Tony interrupts you.

SLAM The sound of the bathroom door closing startled me.

My eyes shot open. I had been picturing Tony’s body, the water cascading over his shoulders, chest, and abs, down to his throbbing cock, which he toyed with playfully. I was so near to spraying my load that I cursed the noise for interrupting me before I turned around to realize that I was being watched.

There was a shirtless Tony, inside my bathroom, staring at my naked body and rock hard seven inch cock through the glass. “What’re you doing in here, man?” I asked in a raised voice. “Why are you in the bathroom?”

Tony took a step towards the glass. “We only worked for six hours,” he said, his accent thick and his speech slow as he thought about every word. My mind was racing. Where was he going with this? He took another step forward, “I work for eight.”

“I’ll pay you for a full eight,” I said. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Tony shook his head. “No, I work for eight hours.” Tony reached for the handle to the shower door, then pulled it open. A cloud of steam rushed out of the shower and poured into the bathroom, robbing me of any privacy I had. My mouth was open in stunned silence. He glanced over me, kicking off his work boots and then stepping inside the shower, still wearing his jeans. He pressed his body against mine, taking my member in one hand and stoking it gently. Reaching up around my body, his other hand gently cradled the back of my head as he leaned in closer to my ear. “I saw you looking," he whispered. "I work for eight.”

His thick Mexican accent nearly sent me over the edge, but I held on, closing my eyes and leaning back. Part of me was in shock, total disbelief. Another part of me was sure this was simply my imagination running wild. That part of me, however, was quickly proved wrong as I put both my hands up against the shower walls in order to steady myself against the onslaught of Tony's incredible handjob.