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This morning at the job site, a big construction site, where we are building a 40 story apartment building, I was asked to check on the plumbing subcontractor before they finish up here. Make sure the pipes are fitted correctly, that they don’t use the wrong material, that sort of thing, it’s my job as the foreman and I take it seriously. The plumber is someone I’ve worked with in the past, he’s been around for years. He gets a lot of work around here cause he really good and gets the job done. He’s in his fifties, married with kids in college, weighing in at about 220, he’s a classic burly man, with a thick mustache and hairy forearms, with gold and copper colored hair on his head and everywhere else it showed through his clothes and on his bare forearms. Bill Masterson is his name and he’s always been a fair player in the industry. I like him. Plus he’s friendly, likes to tease people, and has a great sense of humor.

The building is almost done now, got a few more months on schedule and then we are outa here. Bill is working in the basement tonight making sure he’s completed everything on his punch list and I’m the one who has to check his work. It was way after closing down shop and locking up time. He said to me on the radio that he needs an extra few hours today, he’s leaving for the long weekend with his family and won’t be back til Wednesday of next week. I’m cool with it, but I’m not allowed to leave until all the trades are gone, so decided to catch up on some paperwork.. I called my wife and told her to eat dinner with the kids and I’ll be home late and that I’ll pick up a burger on the way home,

It was shortly after everyone was gone when Bill radioed to me that he wanted to show me something he found in the basement. He said it was something that was important. When I got to the basement and underground parking area, he was in the utility room where there’s a wall with a few sinks to be installed and unfinished drywall work that’s intended to frame out the laundry room. There were holes in the drywall where they feed water pipes for the washing machines and he was working on the other side.

“Wait right there,” he urged me, “there’s a problem with the plumbing in here and I think I can fix it.” He fussed around a bit and then put his mouth at one of the holes in the wall and smiled at me and said “Here’s Johnny” in he voice of jack Nicholson, like in the movie the Shining. I told you, hes always joking around. I laughed it off but said, “looks more like a gloryhole hole than a door to me.”

He dipped his head lower, looking up at me, staring me straight in the eye, and said, “I’ve always wanted to use one of those. Have you?” I laughed and said, “no, I was just kidding.” “Jeez, Bill!” He simply laughed it off and said he was serious. “I bet it feels great!” He added.

I went around the corner into the room he was working in and he was on his knees, bent over, with his hairy asscrack showing, as usual. He was wearing a jock strap I know, cause the top strap was peering out way above his belt line, just below his white t-shirt, exposing the hairy flesh and spare tire around his waist. Golden hairs traveling down his crack and entering into his pants like a trail. And hair going up towards his back too. He was so bent over that more of his ass was showing than usual. His butt cheeks sticking out revealing a very hairy but pasty white firm ass. He was really bent over and more of his ass kept peering out as he worked. I was kinda intranced. Just standing there looking at his hairy butt until I caught myself.

He was face first into a battery of cabinets that they were installing in the laundry room. He told me to stay on the other side of the wall, that someone had spilled some oil or some other product all over and under the new cabinets. He was cleaning it out, but warned I could slip. “Just stay out here. We can talk thru the holes..I mean, the GLORY holes,” As he laughed hysterically.

He continued to tell me that he thinks one of the other trades left the can of lubricant opened and that it must have fallen over. He would try and clean it all out of there, but couldn’t tell me if the cabinets had been damaged yet. So, I stood in the other room and we started to chit chat while he was wiping the floors and still on his knees.

At some point we started talking about gloryholes again and I told him about a story where I once was sitting on a toilet at a rest stop when some guy had put his cockhead near a hole on the bathroom stall and asked me to suck it. I told him how pissed off I was and that I finished my business and walked out of that stall as quickly as I could. Bill’s face was at the hole again, his eyes looking into my eyes, and he said that he couldn’t believe it. That guys do that shit in the bathrooms. He got all funny again and said, “how’d he ask you. I mean, did he whisper it or did he say t loud so anyone else could hear him.” “I can’t remember. It was a long time ago,” I said.

Bill got quiet for a few minutes, tinkering around in the other room, but then showed me his mouth and lips again and said, “Did he say it like this?” Stick your cock through the hole. Let me suck your cock. Go ahead. Let me suck it.” It sounded like he was kidding again, but he didn’t laugh. He just placed his moustached face into the hole and said it again. Whispered it. Like he meant it. “Let me suck your cock, Mark.” His voice almost shaking.

“Oh, come on Bill, quit joking.” He just flashed his pearly white teeth and said, “I’m not. I’ve always wanted to suck cock. Teach me, Mark, teach me how to suck a cock.” “I want it in my mouth. I want your dick head to slide against the back of my throat.” His mouth making these obscene gestures, licking his lips, really exaggerating, but all with a wry smile. I had to be kidding, right?

I told him to shut the fuck up and that if he didn’t, that I might just drop my pants and take the free blow job. That’s when he said, “oh yeah, that’s what I want. Show me your hard cock. Stick it in the hole, man. Teach me how to be a cocksucker.” To be honest, I was getting hard with all this nasty talk and my dick wanted out of my pants anyway. My bulge getting bigger. And he wouldn’t shut up, and he kept talking dirty. About sucking cook, about cumming in your buddy’s mouth, about dick licking, and his mouth being so ready. He was getting into it.

So, I took his dare, unzipped my jeans, pulled my hardening cock out, approached the hole, and said, “there, you cockscuker. Eat it!” Almost jokingly, still not thinking he was serious. But, I looked down at my dick, the head starting to flare out and get bigger. Bill didn’t move his head, his mustache, nose and lips peering out of that hole. His mouth opened ajar, and I watched as his tongue made its way towards my cock. I stepped into his mouth more, landing my dickhead on his outstretched tongue, making contact, his saliva wetting my pisshole.” Oh, he wanted it for real.

His mouth opened and said, “Please let me have all in my mouth.” He was begging me. He left his lips just wide enough for my dickhead to enter into his warm masculine mouth hole. His lips closed around my hairy shaft as I pushed it into his waiting mouth, sliding my cock into him as far as I could, He choked, pulled his mouth away, and coughed, but immediately brought his married lips right back to my raging boner. Whispering to me, “Please make me your cocksucker, please. I want to suck dick. I want to suck your cock, Mark. Please let my mouth have it,”

Who knew? Bill, married for 25 years, loving the taste of my dickhead. His tongue going at it now, slurping up my big thick hard shaft. He really started sucking. Making sucking noises, mouthing my head, getting me all cum hot and bothered. He raised his big right hand and started jacking my cock into his face asking me to cum. Begging me. And I couldn’t wait to give my buddy my load. Spray his outdated mustache with white dribbly cum. He wanted it. Said he wanted to eat my baby batter. Sticking his tongue out and lapping at my crown as of it were a lollipop. He was getting into it. He was overtaken with cocklust and he started to rapid fire on my dick, head going back and forth, right up to the hole, and then all the way off. Licking my head. He was loving it. And it went on for a long time too. I’m not an easy cummer, so he had to work his cock slutting skills take over. He was sooo good. Humming near my nuts when going all the way down. He was a natural.

I couldn’t last much longer, and he was such a good sport...sucking so long. Maybe 20 minutes or so. He got a lot of cock to suck and lots of practice for the next time. It wasn’t too long after that I felt it cumming up my shaft, from the balls and inside as it forced it way up into my urethra, him begging me and whining for my cumm. So I blew it, sprayed right into my plumbers mouth. You could hear him gulping and swallowing. He was a natural born cocksucker, that Bill.

I’ll tell you more about Bill and his hairy butt crack the next time around.

really wanted to cum now....felt it stirring in my loins.