Page 58 of Caged Hunger

Basher spotted the ceramic weapon Cameron currently held high above his head.

“Judging by the size of that thing, I’d say it’s more of a battering ram than a gun,” Basher said, referring to the oversized cock jutting out from the sculpture.

Seriously, the man’s dick was completely out of proportion. One glance at the statue and you would never guess the man could stand up straight. But somehow, the art piece defied all logic and reason, including the power of gravity.

Ace bought the sculpture as a joke, claiming it would bring Cameron good fortune in the bedroom.

Well… judging by the horse-sized cock Cameron was currently riding, Ace might have been right.

Letting out a breath, Cameron flicked on the kitchen light and glared at the man staring up at him.

“Jesus, Bash! You scared the living daylights out of me. What the hell are you doing here?”

Basher picked up the wrench next to him and resumed his work under the sink.

“I’m fixing the leak. I noticed it when I was here the other day and figured I’d fix it while you were out having dinner with your mom.”

Cameron looked around at the mess in his kitchen. There were tools all over the floor, wet rags, and what looked like a half-eaten sandwich sitting on its wrapper.

“So, you figured it was a good idea to just break into my place while I was out?”

“Yup. How else was I going to get this thing fixed without a key? By the way, I’m changing out your windows. Those things were way too easy to open, and they are basically just inviting criminals to come into your home.”

Cameron hopped up onto the counter to watch the sexy plumber under his sink work.

“Yeah, well, most people are deterred by the three-story climb they have to make in order to reach my flimsy-ass windows.”

More clanking under the sink.

“Touché,” Basher responded.

A few seconds later, Basher slid out from under the sink and tossed the wrench back into the toolbox beside him.

“There, that should do it.” He reached up and turned the faucet on. They watched as the water flowed into the sink and down the pipes without any of the usual dripping from the edges.

“Wow! You fixed it!” Cameron said, swinging his legs slowly back and forth. “How much do I owe you, my sexy plumber man?”

Basher smirked up at him.

“Oh, I’m sure we can figure out some way you can repay me.”

“Is that so?” Cameron asked, slipping off the counter and moving to straddle Basher’s thick thighs.

“Well, I did scale a building, break in through your bedroom window, and spend the last thirty minutes playing with your pipes.”

“Wow, that does sound like a lot of hard work,” Cameron said, placing extra emphasis on the word “hard.”

Straddling his thighs, Cameron popped open the top button of Basher’s jeans.

Slowly, he began to unzip his fly, watching closely as the man’s cock began to thicken.

“Mmm, love watching a man get hard for me.”

Pulling back the fold of his jeans, Cameron reached in and pulled out Basher’s massive cock. The man was going commando, something Cameron found he did every so often.

Licking the tip of his cock, Cameron glanced up at Basher, who was back to lying on his back, with his head resting casually on his arm as he watched him.

With their eyes locked together, Cameron couldn’t believe how quickly he had fallen for this man.