The one thing all homeowners fear most ... a broken toilet. I called Leland Plumbing. They were sending someone immediately, the voice on the phone told me. I finished my breakfast and peed in the backyard.
I had just come back inside to get dressed when the doorbell rang. It couldn’t be the plumbers—I’d only called them ten minutes ago. I opened the door a crack, and there stood a tall guy, easily over six feet, with messy blonde hair, broad shoulders, and a tank top clinging to his chest and abs. The tank top had ridden up a bit exposing a stomach covered in fuzzy blond. He looked like a demigod, with a face and body straight out of Greek mythology.
"I'm Nick," he smiled. Perfect teeth.
"I'm Dante."
"Named after Dante the Italian poet, writer, and philosopher?"
Sheepishly I admitted my parents were history teachers.
I opened the door and let him in. Once in he turned to me. "I guess I got here too fast. You're still in your undies." His voice was so manly.
I looked down -- I was still in my Jockey shorts. "Fuck!"
My house was small "I'll show you the bathroom. Follow me... I walked down the hall which had a full-length mirror on the wall. I looked in the mirror and caught the Plumber, dropping his gaze to my cotton-covered ass. I went to my bedroom to put on some gym shorts quickly.
Nick was on his knees. From the bathroom door I stared at his hot backside and noticed his jeans were sagging. I could see the waist band of his underwear. Calvin Klein, Teal briefs.
And the cherry on top was seeing just an inch of hairless ass crack. That's when I felt my cock waking-up.
Suddenly, he stood up and said, “I need a different tool.” I stayed planted in the bathroom doorway as he placed his hands on my waist. I felt him brush against me as he left, his touch lingering deliberately.
My cock was hard. Nick was a plumber with a surprising knowledge of ancient history, a major hunk whose every word carried a certain charm. There I was, faced with this confident, testosterone-fueled example of a man, returning with his new tool. I stood in the bathroom doorway, eyeing the toilet, when Nick came up behind me, he placed his hand on my shoulder, and gave it a firm squeeze.
Nick went straight to the toilet, And I just kept staring at the waist band of his underwear. A couple of "cranks" a half flush and a bang and the toilet was back. "There you go!" and then he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue sweetly warm. His hand on my ass. My hand on his exposed butt crack. He picked me up and went to my bedroom, laying me down gently on my bed. We kissed again. He pulled down my jeans and my cock popped up.
Nick wasted no time in removing his clothes. He had my cock in his mouth, sheer heaven. He excelled at cock sucking. I moved myself to a sixty-nine position. He swallowed my cock deeper at the same time I put his cock in my mouth. So Big. And I took all of it. Yeah, I gagged a few times so what!
Nick put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked on it. He greased my hole, but not enough. I leaned to my nightstand and opened the drawer took out come lube and handed it to him. I leaned over and kissed him; he kissed me back. He put me on all fours and sucked on my butthole, fingering it as well. He greased up my waiting hole, and I watched as he placed his beautiful cock in my crack and kissed me deeply. My butthole was glowing ignited by passion
When he took control of my own cock rubbing it ever so gently, I knew it wouldn't take me long to shoot my wad. In responds I sucked on his big cock, me drooling spit.
We started moaning. I sucked harder. So, did he. His breathing was labored. Then without warning I shove my lubed finger up his ass and he came moaning like a porn bottom. Not to be outdone, Nick shoved two fingers up my sweet hole I came instantly!!!
"What are you doing anything for dinner tonight?"
"I'm going out to dinner with you."
We kissed.
