Draining the Pipe
Daniel, sighed as he listened to the continued clanking and cursing below. The kitchen was splattered with sprayed water that was still gushing from the broken faucet. The flow pumped out like water from a garden hose.
He rubbed his lower back where it was tender. It was going to be a bruise, a faucet-shaped bruise that had occurred moments earlier when Jack had spread Daniel’s legs, pushed himself in deep while pounding Daniel up against the sink. There had been the moment of fire and heaving thrusts and then [snap]…water had burst out and up and the moment was lost.
He gazed down over his still presently unsated cock, then lower. At his feet, wearing soaked boxers, the outline of a very fit body visible through them, Jack’s head and shoulders disappeared under the sink, his lower body hanging out and over the soaked floor. Daniel frowned as his eyes trailed down Jack’s tone body, stopping below the boxer rim. There was no movement, no happy bulge; Jack had apparently lost his enthusiasm. The moment did seem utterly lost… not good.
The serenade of explicitives carried on from under the sink accompanied by more clanking. The sink was overflowing and water was cascading down onto Jack’s chest, and then rolling down to pool in his belly button. Daniel watched as it filled the small pit then overflowed off both sides of Jack’s waist. A shift in the legs on the floor, another chorus of the x-rated serenade, and Daniel rubbed himself as he watched the channel of water drip down under the lip of Jack’s boxers. He was wet. Jack was wet… and slick… and hot.
His eyes traveled back up Jack’s body, stopping at his nipples. They were temptingly close by one of his big toes. Maybe just a quick brush across one.
“Augh! Daniel, what the $@**!?”
“Don’t mind me; I’m just trying to keep the momentum going.”
“Momentum? What the @*&# are you talking about?”
Daniel squeezed Jack’s now perk nipples between his big toe and next digit, giving a small tug.
“Stop that! Can’t you see I’m a little busy right now? I’m in no mood to start this again!”
Daniel’s toe graced down over Jack’s body, following the channel of flowing water, passed Jack’s belly button, stopping at the split in Jack’s boxer. He maneuvered his toes into the split, squeezing the flesh within between his toes. It bounced.
“Daniel, could you not do that? There’s something else more pressing to deal with now, like the *$@#$! pouring out of this %&$@* pipe!” [clank!]
Daniel pressed his toes down on Jack’s cock, tickling it with his digits. He played with Jack’s belly button, and wet boxers. As he started stroking himself while leaning against the counter, he also stroked Jack’s now mountainous bulge with his big toe.
His toes moved back up to the rim of Jack’s boxers and slowly tugged them down over wet thighs to the knees and then passed the feet. Free of the burden of wet material, Jack’s cock bounced happily. Daniel smiled, his toes played in the hair between Jack thighs.
“Daniel, I need to focus on fixing this %#**% leaking pipe. I’m not interested in anything else at the moment. Afterwards, I swear. I’m all yours.”
Oh no, you’re mine now, thought Daniel, smiling mischievously as Jack’s body responded to his touch. The head that he couldn’t see under the sink may be stating it wasn’t interested but the body hanging outside and sprawled on the kitchen floor…open…willing… was telling him a completely different story, especially the part he was stroking with toes, and Daniel was listening, as he watched it bounce up in anticipation of being stroked again.
“Daniel, are you listening to me?”
“Oh yeah, Jack, I’m all… toes.”
“Cute. Could you please stop that? I need to think.”
Daniel stopped toeing and stepped back to take in the view—Jack’s body, naked, glistening, wet, erect, eager… tempting.
“I think I’ve got a handle on the leak. It’s slowing, but there’s a lot of pressure built up that needs to be released from the pipe. I need to drain it away before it builds to explode. I know! I need a siphon. I think I brought one back from the garage with all the other tools. Look at your feet on the floor and see if you see some piece of equipment with a suction hole with an o-ring. It may be fitted on a tube connected to a pump. I need it.”
Daniel raised his eyebrow. How could he resist?
He straddled Jack’s legs as he replied with a smirk, “Oh, I think I’ve got one for you.” And then began to slowly lower himself onto Jack’s hungry cock.
The End
