Calling in the Contractor

by Jay Gordon

“Hi, could I speak to Carl?” Richard said, trying not to get angry with the receptionist as he waited. This was the third time today he had tried to get in touch with his contractor. Twice he had left messages which had not yet been returned.

“Can I take a message?” the woman asked. “I’m afraid Mr. Duncan is—”

“I don’t care if Mr. Duncan is in Peru,” Richard said, losing his cool instantly. “When I hired him as contractor for this job, I had every expectation the job would be done right. The work was supposedly finished last week, and I went the whole weekend and the first half of this week without a fucking shower. Now I’ve already left two messages TODAY, and I will NOT—”

“Hello?” a man’s voice said, interrupting the angry tirade.

“Hello,” Richard barked in answer. “Who is this?”

“I’m Tyler Duncan,” the young man on the other end said. “Carly called me over and said she had an angry customer on the line… Perhaps you can tell me what’s going on, and we can get you all taken care of?”

Tyler’s voice was soft and soothing, deep and mellow. Richard thought he sounded sexy. Probably was. Carl was pretty hot for an older fellow, and his son couldn’t be far from Richard’s own age.

“Sir?” Tyler asked.

“Huh?” Richard said dumbly, embarrassed he had lost track of the conversation.

“What’s been going on?” Tyler asked.

“You guys did a bathroom renovation for me—a condo I’m trying to flip—and the work was finished last Thursday. Friday morning, the shower wasn’t working,” Richard explained. “No one returned my calls, and I went the whole weekend without a working shower. Now it’s Wednesday, no one has returned my calls, and I’ve been having to go to friends houses just to get clean!”

“I’m very sorry, sir,” Tyler said. “I’ve been covering my father’s desk—he had to leave town suddenly for a cousin’s funeral—and I haven’t seen any messages on his—”

“Oh,” Richard said, “I’m sorry for your loss. I didn’t mean to be insensi—”

“Oh, I never met the man,” Tyler say. “He and my dad were close as kids, I guess but … anyway, neither here nor there…. I’m looking around, I just don’t see any messages. Who did you leave word with?”

“Well, until today I’ve just been leaving voicemail on a direct number,” Richard said.

“What number?” Tyler asked. When Richard told him, Tyler chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but that’s my dad’s personal cell… No one but him checks that and … well, I guess he’s been distracted with family—”

“Oh, of course,” Richard said. “I should have called the company directly… I just figured since he was the owner, I might get faster—”

“Usually that would be true,” Tyler said. “I can send someone out this morning… What time is good?”

“I can be home by 10:30 or so to let someone in, but I’ve got to run to some meetings, so I won’t be able to stay,” Richard replied.

That’s totally fine,” Tyler said. “All our guys are dependable…”

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Richard answered the door to find a tall, dark, handsome man in fancy jeans and a button-up shirt, holding a toolbox in his right hand that looked like it might strain a college linebacker’s muscles.

“Come on in,” Richard said nervously, stepping out of the way. He had liked all of Carl’s guys who had worked on the job, but none of them made him tingle below the beltline or looked like they belonged on a runway modeling nothing but underwear either. “Are you the guy Tyler sent to fix the shower?”

“Yes, sir!” the man said, chuckling at the look Richard was giving him. He boldly gave Richard an appraising looking over as well, tit for tat.

Richard thought he had been caught and taught a lesson—he didn’t realize the man before him enjoyed the occasional boys’ night in himself. And this man liked slightly older otters with a runner’s build best of all. Richard was right up his alley. Or could be if he played his cards right, he figured.

“He told you I’d be out most of the afternoon?” Richard asked. “What time do you think you’ll be finished?”

The man nodded and said, “I was informed! What time will you be home?”

“Right around 3 is my best guess,” Richard said to the contractor.

“Should be finishing up around then!” the man said, writing out his number on a note pad and handing the paper to Richard. “Give me a call when you’re on your way and I’ll make sure we aren’t in your way, even if we aren’t finished…”

“We?” Richard asked.

“Well, if any other guys get free, I might get some help,” the man said. “I’m not holding my breath though…”

“Cool,” Richard said, grabbing his bag. “Thanks for getting out here so quick! I’ll be back in a bit…”

When he was alone, Tyler smiled. He wasn’t surprised Richard hadn’t recognized his voice—in real life his Southern accent came out, while on the phone he had a very neutral sound. This job had just taken an interesting turn, Tyler thought, making his way to the bathroom.

After spending an hour or so checking a few obvious problems, Tyler turned off the water to the shower and walked through Richard’s bedroom toward the sliding glass door. The access to the main line and crawl space to access the underfloor plumbing was behind a little grate just outside and to the left.

As he walked past Richard’s closet, he peered inside. He could say it was an accidental glance, but he was just being nosey. He had even turned on the light. It was unprofessional, but the picture he had concocted of himself fucking Richard had replaced professionalism in his mind’s eye.

There were two big dildos on a shelf, he saw and smiled, before flipping the light back off. Either Richard was a big ol’ freak in the best way for a straight boy, or he was a big ol’ bottom in the best way for Tyler.

Tyler opened the grate and shined his light at the pipes running under the floor, finding the plumbing that serviced the new bathroom. He’d have to crawl in there to check and see if things had been connected correctly, but there was a puddle of mud beneath the bathroom, hinting that everything might not be up to snuff.

Looking down at his designer jeans then at his watch, Tyler decided to take his shirt and pants off and leave them on the bed, then climb under the floor in just his boxers. That way his outer clothes, at least, would stay clean, at least.

A few minutes later, the muscular, boxer-clad contractor was army-crawling beneath the floor. He soon was rolling around in the mud like a pig, but quickly found and solved the issue with the plumbing, which he hoped meant the shower would now work properly.

Once he slid back out from beneath the floor, he stood next to the wall, hidden from all but the immediate next-door neighbors’ upstairs window, and let the wettest of the mud drip from him for a moment. He wished he had a towel. Instead, he hopped up and down, trying to shake more off. At last thought, he walked over to the glass door and made a dash across the bedroom—the floor of which thankfully was hardwood—to the bathroom.

He immediately turned on the water in the big, walk-in shower and then grabbed the knobs controlling the water to the rainforest shower. It sprang to life immediately. He sighed in relief when the water warmed and drained appropriately. Then he stepped beneath the soothing, hot water, which cascaded over him and began dissolving the mud that had begun to dry in cakes on his body. His hands roamed his muscular form, aiding the process.

His eyes closed, Tyler imagined the hands were Richard’s and his dick sprang to life. Looking down, he murmured, Don’t have time for this… Need to get clean and get out of here.

Because he was in the shower, he didn’t get Richard’s message that he would be home in five minutes.

Tyler closed his eyes again and reached up to the top shelf, grabbing for a bottle of body wash. He missed, and when his hand slipped past the bottle, it closed on something else.

It took a second, but his eyes snapped open in recognition. He held in his hand a long black rod punctuated by five increasingly large balls: Richard’s anal beads! And these weren’t the amateur model you got at stores that sold gag gifts for bachelorette parties. This was the model that made experienced gay bottoms concentrate hard.

Tyler sat the beads aside and grabbed the body wash, stepping out of the spray so he could lather up his gorgeous, tan muscles. The shower was loud enough that Tyler didn’t hear the door open and close in the living room. It was also loud enough that Richard happily went to see a demonstration of his new, now-working shower.

“What the—” Richard exclaimed as he walked in and was paralyzed by the sight of the six-foot plus adonis covered in suds in his shower.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” Tyler said. “I can explain—”

“Based on the muddy footprints from the door and your clothes on my bed,” Richard said, beginning to chuckle, “I think it’s pretty clear…”

“I thought I’d have time to get myself clean and then take care of your floor before you—”

And then Tyler remembered he was naked and was supposed to cover himself because you’re supposed to be embarrassed when you get caught naked in a house that’s not your own. Especially one you’re not supposed to be naked in. He did put a hand in front of himself but didn’t really try to cover anything.

“You really should try it out,” Tyler said finally. “Water’s great now…”

“Uhm, I mean, when you’re done,” Richard began to mutter.

“Sure, but,” Tyler said coyly, doing everything short of batting his eyelashes. “I could use some help the mud on my back.”

When Richard still hesitated, Tyler grabbed the anal beads and said, “I tried your back massager, but it wasn’t much help with that…”

Richard stepped into the shower stall, which could probably have held six comfortably, with all his clothes on. He wasn’t close enough to get wet but had to stop himself before he did.

“That’s not a back massager,” Richard said in a slight panic.

Tyler laughed and said, “I know where they go! I was teasing you.”

Richard again looked frozen.

“Look man, this was all an accident,” Tyler said. “But here we are. You’re gay or bi, and I’m naked in your shower and at your disposal if you want. Consider it … a perk to keep a customer happy after a bad experience…”

“Tyler and Carl must pay you well,” Richard said, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“We didn’t introduce ourselves,” Tyler said, reaching out to shake comically with the hand that had been in front of his now rock-hard penis. “I’m Tyler!”

“Oh,” Richard said, taking the hand. “You know me, then… But I guess that means you do owe me a little bit of compensation!” He added the last with a teasing laugh, then hurried to get his clothes off.

When Richard was naked, the powerfully built younger man pulled him beneath the water and kissed him, guiding Richard’s hand to Tyler’s increasingly massive cock.

“I know where those anal beads go,” Tyler whispered. “Which means I know where I think you’d like this…”

“Mmm, yes,” Richard groaned, squeezing the cock in his hand.

“Hard and fast, or slow and sweet?” Tyler asked.

In answer, Richard spun around and put his hands on the wall, arching his back and pressing back against Tyler with his ass.

“Hard and fast it is,” Tyler said. “Lube?”

“Spit,” Richard said simply.

Tyler leaned over and licked and probed Richard with his tongue, loosening the man up. Then he applied more spit with his hand before lining his cockhead up with the pink pucker and shoving in hard. Richard groaned in pain and pleasure, then reached back with one hand to grab Tyler’s hip and hold him still.

Tyler felt Richard loosen up, and when the man removed his hand, Tyler pulled back an inch or two, gave two or three shallow pumps, then drove the rest of his thick eight inches into the man before him. Richard gasped, emptying his lungs hard.

Then Richard sucked in a breath and said, “Fuck me, jock boy!”

Tyler took the order to heart and pounded Richard’s hole until the friction became almost uncomfortable. By this point he was pulling all the way out and burying his whole cock in Richard on every pump.

At least, Tyler groaned breathily and asked, “Ass or mouth?”

Richard pulled away from Tyler and in one smooth move turned while falling to his knees. He wrapped his hand around Tyler’s cock and kept pumping, holding the head in his mouth.

Moments later, thick ropes of cum shot into his mouth almost faster than Richard could swallow. Almost.

When he had sucked every last drop from his contractor’s son’s hard dick, Richard smiled up at Tyler, past the washboard abs, and said, “You can work on my plumbing whenever you feel like it!”

©2021 Jay Gordon

 

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