THE PLUMBER – 1

By JizzLover

I was raised in the city, and made up my mind to get out of the 'rat race'.

Using part of my inheritance from the death of my parents, I paid cash for a nice Victorian home on ten acres in the country. Only about an acre or slightly more had been cleared for the house and yard. The rest had been left wooded and overgrown with shrubs. Access from the road was by a one lane dirt driveway that wound through the shrubs. The house couldn't be seen from the road as it was almost in the middle of the 10 acre lot.

The house was in good shape but the plumbing needed some work, upon inspection. I found that it needed to be completely replaced to update the entire system at once, rather than piece-mealing one job at a time. I called Davis Plumbing, a plumber that was recommended to me by a co-worker.

I took the motor home that had belonged to my parents and set it up next to the house and called the plumber. An hour later, a heavyset man in his mid fifties showed up and identified himself as John Davis, the owner of the plumbing company.

After a thorough inspection, he too said all the plumbing needed to be replaced at once or it would just be one headache after another until it was eventually replaced. He gave me an estimate and I asked him how soon he could get started and was informed he could have a crew out the next morning.

After sleeping nude, as I always do, I slipped on only a pair of shorts and after the coffee was ready, I sat outside on the porch between the house and the camper enjoying a cup. I had taken a month off from work leaving my assistant in charge. I had also inherited a large local hardware store from my parents.

At just before eight, I heard a vehicle arriving, and then another right behind it; first a big white pickup then a large utility truck.

After stopping, one of the hottest, best built, handsome men I'd ever seen stepped out of the white pickup. He wore a snug red tank top that accentuated his muscular chest and revealed a medium dusting of light brown hair on his upper chest. His jeans were also snug and revealing down there also. I felt my own crotch begin to stir in my black nylon running shorts.

Walking up to me he asked, "Would you happen to be Mark Sims?"

"Yes, that's right," I said.

"I'm Greg Davis. I believe you spoke with my dad yesterday about some plumbing work we’re going to replace for you?"

"Yes, but I was… expecting to see him."

"Dad just makes the estimates now and works in the office. He leaves the real work to the underlings, like me."

I had to laugh and he joined in.

"Well, after your dad left, I looked things over and also want to make some minor changes in the kitchen and bathroom."

"Show me what you had in mind," Greg said.

I showed him the kitchen and what I had in mind about the sink. He said it would be no problem.

Then I showed him the bath.

"Well, we will basically have to gut the bath and start over since you're wanting a double sink and a walk in shower. I know just the man to do that type of work, however his charge will be above what my dad estimated."

"That's not a problem at all," I said.

"I'll give him a call and see when he can come out. In the meantime, I'll have my crew start removing all the old plumbing."

He put his men to work and they began pulling out all the old pipe from under the house.  They were going to hook a temporary line to the outside faucet and a splicer so I would have water outdoors and in the camper also.

At about three that afternoon, Drew, the contractor showed up. He was hot also but not as hot as Greg. We explained what I wanted and he said it would be an easy job and since he had just finished another job he could get started the following Monday.

By five, all the plumbing from the basement had been removed. All that was left was the plumbing inside the house, which Greg said he'd do personally the next day.

His crew loaded up and left and I invited him to stay and have a beer while I explained what I wanted the bathroom to look like when finished. I was glad when he smiled and said he'd love a beer, and he unconsciously rubbed his crotch when he sat down; pushing his dick into his left pantleg.

As we talked, I found that he was twenty-eight, single and wasn't involved with anyone at present. I said with the exception of the age, with me being twenty-nine, we were pretty much alike.

We finished our beer and as we got up, I stumbled over a rock and my hand brushed his cock and he caught my shoulder, keeping me from going face-down in the dirt. I apologized for brushing his crotch and thanked him for saving me, and he just smiled and then said, "No… problem."

As he got into his truck, he smiled and said, "See you in the morning."

Smiling back, I said, "I'll have coffee ready."

"Great," he replied before leaving.

I went back to the motor home and wondered if he suspected I was gay. I was hoping like everything that he might be open to being serviced by a guy, and that guy being me.

The next morning, as I sat drinking coffee in a pair of green nylon shorts and a t-shirt, he pulled in. This time, all alone.

As he got out of his truck he asked, "Coffee ready?"

"Everything's on the counter. Help yourself," I told him.

He passed me and went into the motor home. He seemed to stay longer than expected and when he came out he said, "I hope you don't mind but I was looking at your place. It's damn nice."

"My parents loved it. I've only had it out on a trip once, myself, but it was nice."

He sat down and as he did, I said, "Looks like it's going to be a hot one today."

"It already is," he answered. "You mind if I go ahead and get rid of this shirt now. Might be able to get two days out of it if I do," he said with a smile.

"Hey, feel free to remove anything you want. Whatever makes you comfortable."

He looked at me and smiled. "We'll see," he added.

He sat down his coffee and removed his tee shirt, tossing it over the back of his chair. I got to see his beautiful muscular hairy chest as he run one hand over it casually. I had to wonder if he was taunting me.

He went first to the bathroom and removed the piping and sink, as well as the toilet. Just before noon, I told him I had sandwiches ready for lunch.

"Give me ten minutes to finish the bath then I'll be there," he said. "I've never had a customer furnish lunch before."

"Now you have and maybe even dinner sometime."

I went back out to where the portable table was setup on the porch and waited. A few minutes later he came out and used a hose to wash up. We ate lunch and afterward he said, "I think I might change into some shorts if you don't mind."

"No, not at all," I replied thinking he's go into the motor home to change.

To my surprise, he went to his truck and pulled out a pair of shorts and as he leaned against the truck he removed his boots. In full view of me, he removed his jeans. He was commando and very casually, emptied his jeans pockets out onto the hood of his truck before folding them and tossing them into the truck through the window. He picked up his shorts and put them on just as casually then put his things into the pockets of the shorts.

When he was done, he looked over and acted as if he just realized I was watching him.

"Sorry about that. I'm not the least bit shy or bashful and I forget that some people might be offended by some things I do."

"Hey, no problem at all. I lived in a dorm for four years and go to the gym regularly, so seeing another guy ‘hanging out’ is no big deal to me. I have to admit I go commando myself. I also enjoy nudity and bought this place mainly for that reason. It's nice and private out here."

He looked at me, surprised that I had been so honest with him.

"If I shocked you, I apologize, but I feel comfortable with you and felt I could be honest."

"You can. You're the best customer I've ever dealt with. You seem to be up front and genuinely caring. I like that in a person. We'd all be better off if everyone was just themselves instead of trying to be something they’re not. I'm cool with everything about you."

He grabbed his tool bucket and belt and went in to begin work removing the plumbing under the kitchen sink. After a couple of minutes, I went in also.

Greg was on his back with the upper half of his body under the sink and his legs out on the floor He had his knees bent and feet pulled up near his butt, knees in the air. I squatted down next to him and we began talking.

"So, I didn't offend you with my honesty?" I asked.

"Hell no. Everyone should be that honest. To be truthful, I'll envy you being out here au natural."

"Feel free to visit any time and join me if you want to."

"Who knows. I just might surprise you one afternoon."

As we continued talking, I had let my arm rest on one knee and my hand hang down. My fingertips were nearly touching his bare upper thigh. Ever so gently, I began to let the tips of my fingers rub his bare skin and ever so gradually moved them closer to the leg of his cutoff shorts.

As I did this he calmly continued to work, however I could see the outline of his cock as it gradually stiffened and lengthened. Seconds later, I saw the beautiful large head peek out the edge of his shorts. My mouth went dry for a second as my heart raced. I decided to make my move.

As I ran my fingers lightly along Greg's leg, his cock stiffened and began to peek out the leg of his shorts as he continued to work under the sink.. I decided to make my move.

Slowly, I slid my hand into the leg opening and gently massaged his hard cock. I slowly stroked it a moment then casually reached up and unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them. I grasped the frayed bottoms on the legs of his shorts and gently began pulling them down. He paused working just long enough to use his feet and shoulders to raise his ass up, allowing me to slip his shorts down and then completely off.

To my surprise, he calmly went back to work removing the sink connections as I began stroking his hard leaking dick. It wasn't until I leaned over and began sucking on his cock that he stopped working, moaned softly and began massaging the top and back of my head as I bobbed up and down while sucking on his rather large uncut cock.

"It's all yours, Mark," he said softly. "Do whatever you want to it."

I continued sucking and soon brought him to a climax, which was huge and thick. I eagerly swallowed it then sat up and said, "I know I shouldn't have done that but I just couldn't resist."

"Don't apologize. You didn't see me trying to stop you, did you? Besides, I knew you wanted it way before now."

"How?"

"I've been sucked before. I've learned what to look for. I don't suck but I damn sure enjoy getting sucked, so anytime you want it just let me know. I won't deny you."

"Greg, I wanted to do that since the day you arrived, but I wasn't sure how you would accept my advances until you changed in front of me and said you might come back by and get nude with me.”

"I do enjoy being nude, especially outdoors. I figured that if I changed in front of you it might trigger the response it did. I was hoping you'd do just what you did."

"So while I was trying to put the make on you, you were inviting me to do it."

"Basically, yes, and we both got what we wanted."

"Damn, unbelievable, I said. "I need a beer."

"Get me one, too. I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm almost done here."

I went back to the motor home and retrieved two beers from the fridge. I was about half through with mine when he emerged from the house to join me, still nude and carrying his shorts.

"Hope you don't mind me staying naked," he said.

"No, not at all."

"Why don't you join me. It would make me feel more comfortable."

I smiled and stood and pushed my shorts down and let them drop. I stepped out of them, then asked, "How long you been letting guys suck you off?"

"I got my first blow job when I was about fourteen. I was at the movies up top on the back row all by myself. A guy about thirty came up and sat down next to me. It was dark, of course, and after just a minute or so, I felt his hand on my leg. I was a little scared yet curious. Before long he was rubbing my boner through my jeans. He whispered for me to open them and pull them down a little. I did and he shoved them down to my ankles. The next thing I knew he had his head in my lap and sucking my cock. I loved it, I have to admit. After he got me off, he gave me ten dollars to meet him again the next Saturday."

"Did you?"

"Hell yea. I did for over a year. Then one Saturday he said it was our last time because he was being transferred to another city. I was hooked on getting my cock sucked so I started checking out the park and getting sucked there. As I got older, I'd let any guy that made a play for me suck me off."

"Do you get sucked often?"

"Not often enough for me. Sometimes once or twice a week at the gym in the steam room. Sometimes at the park."

"Well, if you want, you can come by here every afternoon and I'll be glad to take care of your needs and your cock."

"You might regret making that offer. I just might do it."

Looking at him I smiled and said, "I certainly hope you do, and whenever you're here, please feel free to go nude. I love looking at your body."

"Will you be nude also?"

"Sure, why?"

"Well, for one thing, it will make me more comfortable. Secondly, for some reason, I kind of like looking at your body."

My heart skipped a beat, wondering if his previous curiosity was getting to him.

He finished his beer and started for his truck. When he was about half way to it, I called out, "Hey, Greg. You want another before you leave?"

"Fuck yea," he replied and came back to where I was sitting, stopping right in front of me, his cock right in my face. I swallowed it and again brought him to another wonderful climax within several minutes.

"Damn, you're good," he said as he headed back to his truck.

The next morning he showed up and when I saw he was alone, I stepped out of the motor home completely naked. He smiled and after stepping out of his truck he stripped and came to me, accepting the cup of coffee I was offering him.

He took it and without saying a word, I went to my knees and began sucking on his firm, but not hard dick.

"Damn, what a way to start the day. Good coffee and a great blow job. I could get spoiled to this."

After getting him off and of course swallowing his nice thick load, I stood and said, "I like it too."

He checked everything out and said, "All the old plumbing is gone. I'll wait until Drew gets his work done to start putting in the new plumbing. I talked with him and he said he didn't think it would take over a week to do."

"Maybe I could suck both of you together," I said.

"Mark, don' try anything with him. We've talked some about sex and from what I've gathered, he's not into guy on guy sex in any form."

"Thanks for the warning, but I hope you'll come by in the afternoons."

"I'm planning on it," he said.

It was a Saturday and I asked what he had planned for the evening.

"Nothing really. I was thinking about calling some buds and see if they wanted to do some bar hopping."

"Well, instead, why don't you come back out here and I'll throw a couple of steaks on the grill and we can have dinner and what-not."

"Sounds good to me. I'll bring the beer."

"Sounds good, and if you drink to much you can crash out here. I have room."

"Deal," he said. "What time?"

"I'll go to the store here shortly so basically any time you want, but after you turn in, sound your horn so I'll know it's you."

"Great. I'll see you later," he said and left.

I went to the store and bought what I needed and returned. I got the steaks ready to grill and potatoes ready to put in the oven. I walked to the back yard and looked it over, thinking of adding a pool.

At shortly after four, I heard a vehicle coming along the drive and the horn sound. I knew it was Greg. I stood and waited for him.

He parked and got out of his truck and reached into the back for the cooler full of beer and ice.

After setting it down next to the door, he said, "I'm going in to get comfortable."

When he came back out nude, I noticed his cock was slightly boned up.

"You getting excited already?" I asked.

"Yea, from looking at that DVD you left laying by the TV."

"Shit, sorry. I forgot it was out."

He was referring to a gay porn DVD I had watched earlier.

"It's cool. I'd like to watch it and see exactly what guys do together besides sucking."

"If you're sure, fine. Now?"

"Sure, why not. Let's grab a beer."

We did and I started the movie. As we watched, he couldn't believe guys kissed, ate each other’s ass and fucked each other. He had questions which I answered honestly. After the first few minutes, his cock was rock hard as was mine. I eased over and sat between his legs and sucked him slowly and gently while he watched the movie.

When the guys started fucking each other he asked, "Doesn't that hurt?"

"The first time it's is the worst pain you will ever experience when it starts but it soon turns to pleasure. The more you get fucked the less pain there is."

"Damn, it's hard to believe that having another guys dick up your ass can feel good."

"It does, believe me."

Watching the movie turned him on and he soon fed me his load, the first of the evening. I definitely had plans to get several more.

We had a couple more beers and chatted about things other than sex. Then we grilled the steaks and ate dinner. I sucked Greg a second time, then later a third time. I discussed putting in a pool with him and he said he knew just the guy.

Before we knew it, it was near nine o'clock. I looked at him and said, "Greg, you've had enough to drink that you don't need to be on the road."

"Mark, I've drank a lot more than this and have driven with no problem, but if it will make you feel better I'll stay."

"Good." I said. "I'd hate to hear that you were in a wreck or got a DUI."

I got bedding out and made up the pull out sofa for him. We went to bed and a while later I felt him slip into bed with me.

"Something wrong with your bed?"

"No. I just want to see what it's like to sleep with another guy."

"Be my guest," I said, and lifted the covers for him to slip in.

He slipped over next to me and to my surprise he was facing me and cuddling, rubbing my chest with his hand. Then he raised his head and I felt his lips meet mine. He parted his lips and offered his tongue. I eagerly kissed him back. We kissed for several minutes. Then, he grasped my cock and began stroking me nice and slow.

I grasped his and began stroking him as I began kissing his neck and chest and sucking his nipples. Soon I was between his legs and after raising them I began eating his ass and he moaned loudly. I stopped and gave him yet another blow job.

After I lay back up next to him he said, "That was super hot. I loved it."

After a moment, he kissed me again then to my shocked pleasure he did the exact same thing to me, sucking his first cock and eating his first ass. He even swallowed my load when I filled his mouth.

"What brought that on?" I asked.

"Curiosity," he replied. "Will I do it all again, I have no idea, but I do know that I didn't find it repulsive at all. Only time will tell."

We cuddled and went to sleep. The next morning I sucked him twice before he left.