Mountainous handyman Mr. Marko felt it was time for a break at the job site. He had been laboring in his client’s giant basement for many hours. He stretched his achy limbs and took a deep breath.
This breath turned into a small gasp as a gorgeous Latin mini-cupid named Milo Miles tip-toed around the corner. The little cutie was barely high enough to reach Mr.Marko’s belt-buckle, yet the petite darling was perfectly tall enough to have a direct view of the handyman’s sweaty jumpsuit and his bulging crotch. Milo was his coworker, and he and Mr. Marko had fooled around on site once before. Ever since then, these two became blushing fools when near each other. Now armed with experience and privacy of the basement, Mr. Marko’s young coworker knew just how to assist Mr. Marko with his dick-throbbing dilemma.
He beamed down at the cinnamon-sugar boy, his cinnamon-sugar boy. With a content smile, the gentle giant enjoyed the sight of his monstrously-sized gonads very nearly covering the boy’s hungry little face. And yet, the boy wanted more than to just smell: he wanted to taste, needed to taste. For hours, the lithe lusty twink had been waiting for his chance to finally suck off Mr. Marko. Hell, longer than that—ever since their last fling, it’s all he’s thought about…
