Trevor Brooks and JC Hunt star in a steamy gay fantasy about a hot plumber and his client indulging in their primal, carnal desires. Well, blue collar guys are often sexy and become the object of gay desire, so it’s no surprise to see the plumber plot once again.
Trevor Brooks stood in front of his kitchen sink, the clogged pipes, an unwelcome obstacle to his daily routine. In need of assistance, Trevor dialed the number for a local plumbing service and hoped for a swift resolution. His call was answered by a man with a voice as rough and rugged as sandpaper. It was the voice of JC Hunt, the plumber who would soon be on Trevor’s doorstep. Little did Trevor know; this seemingly mundane encounter would soon spiral into a whirlwind of primal lust and carnal desire.
JC arrived promptly at Trevor’s doorstep, his burly figure, a stark contrast against the pristine, white doorframe. Trevor felt his heart skip a beat as he took in JC’s muscular physique. JC carried himself with an air of self-assured masculinity that left Trevor powerless to resist.
As JC entered the kitchen, he couldn’t help but notice Trevor’s lingering gaze. With a sly grin, Trevor decided to seize the opportunity before him. He began to strip, his clothes falling away like the layers of a carefully constructed facade. JC watched with rapt attention as Trevor exposed himself, his gaze locked on the tantalizing sight before him. He felt his resolve crumble as the last shred of propriety fell away. With a growl of surrender, JC abandoned his attempts at maintaining a professional demeanor and allowed the surge of desire to consume him.
The two men collided in a tangle of limbs and lips, their hands exploring one another with an urgency that bordered on frenzy. Their mouths met in a sloppy, passionate kiss-lips parting, tongues dueling, breath mingling in a dance as old as time itself. Their bodies pressed together; each man acutely aware of the hardness that throbbed between them.
As they groped one another with frantic urgency, Trevor’s hands wandered down JC’s strong back, tracing each defined muscle until he reached the waistband of JC’s work pants. With a savage yank, Trevor freed JC’s erection-an impressive length of manhood that sprang forth with eager abandon.
JC hissed in pleasure as Trevor’s hand encircled his shaft, his fingers slick with evidence of their mutual desire. He echoed the motion, reaching out to grasp Trevor’s equally impressive manhood, the two cocks pulsing in their hands as their bodies rocked together in a rhythm dictated by lust alone.
Trevor broke their kiss, his lips trailing down JC’s neck in a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses that left a trail of fire in their wake. He continued his descent, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat that was beading on JC’s skin. He knelt before his plumber-turned-paramour, his eyes locked on JC’s swollen cock as he prepared to take it into his eager mouth.
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