Plumber Joe

This story is fictional. Do not accept anything as truth.

Shit! My sink exploded in my face. Water went everywhere, soaking the whole room and all of my clothes. Dammit! I shut off the water and dried myself off before calling a plumber. I ended up having to wait a whole hour before anybody showed up.

He looked like he was in his mid to early forties. He had a bit of a pot-belly and moderately hair arms. He wore a beige shirt and jeans, but not tucked in. He looked strong, like he worked out, but not crazy. Just... average.

"You the guy who's sink exploded?" he asked.
"Yeah, but it didn't actually explode, just the water went..."
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, where is it."

Straight to the point. I led him to the bathroom, where he set down his toolbox on the floor and knelt down. I was about to leave before he holds out his arm.

"Hold on, I might need a little help whil I'm under here" he says.
"'Kay," I say. He opened up the cupboard under the sink and lay down on his back. I snuck a peek at his crotch, while his legs were split a little. I was such a horny bastard those days.

"Hand me a wrench, would ya?" he asks me. I opened the toolbox and took out a wrench, passing it under the sink. His shirt had been pulled back a bit by his outstretched arms, so there was a bit of skin showing above his jeans zipper. There was a bit of hair growing there, part of his treasure trail. I tried not to show any feelings as he reached out and took the wrench.

This went on for a bit longer, with him asking for different tools, me secretly checking him out. Then, he moved out from under the sink for a second (spreading his legs further, giving an amazing view of his 'funzone').

"Hey, turn on the water for a second, it might be fixed now"

I stepped over him, turning on the water again. It came out of the faucet fine, but from what I could hear...

"Aw, fuck! Turn it off!" he said, but his voice sounded gargled. The water was pouring out from under the sink onto his face. I quickly shut off the water and stepped back. Underneath, he was drenched, spitting out some water.

"Well that didn't do shit" he said. "Pass us a towel, would ya?"

I grabbed a towel and passed it under the sink for him to dry himself off. As I handed it to him, the back of my hand rubbed over his crotch. He recoiled a bit, but ignored it otherwise. I noticed that it felt warm. I was glad he wasn't watching, because something in my pants started to wake up.

"Thanks" he said. I watched him dry himself off, and noticed he was unbuttoning his shirt a little to reach his skin. I moved a little closer to him.

"Need some help with that?" I asked, watching him closely. He moved the towel out of the way of his face.

"Yeah, here, get this more dry, thanks" he said. He unbuttoned his shirt even more, watching me as he did so. I watched as more of his chest was revealed. It was pretty hairy, but not so much he looked like an animal. He took the whole thing off and passed it to me. I took it slowly, and made sure to rub his crotch again. He recoiled again, but this time, he let out a little sound.

"Any idea of how to fix it?" I asked, gesturing to the sink.

"Yeah, there's still a few loose parts. I just need one more tool" he says.

Throwing all caution to the winds, I slowly move my hand to his crotch and stroke it.

"Any particular one?" I ask, watching his face as I rubbed a little harder.

"Woah... um... anything'll do, really..."

I put his shirt on the floor and started to unzip his jeans. I pulled back his jeans and his red underwear to pull out his cock. It was starting to get hard, still only a few inches. I held it in my hand and started pulling it. He let out another sound and leant back a little further. His cock started getting harder and bigger. Soon, it was a full nine inches!

I knelt between his legs and moved my mouth over the top. I looked up and saw him looking down, anxiously awaiting it. I started sucking, trying not to choke on his monster. I felt his arm on my back, stroking me up and down before moving to my head and starting to guide me faster. I savoured the feeling of his meat on my tongue and in my cheeks as I felt him move my head faster and deeper. I choked once, but managed to work up a rythym.

I started unzipping my jeans while my head continued to move. I could feel him start to get up, so I got off his crotch with a satisfying sound as my lips left his meat. He moved forwards, out of the cupboard, and sat up. He reached towards me and pulled off my jeans and underwear as I helped his off, too. I stood up and let my 8 inches nearly poke him in the face. Within seconds, he was sucking me off like I had done him.

I started to thrust into his face as I felt his slightly stubbled lips rub against my cock. I held myself up on the sink, letting him hold my ass as he worked me faster and harder.

We went for another few minutes, but we both wanted more. Finally, he pushed me backwards lightly and stood up in front of me. He kissed me full on the mouth, pushing his tongue down my throat. I felt his cock press against my body and his against mine. Suddenly, he turned me and pulled out of our kiss. He smirked at me and I knew what he meant.

I turned and bent onto the sink. I looked into the mirror stuck to the wall in front of the sink and saw the plumber gazing at my ass with lust. I watched and felt his hands start massaging my cheeks and guiding his cock towards my ass. I felt the head push up against my hole and gripped the sink tighter, preparing for what I knew was going to hurt so good.

He pushed in and I felt my anus stretch. It hurt, but it also felt amazing. He started pushing and pulling his cock in and out of my ass. I saw him thrusting and groaning behind me and let out a few of my own. He pumped faster and faster and I heard our bodies smacking together, my ass into his pelvis. The feeling of his monster pushing up inside me excited me so much, I felt I was going to come all over the sink.

Soon, he started slowing down a little, and I knew he was about to come. I thought to myself, he shouldn't have all the fun, so I started thrusting out with my ass, into his cock.

"Ah, stop, I'm gonna..." he started to say, but I could feel him come inside me. I felt his juices spurt up deep inside me, and his cock softly pulsating as he kept pumping faster thanks to this new lubrication. Soon, though, he slowed down and pulled out.

"Fuck, man, what'd you do that for?" he said, but I could tell he was blown away. I turned and kissed him again, feeling around his body with my hands. I felt his strong arms feel me up, too, and I started rubbing his chest. It was his turn to feel MY tongue down his throat, and for other things, too.

I turned him around just as he had done me, and bent him over the sink. He didn't complain, even relished the force. I reached around and collected some of his come from his cock and from my own ass, rubbing it over my cock to prepare it for his hole. I grabbed ahold of his shoulders and jammed my cock into his ass.

He gasped and I felt his ass contract, but I kept going. It was easy, thanks to his cum, to push my cock in and out of his ass. He groaned and started pushing back into my cock as I pumped, watching his face in the mirror. His eyes were scrunched up, and his mouth was contorting in pain and pleasure. Soon I felt the familiar feeling building behind my cock - I pushed deeper and squeezed his shoulders so tight...

My cock exploded in his ass and I pushed deep, he moaned louder and my jet of hot cum shot up his ass like a hose. He continued to thrust backwards with his ass as my throbbing slowly stopped.

I squeezed his cheeks and pulled out. He slumped and sat back down on the floor, gasping with his eyes closed. I picked up his still-wet shirt and threw it out the door, tapping the side of his face.

"I want that finished in the next few minutes, or no round 2" I say.