Servicing the Painter
Story inspired by real events in Chicago.
I moved into my new place a month ago. The layout was nice, but the previous owners painted the whole place a hideous lime green, so I had to repaint it. I googled the top painters in my area, and went on their websites to see their work. On one site I found, a mid-30s all-American fairly muscular dude was holding a brush in his hand and smiling big for the camera. I instantly chubbed up. Based just off that photo, I chose that painting company. I called them up, they gave me an estimate which was reasonable, and I scheduled for one of their guys to come over the next day.
I came home from work drenched in sweat because it was over 90 degrees out. I was about to jump in the shower, when I get a text message from the painter. He was downstairs! Uncomfortable as I was that I had not taken a shower, I changed shirts, sprayed on a bit of cologne, and went downstairs to buzz my guy in. He was waiting at the front desk, and it was the same guy I had seen in the photo! His nametag said "Mark". Holy fuck, he was hot. Even better in person. I waved at him, and he nodded and smiled at me. I felt my balls swelling up. We went back upstairs to my place, and I let him know everything I wanted done with the walls. He walked around with a tape measure and notepad, scribbling whatever he needed to, room measurements and whatever else. As he was walking around, I snuck some quick glances of his ass and package. I could almost imagine what his dick looked like. But I kept my cool, folded my arms, and tried to look serious and nodded when he said something.
As he was walking around and writing stuff, I think he caught me staring at him, and he smirked a bit. He dropped his pencil and it rolled over on the floor in my direction so I got on my knees to pick it up. As I did so, Mark walked over to me and brushed his crotch in my face.
"Is this what you're thinking about?" he smiled.
I didn't know what to say. I swallowed.
He used his strong arm on the back of my head and forced it in his crotch. I smelled a strong masculine odor, and my dick got rock-hard instantly. I was on auto-pilot. I used my mouth on his jeans, drooling all over them.
"Maybe you'd like to sniff my underwear?"
I looked up into his eyes, still on my knees, and nodded. He unzipped his fly, dropped his pants to his feet and kicked them off. He was wearing black boxer briefs. My mouth lunged at his package, and I used my tongue the best way I knew how. He moaned a little, and I could feel him getting harder.
"You wanna taste my dick, man?" he asked.
I nodded.
"I don't understand your nods. You wanna taste my dick or not?"
"Yes!" I said with my mouth open.
"Beg then. Beg me to stick my dick in your mouth."
"Please sir! I want your dick in my mouth. Please let this faggot suck your cock and swallow your cum. I need it."
That was what he needed to hear. He pulled his underwear off and put them on my head and laughed. My mouth was wide open and my tongue was sticking out. I was inviting all of his manhood inside me. Without hesitating, he plunged his huge 9" uncut cock all the way down my throat. I was in heaven. I let his cock sit there for a second, feeling every inch and slowly let it slide out. I used my tongue underneath the shaft to draw out the precum, while at the same time using both my hands to feel his ass. I then stuck one of my fingers in his ass as I was bobbing up and down on his tasty phallus. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he started to moan more.
"Enough" he said. "I need my asshole cleaned."
He turned around and spread his beautiful ass cheeks in front of my face. I was stroking my dick, then I spread his ass with my hands and stuck my whole face in his ass. I couldn't believe my luck. And Mark was moaning, so maybe he felt the same way. I diligently cleaned his asshole and made sure not to forget his taint nor his balls. Every part of him was going to get special attention.
"Shit, man. I'm gonna cum soon. I think I'm gonna give you a reward."
I thought what that might mean.
"Where's your bedroom?"
I showed him where it was.
"Take off all your clothes."
I did so.
"Good, get on the bed and spread your legs. I want to see how much of a woman you are, fag."
I got on the bed and spread my legs. I loved the feeling of being talked to like a slut.
"You want this dick in your ass?"
"Yes sir. Please give me your dick."
"Not good enough. Let me hear how much you want my dick inside your ass."
"Please daddy, shove your huge cock in my boipussy. I want you to thrust your dick inside me til you shoot your load and breed me. I'll take every drop you give me. Give me every inch of your dick and fuck me as hard as you want."
I think I awoke something inside him, because he definitely did not hold back. He first shoved his dick in my mouth to lube it up. Then he put the tip of dick against my ass and pushed in a bit. My head went up and my spine arched back, showing him what a dick-loving faggot I was, and how much I needed his dick inside him. He slid the rest of his thick cock in my ass. It didn't even hurt, as I wanted him inside so badly. He grabbed me by my legs for support and started pounding my ass as hard as he could.
"You like getting fucked like woman?"
"Yes sir. Please keep fucking me. I need your manliness in me, cuz I'm such a faggot. Keep fucking this faggot, sir." He altered speeds a little. Sometimes he fucked me slowly as he stared into my eyes and spit in my open mouth. Then he picked up speed and fucked me fast again. As much as I love getting fucked like a dog, my favorite position is the tried and true missionary, which he seemed to like to. It really emphasizes that the top is going to breed his fag bottom slut, fill him up with hot cum, and make him the top's bitch forever. Which is what was happening. I was falling in love with him the more he thrust inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back tightly, to draw him in even more. I think that may have pushed him over the edge.
"Oh shit. I'm coming now."
He kept thrusting, and I could feel his hot load shoot deep in my ass. After he shot a big load, he let his dick sit in my ass for a while, which I appreciated. I loved the feeling of his dick deflating and my ass muscles relaxing as well. He pulled out.
"Open your mouth."
I did. He put the tip of his cock against my lips.
"I gotta piss, so drink up."
He didn't even wait for me to agree or protest. He started pissing, and I had no choice but to drink his waste. He seemed to piss for a whole minute, but I was diligent in making sure that all his piss went down my throat. I was his, and I needed to make him happy. Finally he stopped pissing. I kissed his dick.
"How was that, sir? Did you enjoy fucking me?"
"Yeah, man. Thanks for that. I got everything I need to start painting your place , so if you agree to my quote, I can start next week."
I nodded.
"Great, I'll bring all my tools and start next week. It should take about a week to finish."
I was excited. Not only will my place look good in a couple weeks, but I was gonna be able to suck a huge dick and get my pussy used for a full week. I gave his dick another cleaning, squeezed his ass, and nuzzled my face in his pubes.
"See you next week, man." he said as he got dressed and left.
I nodded as he left my place. I could feel my dick leaking as I was thinking about getting fucked again by this bull. I couldn't wait!