Basement Meet-Up | MILO Vol. 1
basement meet-up
milo vol. 1
Mountainous handyman Mr. Marko felt it was time for a break at the job site. He had been laboring in his client’s giant basement for many hours. He stretched his achy limbs and took a deep breath.
That breath turned ...[Read more]
Mountainous handyman Mr. Marko felt it was time for a break at the job site. He had been laboring in his client’s giant basement for many hours. He stretched his achy limbs and took a deep breath.
That breath turned into a small gasp when a gorgeous Latin mini-cupid named Milo Miles tip-toed around the corner. The little cutie was barely high enough to reach Mr.Marko’s belt-buckle, yet this starry-eyed, petite darling was just perfectly tall enough to have a direct view of Mr. Marko’s bulging crotch, which was slightly damp with sweat from his work. It was impossible for Milo not to notice how large it was, and it only grew in Mr. Marko’s jumpsuit when the handyman laid eyes on this Fun-size boy.
Milo was a coworker, and he and Mr. Marko had fooled around on-site once before. Ever since then, these two became blushing fools when near each other. Now armed with experience and privacy of the basement, the young coworker knew just how to assist Mr. Marko with his dick-throbbing dilemma.
Milo, with lust-filled eyes, gazed up at his dream DILF. Those eyes disarmed Mr. Marko and, without much thought at all, he stripped the jumpsuit away. Milo was guided by thoughtless lust, too—he began inhaling Mr. Marko’s enormous balls through the giant’s tight jockstrap. What a perfect way to relax and enjoy a break, indeed, Mr. Marko thought.
He beamed down at the cinnamon-sugar boy, his cinnamon-sugar boy. With a content smile, the gentle giant enjoyed the sight of his monstrously-sized gonads very nearly covering the boy’s hungry little face. Milo wanted more than just to smell: he wanted to taste, needed to taste. For hours, the lusty twink had been waiting for his chance to finally suck Mr. Marko off. Ever since their last fling, it’s all he could think about.
The pleasure that soared throughout Mr. Marko’s massive frame shook him. He suddenly lifted Milo and easily turned him around so that the boy’s back was resting against the King-size chest. As they got together on the floor, Milo slid down to his co-worker’s thick cock, pulled his young legs up against his chest and gave the panting giant more access to his ever-stretching Fun-size hole.
It took both skill and teamwork to pull this off, especially for as long as they ended up banging on the floor. That’s just how good of a co-worker Milo was, and how much practice he had been doing off-the-clock. Eventually, they twisted their bodies into a doggy-style position. He craved the amazing sensations of an impossibly well-endowed DILF as he pulverized Milo’s hole, pushing his anal capacity endurance to the absolute limit.
Mr. Marko did this with one hand wrapped around his pint-sized and delirious co-worker. The other hand was busy feeling up Milo’s big genitals—his small, Latin lover’s tools were large by any standards, much more when attached to such a miniature body. When Milo’s sweet, boyish voice gasped out that his climax was imminent, Mr. Marko’s roaring approval shook not just the walls of the basement, but the entire frame of his mind-blown lover boy.
Ecstasy, a kind Milo had rarely felt before, rocked him to the point where he was glad Mr. Marko had such a reassuring, tight grip. A moment later, an explosive orgasm shook his tiny, trembling body. The amount of cum blasting out of such a tiny frame was impressive, and must have represented many nights of patience for this moment.
Mr. Marko was well on his way to crashing through the finish line, too. As his cannon-esque cock slammed eye-poppingly deep into the well-ravaged boy-hole, the large handyman made one last thrust before he launched an orgasm deep within Milo. The heaving handyman’s hulking cock, as though on cue, was clenched and squeezed by the keening Latin twink’s tight love-chute. At that moment, both men knew that they were happy to be employed exactly where they were, with who they were. The job itself, of course, didn’t matter—only the part where they were together did.
