Carmine was running late, as usual for the six foot five stud. No matter how hard he tried, he was only ever on time for three things; Drinks with his boys, Dinner with his family, and his orgasms were never late.
His current destination just happened to be to meet a house painter at his own home. He readjusted his package, which drew admiring glances from both men and women, as he walked to his car and sped off, tipping his imaginary hat to a police officer who knew better than to chase after him.
John looked at his watch, and let out a frustrated breath. He’d been waiting on the new client for over twenty minutes, and had just decided to give up and go home, when the late bastard pulled in the driveway, making sure not to block him in. How considerate.
The man that climbed from inside the SUV could only be described as a buff hunky man creature. John had never in his life stood before such a fine specimen of a man. The pure masculine virility pouring off the man had John’s cock hard at once.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. I’m Carmine.” the giant held out his hand and John took it, smiling at the man.
“John. And it’s no problem!” he said, regaining his wits.
“Oh good. Well come on in, I’ll show you the area I need painted.” Carmine led John into the house, past the bar and up two flights of stairs. “It’s a pretty big area.”
He walked down a hall, John’s eyes glued to his ass the entire time, and threw open a set of double doors.
“Is it doable?” Carmine asked. John swallowed and looked up into the blue eyes of this god amongst men and nodded. “Oh good, and how about the room?”
John blushed at having been caught staring and finally looked around the room. He instantly went into business mode and started examining the room.
Carmine tuned out John’s voice as he rattled off figures and time goals, as he looked over the shorter man. He could come up to Carmine’s chin, and that’s just the right height for many of the fantasies running through his mind.
“I can have it done in three days, depending on the colour shade and all of that.” John said, turning back around. He saw the glint of lust in Carmine’s eyes and felt his cock jump and leak a little more precome.
“What ever you need, just ask.” Carmine said, licking his lip. John swallowed and nodded.
Carmine shuddered again as his hand travelled up and down his long cock. Images of the shirtless painter flashed through his minds eye as he stoked faster and faster. The rippling muscles in John’s back as he singlehandedly painted the large room had him jerking furiously.
With a soft cry of “John!” Carmine came, splashing his seed all over the Black tiles in his private bathroom. Exhausted, Carmine fell to his knees, panting and twitching as he gently stroked his overly sensitive dick.
Two days had passed since John had started work, and if Carmine wanted to sample the painter’s goods, he’d have to move fast.
John jumped out of his skin as hot lips came down on his neck. Realising what was happening, he dropped the paint roller onto the tray and whirled around, his hot lips seeking, finding, and locking with those of his employer and recent jerkoff fantasy, Carmine Genovese.
Paint stained hands ran over tan flesh as he tore through fabric to get more. He felt hands at his belt and found his own already cupping the impressive cock hardening in his grasp.
“I want you.” Carmine gasped, clutching John’s head in both his large hands. John moaned as his erection was suddenly freed from his constricting striped boxers and met the cold air. He moaned even louder when Carmine sank to his knees and took his throbbing cock into his mouth and all the way down to his pubes.
Carmine moaned as John fisted his hair, and face fucked him, while he slid two spit lubed fingers into John’s hot ass. He opened his eyes and looked up at John’s toned body and watched the pure ecstacy on his face.
And when John pulled out and turned around, Carmine was expecting the command.
“Eat it!” he commanded, shoving his ass into Carmine’s face. Carmine dove in with vigor, sucking and tonguing the gasping hole with passion, making John fall to his knees, moaning as shaking with arousal.
He used his tongue to make a trail all the way to John’s neck. He licked and sucked on John’s shoulder as he used his left hand to guide his leaking cock into the paint covered man.
“Oh god!” they both cried at the same time. They moved in tandem, thrusting back and fourth like animals in heat. John let out a guttural moan as Carmine pummeled his prostate, making him see stars.
Carmine bit down into John’s shoulder, making the smaller man moan again. Carmine was surprised when John flipped them over and started bouncing up and down on his cock, slamming himself up and down as he stared deep into Carmine’s eyes.
John threw his head back and gave a primal scream as his cum blasted out of his cock, spraying Carmine with his hot sticky seed. He continued to fuck himself on Carmine, twisting the taller man’s nipples painfully as Carmine took over the thrusting.
“Oh shit! Oh fuck! I’m coming!”
“Yeah papi! Fill my hole! Fuck yeah papi!”
“Arrghhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Arghhhhhhhhhh!” Carmine came, flooding John’s ass with his cum.they continued thrusting, even as Carmine’s cum was forced out with each thrust.
Carmine absently played with John’s hair as the shorter man lightly dozed on his cum covered chest. He knew that if he didn’t get John into a shower soon, then the cum would dry and would be painful when they peeled off from each other, but he couldn’t bring himself to disturb the beautiful man just quite yet.
