But the beautiful synchronicity of pain and pleasure began to falter as pain artlessly, perversely took center stage.  Josh started to feel the tread of Sean’s Puma rubbing him raw.  His moans turned to whimpers, and he eventually clasped his hands around the shoe and brought its movement to a halt.  Sean pulled away.

“Reality’s a bitch, isn’t she?” he finally offered. Josh panted, his red erection still throbbing valiantly in spite of his collapsing hope.  Sean looked sympathetic.  “I guess some things are better left to imagination guy, huh?”

Josh wiped his hands across his eyes. “Thanks for trying, man.  Wish I could have held up my end of the deal.” 

Sean sank to a crouch in front of the futon. “Oh, no. This isn’t over. I came for a demonstration. And a demonstration I will get.”  Josh raised his eyebrows in question. Sean grasped the head of the penis and extracted a few drops between his thumb and middle finger. He rubbed them together until his fingertips glistened. “As a septic professional,” he went on “the most common mistake I see is that people undervalue or even completely ignore what’s in their own backyard.  It might not be pretty, but it’s pretty fucking important.”  He slid his anointed hand under Josh’s balls, his heel palm squeezing them against him as his middle finger slid back to his perineum. 

Josh gulped for air as the gentle probe coursed through him.  His eyes widened as Sean’s finger glided on his own juices into his anus. Sean was leaning over him like an obstetrician trying to coax a climax into the world, his powerful arm now pushing against the underside of Josh’s rod as he foraged deeper. He smiled wickedly at Josh’s response. “You’ve been neglecting what’s in your backyard, too.  Haven’t you?”

Josh had never experienced the sensation before. It was like discovering a new flavor. A new musical note. A new color. As Sean expertly pulsed his finger inside him, his thick arm slid up and down across his aching glans. “Oh sweet Mother of God,” Josh rasped, his head bobbing on the back of the futon in an echo of Sean’s movements. “How are you doing that?”

“I told you.  I’m a backyard professional.  It’s my job to get it all pumped out.”  Josh could hear the smile of satisfaction in his voice even though he couldn’t see it, for his eyes were rolling back. Sean worked faster, pressed harder.  It was as though an immense charge was building between two electrical poles.  Josh could feel the inevitable crackle begin to arc between them—a release of so much potential energy that there was no predicting just how devastatingly it would strike. 

He drew a ragged breath, but could only manage a whisper. “I’m going to c—”  

Josh didn’t finish before the lightning unfurled. Pearlescent streaks began to dash up Sean’s arm. As Sean pulled away, more creamy bolts raced across his black polo and over his shoulder, quietly slapping the dusty basement floor.  By the time the ninth and final strike had settled across Sean’s left Puma, he was standing in stunned silence.  Josh brought himself up on his elbows, the last of the aftershocks heaving in his abdomen. His cock bobbed as if nodding humbly to a mystified audience. 

“Holy fuck,” Sean finally murmured. His own jeans were bulging at the crotch, and Josh guessed they probably had been for a while considering the dark stain they sported. Sean surveyed the ropes of semen that draped across him like wilting crepe streamers. “That sure as hell didn’t disappoint.”  

Josh’s lips quirked into a grin. “It’s called hyperspermia.  Means I produce more than most.”

“No shit.”

“I was diagnosed years ago. My grandmother made me get checked because I had wet dreams, well…pretty much every night.”  Josh felt a little sheepish, but Sean returned his gaze with an expression was of admiration. 

“That explains a lot.”  He adjusted his jeans. “And if you don’t mind my saying, it’s got my engine a little revved.”

Josh slid to the edge of the futon. “Let me help with that,” he offered. Sean stepped back, his right shoe sliding through a bead of cooling semen on the floor. 

“No.  No, I got it.”  

Josh stood, pulling his sticky boxers and jeans back in place. “No you don’t,” he said dismissively. He reached for Sean’s belt buckle. Sean stiffened and reached for his hand. 

“It’s different for me, man,” he said softly. I’m engaged. To a woman.”

Josh cocked his head innocently. “I thought you were a professional. When the system needs to be pumped, it can’t wait, right?”  The corners of Sean’s mouth twitched. 

“I mean, it can create a fuck ton of problems if you do,” he agreed, releasing Josh’s hand and letting him ease his belt through the buckle. His jeans seemed to sigh with relief as Josh unbuttoned them. He shook his head. “I don’t know about this.”  Josh parted the slot in his briefs as though opening the curtains to view the sunrise.  As his erection sprang free, he took it in his his mouth. 

“Christ almighty,” Sean groaned, casting his eyes toward the flickering fluorescent light buzzing incessantly above. “What are doing?” He laced his thick fingers through Josh’s unruly mop. Josh pulled back, a loud slurp issuing as the sticky connection between them broke. 

“No fucking clue,” Josh admitted, hooking his fingers through Sean’s belt loops. “But how hard can it be?”  He resumed. Sean looked down at him and chuckled. 

“It’s pretty fucking rock hard,” he muttered. “Oh god, I shouldn’t be doing this!” 

Josh felt somehow emboldened by the lamentation, and he redoubled his efforts, sliding back and forth feverishly on Sean’s thick manhood.  Sean began to sway his hips to the rhythm, the white heels of his red suede Puma’s rising and and falling on the cellar floor—an echo from his time behind the aerator just the evening before. “I shouldn’t be doing this!” he cried more urgently. 

Josh was utterly lost to the rhythm and the tang of Sean’s earthy taste. He was suddenly ripped from his trance when Sean yanked on his scalp and shouted, “No! Stop!”  Josh reeled back and stared in surprise as Sean seemed to teeter slightly where he stood, eyes closed and forehead dimpled in an almost meditative state. His purple cock quivered rhythmically as though from unseen clockworks.  After six seconds of utter silence, Sean issued a low grunt and a single pale surge hurled from him and sailed over the back of the futon. Josh smiled with glossy lips as Sean collapsed backward onto the battered kitchen chair. 

“Holy fuck,” he gasped.   The streak of Josh’s drying semen on his polo rose and fell with his ragged breath. His once tight bun now flopped to the side like a foundering ship. “Was that your first time doing that?”

Josh thought a moment. “Only in reality.”

They both erupted in laughter. 

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Josh was copying his hours from the shift schedule in the stockroom when the door squawked open and Gavin walked in. Josh’s eyes flitted to his feet.  It was out of habit, but he was surprised to see that the jet black Ultraboost didn’t crank him like they normal would have.  

“Hey,” he called over his shoulder as Gavin unceremoniously dropped his bag to the floor by  the file cabinets. 

“Howdy there, brother. How might we be today?” 

“Pretty alright.”  Josh felt Gavin come up behind him and look over his shoulder at the calendar. 

“Did you get the septic thing taken care of?  Did Sean come?”

Josh smiled, but didn’t look up from his paper as he scribbled out the last sequence of dates and times. “Oh, yeah. He came. Got me all squared away, too.”  He clicked the pen and offered it to Gavin.  “Thanks for calling him for me. I have him in my phone now.”  

Gavin plucked up a piece of paper and placed it on the wall next to the calendar, poised to copy shifts. “Is that right?  Is he going to have to come back?”

“Oh I plan on having him come back every three years. Like clockwork,” he added lightly.

Gavin grinned at Josh over his shoulder. “Sounds like you’re becoming quite domesticated.”

“Actually, you have no idea. I did a ton of cleaning out this weekend.”  He leaned against the break room fridge. “Was wondering if you wanted to possibly move in.”  Gavin stopped writing and turned to face him. “You know. Be roommates?”

“Well, shit.”  Gavin broke into a grin. “What brought this on?” 

Josh shrugged. “You’re starting your new job. And you’ve been dying to get out from under your folks.  I’ve got a house that’s going to need a lot of work…just seems to make sense.” He frowned. “You think it’s a bad idea?”

Gavin crossed the back room and clapped his hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Fuck no.  I think it’s an awesome idea.”  

“Alright then,” Josh said with a nod.  That was that. “I’m going to start opening up.”  He headed for the door that opened behind the register counter.

“Be right there. Just need to finish copying hours.”  Gavin walked back over to the calendar. As Josh leaned against the swing door, he paused to notice how long and slender Gavin’s fingers were as he wrapped them around the pen.  They splayed out from a broad palm and a strong wrist.  Josh felt a new twinge in his center. A tiny pilot light igniting and just waiting to be fueled. 

He quirked a small smile, turned, and pushed through the door.