Free Love in La Terraza by Ethan Day Page B

“Some watchdog you’d make.”
    Henry stood in front of the closet which had a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts hanging inside along with a pair of shoes and random undergarments sitting atop the shelf. A large tool box was on the closet floor next to a crow bar.
    “I’m outta here.” Cain spun around and headed for the front door with Henry laughing at his heels on the way out.
    “You act like you don’t wanna look inside?” Henry asked, his voice laced with ornery.
    Cain stood in the hall just outside the door, shaking off the chills. “Let’s go before your nosiness gets us impaled by Satan’s miscreant.”
    “You’re the one renting to him,” Henry reminded him as Cain locked the door.
    “Come on, smarty pants.” Cain grabbed the man by the arm, dragging him away from the door. “Let’s finish up this tour so I can find something more useful you can do with that mouth of yours.”
    Henry’s laugh radiated through his body, instantly making him feel more at ease as they headed for the door at the end of the hall.
    They went through the attic so Henry could take a look at the construction, getting an idea of how the place had been put together before heading to the cellar. Much to Cain’s dismay, they discovered Ruth’s pipes were indeed leaking, in several places no less. Henry seemed to note the look of despair on Cain’s face because he offered to help him fix it.
    “I’m not an expert mind you, but I put in some time working construction in my day. If it’s nothing major, we might be able to do it ourselves.”
    Henry’s offer elicited a bear hug from Cain that nearly knocked the man over.
    “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Cain said, kissing him before he could get another word out. “You help me with my pipes and I’ll totally tend to yours later.”
    That had Henry grinning, but Cain didn’t give him much time to ponder the possibilities before he dragged the man back out of the cellar so they could go purchase supplies.
    * * * *
    It was nearly nine at night before they’d finished replacing the bad pipe, the multiple T-fittings and brackets, but it was done, and all for less than thirty bucks, which had Cain euphoric.
    Henry on the other hand seemed a little worse for the wear. The wife beater he wore was soaked through with sweat under the arms and around the center of his chest and back. Cain wasn’t complaining, though Henry was slightly grumbly.
    They’d stopped by his hotel room and picked up a few changes of clothes on their way to the home improvement center since Cain had invited him to stay the rest of the weekend if he liked.
    Apparently, Henry liked.
    Cain did as well. He very much liked the way the big, beefy man looked in the beat-up pair of jeans. Henry’s hair was damp around his face, and he ran his fingers back through it, getting it off his forehead. He removed the leather tool belt Cain had lent him, laying it on the kitchen counter before getting himself a large glass of water.
    As Cain watched the man guzzling it down, he couldn’t help but think Henry looked primed and ready to walk onto a plumber-themed porn set and lay some thick beefy pipe of his own.
    Henry was visibly startled when he turned to find Cain standing right behind him.
    “Jeez, scared the shit…” Henry watched Cain drop to his knees, “…outta me.”
    Cain smiled, doing his very best to seem innocent, despite the fact he was currently unfastening Henry’s belt and jeans, which fell around Henry’s ankles. Cain moaned seductively as he shoved his nose into Henry’s brief-covered crotch and inhaled deeply. He all but ripped the man’s underwear down, wasting no time before licking and sucking each sweaty ball into his mouth one at a time and getting off on the salty-sweet tang combined with the musky scent of man sweat.
    Henry’s dick was only about half hard when Cain sucked him all the way into the back of his throat.
    He wasn’t half hard for long.
    As far as payment for