about to come. I pulled out abruptly, finished myself off with my hand, and came in streams over his chest: three, four, five thick spurts of white semen that ran from his nipples to his collarbone. Adrián pulled back too, and Sebastián took his own cock in his hand, stroked twice, and ejaculated almost immediately, a contained, silent release that mixed with mine over his stomach. I bent down and ran my tongue over the tip to catch the last drops.

***

We rested for four or five minutes. Adrián wasn’t finished, and his cock was still hard, throbbing against his thigh, shiny with Sebastián’s saliva. He went to the pocket of the work overalls he’d left folded on the chair, came back with a condom, and put it on while looking at me without breaking eye contact, rolling it down slowly along the full length.

—Want me to fuck you? —he asked.

I didn’t answer with words. I lay down on my stomach, spread my legs, and arched my ass up a little.

He took his time, which was what I appreciated most about that whole afternoon. He got down on his knees behind me, spread my cheeks with both hands, and ran his tongue over my hole, one long, hot lick that made me moan into the pillow. He repeated it, slower, slipping the tip of his tongue inside, eating my ass with the calm of someone who had all the time in the world. Then he applied lube carefully, slid a thick finger in to the knuckle, worked it in circles, added a second, and only then positioned himself over me and pressed the tip to my hole.

—Breathe, papi —he whispered in my ear, his body weight on my back—. I’m going slow.

He entered little by little, in small advances and pauses, reading every signal I gave without me having to say a thing. The initial pain was real but manageable: that cock was thick, and I felt it open me centimeter by centimeter, a hot burn that eased as my body adjusted. First a full pressure that made me close my eyes and bury my face in the pillow, then something warmer and steadier that spread inward until I felt his balls resting against mine and knew he was all the way in.

—It’s all the way in —he murmured—. Hold it like that for a second.

Sebastián, already recovered, positioned himself in front of me on his knees on the bed, his cock half-hard again at the height of my face. I took the head into my mouth and started sucking him slowly, feeling him harden again between my lips. The three of us reorganized into that triangle without anyone needing to give instructions. It worked as if we’d rehearsed it.

Adrián found a firm, regular rhythm. There was no roughness, but there was a force that was unmistakable: each thrust came all the way, with his hips slamming against mine and driving my whole body forward, pushing my face down onto Sebastián’s cock. Adrián’s cock filled me in a way I’d never felt before, hitting spots inside me that made me moan with my mouth full. After a few minutes there was no pain left, only a dense, continuous pleasure rising from my ass to the nape of my neck.

—Look how he swallows it —Sebastián told Adrián, grabbing my hair—. He loves getting it shoved all the way in.

—I can see that —Adrián answered, and drove especially deep, making me let go of Sebastián’s cock and shout into the pillow.

Sebastián held my head with both hands, not forcing me, just keeping contact, and I heard the three of us mixed together without being able to tell whose sound was whose: Adrián’s hard breathing, Sebastián’s restrained gasps, and my own, muffled and steady against the pillow. Adrián rode me harder and harder, hands clamped on my hips, pulling me back to meet him halfway with every thrust. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass filled the room, wet, rhythmic, obscene.

—I’m going to come inside —Adrián growled—. I’m going to fill that condom to the brim.

—Do it —I panted, pulling Sebastián’s cock out of my mouth for a second—. Come inside.

Adrián came first: a low, sustained groan that rose from his chest, his hands clenched on my hips and driving all the way in, still for a moment, throbbing inside me with each pulse of the orgasm. I felt his cock pulsing in my ass as he came, long, long, long, for much longer than I expected. Sebastián followed almost at the same time, this time in my mouth: a hot, salty stream that filled my throat and I swallowed without hesitation, feeling his cock continue to release between my lips. I came against the sheet without anyone touching me, just from the built-up momentum of the last few minutes, rubbing my cock against the mattress while Adrián was still buried inside me.

Adrián stayed inside a little longer, breathing heavily against my back, before withdrawing very slowly. I felt his cock come out centimeter by centimeter, and the emptiness it left behind was almost as intense as having it there had been.

***

We stayed still for a while. The room smelled of sweat and sex and was even hotter than before, although the hallway fan kept humming with the same indifference as always. Adrián took off the condom —full to the brim, just as he’d said—, tied it off and threw it in the trash. Sebastián found his T-shirt on the floor, put it on, and ran his fingers through his hair.

I offered them the shower. They said they’d rather wait until they got home, that it was already noon and they lived nearby and wanted to finish the week properly. They got dressed unhurriedly. Adrián checked the unit one last time from the balcony, made sure it wasn’t dripping, tightened a loose screw, and closed the exterior cover. Sebastián filled out the paper work order and handed it to me to sign without saying a word about what had happened between the three of us, as if that were the most normal part of all of it.

I paid for the repair by card and gave them a cash tip. Both accepted without comment. Adrián shook my hand before leaving, with the same firmness as at the beginning, and held my gaze for a second longer than necessary. Then they went down in the elevator with their tools and aluminum ladder, just as they had come up.

I stood in the bedroom doorway looking at the unmade bed and the window where the noon sun was streaming in. The air conditioner kicked on silently, and cool air started circulating through the apartment for the first time in weeks. I saved the company’s number in my phone with the note: “HVAC. Clean work.” Three weeks later I called to book the fall maintenance.