Special Service by Stina

It was a sunny autumn afternoon. Darren sat on the couch, a music magazine in his hands, reading the latest album reviews when the door bell rang.

He looked at his watch, got up, opened the door.

A young guy in a grey overall stood outside, a tool box in his hand.

"Mr. Hayes?"

"Yes?"

"Brisbane House Service sends me, you called because you have problems with the bath tub fittings?"

"Oh, yes, sorry, I nearly forgot..." Darren opened the door, let him get inside. "Somehow the water tap for the hot water does not work... This way, please..."

The guy looked around in the bathroom. "Very nice!" He grinned. He looked at the bath tub. "Have you tried to fix the problem yourself?"

Darren shook his head. "Na... I have two left hands when it comes to technical things..."

The blond plumber looked up and down Darren's body. "Sure... A handsome guy like you will always find someone to help him out..."

Darren frowned. "I don't think that in your working contract is written that you are allowed to make comments on your client's looks..."

The guy smiled devilishly. "I am very sorry... So, when you open the water tap... Please show me..."

Darren leant over the bath tub, reached for the water tap. "Look here..."

He stopped when the guy suddenly was behind him, leaning over him. "Ah... I see..."

Darren felt something very rock hard pressed to his butt. "Oh, will you please step back. I can't believe..."

The plumber let one hand ran over Darren's back, grabbed the back of his neck, held him down, grinding harder against his ass.

"Oh no... You want this... I saw it in your eyes...."

"Hey, you saw nothing... Don't you dare!!"

A very determined hand sneaked around his waist, opened his jeans, yanked them down. "Ah, look... We are wearing nothing underneath... As I said it, you were just waiting for it..."

Darren gasped. "No... Stop it..."

He heard the guy open the long zipper of his overall.

"No...Let me go..."

From the corner of his eye he saw a hand grab the shower gel.

"Hold still... This will do..."

The cold liquid dripped over his buttocks, ran down between them. The grip on his neck became harder. A stiff cock pushed hard between his ass cheeks.

"No... Please, no..."

"Shut up... You will like this... You will see how badly you need a good hard fuck..."

The penetration was fast and deep. Darren groaned at the pain, tried to relax. The second shove was even deeper. Darren grabbed the opposite side of the bath tub, trying to support himself when the guy began to pound him hard.

"How do you like this, you little fag..."

"Stop it... Stop it... Oh God..."

Darren's body shivered, he groaned.

"Yeah... Let it out... Show me that you enjoy it..."

"I am NOT enjoying... Aaahhh..."

"Oh yes you are..."

The free hand grabbed his cock. "Oh yes, you are enjoying it..."

Sweat was running down Darren's forehead, his moans echoing in the bathroom.

For minutes the guy fucked him hard, holding Darren down with his hand.

Darren felt it coming and gave in finally, releasing himself in the hand that rubbed him, and into the bath tub.

The hand let go of his neck, both hands grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to get deeper, and with a final grunt the man came hard deep inside of him.

Darren was panting, wiping the sweat away.

Slowly he turned around.

Took the guy's face between his hands, kissed him softly.

Tender hands were running over his sweaty back.

"I told you you would like it... Did you...?"

"Oh yeah..."

Darren looked down at the grey overall that was a bundle on the floor, chuckled.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Honestly, the post man uniform last week suited you better..."

Daniel grinned. "But it was harder to strip off..."

He let his fingers run through Darren's hair. "Really, was it good? Not too hard?"

"Mmmm... Oh NO!! You were fantastic..."

Daniel kissed his neck softly.

"Your turn next week... What..."

Darren laughed, reached over to the water tab, let it fill the bath tub with hot water.

"Oh no... I won't tell you..."

"Darren..."

"Yeah?"

"The chimney sweeper... Pleeeaaase..."

"Oh, Danny... Not again...

"Pleeeaaase...!!"

Darren sighed, smiled.

"Let's see... We'll take a nice hot bath now... And if you are a good boy... Maybe..."

"A good boy..?"

"Okay, a naughty good boy..."

"Oh Dazza... I'll do my very best..."