I came home a little early and I walked to the back to see how the painters were doing. I happened to stumble onto quite a scene. They had both stripped down and the boss’s cock was deep down the helper’s throat. When the boss saw that my surprise lingered and wasn’t followed by anger he decided to take control of the situation. He told his helper not to stop, and he didn’t.
"We’re just takin a break, we’ll get back to it in just a minute."
"You gonna rat us out or are you gonna stay and watch boy?"
I think I’d like to stay.
"You want a taste?"
His helper stood aside for a moment and I took the burly painter’s cock into my mouth. He was already pretty close. Shortly after I began he dumped his seed down into my belly. Now it was my turn to take control.
"Damn, you’ve done that before, haven’t you boy?"
Yup, I do it all the time.
"So I guess you’re not mad at us."
Mad? No. I’m just trying to decide which one of you I’m gonna fuck.
"Well he’s the bottom."
In that case I want to fuck you. Oh, and one other thing, I’ll pay you guys double if you don’t put your clothes back on.
"You got it."