It was a sweltering afternoon in late summer, the kind where the heat clung to everything like a second skin. Alex had been hired to clean Carl's spacious suburban home while the family was away—or so he thought. Carl, a tall, broad-shouldered executive in his mid-40s, had just wrapped up a grueling month of business trips and endless work hours. His wife was off on her own conference, leaving the house empty. Or at least, that's what Carl assumed when he stumbled in from the airport, exhausted and pent-up. He hadn't had a proper release in weeks; his wife wasn't into oral, never swallowed, and their sex life had dwindled to quick, uninteresting sessions. But today, the project was over, and Carl was home, stripping down immediately for a cool shower.
Alex, a fit 28-year-old with a lean, athletic build from years of manual labor, was in the master bathroom, scrubbing the shower tiles. The heat was unbearable, so he'd peeled off his shirt, his toned chest glistening with sweat under the bright lights. He didn't hear the front door open over the hum of the fan. Carl, naked and half-hard from the anticipation of some alone time, padded down the hall, his thick, veiny cock swinging heavily between his legs—a true monster, easily nine inches even semi-erect, with a girth that made most partners hesitate.
Carl froze in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight of Alex bent over, muscles flexing as he worked. "What the fuck?" Carl stammered, but his voice caught as Alex turned, startled, his gaze dropping immediately to Carl's impressive manhood, which twitched and began to harden under the unexpected attention.
"Sorry, man, I didn't know anyone was home," Alex said, straightening up, but his eyes lingered. There was an electric tension in the air, the kind that bypassed words.
Carl, emboldened by his frustration and the raw vulnerability of the moment, stepped closer. "My wife's out of town. Been a rough month. You... you look like you could help a guy out." His cock was fully erect now, throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Alex swallowed hard, his own arousal stirring. He'd always been adventurous, and something about Carl's desperation was intoxicating. Without a word, he dropped to his knees on the cool tile floor, his hands reaching out to wrap around the base of Carl's shaft. It was hot to the touch, pulsing in his grip, just thick enough for his fingers to fully encircle. Alex leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead at the tip, eliciting a deep groan from Carl.
"Oh fuck," Carl muttered, his hands tangling in Alex's hair as Alex opened wide, taking the head into his mouth. He worked slowly at first, swirling his tongue around the sensitive underside, savoring the musky scent and the way Carl's hips bucked involuntarily. Alex's lips stretched around the girth, his jaw aching already, but he pushed deeper, relaxing his throat to accommodate more. Inch by inch, he deepthroated the monster, his nose eventually pressing against Carl's trimmed pubes. Carl's eyes rolled back; no one had ever taken him like this. Alex bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks for suction, his hands massaging Carl's heavy balls, which were drawn tight with a month's worth of pent-up load.
Carl's breaths came in ragged gasps. "God, that's... that's incredible. Keep going." It didn't take long—within a few minutes, the buildup was too much. Carl's body tensed, his cock swelling even further in Alex's throat. "I'm gonna—fuck!" He erupted, stream after thick stream of hot cum flooding Alex's mouth. It was massive, endless, pulsing for nearly a minute as Alex swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, his throat working overtime to handle the volume. Carl's knees nearly buckled, his moans echoing off the bathroom walls.
Panting, Carl pulled Alex up, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss tasting of salt and desire. "Bedroom," Carl growled, leading the way, his cock still semi-hard and slick. They tumbled onto the king-sized bed, clothes discarded in a frenzy. Alex grabbed the lube from the nightstand—Carl's wife's, ironically—and slicked up Carl's shaft, then his own tight entrance.
"You sure?" Carl asked, but Alex was already positioning himself, straddling Carl's hips.
Alex lowered slowly, gasping as the head breached him. It was a stretch, burning at first, but Alex was experienced, breathing through it, sinking down until he was fully seated, Carl's cock buried to the hilt. "Fuck, you're huge," Alex whispered, starting to ride, his own erection bobbing untouched. The rhythm built quickly—slow grinds turning to hard bounces, the bed creaking under them. Carl thrust up to meet him, hands gripping Alex's ass, spreading him wider.
They didn't stay in the bedroom long. High on endorphins, they moved to the living room, where Alex bent over the couch, Carl pounding into him from behind, the slap of skin on skin filling the house. Carl came again, pulling out to shoot ropes across Alex's back, the release shorter but still intense. Alex shuddered, his prostate milked perfectly, experiencing his first hands-free orgasm—a deep, internal wave that left him trembling but no cum yet.
In the kitchen, Alex on the counter, legs wrapped around Carl's waist, they went missionary-style, Carl's strokes deep and deliberate. Sweat dripped from Carl's brow as he hit that spot over and over, making Alex cry out. Another climax for Carl, this time inside, filling Alex with warmth. Alex's second hands-free hit, his body clenching rhythmically around Carl.
The office next—Alex on his knees again, but this time riding reverse cowgirl on the desk chair, papers scattering. Carl's hands roamed Alex's chest, pinching nipples as they fucked. Orgasm number four for Carl, explosive and vocal.
Finally, back to the bedroom after nearly two hours, exhausted but insatiable. They spooned, Carl entering from behind, slow and sensual now. Alex stroked himself lazily, but as Carl built to his fifth and final cum—the longest yet, grinding deep for what felt like minutes, flooding Alex once more—Alex lost it. His own release hit like a tidal wave, hands-free no longer; he blew his load all over his stomach and chest, more cum than he'd ever produced, thick white streaks painting his skin in ropes that seemed endless.
They collapsed, breathless, tangled in sheets. "That was... unreal," Carl murmured, tracing patterns in the mess on Alex's abs.
Alex just grinned, the house cleaner turned unexpected lover, wondering if this was a one-time thing or if he'd be cleaning more than just the bathrooms.
