Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 12:28:53 -0600
From: Rob Bass <robbass.fraternity@gmail.com>
Subject: The Leaky Sink

Below is a story taken from my book Sexploits 6 - Tales from the
Motel which can be found in Kindle format at Amazon.com. You can
also do a search of Rob Bass to find these books as well or go to
robbassbooks.blogspot.com.

Lastly, this story has unsafe sex which is allowed in the fake
world. As for you, don't be stupid.

Rob Bass


The Leaky Pipe

My name is Gil Walker and I'm working in the only exclusively gay
motel in Las Vegas.
It's an old small motel off the strip near Fremont Street, the
series of hotels and casinos where it all started.
The place I'm working at is an old two story square motel with a
giant hollow center where the swimming pool and outdoor area
fills the middle up.
The place has a good sized nightclub that's fairly popular, but
for the most part the motel is a bit of a dump and that's why I'm
here.
The owners have already finished refurbishing the public rooms,
restaurant, registration, a nice fitness center and a large area
we call the Cave where you can find happiness or at least a hard
dick and hot ass, especially when the nightclub heats up late at
night.

Me and my crew of two other guys, PJ and Carlos are working room
by room to renovate the motel and our deal is we do the
renovation in the morning then in the afternoon either work on
the outside or some other maintenance task that needs done, and
there's a lot of work that needs to be done around here
especially as the old rooms are falling apart before we can get
to them.
We're not paid very well although we do get our own rooms for
free and we're often forced to halt our rehab work due to lack of
funds, and while it irritates the hell out of me, I put up with
it for one major reason.

I, as well as PJ and Carlos are major sex whores.
So working in a hundred room motel with a continually renewed
stream of manmeat is heaven for us and we take full advantage of
it.

I'm six foot tall, two hundred pounds with single digits of body
fat which means I'm muscular as all get out.
From the neck up I guess I'm okay looking with gray eyes, almost
black shaggy hair and normally a couple days growth of beard.
People say it's a sexy look on me but honestly it's mostly `cause
I'm too lazy to shave every day.
Thick neck, slightly sloping traps point to one of my more
noticeable traits, my arms. At two hundred pounds I'm a good size
but my bi's and triceps are blown out of proportion, with people
frequently and not too imaginatively calling me Popeye.
Big chest with a shelf leading down to a nice six pak. I have
such a high metabolism that if I don't pack a lot of food in,
I'll wake up the next morning and my cuts show off as profound
trenches as well as a deep canyon showing between my pecs. It
usually takes a few days of hard eating before they revert back
to the easy six pak I usually sport.
Adonis belt points down to a tight waist, big dick and beefy
muscle butt.

I'm built for sex, so that means no hair except maybe a little
smattering above my rod if I don't decide to shave it completely
and I have thick, hairy beefy legs supporting my big frame.
The other noticeable trait is my headlights. Curving around my
chest my areolas are a little bigger than quarter sized housing
fat, juicy nubs pointing down about a forty-five degree angle.
They look abused because they have been, as well as continue to
be abused by stud after stud.
 I once had a lover who realizing how sensitive my nips were
played hard with them graduating to clamps, suction cups and
weights over the years often bringing me to orgasm only with
nipple play. The result is now thick round bullets attracting
queers like flies to honey.
Lastly I have a killer sex drive that oftentimes drives me crazy.

My guy Carlos, with his hot hulking body and handsome, almost
boyish face is a submissive bottom who wants to be abused, and PJ
is my height, but shoulders way, way wider displaying his big
bodybuilder frame, who is also into rough sex preferring to be
bottom to as many men as possible and in my case?
Anything, anywhere, anytime, as long as there is plenty of it,
which is why I like living and working at this wall to wall joint
of vacationing and partying horny homos.

There's a good chance another reason I have no problem getting
laid has something to do with what we wear around the motel which
is very little.
A real good reason for wearing little is because we're working in
very hot Las Vegas and not just working, but doing construction
and the second is because I don't want to be bothered with doing
a ton of freaking laundry all the time with the third reason
being the most important which naturally is our wish to attract
horny men.
We had a designer dude in here a couple months ago who played
with PJ, and in gratitude for a very hot mind blowing weekend,
made some custom shorts for each of us.

At first glance they look like painters pants made into shorts
with the loop and slim pocket on one side and on the other side
is an extra pocket for screws or whatever.
Closer inspection would show they're about halfway to the knee
revealing a lot of leg, with slightly loose legs so if my dick is
hard or even plump its visibly pushing out, as well as a really
low waist practically resting on top of my stalk.
For the first week or two when we got the new shorts, the rough
cotton and sexy cut made me hard all the time since we all go
commando, but I don't even think about it that much any more
unless someone hot walks by.

Work boots and thick socks make up what my crew normally wears,
with a cheap, body hugging tank top if the weather is too cool or
if I need to leave the motel and if it gets even cooler, I throw
over a sleeveless hoodie usually unzipped.
The tops will barely make it to the top of my shorts, so any time
I lift my brawny arm, I'm still flashing my six pak wherever I
go.
During the day I'm working my ass off, so I really don't give a
damn how I look, and if I do get lucky and draw some interest
from some guy at the hardware store, it's all good.
I have other clothes for when I go out, but I'm wearing these
clothes the vast majority of the time and the guests around the
pool or motel seem to enjoy the scenery, so why the hell not?

We've completed about a third of the rooms in the motel so far,
where we go down to the studs refurbishing everything, but the
rest of the rooms are rapidly dying and we're doing what we can
to keep them in shape so the owners can rent them out, make some
money and pay for more rooms to get rehabbed, so its in our
interests to ensure the old rooms are at least habitable.

I was heading back to room two-fourteen which had a leaky sink.
The cold water hose underneath had a big break in it so the water
had been pouring out when I arrived, so after a quick valve turn
off and throwing every towel in the room down to soak up the
water, I went back to our supply room to get a new hose and tools
needed to change it out.
No big deal as long as the pipes didn't crumble when I loosened
things up which has happened a few times already, but I've
patched things up as cheaply as possible until we can make it
over and completely rehab the room.
Flat on my back on a soggy carpet I was chuckling at what had
been going on when I first got the call.

PJ had disappeared for awhile earlier while Carlos and I were
planting some new bushes when the big slut came back with a mile
wide grin and smelling of sex.
I may be their boss, but both guys give me a hundred percent and
work long hours so a quick dick break doesn't bother me
especially since I'm prone to it myself on occasion.
"Ah boss I need you for a second."
I left Carlos to finish up and we walked over to the pool area.
There's a bunch of tables around the pool as well as lounge
chairs and the standard comment of `step into my office'
typically means us making it over to one of the tables out here.

Wrapping one of his massive arms over my shoulder, Peej steered
me over to two bears lounging in their suits as he whispered in
my ear, "Remember those two guys I did last night, they're more
your type, so I wanted to introduce you."
I shook my head; PJ is open about everything, especially his sex
life, often regaling us with his previous evening activities and
while I'm as big of a slut as he is, I'm just not big on talking
about it, which was something that cracked my guys up.
"Adam, the bigger bear is pretty much bottom which is a shame
since his dick is huge and Ed goes both ways but it's a safe bet
his legs will spread when he gets a view of your meat."
PJ knows I'm thinking TMI right now, and relishes making me
squirm.
I may be PJ and Carlos' boss, but a three man crew means we work
closely besides each other and I'm not big on the boss thing much
anyway, even if that's what they insist on calling me most of the
time.

We made it over to the bears with PJ's arm still around my
shoulders probably making sure I don't bolt although unlikely
since both Adam and Ed were hot looking guys and I had nothing
going on tonight. Trim beards, hairy and burly, stomachs more
rounded, but not too much so.
"Hey guys this is my boss who I was talking about last night.
Gil, meet Adam and Ed. Adam and Ed, Gil."
I was let go by PJ to shake hands but the arm came back over my
shoulder after I straightened up, almost reaching further over
with his hand on my chest absentmindedly flicking his thumbnail
over my distended nipple.
They've been abused over the years, so they're fairly prominent
even soft and really sensitive and a couple of flicks had my nips
hard, drawing attention to them while forcing me to concentrate
on stifling any moans.
PJ and I have played before and the big stud knew exactly what he
was doing.

"Gil, I understand these guys are from around Chicago and you
guys said you live there right?"
"Oak Park."
Was Adam's reply as I mentioned the North side of Chicago.
We talked a bit about Chicago as PJ's sweat and sex smell was
stimulating me, as well as getting electric bolts from my jostled
nipples shooting down to my rod and rosebud.
I refused to look down, but it was a safe bet I was hardening up
in my thin shorts.
"I told these studs about George's and what a great restaurant it
is, and how it's not too far from here. But honestly I think you
should go with a local to get the best treatment. George's is
like that. Right boss?"
My buddy was casually chatting away as he persisted in making me
crazy as the fucker set me up on a date.

"There you are, bothering our guests as usual. We have a serious
water leak in Room two-fourteen;" Brian, the evening manager,
marching up and beginning with one of his favorite whines. He
didn't like us `construction muscleheads' and while we tolerated
his bitchiness the feeling was fairly mutual.
We've been doing the additional maintenance more as a favor to
the owners, but Brian treated it as another example of our
slothful ways if anything went down in this rapidly decaying
building.
"Plumbing's yours boss, but why don't I get the details from
Countess Brian here," leaving the three of us and wrapping his
big arm around Brian's trim shoulders leading him away.
I couldn't help but chuckle, since Brian hated easy going body
builder PJ the worst and right now he had a massive, sweaty,
stinky arm plastered against his impeccable starched, ironed
shirt.
Gotta love my buddy Peej.

"PJ is subtle isn't he?" bringing me back to Adam and Ed since it
was Ed who made the comment which cracked me up.
"Honestly guys, for PJ, this introduction was subtle. I've had
nights where Peej has hauled someone over telling us he thought
we should go to a room and fuck each others lights out explaining
the compatibility of each persons physical assets in great
detail, so yeah this was subtle for the big dude;" Making all
three of us laugh.
His introduction worked of course, and I would be meeting Adam
and Ed at seven in the lobby to take them over to George's for
dinner.

A few minutes later, I was bending down in the supply room
reaching for a new hose that I'd be exchanging when I felt a hard
body pressed against my ass.
"So?"
Looking up to seeing a shit eating grin on my buddy's face.
"Yeah, it's a leak. I need to replace the hose and we should be
good for awhile;" knowing damn well that wasn't what he was
asking.
"Funny boss. I have no problem going back to the pool and getting
all the details from Adam and Ed. Of course I'll probably have to
sit down and mention your big fat dick, although I think they
have a pretty good idea since you were showing your assets in
front of them earlier, but I'm sure they should know how
sensitive those hot nips of yours are and what an all night slut
you can be if they abuse those bad boys right;" giving a light
twist of my nubs.
I shook my head grinning, you can't win with the guy.
"Yeah, we're doing dinner."
"Doing them later you mean."
"Asshole." As I headed out the door.
"That's pimp asshole to you boss;" cracking us both up.

I was finished taping up the second set of threads happy the old
pipes hadn't fallen apart when I started unscrewing everything
and I was on my back underneath the sink still thinking about the
potential play tonight with the two bears when I heard an `Oh My
God!'
Looking over to see a nice pair of legs and the bottom of a pair
of board trunks.
Shimmying out a ways to see who it was, I nodded at a good
looking slim twenty something with board shorts riding low over a
taut stomach. He was beginning to sport wood and it was looking
like the dude was possessing a monster.
"Sorry to startle you, I'm maintenance taking care of your sink."
Giving me a cute smile, "I gathered that, I've even seen you
around, but seeing you here in my room looking like that is like
a porn story or something."
His trunks were pushing out and the dude was definitely packing.

Smiling I looked at him.
"Not even close. See if this was a porn story, I'd be screwing in
the last of the hose in, reaching to grab my wrench finding it
too far away and the hot guest with just a towel wrapped around
him would want to be helpful and retrieve the wrench for me and
standing over my body hand it back to me or something like that,
don't ya think?"
Still grinning, I took my wrench and tossed it a couple feet
away, giving him a long look to make sure he got the point then
heading back underneath to finish my job and I could hear shorts
being flung off, then a `Damn!'
Shimmying back out the dude was naked at full mast showing a
humongous baseball bat.
Damn the dude was extra, extra large.
"Uh, there's no dry towels;" and I tried to hide my grin since I
knew that already.
"Dang it, well I still need my wrench;" cute stud dived for it
walking over and handing it to me without thinking.
I had leaned back under so he had to kneel down and when I went
to grab the wrench instead getting a big handful of meat.
Shimmying back out so my face was about three inches from his one
eyed monster I looked up smiling, "Uh sorry about that."
Jerking his huge boner a bit, "I'm so embarrassed at my mistake.
Would there possibly be some way I can make it up to you?"
wiggling my eyebrows which cut the sexy guy up.
Okay it was a porn story with bad dialogue.
Regaining his composure, "Well," still trying to not giggle, "I
think it's rude that you have more clothes on then I do."
I smiled, "Let me tighten the hose up and how about you decide
how we can even the score."

I went under feeling a boot being untied then pulled off along
with my sock, then the other one and I had everything tightened
up and was turning the water back on when my shorts were
unbuttoned, unzipped and lifting my ass to make it easy for him,
stripped of my final piece of clothing as the stud worked my
shorts down my legs.
Done here, I shimmied out to see him frozen except for the eyes
taking in my body while I stood up, turned my back to him turning
the tap on, then bending way over to make sure there were no
leaks under the sink.
I could have crouched, but I knew this would be a better view for
the stud and even finding everything dry I stayed in this
position for a few more moments.

My ass is pure muscle so in this position, the massively dicked
stud was getting a view of slightly spread cheeks with a fully
exposed pink, round rosebud winking an invitation to his heavy
tool.
"Oh fuck," as the dude dived in, tongue lapping first my crack
then assaulting my hole.
I'm clean, I always am except for any sweat that's been trickling
down all day and maybe someone else's jizz inside me, but today
it was only a lot of man sweat which considering the way the stud
was chowing down, he apparently had no problem with all that
moisture around my hole.

PJ saying how I turn into a major slut when someone plays with my
nips is all true, but its nothing compared to a good rimjob.
My sphincter loves a tongue working it over and with a good one
I'll be begging for big mancock all night long and I pulled
forward removing our contact to turn and pull the lightly muscled
sexy guy up giving him a big kiss.
"Dude I'd really like the baseball bat of yours inside me."
"Wow, seriously?"
Pulling on his big meat a little more.
"More than one load would even be nice too."
"Then you better quit touching me then."
I laughed smiling at the cute hunk. Picking him up and tossing
him over my shoulder I got a squawk as I tossed him on the bed
noticing there was lube on the table nearby and I drowned his
monster climbing over him to set his enormous head at my opening.
"Hold on stud. In case you haven't noticed you're rather large to
take even for someone like me."
Starting to push down, "Let me get your beast in my way, then
you'll be able to fuck me any way you want."
Which got the stud so excited he starting moaning, instinctively
shoving up just as my sphincter opened up making him bury about
half of his thick telephone pole down my chute.
"Geezus!"
"Sorry."
Which sounded so pathetic we both were laughing making me relax
so I finished traveling the long distance down his rod filling me
up to the hilt hearing a whimper.

"I'm not gonna be able to,."
Leaning down about an inch from his face, "Fire away stud."
I continued leaning further for a deep passionate kiss as he
heaved a huge intake of breath, letting out a colossal groan as
his dick swelled even more as hot shots of liquid started pumping
in my tunnel coating my insides as he persistently whimpered
around our kiss.
I was moving my butt around a little bit still adjusting to the
invasion of his colossus as well as the massive load of cream
filling me up and the young stud proved his mettle by only
slightly softening before firming back up as he responded to my
movements by shifting his own hips in counterpoint to mine
getting a little more travel distance for his lengthy tool.
"Feels good. How do you like to do it?"
Still moving, "Uh honestly, I don't usually have much choice
since there's not too many guys willing to take me."
Chuckling and moving up a bit more to get even more traveling of
his super shaft in and out of me.
"It should be obvious by now stud; I'm one of them that can, so
I'm ready for any position you want, as hard as you want."
"Oh God."
I was grinning, he seems to be praying to the man upstairs an
awful lot and I squeezed my ass making him groan to make it clear
his prayers have been answered.

At his direction I ended up on my back with my ass hanging over
the side of the bed as his monster manmeat made the long trip
back inside me and gathering speed his hands were placed next to
my chest with my legs around his hips as the dude began power
stroking his long pipe in my hole making both of us groan in
pleasure.
Shifting his hands he lost his balance, accidently brushing a
nail roughly against one of my bloated nips eliciting a loud
whimper from me which attracted his interest while continuing to
fuck my stretched out ass and noticing my large bullets for the
first time he toyed with them as I did my best to control my
moaning lost in the nipple play and his thick dick pounding my
prostate as well as going deep into my cavern.
Losing to the pleasure I growled out a `fuuuuck me' without
thinking, the stud finally got the message that he had the upper
hand so he flipped me over to seriously jackhammer my hole with
long deep strokes as I gave up any idea of control, begging for
his huge meat to pound me harder and faster feeling a second load
flooding my ass lubricating his monster which made me want even
more.
The big stud barely paused to roll me back over again with me in
the middle of his bed legs held wide spread as the hot guy now on
his knees relentlessly assaulted my ass with his fat engorged
pole.
The dude may not get to do it often but he was making up for lost
time as he'd alternated between tight quick strokes to long rams
down my tunnel.

Looking up I saw an evil look in his eye and placing a hand on my
shoulder to hold me in place he came down to return chowing down
on my puffed up nubs making my back arch in pleasure/pain. That's
all it took when his other hand reached down to grab my rock hard
meat jerking it once forcing me to let out a low growl which got
louder as I could feel my jizz making its way out of my balls,
through my shaft firing out first on my upper chest relentlessly
raining down on my cut abs as I heard a "Gawddamn" knowing my
sphincter was clinching his enormous manhood as I felt another
hot stream flooding in my guts as I continued to shoot ropes of
thick spooge over the two of us.

After our explosions subsided, the stud pulled out and flopped
over on his back breathing heavy where I got up, putting my
shorts and boots along with grabbing my tools and all his wet
towels I came back over, giving him a kiss as he remained flat on
his back arms spread out still breathing heavy.
Grinning, "Thanks stud, I'll find my way out" to run into PJ who
taking an audible sniff looked at me with a wide smile on his
face.
"Anything I should know?"
Tossing the towels in a maid's closet I grabbed a big stack of
clean towels tossing them in PJ's arms as he looked at me
curious.
"Maybe not your type normally, but size does matter stud," making
him whoop and grin wiggling his big muscle butt as he headed to
room 214.

I had a great dinner with Adam and Ed making it back to their
room to fuck the two studs' silly. Taking a break at one point
the two had me flat on my back as they took their turn chewing on
my already slightly sore giant nips until they were even more
swollen, hard and dripping with their saliva as I groaned and
writhed underneath them for who knows how long.
The lovers also went to town on my leaking cock and hole showing
me these guys knew their way around a man's body as I later
rewarded them with hanging their asses off the bed as I pounded
each of their holes over and over that night.

I made it back to my room about midnight still hungry for
something when I decided to wrap a towel around my naked body and
walked around the building ending up in front of a certain door
and knocking.
Moment's later cute stud opened up in boxers and sleepy eyes.
Pulling my towel off I held it out as if to hand it to him.
"I told you I'd come back with dry towels."
Looking a little helpless, "your ah co-worker delivered them
earlier."
You could see by his expression PJ had scored.
"So? Can't a man always use more towels?"
"Oh God, stud," running a tentative hand up my chest touching one
of my nips that was bloated and sensitive thanks to Adam and Ed'
abuse making my cock jerk.
"I just don't know if I can."

Grinning, "I'll make you a deal. If I can get it up, I get to
play with it,'" startled at the proposition he barked out a
disbelieving laugh.
"Fuuuuck, come in then;" Being at least willing to give it a try.
He was young, so the monster did rise from the dead more than
once that night and I got to play with it as promised, although
he did toss me out about three hours later begging for me and
everyone else to leave him alone.

Laughing I agreed. I just didn't say how long I would.
Earlier, I had checked on two-fourteen and cute stud with the
monster cock to find out he was going to be here for the rest of
the week. Between Peej and I, we'll probably cripple the stud.