Chapter 1: Introduction
The faucet was winning.
I was on my hands and knees under the sink, my shirt sleeves rolled up past my elbows, my fingers slick with grease and frustration. The wrench slipped again, clanging against the pipe with a metallic groan. A drop of water splattered onto my forehead, and I exhaled sharply, wiping it away with the back of my hand.
*Why the hell did I think I could do this myself?*
I should’ve just called a plumber from the start. But no, I had to be stubborn.
"How hard could it be?" I muttered to myself, as if the universe was listening and taking notes for later. The pipes under my sink had other ideas. The leak had started as a polite drip-drip-drip, but now it was a full-on waterfall, mocking my DIY ambitions.
I sighed, wiping my hands on a rag that was already more gray than white. The kitchen smelled like coffee and regret—my morning brew had long gone cold, abandoned in favor of this losing battle. The marble countertop gleamed under the sunlight streaming through the window, a silent witness to my humiliation.
Being a homeowner is hard, especially buying a home that I thought would be a good "fixer-upper project". Some aspects were easier than others....plumbing was not one of those aspects. "Fuck it, I'll call Javi" I saw outloud as I threw down the wrench and the rag.
I had been putting it off for days, but the dripping faucet had officially won. I grabbed my phone from the counter and pulled up the number for *Javi’s Plumbing Services*—a name that had caught my eye on a flyer at the coffee shop. The reviews were solid, and the guy in the tiny thumbnail photo had a smile that made me pause a little longer than necessary.
I hit call before I could overthink it.
The phone rang twice before a smooth, confident voice answered.
"Javi’s Plumbing, how can I help you?"
I cleared my throat, suddenly aware of how much like a cliché I sounded.
"Uh, yeah, hi. I’ve got a leaky faucet that’s decided it’s done with me. I tried fixing it myself, but—"
"Let me guess," Javi interrupted, his voice warm with amusement. "You’re now regretting that decision?"
I laughed, despite myself. "Something like that. The pipes are winning."
"Well, don’t worry, I’ll come save you from your sink’s rebellion. What’s your address?"
I rattled it off, then hesitated. "How soon can you be here?"
"Give me about twenty minutes."
About 20 minutes later, I was finishing putting on my suit and tie to head to work. I was dying of heat exhaustion though since my A/C was also not working, thank God for floor and ceiling fans!
I was wearing a suit and tie, ready to head to work, when the doorbell rang. I adjusted my tie, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Javi stood there, looking like he’d just stepped out of a damn home improvement commercial. His dark, curly hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run his fingers through it more than once today. He wore a one piece coverall that was opened to his mid-chest, I could see that his chest was smooth. The sleeves on the coveralls were short, so his large biceps showed through. He was about an inch or two shorter than me. His smile was the kind that made my stomach do a little flip—effortless, confident, and just a little bit teasing.
"Hey," he said, his voice smooth and warm.
"You must be Dan."
I nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of how my dress shirt clung to my back under the sticky summer heat. "Yeah, that’s me. The guy who thought he could outsmart a faucet."
Javi chuckled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. The scent of something musky and clean followed him—soap, maybe, or cologne. "Happens to the best of us. Where’s the trouble?"
I gestured toward the kitchen, watching as he moved with an easy confidence, his boots thudding lightly against the hardwood.
The way his coveralls hugged his thighs made it hard to focus on anything else.
"Right under the sink," I said, trying to sound casual. "It’s been… persistent."
Javi grinned, flashing perfectly straight white teeth. "Oh, I know that type. Stubborn little bastards." He crouched down, his back to me, and I caught myself staring at the way his shoulders flexed under the thin fabric of his coveralls. He reached into his tool bag, pulling out a wrench that looked like it had seen better days.
"Sorry for the heat, my A/C is out! The repair guy for that should be here tomorrow. But, I can move a fan in here just in case you need it," I told Javi.
He knelt down and inspected under the kitchen sink and said "thats ok, if it gets hot I can just pull back the top part of my coveralls. They stay up around my waist, so it'll just look like I'm shirtless if I get too warm...is that ok with you, Dan? I mean it's your home and I want to respect it." He winked at me. "But seriously, don't worry about it. I've worked in worse conditions than this. Heat doesn't bother me much."
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my pulse jumped at the thought of him shirtless in my kitchen. "Right. Well, if you need anything—"
"Got it covered," he said, already twisting the wrench with practiced ease. The pipes groaned in protest, but this time, they didn’t mock me. They *listened*.
I left the room to go get my briefcase so that I could head to work. As I walked by the kitchen Javi said to me "You weren't kidding that its hot in here!"
"Sorry, if you want to come back tomorrow, I guess I can just not use the kitchen sink for another day," I said to him. He shook his head, "No it's fine, I'll just make myself comfortable so that I don't overheat. I have plenty of bottles of water with me too."
"Ok, now I'm trusting you with my house, Javi! I'll be back home in a few hours, the door will lock by itself once you leave, I have censors that know that the house is empty. Just call me when you are done and I will CashApp you the money that I owe you, sound good?" I asked Javi as I stood in the doorway to the kitchen. He was kneeling on the floor, his back to me, the top of his coveralls now unzipped and hanging loose around his waist, revealing a smooth, tanned chest and broad shoulders. The sight of him like that—casual, confident, completely at ease in my space—made my breath catch for a second.
"Sounds good," he said, not turning around. "I’ll text you when I’m done. And don’t worry, I’ll leave everything cleaner than I found it."
"Thanks, man!" I said and exited. I could feel my cock getting hard in my pants, thinking about Javi being shirtless in my hot kitchen. I sat in my car and gave my cock a few squeezes through my pants, before I turned the engine on and started backing out of the driveway.
I was already running late for work so I didn't have time to fully jerk off, but I did unzip my pants and let my cock out of my pants into the open air. I precum so much that it would easily for a wet spot of the front of my pants. Something about driving down the street with my 9 inch cock hanging out always feels so sexy to me.
I stopped at a Stop sign and looked over at my passenger seat, I realized I had forgotten my lunch! I turned my car around and headed back to my house. I was only about 10 minutes into my drive to begin with, so I still had plenty of time to get to work. My cock was still rock hard, so I hoped I could get in and out of the house without Javi seeing my big cock straining against my pants. I gave it a couple of strokes as I turned off my car, hoping it would calm it down a bit.
No such luck. My cock was still rock hard, and I knew that if Javi saw it, he would know exactly what I was thinking about. I zipped my pants back up and walked to the front door, trying to look casual. I opened the door and walked in, my cock still throbbing in my pants. I could hear Javi in the kitchen, humming to himself as he worked. I walked into the kitchen and saw him kneeling on the floor, his back to me, this coverall completely off and in a pile next to him. He was completely naked! His head and shoulders were under the sink but his back was arched and the way his ass stuck out it naturally spread to reveal a naturally hairless, sexy latin asshole.
His ass was round and firm, and I could see the faintest hint of sweat glistening on his skin. I couldn't help but stare at his muscular back and the way his shoulders tensed as he worked. I could see his cock hanging between his legs, thick and heavy, swaying slightly as he moved. I could see his balls too, they were large and full, and I could see the way they shifted with every small movement he made. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, aching to be touched. I could feel my precum leaking out of my cock and soaking through my pants. I was so turned on, I could barely think straight.
Without saying a word, I quickly dropped to the floor, grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them even more and began eating his ass.
I was so fucking turned on by this moment, I could barely contain myself. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder as I ate his ass. I could hear him moaning and groaning as I licked and sucked his asshole. I could feel his body tensing up as I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into his ass. I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking precum as I ate his ass. I could feel his body shaking as I licked and sucked his asshole. I could feel his body trembling as I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into his ass. I could feel his body quivering as I licked and sucked his asshole.
"yea, suck my butt, Dan!" Javi said, as he reached back and pushed my head deeper.
I could feel his asshole clenching against my tongue as I licked and sucked his tight hole.
His precum was dripping onto the kitchen floor, and I could hear him moaning and groaning as I ate his ass.
"Fuck, Dan, that feels so good," Javi groaned, his voice thick with lust.
His fingers dug into my hair, pulling me deeper into his ass as I tongue-fucked him with reckless abandon. The taste of him—salty, musky, *perfect*—filled my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough. My cock was a steel rod in my pants, leaking precum like a faucet, but I didn’t dare stop. Not when Javi was arching his back, pushing his ass against my face like he was starving for it.
I spread his cheeks wider, my tongue swirling around his tight hole before pushing inside. He gasped, his muscles clamping down around me, and I moaned into him, the vibrations making his whole body shiver.
My fingers dug into his thighs, pulling him back against my face as I fucked his hole with my tongue, wet and filthy, just the way I wanted to fuck him with my cock.
"Fuck, Dan," he panted, his voice rough with need. "You’re gonna make me come just from this."
I pulled back just enough to spit on his hole, watching my saliva drip down his crack before I dove back in, licking and sucking like a man possessed. His cock was rock hard now, swaying between his legs, leaking precum onto the kitchen floor. I reached around and grabbed it, stroking him in time with my tongue, feeling his shaft pulse in my grip.
I literally ripped my shirt off, buttons flying all over the kitchen. I'd buy another one. I pulled my belt off and quickly undid my pants, my gigantic cock springing free. "You hot fucker, you got me too turned on!" I snarled at Javi.
"You're gonna get fucked in my kitchen, you hot fucking plumber. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna scream my name." I spit on my hand and began stroking my cock. I was so turned on, I was leaking precum like a faucet. I could feel my cock throbbing in my hand, aching to be inside Javi's tight ass. I could feel my balls tightening, ready to explode.
Javi looked back at me, his eyes wide with lust. "Fuck, Dan, I want you to fuck me."
I smiled "You got naked on purpose and wanted me to catch you, didn't you?" Javi smiled and said "No, I just got too hot. I didn't expect you home. But fuck me anyway!".
Javi stood up and leaned over the counter, presenting that beautiful latino ass to me, covered my with saliva from the eating I had given it.
He spread his cheeks and said "Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me hard. I want to feel your big cock inside me." I spit on my hand and rubbed my cock, making sure it was nice and wet before I pressed the head against his tight hole. I pushed in slowly, feeling his muscles resist me at first, but then they relaxed and I slid in deeper. I could feel his ass clenching around my cock, and I could hear him moaning and groaning as I fucked him. I could feel his body trembling as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into his ass. I could feel his body shaking as I fucked him.
I could feel his ass clenching around my cock, and I could hear him moaning and groaning as I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into his ass.
I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them wider, watching as my cock disappeared inside him, inch by inch. His ass was so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect. I could feel his muscles clenching around me, pulling me deeper, begging for more.
I stood still and Javi started thrusting back, fucking himself on my cock.
I could feel his tight asshole gripping me like a vice, milking my cock for every drop of precum. I grabbed his hips and started fucking him harder, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass with a wet, sloppy sound. I could feel his asshole clenching around me, pulling me deeper, begging for more. I could hear him moaning and groaning as I fucked him, his cock leaking precum onto the kitchen floor. I could feel his body trembling as I fucked him, his muscles clenching around me, pulling me deeper, begging for more.
We were both panting, drenched in sweat. Right as we were both really getting into it, about to cum at any second, my doorbell rang.
I ignored it. "Ignore it, Dan. Don't stop fucking me," Javi said. The doorbell rang again, this time followed by a knock. "Fuck, I think its my A/C repair guy!" I said. "Fuck me hard, Dan! Don't stop!" Javi said. I grabbed his hips and started fucking him even harder, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass with a wet, sloppy sound. The doorbell rang again.
This time, the knock was more insistent, followed by a muffled voice calling out, *"Mr. Hayes It's your A/C repair guy!"*
Javi’s ass clenched around my cock, his breath hitching as he looked back at me, his dark eyes wild with lust. *"Don’t fucking stop,"* he growled, his voice low and rough. *"I want you to cum inside me."*
I groaned, my hips slamming into him harder, my cock buried deep in his tight, slick hole. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, mixed with the wet, filthy noises of my cock fucking him raw.
I could hear the door open in the hallway behind us. "Mr. Hayes? I'm here to fix the A/C" the person called out.
I could hear his footsteps coming down the hallway. I was still buried balls deep in Javi's ass, my cock throbbing and leaking precum. I could feel Javi's ass clenching around my cock, pulling me deeper, begging for more.
"Fuck me harder, Dan," Javi moaned, his voice thick with lust.
"Don't stop, I'm so close."
I could hear the footsteps getting closer, the A/C repair guy was almost in the kitchen. I didn't care. I was too far gone. I grabbed Javi's hips and started fucking him even harder, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass with a wet, sloppy sound.
The A/C repair guy walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide with shock. He was a broad shouldered man, a dark brown beard trimmed close to his face and a buzz cut. His big blue eyes looked wide at the scene. He looked to be in his 40s.
But Javi and I were too lost in lust to stop, we didn't care if he ran out of the house and told the whole neighborhood.
I was too deep in Javi's ass, my cock throbbing and leaking precum. I could hear Javi's moans and groans as I fucked him, his cock leaking precum onto the kitchen floor.
The A/C repair guy stood frozen in the doorway, his mouth hanging open in shock. His eyes were wide, his gaze fixed on my cock buried deep in Javi's ass.
He was frozen in the doorway, his mouth hanging open in shock. His big blue eyes looked wide at the scene. He looked to be in his 40s. He was a broad shouldered man, a dark brown beard trimmed close to his face and a buzz cut. He was wearing a white polo shirt and khaki pants. He looked like he had just stepped out of a Home Depot commercial. His eyes were fixed on my cock, buried deep in Javi's ass. He was frozen in the doorway, his mouth hanging open in shock. He was a broad shouldered man, a dark brown beard trimmed close to his face and a buzz cut.
He finally untucked his shirt and pulled it up over his pecs, showing off his flat abs and hairy chest. He began to pinch his own nipples as he watched me fuck Javi harder and fast.
His eyes were locked on my cock, buried deep in Javi's ass. I could see his cock getting hard in his pants, straining against the fabric. I could see the precum soaking through his pants, forming a wet spot on the front of his pants. He was so turned on, he couldn't take his eyes off of us. I could hear his moans and groans as I fucked him, his cock leaking precum onto the kitchen floor.
As he watched us, he pinched his own nipples, moaning and thrusting his hips forward, as if he was fucking some imaginary person in front of him. Javi pushed me back and got on his knees "I wanna taste my man pussy all over your cock," Javi said as he took my dick in his mouth.
He sucked me hard, his tongue swirling around my cock, his lips tight around my shaft. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me. I could feel his tongue swirling around my cock, his lips tight around my shaft. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me. I could feel his throat muscles working as he deep throated me.
The A/C repair guy was now stroking his cock through his pants, his eyes locked on Javi’s mouth wrapped around my cock. His face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He unzipped his khaki shorts and let them fall to the floor.
His cock was thick and veiny, the head glistening with precum. He began to stroke his cock, his eyes locked on Javi’s mouth wrapped around my cock. His face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was so turned on, he couldn’t take his eyes off of us.
Javi pulled his mouth off my cock and looked at the A/C repair guy and asked "Do you want some of this cock in your mouth or do you want it in your ass?" referring to my hard cock.
The repairman looked at me and then at Javi, his eyes wide with lust. He licked his lips and said, "I want it in my mouth first. I want to taste you." He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, his lips wrapping around the head, his tongue swirling around the tip. Javi laid back on my tile floor and started fingering himself as the A/C repair guy sucked my cock, I still didn't know his name.
I was too turned on to care. I could feel his mouth working my cock, his tongue swirling around the head, his lips tight around my shaft.
I watched Javi laying next to him, feverishly fucking himself hard and fast with two fingers, moaning so loud that I'm sure my neighbors could hear.
I could hear the wet slapping sounds of his fingers fucking his tight hole, his cock leaking precum onto the kitchen floor. His eyes were locked on the A/C repair guy sucking my cock, his tongue swirling around the head, his lips tight around my shaft.
My cell phone started ringing. I glanced at the table and saw it was my boss calling. I looked at the time, I was officially 30 minutes late for work! I answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Dan," I said into the phone, trying to sound professional. I was still standing in my kitchen, my cock buried in the A/C repair guy's mouth. Javi was laying on the kitchen floor, fingering himself hard and fast, moaning loudly.
"Dan, where the fuck are you?" my boss asked, his voice sharp with impatience.
"I'm on my way, I'm just finishing up something at home," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I could feel the A/C repair guy's tongue swirling around my cock, his lips tight around my shaft.
"You better get here in the next 15 minutes. We have that meeting with clients about that new real estate deal and I need you here! Finish up what you have to do at home and get here ASAP!" my boss said.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I hung up the phone and looked at the A/C repair guy, who was still sucking my cock like his life depended on it. I could feel his tongue swirling around the head, his lips tight around my shaft.
I looked down at both Javi and the A/C repair guy. "Sorry guys, I gotta go, otherwise I'll lose my job and then I really can't pay you guys," I said.
The A/C repair guy pulled his mouth off my cock and said "Fuck, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum all over your kitchen floor!"
Javi was still fingering himself on the floor, his cock leaking precum onto the tile. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" Javi moaned, his fingers buried deep in his tight ass.
I pulled the A/C repair guy up to his feet and turned him around, bending him over the kitchen counter. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on his asshole, spreading his cheeks wide.
"Lemme stick my dick in you real quick before I go. What's your name?" I asked the A/C Repair guy.
He said "My name is Mark, but you can call me Marky Mark if you want." I smiled and said "I can't call you that, it's too funny. I'll just call you Mark." His hole was tight and pink, and I could see the precum leaking from his cock, dripping onto the kitchen floor. I pressed the head of my cock against his hole and pushed in slowly, feeling his muscles resist me at first, but then they relaxed and I slid in deeper. I immediately started fucking him hard and fast, so I could cum quickly and get to work. Seeing me fuck Mark made Javi push his fingers as far into himself as he possibly could and he began shooting his cum high into the air.
His cum landed on the kitchen floor and on the A/C repair guy's back. I could feel his asshole clenching around my cock, pulling me deeper, begging for more. I grabbed Mark’s hips and started fucking him even harder, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass with a wet, sloppy sound.
His hole was so fucking tight, gripping me like a vice, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I could hear him moaning and groaning, his face buried in the crook of his arm as he braced himself against the counter. His asshole clenched around me, milking my cock for every drop of precum.
Javi was still on the floor, his fingers buried deep in his own ass, fucking himself hard and fast. His cock was rock hard, leaking precum onto the tile, his body trembling with pleasure. He was so close to cumming, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing inside Mark’s tight hole. I unloaded inside Mark and at the same time he shot all over the kitchen floor below him.
"Fuck!" I cried out, and tried to catch my breath. Suddenly reality clicked in, and I pulled out of Mark and rushed down the hall to wipe the sweat off myself and put on a new suit so I could head to work.
I was already 30 minutes late, and my boss was going to kill me. I quickly wiped myself down with a towel, the scent of sex and sweat clinging to my skin. My cock was still half-hard, twitching as I zipped up my pants and adjusted my tie in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was flushed, lips swollen from kissing, eyes wild with the afterglow of what had just happened. *Fuck*, I thought, running a hand through my hair. *I just fucked a plumber and an A/C repair guy in my kitchen.
On a Monday morning. I’m gonna be late for work. My boss is gonna kill me. And I don’t even give a fuck.*
I adjusted my tie in the mirror, my fingers still trembling from the aftershocks of what had just happened. My reflection was a mess—hair tousled, lips swollen, a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin. The scent of sex and musk lingered in the air, thick and intoxicating. I could still taste Javi on my tongue, still feel the way Mark’s tight ass had clamped down around my cock.
*Fuck.*
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I needed to get to work.
But I was still so fucking turned on. I could still feel the way Javi’s tight ass had gripped my cock, the way Mark’s hole had clenched around me as I fucked him raw over the kitchen counter. My cock was still half-hard, twitching in my pants, leaking precum onto my boxers. I adjusted myself, trying to get comfortable, but every movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I could still taste Javi on my tongue, still feel the way his muscles had trembled around me as he came.
I walked back into the kitchen, my shoes sticking slightly to the tile where Javi and Mark had cum.
The two men were still catching their breath—Javi sprawled on the floor, his fingers still buried in his ass, Mark slumped over the counter, his hole still twitching from the way I’d fucked him raw.
Javi looked up at me, his dark eyes heavy with lust, his lips swollen from sucking my cock. "Fuck, Dan," he panted, his voice rough. "You’re gonna make me late for my next job."
I smirked, adjusting my tie. "Yeah, well, you’re the one who got naked in my kitchen."
Mark chuckled, pushing himself up from the counter, his cock still half-hard, glistening with precum.
"Yeah, sorry about that," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You’re just… *really* good at what you do."
Javi groaned, rolling onto his back, his fingers still buried in his ass. "Fuck, I’m gonna be sticky for the rest of the day."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. *Shit.* I was already late, and my boss was going to lose his mind.
"You guys good? Can you now both concentrate on the jobs you are here to do?" I said with a laugh.
Both Javi and Mark laughed too and nodded. "Yes, I think we can concentrate on our jobs now, at least I can," Javi said, with a wink. Mark nodded his head "Yea, I totally was not expecting this, but I'll get to work."
"Thanks you guys, text me when you are done so I can CashApp you the payment. Thanks for letting me fuck you both too!" I said with a wink and walked out the door. I immediately turned my car on and headed to work. I still forgot my lunch, but I had no time to go back and get it.
I was already 30 minutes late for work, and my boss was going to kill me. I sped down the street, my cock still throbbing in my pants, my mind replaying the filthy scene in my kitchen. I could still taste Javi on my tongue, still feel the way his tight ass had clenched around my cock as I fucked him raw. I could still hear the wet, sloppy sounds of my cock sliding in and out of Mark’s hole, the way his muscles had trembled around me as he came.
I pulled into the parking lot of my office building, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could still taste Javi on my tongue, still feel the way his tight ass had clenched around me as I fucked him raw.
I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to get comfortable, but every movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I would just have to walk into the office with a hard cock.
I walked in, thankfully the clients were not there yet. My boss was in the conference room, getting everything ready for the presentation.
He looked up at me as I walked in and said "Dan, where the fuck have you been? You're 30 minutes late for the most important meeting of the year! The clients are going to be here in 10 minutes and you're just now walking in the door! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
I could feel my face getting red. I was still turned on from the morning's events, and I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants.
"Nevermind, you're here now, we still have about 10 or 15 minutes until they show up. Help me get this conference room ready," Bruce, my boss, said.
"The clients will be here in 10 minutes and I need you to help me get everything set up. I need you to be on your A-game, Dan. This is the most important meeting of the year and we can't afford to fuck this up."
I nodded, my mind still foggy from the morning's events. Bruce looked over at me, looked me up and down and noticed the outline of my hard cock in my dress pants. "Are you hard?" he asked me, trying to not laugh.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're late for the most important meeting of the year and you're walking in here with a hard-on? Did you jerk off on the way here or something?"
"No, I didn't jerk off on the way here," I said, trying to sound casual. "I just... had a really good morning, that's all."
Bruce raised an eyebrow at me, his eyes narrowing. "A really good morning? What the fuck does that mean?"
I could feel my face getting redder.
Bruce was looking at me like I was a fucking idiot, and I couldn’t blame him. I had just walked into the office 30 minutes late for the most important meeting of the year, and I was sporting a hard-on like I was some horny teenager who couldn’t control himself.
"Dan, what the fuck is going on with you?" Bruce snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. "You’re late, you’re distracted, and now you’re walking around with a fucking boner?
What the hell is wrong with you, Dan?" Bruce’s voice cut through the haze of my post-orgasmic stupor. His sharp blue eyes bored into me, and I could see the frustration etched into his forehead. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late forties, his salt-and-pepper hair combed back neatly, his suit immaculate. He was the kind of guy who always looked like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom photo shoot, and right now, he was staring at me like I was a fucking disaster.
I shifted uncomfortably, my cock still throbbing in my pants. "Your cock looks huge by the way," Bruce said, "Who knows, that could help us close the deal." Bruce laughed, I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood now. "How big is it?" Bruce asked me.
"How big is it? I can't tell if you're packing a monster down there or if you're just wearing really thick socks." He laughed at his own joke, but I could tell he was serious. He was genuinely curious. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. I had never been in this situation before, and I didn't know what to say. I could feel my face getting red, and I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants. I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock and soaking through my boxers.
"It's 9 inches" I finally said. Bruce's eyes got wide, "You're lying, you put a sausage in your pants or something so I'd forget that you're so late or you're trying to impress the clients or something." Bruce laughed again.
"No way, you're lying. You're a graphic designer, you're not a porn star. You're not packing a 9 inch cock. You're lying to me. I think you're just trying to impress me so that I forget that you're 30 minutes late for the most important meeting of the year." Bruce said to me as he walked over to me and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang out, hard and throbbing, precum leaking out of the tip. Bruce's eyes got wide, "Holy fuck, you're not lying. You're packing a fucking monster. I can't believe it."
I was shocked at what Bruce just did! The rest of the office was offsite at a conference, so we were alone. No HR for me to report him too. I grabbed my cock and quickly put it back into my pants.
"What the fuck, Bruce? You can't just unzip my pants like that!" I said to him. "You're my boss, and this is highly inappropriate." I was so fucking turned on though, I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, my precum leaking out and soaking through my boxers. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, my precum leaking out and soaking through my boxers. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Sorry! I had just never seen a cock that big in person, only in porn. Ok, so fair is fair, do you wanna see my cock?" Bruce asked.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was about 6 inches long and thick. It was cut, and the head was swollen and red. He was already leaking precum, and I could see the veins bulging in his shaft. He was already hard, and I could tell he was turned on. He was looking at me with a smirk on his face, and I could tell he was waiting for my reaction.
I was shocked. I had never seen my boss's cock before, and I had never imagined it would be so big. I was turned on, and I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants. I went to reach for it but then I saw Bruce's eye dart past me to the front door, which was opening and our two clients were walking in. They were gay couple, Eric and Jeremy, who wanted to hire us for a real estate project they had coming up for a building they owned. Bruce quickly put his cock back in his pants and zipped up, but now we were both hard.
Eric and Jeremy walked into the conference room, both of them dressed in sharp suits, their eyes scanning the room with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Eric was tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes that seemed to miss nothing.
Jeremy was shorter but broader, with a confident swagger and a smirk that suggested he knew exactly how attractive he was. Both men wore tailored suits that hugged their bodies just right, and the way their eyes flicked between Bruce and me made it clear they were picking up on the tension in the room.
Bruce cleared his throat, adjusting his tie with a forced casualness. "Gentlemen, welcome. Sorry for the slight delay—just finishing up some last-minute prep."
I stood there, my cock still throbbing in my pants, my mind still replaying the filthy scene in my kitchen.
Eric and Jeremy shook our hands and then looked around the room and smiled, which included looking us both up and down. "You both happy to see us?" Jeremy said, motioning to our visible hard-ons in our pants. "Apparently" Eric said with a laugh.
"You two are happy to see us or you're just happy to see each other." He looked at Bruce and then at me, his eyes lingering on the bulge in my pants. "You're both packing some serious heat there. I'm not sure if we should be flattered or concerned." Jeremy laughed, his eyes locked on my cock, which was straining against the fabric of my pants. "I'm flattered, but I'm also concerned. I don't think I've ever seen two grown men so obviously turned on before a business meeting. What's the deal here?
I thought we were here to talk about a real estate project, not to have a cock measuring contest," Eric said, his voice smooth and amused. He leaned against the conference table, his eyes flicking between Bruce and me, taking in the way my cock strained against my pants, the way Bruce subtly adjusted himself to hide his own erection. "Unless, of course, that’s what you’re offering instead of a proposal."
Jeremy smirked, his gaze lingering on the outline of my cock. "I mean, if you’re both this hard just from us walking in, I can’t imagine what you’d be like if we actually got down to business."
Bruce cleared his throat, forcing a professional smile.
"Gentlemen, let’s focus. We’re here to discuss your property development project, not—" His voice trailed off as Eric reached out, his fingers brushing against the bulge in Bruce’s pants. The older man’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust.
Jeremy didn’t waste time. He stepped closer to me, his hand sliding down my chest before gripping my cock through my pants. "Fuck, you weren’t kidding," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "This is *huge*."
I groaned, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Jesus, Jeremy—"
"Oh, no," Eric cut in, his voice a low growl. Both men exchanged a glance, then turned and dropped their pants to their ankles. Neither had underwear on and both had the biggest, rounded, smoothest muscle butts I had ever seen in my entire life! Both men wiggled their asses at Bruce and I.
Eric's was round and muscular, with a faint dusting of dark hair at the base of his spine. Jeremy's was tighter, smoother, and completely hairless, the kind of ass that made you want to bite into it. They both turned around and bent over, spreading their cheeks to reveal their tight, pink holes. Eric's was slightly hairy, with a thick patch of dark hair around his hole, while Jeremy's was smooth and hairless, his hole glistening with precum. Both men were dripping with precum, their cocks hard and throbbing, leaking onto the conference room table.
Bruce and I exchanged a glance, our cocks throbbing in our pants.
"fuck! We've both been so horny this morning, we are glad you two apparently are too" Jeremy said, still spreading his cheeks, swaying his ass side to side and Eric doing the same. I immediately dive forward, face first, into Jeremy's ass. Bruce immediately got naked and walked over and started fingering Eric's ass.
I was still face first in Jeremy's ass, my tongue deep inside his tight hole. I could feel his muscles clenching around my tongue, pulling me deeper, begging for more. I could feel his body quivering as I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into his ass. I could feel his body trembling as I licked and sucked his asshole.