Author's Note: See invoice #1 for warnings, disclaimers, etc.

Invoice#2

Ron threw a fork into the garbage disposal and turned it on. He knew this was becoming ridiculous but he didn't care. He wanted a reason to call D's Plumbing again. For the fourth time that week. It wasn't that his boyfriend didn't satisfy him, he most certainly did. There was just something about this plumber. Ron wasn't sure exactly what it was. The long blond hair? The forcefulness that he showed? The kinkiness of what he did? Or maybe it was a bit of all three. All Ron knew was that he couldn't stop calling for him to come fix his sink.

The second time he had come, Ron didn't know if he would do it again, but he did. Then the third time, Ron got assorted foods out, in case the plumber wanted to use any of it and he did. This time, Ron made melted chocolate on the pretense of making candy. He kept it heated on the stove until the plumber showed up. Then he went into the bedroom and took off everything, but his apron.

He dialed the phone number. After a few rings, the plumber answered, "Yeah?"

Ron said, "Hi. Can you come fix my sink again?"

The plumber sighed. "Okay. I'll be there in...an hour."

"Okay", Ron said and hung up the phone.

He stirred his chocolate on very low heat with a wooden spoon and waited.

Finally, one hour later on the dot, the doorbell rang. Ron tried to be calm, but he rushed over to the door and opened it. There he was, the plumber, brushing his long blond bangs out of his eyes and blowing a bubble.

"Come in," said Ron.

The man walked in and towards the sink. He looked down in the hole. "What's wrong with it now?"

"I dropped a fork in it."

The man looked up at Ron and said, "Uh, huh..." His eyes moved to the stove where he could see a pot and the heat rising from it. "What's cooking?"

Ron stared at him, looking at his mesmerizing eyes. "Melted chocolate."

The man looked back at Ron and said, “Yum.” He glided over the stove and looked in the pot. He put his finger in and pulled it back out, dripping with warm chocolate. He placed his finger slowly in his mouth and sucked it.

Ron was getting hard and the apron wasn’t covering it. The man glided back over to Ron and placed his hands on his shoulders. He was much shorter than Ron, but he was the more dominant and Ron would do whatever he asked. He guided Ron over to the stove and pressed down on his shoulders.

“Get on your knees," whispered the man.

Ron willingly did what he was told. The man unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his cock out, and even though it was already rock hard, he stroked it. He looked down at Ron. He saw Ron was looking up at him wanting, and willing.

The man took the wooden spoon out of the chocolate and moved it over above his cock. He let it drip in a steady but light stream onto his cock. It was warm, then turned cool. Ron knew what was expected of him, so he opened his mouth just below the man’s tip and let the chocolate drip into his mouth and onto his chin.

When the cock was covered in chocolate, the man touched Ron’s hair and pressed Ron closer to his cock.

“Suck me," he said, roughly.

Ron obliged. He took the chocolate-covered dick in his mouth and began sucking. He had a talented tongue, the man noticed. Ron placed his hand at the base of the man’s cock and held it to suck more vigorously. The man dripped more chocolate down, so it covered Ron’s hand and mouth and the length of the cock.

Ron moved his tongue around underneath, almost roughly, up and down. He began to murmur and closed his eyes. “Mmmmmmmm...”

The man leaned his head back and said, “Does that taste good?”

Ron didn’t respond, except to move faster. Ron was able to get the man’s cock all the way in his mouth, so he could touch his lips to the base. The man marveled at him. He was talented and his boyfriend was one lucky guy.

Ron swallowed and it almost sent the man yelling, but he refrained. Ron swallowed again. The chocolate was nearly gone from the cock, so though it was difficult, the man dripped more chocolate on it.

Ron sucked hard and deep and long and fast. The man wanted to scream out, but he never like to lose control. After a moment, Ron pulled his mouth away from the man's cock and said, “Spank me with that spoon!”

The man groaned, “Oh, God!”

Ron got up on his feet, and still bent over, shoved the man’s cock back in his mouth. The man could see Ron’s arse hanging out from the apron, so he grabbed the spoon, full of warm chocolate and reached over and hit Ron’s arse with it. Chocolate went flying everywhere. The man kept spanking him with it. Ron winced a little as it stung, but it didn’t hurt him.

Between Ron swallowing again and the chocolate splatters flying and the arse spanking, the man lost it, in spite of himself. “Yes, Yes, Yes...Oh, God...You’re...so...good...YES!” He screamed out the last word, dropped the spoon and leaned up against the side of the warm stove for support.

Ron took his mouth away and the man could see he began swallowing again, this time a combination of chocolate and the man’s cum.

“Shit. Do you do that for your boyfriend?” said the man.

Ron leaned back and sat down on the floor. “Yes.”

“Fuck.” The man brushed his hair out of eyes again and realized he had chocolate in his hair. He looked down at Ron again, and saw he was covered in it.

The man reached over, took a rag from the sink, and wiped the rest of the chocolate off his dick. He pulled up his pants and looked again at the sink. He worked on it for a while, and when it was fixed, he looked back at Ron, who was still sitting on the floor, amidst chocolate. “It’s fixed again, but you know, you don’t have to fuck up your sink to get me to come over.” He snapped his gum, which now tasted like chocolate.

Ron said, “Okay.”

The man picked up his tools and walked out the door. Ron sat there for a long time, until he knew his boyfriend would be coming home. He walked in their bedroom and picked the chocolate out of his hair, washed his face and his arse, and changed his clothes.

He then walked back in the kitchen and started cleaning that up as well. His boyfriend came home soon after. “Honey, I’m home!”

Ron called, “In the kitchen, dear.”

His boyfriend came in and surveyed the chocolate that was splattered on the ceiling, as well as the walls. He said, “What did you try to make today?”

“Chocolate covered...well, just chocolate.”