Job Well Done – Damien Grey & Cain Marko
“You can stay…if you want,” said the young man as he slipped into bed.
No one tells you that when you become a plumber how much your customers appreciate your work. Some of them, at least, are willing to go to any lengths to show you their appreciation.
Mr. Marko was particularly good at his job. He knew what was right or wrong inside a building. If there were leaks, he could find them. He could tell where the water pipes ran through the walls. If there was no hot water, he had a list of the exact reasons that could cause this and how to correct each symptom.
This young man, however… Damien. Damien’s plumbing needed special attention. Not the plumbing in the walls either, but his body. Damien made that clear with the tilt of his head and the wry smile on his face as he looked down at Mr. Mark from top to bottom.
This huge bear man knew when someone was undressing him with their eyes. The utilitarian overalls of the plumbing profession weren’t the most glamorous or exciting, so if this young man – just a man, judging by his boyish frame – was glaring glassy-eyed at his father, Marko knew that Damien was already lively. with what was underneath.
“Yes?” Cain approached the bed. When Damien rose to meet him, his small body pressing into Cain’s thick stomach, they both knew there was no more ambiguity to conquer.
Cain took off his overalls, revealing his furry, stocky body. Damien, likewise, slipped out of his shorts to reveal tight briefs and a rather hard bulge, which only grew at the sight of Cain at work. The young man, with practiced hunger, slid his body onto his stomach on the bed and grabbed Mr. Marko.
The difference in size between Marko’s cock, as thick as a soda can, and Damien’s little mouth was impressive. Cain wasn’t even sure Damien’s jaw could open enough to take it all in, but Damien, eyes wide and happy, swallowed it all and proved that when you’re determined and horny enough, anything is possible.
And if I taste so good in Damien’s mouth, how good does he taste in mine? That’s what the plumber thought as he repositioned the boy’s hips. Cain placed his face, beard and all, between Damien’s cheeks. The bear consumed the boy’s hole, greedily licking this entrance. Damien moaned, arched his back and felt his knees part, opening more for Cain’s tongue. When Cain pulled away, entranced by the boy’s scent, he saw that Damien’s little pink hole was still waiting for him, crinkled and ready for whatever attention Cain was willing to give.
Cain grabbed the boy’s shoulders and held him steady as he got into position. He eased his thick cock slowly inward until he felt his fist slam against Damien’s ass. Then he stopped, just for a second, to savor the feeling of being completely buried in that adorable, tiny gay ass. Only a moment later though, he was moving again, fucking the boy’s tight hole with slow, measured thrusts of his big cock.
Damien gasped and swayed in time with the bear, his voice cracking with pleasure.
Mr. Marko understood plumbing and knew how much attention pipes needed. He fucked Damien in every position their bodies naturally felt twisted; the boy fitting around his father’s cock like a sleeve. Damien’s trembling hands gripped the sheets beneath him. Marko effortlessly bent him and punched the boy until his breathing was ragged. When Cain finally fired, his client’s ass clamped down on the shaft, milking it dry.
They fell onto the sheets, exchanging a flurry of kisses. Cain’s stubble fell to Damien’s soft, smiling lips. At some point, between an indeterminate amount of time and tongue-rolling, Damien mentioned that there was a leak in the basement that needed to be seen. Mr. Marko wasn’t entirely sure if that was accurate, but for Damien, he’d investigate anything, for any amount of time…
