Once done, the shed looked really good. The light was beginning to fail by this point in the afternoon. Mark and I went to investigate once the men had packed up their tools and driven away.
“Now where were we?” Mark asked, pinning me in a corner of the shed.
“My mum warned me about men like you, accosting innocent people, dragging them off into dark places and having their wicked way with them.”
“And she was dead right to warn you,” Mark said before crushing his lips to mine and grinding his crotch against me. “Ah, still hard I see?”
“Of course.” I grinned. “I thought those workmen were really hot the way they used their big hammers to pound in those nails.”
“I’ve got a big nail I’m going to pound into you,” Mark growled, doing the crotch grinding thing again.
“Oh, that is a big na
