Backed Up
By: Giantguy
“We’ll send somebody right over.”
“You damn well better, what the hell am I paying rent for?”
Jay slammed down the phone. He was naked, still dripping
wet. He’d only been in the shower for a few minutes when the
drain began to back up, spewing black crud. Dammit, he
thought, in the new apartment for less than a month and
already things are going to hell.
He went back into the bathroom, taking a minute to examine
himself in the mirror. The workouts were really paying off –
he was starting to add some muscle on to his slim 5’9 frame.
He combed his lank brown hair back off his forehead, just as
there was a pounding on the front door. He grabbed his
bathrobe, throwing it on quickly as he went to the door.
Probably just the manager, here to take a look before calling
a plumber.
Jay opened the door. Standing there in scuffed jeans and a
ripped t-shirt was the kid Jay had seen around the complex,
painting, cleaning out the pool drains, working on the busted
washer in the laundry room – what the hell was his name
again?
“Greg. You got a problem?” the kid grunted. He looked to be
early 20s -- he towered over Jay, 6’4 or 6’5 and easily 230
pounds of muscle. Greg looked down at Jay. “You called...?
They paged me...” Jay blinked and stepped back.
“Yeah, yeah. That was fast... shower is backed up.”
Greg followed Jay back to the bathroom, shaking his head when
he saw the shower stall. “Happens a lot – pipes are crappy.
Gonna have to snake it.” He set the toolbox down with a
crash, flipping through it.
“The hot water has been screwy too – might want to check that
while you’re at it,” Jay added. “You qualified to be doing
this?”
Greg just grunted, starting to feed the cable down the drain.
Jay stood, arms folded, crowded into the tiny bathroom
looking over Greg’s shoulder. He frowned – this kid probably
didn’t know what the hell he was doing – better keep an eye
on him so he didn’t fuck it up any worse than it already was.
Greg kept working steadily, his breathing echoing in the
small space. The water began to drain out, gurgling as it
went. He kept at it, the muscles of his wide back shifting
under his thin T-shirt. “You gonna stand there and watch me
all day man?”
“Is it going to take you all day? You have a problem with me
watching? Making sure you do it right?”
“Listen man, I don’t need anybody riding my ass.”
Jay felt himself sweating a little under his robe. No dumb
jock was going to talk to him like that. “No, you listen. I
know your type. You bet I’ll ride your ass.”
Greg just grunted again. “If you say so...”
Jay smirked. You just had to tell these dumbasses who was in
charge. He looked down at Greg, down on his haunches,
pulling the cable back up out of the drain. His jeans were
sliding down over the top of his ass, revealing muscled
glutes and the top of his deep buttcrack. Jay chuckled a
little – typical plumber crack. This kid wasn’t even wearing
any underwear. Trash.
Greg stood up, turning the hot water tap in the shower. A
thin stream trickled out of the shower head.
“See, what did I tell you? Barely any hot water, even if I
crank it open all the way.” Jay said, almost backed up
against the wall as Greg moved around. Greg leaned down to
pick up a wrench, and Jay could again see his glutes moving
against each other, the jeans sliding a little further down.
Without warning Greg slammed the heavy wrench against the hot
water knob. There was a clank, and suddenly water sprayed
out from the shower head and the tap, drenching Greg and
splashing Jay. Jay jumped back a little, knocking the door
closed, the small shower space beginning to fill with steam
as the water heated up.
“Damn!” Greg muttered. His jeans were soaked completely.
“Oh, great.” Jay snapped. “Look what you did, dumbshit.”
Greg just shrugged, unbuckling his belt and kicking his worn
sneakers off. Jay blinked as the steam started to rise.
“What the hell are you doing now?”
“Just chill, man, I got it under control.” Greg dropped the
loose jeans and stepped out of them, naked except for his
soaked t-shirt. Jay could see Greg’s cock hanging thick and
fat – fuck, that had to be five or six inches soft – as Greg
stepped into the shower stall, wrestling with the tap. The
water only sprayed with greater force, clouds of steam
billowing out.
“You’re gonna fucking scald yourself,” Jay said as Greg
hammered away at the tap. Jay could feel the heat of the
water intensifying, but it didn’t seem to be affecting Greg.
Jay could see his wide back, narrowing in a V down to his
hips, the muscles of his glutes and legs flexing as he braced
himself on the tile. His skin was flushing, turning red, but
he didn’t flinch as the water grew hotter. Jay felt water
against his feet – the drain had stopped again, and water was
splashing up over the shallow shower basin, covering the
floor. Jay yanked at the door, but the knob seemed jammed –
he couldn’t get a grip on the slick metal.
Greg raised his wrench, and knocked it against the
showerhead. The head cracked off, and water roared out like
a firehose, pounding out with extreme force, thudding against
Greg’s chest.
“What the FUCK are you doing?” Jay shouted. This asshole was
going to flood the entire place. He turned back to try the
door again, and slipped in the water, cracking his head
against the wall.
He saw only black for a second, and then opened his eyes. He
was sprawled on his back, his bathrobe open, now soaked with
the water that was steadily rising, sloshing out of the
shower. Greg was still standing under the thundering stream
of water, grunting as it pounded against him.
“TOLD YOU somebody needed to ride your ass, you dumb fuck!”
Jay said as he struggled to sit up, caught in the weight of
his soaked robe. Greg turned to face him. Jay’s mouth
dropped open. Greg’s cock was swollen to its full size,
jutting up from his crotch a good ten inches.
“Yeah, you did say that, didn’t ya...” Greg leered, stepping
out of the stall, standing over Jay, his feet planted on
either side of Jay’s legs.
“You gonna help me up, asshole?” Jay slipped again in the
water. Greg said nothing, but just lowered himself down to a
squat, his powerful quads flexing. Greg reached out, one
hand braced against the wall, the other on the sink. He
lowered himself further, his ass settling on Jay’s feet.
“What the...” Jay didn’t finish the question, as Greg closed
his eyes and pushed himself down. Jay felt a warm wetness
surrounding his feet, sliding down from his toes to his
ankles. Water dripped down into his eyes – he wiped it away
as he felt Greg lower himself to the floor, sloshing in the
water. Greg spread his legs and grunted. Jay felt himself
pulled forward. He looked again, blinking in disbelief. His
feet had disappeared between Greg’s legs... firmly planted up
Greg’s ass, which was stretching wider and wider, wrapped
tightly around Jay’s calves.
Greg spread his legs a little wider and heaved again. Jay
watched as his legs slid a little deeper into Greg’s ass. He
tried to grab on to something, to get a handhold, but he
couldn’t get a grip on the slick wet tile.
Greg was starting to pant with effort, as the water continued
to spray out of the broken showerhead, filling the room with
steam. “You... ready ... to ... fuckin... ride my ass ...?”
Greg groaned and flexed, pulling Jay deeper. Jay’s crotch
was approaching Greg’s stretched sphincter, his cock
underneath the weight of Greg’s massive ballsack, Greg’s cock
still pointing upward like a spear. Jay wriggled and
squirmed, feeling his dick getting hard in spite of himself –
what the fuck was happening? This kid was slowly sucking him
up his ass – how the hell -- ?
Greg roared again, straining, and Jay was pulled deeper, his
hips sliding into Greg’s muscular ass, his dick now fully
hard, enveloped by the wet slick lining of Greg’s insides.
Greg was rhythmically flexing his glutes now, working Jay
slowly up his ass. Jay felt Greg’s butthole sliding up his
waist to his ribcage... the lower part of his body wrapped in
hot, wet tightness. Jay tried to loosen the grip of the
muscular ring that was engulfing him, but he only succeeded
in getting his hands caught.
Jay was sputtering as water dripped into his face, splashing
from all sides. Greg was grunting, pulling him deeper and
deeper. Jay found himself immersed up to the shoulders,
approaching Greg’s crotch, where his cock jerked and flexed
with Greg’s exertions. Greg braced himself again and heaved,
sighing as his sphincter slid up over Jay’s shoulders,
narrowing and gripping his neck. Greg’s nutsack filled Jay’s
vision, pressing against his chin, full, firm and huge. Jay
struggled for breath, feeling Greg’s interior muscles working
against him, constricting his chest.
“Whaa ... whaat are you .... what are you doing ... ?”
Jay managed to pant. Greg just looked down between his legs,
where Jay’s head protruded from his spasming butthole.
“You fuckers are all alike ... just a fuckin’ pain in my ass
man...” Greg grinned. “Get ready to ride my ass, fucker...”
Greg leaned back. He always enjoyed the extreme feeling of
fullness just before he pulled someone in all the way. He
ignored Jay’s panicked pleas, and started a slow flex,
groaning as he made one last demand of his overexerted
muscles... he felt Jay’s head slowly, slowly, slowly being
sucked in between his cheeks ... he leaned back further on
his hands, pushing up on his legs so we was almost doing a
backbend, dizzy with pleasure as he strained... he felt Jay
lodged between his asscheeks, working his glutes around Jay’s
head, feeling him slip deeper in ... he thrust his crotch
forward, his cockhead flexing, a thick wad of cum blasting
out as he felt his asshole slowly close over Jay’s head,
engulfing him entirely... he moaned as his dick erupted,
feeling Jay squirm inside him, trying to struggle, trapped.
He lay back as the water sprayed all around him, his body
superheated past the temperature of the water, his metabolism
racing, beginning to absorb the incredible bulk he had pulled
in to his body...
...
“So Greg – you take care of that asshole in apartment 89?
He’s been calling up with some fucking complaint every
fucking day.”
Greg set his toolbox down, wiping his brow off as he grinned
at the maintenance manager. “Aw, don’t think he’ll be
bugging us again.”
“What the hell was the matter this time?”
Greg sat down, putting his feet up and enjoying the buzzed
feeling he always had after a job well done. “Just the
usual... just a little clog I had to take care of.”
He grinned.