Aiden's Week Alone : Part 2

I woke up to the sun peaking through my window curtains. I had a great night's sleep. A smile crossed my face when I thought of the pizza guy. He gave his number to me! Of all people he chose me! That sexy hulk! All the excitement was giving me a boner.

I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. On my way I slowly stoked my meat, seeing how no one was home. I left the door wide open and went towards the mirror.

'Bed hair again...'

I picked up the brush with one hand and brushed in sync with my stroking. I couldn't help but grin at the mirror. Looking at my own body was something I loved and with our full view mirror in the bathroom I can see myself from head to toe. And with the other mirror opposite this one I could see my back through it. My blond hair, slowly making its way into shape. My chest, smooth and slightly chiseled. Abs so smooth and a beautifully shaved cock. I put down the brush and pulled down my briefs. I turned slowly until I could see my cute, bubble butt.

I began wanking faster. I let out a small gasp as I rubbed my arse with my other hand. Moving my hand slowly around my arse and wanking moderately I watched through the mirror. Another grin came across my face.

'ding-dong', the bell rang. The grin across my face faded. I pulled up my briefs and checked the time. 11:02am. The plumber must be here I thought. "Ding-ding-dong". I headed towards my room to put on clothes. The briefs I was wearing barely hid the fact that I had a boner. "Ding-dong' the bell rang again. I didn't have enough time to put on clothes so I went downstairs towards the door hoping my boner would not be noticed or if lucky I would go flaccid.

I open the door, expecting some old guy in his 40's, fat, short and hairy to be a plumber but got the shock of my life. Instead, the complete opposite was at my door. He was tall, about 6' 3" and stunning. His hair was light brown, he had beautiful, big green eyes and white teeth. His arms were complete muscle. Huge and smooth. He wore the usual plumber get-up, overalls. This guy however didn't have a shirt or singlet under them. I could see his chest and some of his abdomen, smooth and hairless. He had a great figure. Muscles on muscles for a chest and abs so huge they put mine to shame. I would say he was about 22. He looked down to my feet and scanned up to my face.

"Is this the Watson's house?"

His voice was so gentle and smooth, yet masculine and charismatic. The words from his mouth pushed me over the edge, my penis twitched a few times before it stayed still, erect. His eyes must have caught a glimpse of movement because he looked straight down at my cock. His eyes quickly returned once he could assess what moved. A smirk flew across his face. I blushed.

"So, are you the Mr. Watson who called for a plumber a few days ago"
"Yeah, ah, no. Uh, what I mean to say is my dad called"
"Is that so. Thought you were too young to have a house like this at your age, I'm still living in an apartment and I'm only 21. So, where's the pipe that needs fixing"
"This way"

We walked into the house and up the stairs, entering the bathroom. By now my cock had gone limp.

"It's the sink over there. It seemed clogged or something. No water will go through"
"Alright then, I'll take a look and hopefully fix it today"

I left the bathroom and went to my bedroom. I felt so embarrassed. First I open the door in my underwear, he saw my cock pulsing and me blushing. I threw on a singlet and some shirts, now at least if I got stiff, he couldn't tell so easily. I walked back into the bathroom to see what he was doing.

I gasped when I walked into the room. He was bent over looking for something in his toolbox. His butt was perfect. Round and gorgeous. He turned around and saw me standing at the door.

"So what's your name, mines Brett"
"My name's Aiden"
"I've taken a look under the sink, Aiden, and it looks like the rusting has clogged the pipe. It shouldn't be too hard to fix. I'll just need you to turn off your water so I can put in a new pipe"
"Sure, I'll be back in a second"

I left the room and went outside where the valve was to the whole house. I turned it until it wouldn't turn anymore. I walked back inside, upstairs and into the bathroom. Brett was going through a box full of assorted pipe lengths and sizes.

"Did you turn the water off Aiden"
"Yeah, should be fine now"
"Great, and you're in luck 'cause I've got just the right pipe for your sink"

"How long will this take?"
"Not too long, probably 5 minutes. You wouldn't mind helping, would you?"
"Sure, I've got nothing to do"
"Great"

Brett pulled a wrench out of his tool box and started to unscrew the clamp holding the pipes together. Once he was completely done he asked me to pass him the other part.

"Is this the one?"
"Yep, that's it. I'll just slip it in here and... gotcha. Just need to put the clamp back on and bolt it"

He continued to screw the bolts while I stood and watched. His muscles in his arms would flex then return to size every time he turned the wrench. This action was so hot! My cock started getting hard. Oh no!

"Alright, looks like I'm done. And not just here, for the day, no one else has any problems."

Brett stood up. He put his wrench back in his tool box and put the old pipe in his other box of pipes. In doing so he bent over and I could see his arse again, my cock twitched. Brett locked his box of pipes and the other full of tools then stood up. I blushed and my penis had another twitch. Again his eyes moved down to my crotch. He grinned but kept staring. What was he doing? Is he trying something?

"How much will the bill be" I broke the silent awkward position I was in. His eyes finally met mine, still grinning though.
"It'll cost $50 for the pipe and $80 for the labour. So, $120 in total. Or... we could make some other kind of deal?
What does he mean 'some other kind of deal'? Maybe a discount? No. He would have just said so if that was his intention.

"What do you mean, Brett?"

His grin became wider and he started walking towards me. I stood still oblivious of his 'deal' and what it involved. Why was grinning at me? I want to know what he means. Now he stood right in front of me, still smiling. I was looking at his eyes when I felt something touch me. I looked down and saw his hand on my crotch. I stood still, wide-eyed at the shock. Was he gay? Did he find me attractive? Or was he doing this for his own humour?

"W-what are you doing?" The words stumbled out of my mouth.
"I said we could make another deal, didn't I?'
"Yeah..."
"Then how about this 'other deal' we make be to both our satisfaction"
"Bu..."
"But what? I saw the pre cum forming on you briefs when you opened the door. Your cock was erect and twitching. It did it again when you saw me bend over. I'm sure that you don't want to deny this request?"

His hand found its way into my pants, cupping my balls. I was still unsure. Should I go on with what he has in mind, or just pay him so he's gone? But will I get another chance like this? Am I willing to just stop? No. I want to see where this will take me.

"So, which one, money or deal?"
"Deal"

There was no turning back now. He winked at me and moved his other hand (left) through the back of my pants and underwear, groping my arse. I let out a slight gasp. I've touched myself many times before but it was a completely different thing when someone else did it. His right hand, cupping my balls, moved up my singlet and started rubbing my nipple. Another gasp involuntarily fell out of my mouth. His hands were smooth and gentle, not rough like most people who work with their hands.

"You've never been touched before, have you?". Brett knew I was enjoying his soft touch. He knew exactly what to do.
"No-oo"

As I spoke, I let out a moan. His right hand started to pinch my nipple and his left hand was groping harder, more pleasurable.

He took both his hands away from me. To be honest, I felt a little disappointed. He grabbed me by the hips and started to kiss me. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and casually into mine. Brett was like an angel, his kiss was perfect. Lips soft and gentle and tongue, perfectly shaped and working its way around my mouth.

He took his tongue out and looked at me. I couldn't help but blush. This really hot guy was touching and kissing me. He smiled again. It seemed he would always smile or grin every time he looked at me. Brett moved his head close to me, then put his mouth on my neck. Slowly sucking and licking, up and down on my neck. Small gasps left my mouth as he was doing this. My hands instinctively moved towards his body. I felt his nice, smooth skin.

His hands moved from my hips and starting tugging at the bottom of my singlet. He slowly pulled it up, leaving my neck for a second, and over my head until it was off. He chucked it on the floor as he continued sucking my neck. His hands moved to my pants and in a slow gentle motion pulled them down to my ankles. I stepped out of my shorts. He stopped playing with my neck and started rubbing my chest and stomach.

Here I was down to my briefs and the plumber, Brett, still wearing his overalls. It didn't seem fair to me. I stopped rubbing him and pulled the strap from his left side, then the right. The overalls fell down to his hips, exposing the full front of his hot body. This wasn't enough, I tugged at both sides of the clothing until it was down to his ankles. I was in shock. The bulge in his trunks was massive. My eyes finally left his crotch and met his. Without realizing, my jaw was open. His gave me the biggest grin he had all day. Brett must have figured I was shocked.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a mocking voice.

I ignored him. I wanted to know how big it was. Before I could reach his trunks he grabbed my hands and stopped me.

"Hands off the merchandise, hot stuff. Plenty of time for that later"

He was right, there was plenty of time. My parents wouldn't be back until next weekend and he had no other jobs for the rest of the day. Plenty of time.

Whilst stuck in thought Brett had taken his boots and socks off and his overalls, placing his hands on my briefs. He knelt down to eye level with my underwear. His head moved closer and he sniffed them. A slight gasp escaped his face and a look of pleasure came over his face. They must have smelt good. Brett slowly, gently pulled down the briefs to my knees. He examined my penis as it stood, erect by all the joy.

"Nice cock. It must be at least 8 1/2 inches. No, 9 inches."

Finally, he stopped staring and his left hand cupped my balls while the right grabbed the shaft. Extremely slowly he pulled the foreskin of my cock up to the top then back down. He did this for a few minutes then removed his hand. His left hand moved to my quad and his mouth moved towards my penis. Opening his mouth, he put the head inside, then closed his mouth just past the head. His mouth slowly moved down and back whilst swiftly pulling off my briefs, me stepping out of them. I moaned, I had never been sucked before. The feeling was unbelievable. His tongue slowly licked the bottom as his mouth took in my cock. Taking in all 9 inches with his mouth amazed me. How much practise had he received?

The pace changed from slow and gentle to a moderate speed. The pleasure was greater. Then after a few minutes he was bobbing his head fast, then really fast, and harder. I was moaning louder and louder. It felt great. A pressure began to build in my cock. I knew it meant I was going to cum soon. Brett must have known so too 'cause he stopped just seconds away from me blowing in his mouth.

"My turn" he said