The Sprinkler Guy

“Soonest is next Monday between noon and three,” the woman on the phone said. 

“If that is the best you can do, then alright,” I conceded without a fight. 

In the lease we signed for our rental home, we're responsible for maintaining the lawn and that means paying to run the sprinkler system through the summer. It almost tripled our water bill, but splitting it among the four of us made it bearable at best. As if that wasn't costing us enough, our landlord said we're responsible for repairs when I called to tell her one of the nozzles had broken off and was spraying straight up. You can never win with her, so I reluctantly agreed. After angrily arranging for the maintenance company to visit, I'd mostly forgotten about it until the reminder on my phone popped up at 10am.

I made some calls and sent some emails while working from home until noon. At that time I made sure to open up the front door, leaving the glass paneled storm door latched, so that there was no way I could miss them. Noon passed, then 1 o'clock, then 2 o'clock, and then it approached 3pm. I'd finished all my work by 2pm and had the house to myself until at least 6pm when a roomie gets home; so I slipped into my usual lounge attire consisting of a loose fitting yellow beach tank top and some tighter fitting blue summer shorts with no more than a 4” inseam. The humidity down in the South is sweltering, and that's on top of the near triple digits you get weeks at a time. My lounge attire then kept me nice and comfortable inside without blowing up our electric bill on the AC. It was 3 now, and I began to wonder if these guys were ever gonna show. 

Being the sexually charged 25-year old that I am, deprived of sensual or intimate contact for whats felt like years as a result of the pandemic, I eventually pull up some porn on my phone. As I lay on the living room couch, I ran my fingers under my tank, combing through my curly dark chest hairs and follow my happy trail down to my waistband. I grip my phone in one hand and slowly begin to stroke my growing cock over my shorts. The soft, linen fabric encircled my shaft as I watch a group of three young jocks blow each other in a locker room. I started stroking faster, eventually making a half-dollar sized spot of pre cum that soaked through. Remembering that I'm expecting the sprinkler crew and not wanting to have a giant wet spot on my shorts when they arrive, I slide my waistband down to my knees and stretch myself out on the couch. My long, thin 7” cock flaps back onto me, reaching for my belly button. Watching two of these studs now Eiffel Tower the third guy, I gripped myself tighter and slowly stroked from the base of my shaft to the very tip, grabbing whatever pre cum I could at the top to pull downward. 

From the couch I glanced at the front door, still wide open, allowing ample natural sun rays in to light the room. If someone stood in the left side of the yard, or on the sidewalk just past it, they'd see my full nakedness on display. I got excited at the thought of someone seeing me, and especially someone seeing me and just walking towards me and into the house, joining me anonymously. I started stroking faster, and shorter strokes all on the top half of my shaft, curling my reddening, leaking mushroom shaped tip in my palm with each visit to the top. 

I'm stopped by a loud car door slamming shut. Assuming its the sprinkler guys, I jolt myself off the couch and quickly pull my shorts up. Boy am I glad I did, I look out the front window and see a big white van with Evergreen Lawn Care covering the side of it. I quickly adjust myself in my shorts and try to hide my hard on to the left the best I can. Watching the van from the window, thinking the guys were still in there, I jumped a little when three loud knocks rang against the glass storm door. I must not have seen them walk up, I thought.. or rather.. him? There was only one guy, not a team. Guess that made sense for a simple repair, but in my mind I was expecting a half dozen or so to come out, like when they dug out and flushed the water lines in the spring and turned them on for the season. Duh, I thought as I walked to the door. 

I admired who was on the other side though. A Hispanic guy, probably in his 30's, maybe 5'10” I'd guess, with jet black hair and a good five o'clock shadow going on. He didn't appear lean nor did he appear overweight, I'd guess an average build with a little extra that could be muscle or could be fat or probably a combination of the two. He had on a generic blank white t-shirt, light blue jeans nearly polka-dotted with dirt smudges, brown boots and a yellow bandana around his neck. His forehead was already glistening in sweat. I opened the door and invited him inside to show him where the control panel was then we went to the backyard where the broken sprinkler head was. 

As we stood in the relentless sun he spoke in a very mild mannered broken english about how to he could fix the nozzle, and I found myself just looking at him, studying his body, curious what was underneath his shirt.. his pants.

“Okay, sir?” he asked a second time after I'd totally missed his explanation.

“Yeah, good, thanks!” I stammer, a little embarrassed. I wonder if he noticed me looking him all over as he spoke to me. He returned to his van for parts and I retreated inside out of the heat. 

I watched from my window as he replaced the nozzle head in under ten minutes, staring at him still, feeling extra deprived on sex. I slowly stroke my cock through my shorts as he works, the dark rings of sweat around his neck and arm pits quickly growing in the sun. As he was finishing up, I quickly made two tall glasses of ice water and went outside. 

“Here ya go!” I smiled, “It's hot!”

“Si muy caliente,” I caught his smile, a wide grin that reached across his face; adorable.

He walked towards me and raised his arms slightly, “Tools, go to truck and come back,” he said. 

“No worries,” I said instinctively. His broken english was kinda cute, I thought, the way he curled his face as he innocently searched for the words.

I waited for him to return before stepping back inside with both of our glasses. Walking into the kitchen I handed it to him and his dirty fingers laid atop mine for a moment. 

“Sorry for dirt,” he said lifting his hands, “sorry, sorry.”

“No, no, it's okay. Don't worry,” I smiled.

“You can wash up if you want,” I moved towards the sink.

“Oh si, thank you, si,” he said politely. 

His back was to me as he washed his hands. My cock had grown again in my shorts, stretching itself towards my left side but tightly confined. Thankfully my long tank top covered most of it, leaving only about a inch of blue summer shorts exposed around my thighs. I tightly gripped my hard shaft and gave it a few good slow strokes as I watched this guy from behind, deciding I was going to try my luck. He dried his hands and turned and faced me again leaning against the counter opposite him, silently sipping our ice waters. His eyes darted around the room but noticeably to my thick, and admittedly pale, thighs left uncovered by my short shorts. After a long moment of silence, I pinched my tank top and very very slowly began lifting it, revealing more blue of the shorts. In the blue, and poorly concealed, was my pulsing cock that had begun to leak pre cum again. His eyes continued to dart around, but they'd continually come back to my waist, one second at a time. 

Staring at him the whole time, I lift my tank above my waistband then reach underneath it, gripping my cock with my clammy palm. He began to stare at my waist for longer intervals, two seconds, then three, etc. before darting away again, I suppose unsure of what to do. Soon though, his eyes were fixed on me, appearing almost hypnotized as I slowly lowered my waistband, finally letting my rock hard cock breathe. It flopped outward and upward and bounced for a moment and I watched as this stranger's eyes grew larger. I'd never done anything like this before, and I gotta say, being watched while slowly jerking off is incredible. His eyes couldn't move as my fist slowly pumped from my small dense bush of pubes to the slimy, cum covered tip. Complete silence in the room, I let out a quiet moan and that's when he looked up at me as if he'd just realized I was there. 

I began to ooze pre cum much quicker, and my body shuddered, signaling to me I was close already. Once we made eye contact, I held it for a moment with him before nodding downward at the small tent that had formed in his jeans. 

Reaching way back to high school Spanish class, I said quietly, 

“Te gusta?” 

He smirked and seemed to nervously chuckle, his eyes darting around again. I stepped forward and repeated myself, slower this time, sure I was correct.

“Te gusta?”

My long, thin cock swung from left to right as I slowly stepped closer to him. A giant drop of white pre cum fell from my tip and in our silence I heard it splash onto the floor below me. 

Finally, a response. His right hand moved to grip his cock through his jeans and he softly grunted aloud. I stood face to face with him, albeit I was a couple inches shorter than him, and I could see that his eyes were full of lust as he curled his lip and grunted softly again looking downward at me. He stroked his growing bulge over his jeans before lowering his zipper and undoing his button. His black Hanes boxer briefs camouflaged his growing bulge well and it wasn't until he gripped it again through his briefs that I could tell how far it went. He was at least 6” and looked girthy, but not too thick from what I could tell.

I looked back up at him, I'm sure I was beaming. 

“Si??” I asked excitedly.

Without speaking, he looped his thumb in his waistband and with his left hand pulled out his tanned, uncut cock. It was only half hard still and over six thick inches. My mouth dropped open before I could drop to my knees.

He gripped the countertop and leaned back as I squatted, slipped off my shorts and took his half flaccid cock in my mouth. (Side note, I love love love sucking on a flaccid cock and feeling it grow in your mouth!) He tasted just like he smelled honestly – sweaty. I didn't hate it though. I gripped the sides of his hips and began to work my head back and forth, slobbering on his slowly growing cock. I could feel the pulses of blood rush through his shaft on my tongue, strengthening him, making him bigger and thicker. His pre cum was like a real sharp salty semen taste, and once he'd grown to his full 8” I pulled his foreskin back and rolled my tongue underneath and all around his tip. 

“Ahhh, ayyee, aye, ahhhh!” he gasped loudly, tightly clutching the edge of the countertop as I pulled him away and deeper down my throat. 

I rammed his cock as far as I could get it down my throat, even gagging myself several times. His pungent smell of sweat filled my nostrils as my nose buried itself in his deep dark, untrimmed pubes. His groans began to get more frequent and faster and I felt one of his hands on the back of my head guide my head as it bobbed back and forth into him. 

“Aye, aye, aye!” he exclaimed before gripping my hair and pulling his swollen cock from my mouth. He grabbed the base of his cock in just two long strokes of his shaft he began to spew like the sprinkler that he just fixed. Like a damn firehose, he came all over my face. I opened my mouth and immediately felt a thick rope hit the very back of my throat, then another landing on my tongue and trailing down my chin. Another rope got up my left nostril, and a glob landed in my right eye socket. My eyes clenched now, I kept my tongue out and mouth open just waiting to be fed as much as he could give me. 

His hand gripped my hair again and pulled me into him. His cock filled my open mouth once again and I could feel how it was just radiating heat as he pumped down my throat, gasping.

“Oh baby, aye, aye, ahhh, yeah baby,” he groaned as I swallowed more of his salty goodness. 

It had to be at least a few minutes of sucking on his cum covered cock and feeling it lose its strength in my mouth. His hand guided my head back and forth at his own will. I felt his body shift and then shift back and a towel brushed against my face.

“Now you dirty one,” he said as he began to wipe my forehead and eyes. 

I laughed and took the towel from him finishing the job, finally opening my eyes again. 

His beaming post-orgasm grin was unmistakable.

“Can we do this again?” I asked as I stood up, my erect cock standing straight out.

He shuffled his deflating cock back into his briefs and did up his jeans. 

“Turn around?” he asked.

I was confused, “turn around?”

He gripped my waist and spun me 180 degrees.

“Mm, yes, we can do this again.” He laughed and turned me back around. 

I laughed and spun around again, showing off my butt.

“Ohh, you like that, huh,” I teased.

“Mm, si,” he gently tapped my right butt cheek as he stared.

My hard on pressed against the edge of the cool granite countertop and, trying to encourage him, I slapped my own butt letting out a nice whack through the house. 

“Oo!” he yelped and look at me in surprise.

“You try,” I chuckled.

He tapped my right cheek a little harder this time.

“No, come on,” I ordered with a smile, “spank me!”

I playfully slapped myself again, this time my left cheek. 

“Mm!” he exclaimed.

Finally, he slapped my right cheek with some intention. I spun my head to look at him, I could see he liked it. 

“Again,” I winced to him.

He smacked my left cheek even harder, this time getting a whack similar to what I'd gotten.

“Mm, yeah,” I whined, “again!”

He spanks my right cheek with a crack then my left with a splat. A sting rattled across my skin and I winced in pain. He gripped my ass and massaged it, turning the sting into a sudden warmth all over my cheeks. Then another slap, and another, each one pushing my hard cock against the cool granite.

“Mm, yes!” I'd whine.

I closed my eyes and nearly got lost in both anticipation and excitement waiting for each slap from his hand. He sensually raised my tank top over my head, softly scratching my back as he lifted it up and off of me. Now here I was buck naked in my kitchen, getting spanked by a mostly clothed stranger; how fucking hot, I thought to myself. I bit my bottom lip and gasped and grimaced with each exciting blow. Several more slaps came, each one feeling sharper and stinging a bit more than the last. My cheeks were surely red now. Then something came that wasn't a slap, but instead a fleshy prod from further below my stinging cheeks. I felt both of my cheeks gripped in his hands and pulled apart before feeling what could only be the tip of his uncircumcised cock probing my hole.

“Ah!” I gasped in surprise.

Before I could turn around and say anything else, his arm wrapped around my torso and he locked his wrists, pinning my arms to my side and not allowing me to go anywhere. I squirmed, feeling my hole prodded, unsure if this was a good idea – anonymous unprotected sex. Multiple times I took the breath to say just that, but the feeling was just so good in that moment, like nothing I'd done before but always secretly craved, and I couldn't bring myself to speak. My hole became soaked from the pre cum that had leaked from his piss slit as he ground his body against mine, I could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth between my rounded, red ass cheeks. Then with what felt to me like another innocent prod at my hole, his head slipped inside of me. A sharp pain went up my spine and I gasped loudly and winced. His body stayed perfectly still, and his arms tightly wrapped around my body kept me perfectly in place.

“Ahhhhh,” he let out the longest audible exhale I've ever heard onto the back of my neck and thrust himself into me.

I spread my feet further apart, thinking maybe that would help the pain, but he was just so big and it'd just been so long. I could feel his foreskin just inside my hole, pulling and pushing itself back and forth as his hips began to gyrate, thrusting the top two inches or so of his cock in and out of my hole with increasing speed. He panted into my right ear as his arms clenched around me so tightly I couldn't take a deep breath. I was getting short of breath and kept pulling myself away from him and his wrists would clench each other tighter in front of my chest. The only way to get a deep breath, I thought, was to get closer to him.

I throw my body backwards against his, slamming the remaining six inches of his thick cock into my hole. I squeal and think maybe it wasn't a good idea. I finally drew a great big deep breath before a heat wave went through my body and it was like I could feel his cock scrambling my organs. He grunted and withdrew himself before plunging back inside of me, making me lurch and cry out.

“Ah! Fuck!” I cried.

He began to moan into my ear and not stop, just constant, “oooh, oooooh, oooooh,” at different pitches. As much as I thought this was bad idea, I couldn't deny how good it felt. Pinning me against the kitchen cabinets, he started thrusting into my hole even faster than he was already. My breath escaped me and words couldn't form, I was just silent with ecstasy and bliss as I began to revel in all eight of his inches completely exiting me before forcing himself aggressively back inside. My hard cock began to rhythmically slap against the countertop, matching his thrusts into my hole, slap slap slap slap slap slap. I gripped my shaft to stop it from slapping, inadvertently stroking myself as this guy thrust into me. In a matter of seconds I began spraying cum across the countertop.

“Ahhhahh ahha ahhhh,” I whined as I shot uncontrollably. As I came, I counted six, seven, eight ropes of thick white semen that looked like a sloppy glaze all over the countertop. Suddenly his arms released and it felt like my whole body expanded, filling with air. Before I could even exhale though, he'd pushed me forward, shoving my face into the cum covered countertop. I groaned as once again my face became covered in cum, only this time, my own. He held my head down and it rocked back and forth mopping up my cum as his other hand gripped my shoulder and began power thrusting into me, pulling his entire bodyweight into my hole each time. I gasped and winced for no more than a minute before his moans came to a crescendo.

Like an enema, I felt a rush of warm liquid fill my insides. With each powerful thrust into me, he plunged his cum deeper and deeper into my body, coating all of my insides. If I had a uterus, he'd just put his baby inside of me for sure. I felt like I could suddenly taste his sharp, salty semen in my mouth again I was so full. The slap slap slap gently slows and becomes wet sounding; I was clearly leaking cum.

“Aye! Adios Mio!” he exclaims just before he withdraws himself one last time.

When he's all the way out, I can feel my hole gaped open from his abuse.

I remained bent over onto the countertop, my face covered in my own semen, my abused ass sticking straight out. My mind raced between euphoria with how good that orgasm was and whether or not this was a bad idea or not. I panted and caught my breath as I thought. I heard his zipper zip up and placed his hands on my back.

“You real good,” he said, “you feel real, real good.”

I lifted myself up, streams of my cum stringing from my face.

“We can do this again?” he asked enthusiastically this time.

I nervously laughed and looked down at all the cum on the countertop; it was more cum than I'd ever shot in my entire life, no doubt. I felt like my body was still tingling from the orgasm. Fuck it, I thought, why not.

“Yeah, we can do this again,” I smiled.

“Good, good,” he looked my naked body up and down, “you make Marco feel like real man!”

I laughed, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.

“Marco? I'm Zac,” I said suddenly a little shyly for some reason. It felt really strange to be introducing myself to someone whose cum has already coated my insides.

“Okay, Zac, I come back Monday of two weeks,” he said as he started to make his way to the door, “same time yeah?”

In total surprise I told him I'm not sure if I'll be home then.

He opened the door and stepped onto the porch. I was still buck naked and couldn't follow him to protest.

“Marco, wait!” I shouted, totally helpless.

“It's okay, it's okay,” he said reassuringly, “I bring the crew!”