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Plumber’s HelperI took a deep breath, screwed up my courage and knocked on thedoor. It was like seven-thirty in the morning, but if this was the rightaddress, then….”Who is it?” came the female voice, faint through the closed door.”Roger!” I called back.”Roger! Come on in!”I turned the doorknob and walked in. I’d never been to this housebefore, but this was going to be the first of a long series of suchmornings if this worked out.But the living room was deserted. “Hello!””In the kitchen!”There was a set of stairs going up and a doorway on the other side ofthe room, that had to be the kitchen in there even if the angle kept mefrom seeing inside. I walked over and yep, that was the kitchen in there,with a dining table on one half of it and the stove, frig and sink on theother side. A woman working at the stove, a man sitting at the table,eating his breakfast. The man was my boss.”You’re Roger Keyes?” he asked me.”Yes, sir.” I said deferentially.He stood up and thrust out a huge paw of a hand at me. Damn, this guywas big, and hairy as hell! Dark hair, brown but so dark as to be nearlyblack, his beard and mustache were thick and bushy on his lower face. Hislight blue work shirt bearing his name (“Dan”) was, like, spray-paintedtight on his broad shoulders and huge shelf of his pecs, below that, theslender waist was marked by the huge pleats he had to take in the shirt tomake it fit inside his so-slim bluejeans. “Good to have you on the job,Rog.” he said.I liked that he’d called me “Rog,” I was always Roger to my family,never a shortened version or nickname, even though when I had been twelve,I’d tried to get them to call me “Whip” like my friends at school did. Momhad just laughed, Daddy had sneered. “My friends call me Whip.'” Iventured.He grinned. “All right, Whip. Hope you’re smart as one.”I’d gotten the nickname for my throwing arm in football, but I didn’targue. “Hope I do, too.””Then let’s go out and unplug some toilets.” he said. I laughed andfollowed him out to the white van.My job, in case you haven’t figured it out by now, was a plumber’shelper, and it was the fourth job I’d had since I’d graduated from schoollast summer. I’d gotten this job through Dad, who was an electrician but heknew Dan through the union they shared, and Dan had agreed to take me onand teach me his trade. I could expect low pay and lousy hours, but afterseveral years of this and then passing a test the union provided, I couldget my accreditation as an accomplished plumber. From there, I could builda decent life for myself. And get the hell out of my parents’ house. Youcan guess I didn’t get along with them much…but Dan so far seemed like adecent fellow.Dan did right by me. The first job was indeed a broken down toilet,and he opened the tank and showed me the parts and what they did and howthey worked and how to fix the leak that had made a puddle of water on thewoman’s floor. He finished by telling her she should really check intoreplacing the whole thing, and quoted her a price for doing so, she saidshe’d think about it, and we went on to the next job.Another leaking tank. “How about let’s see you take care of this one.”Well, I was here to learn. I messed up once, but caught it formyself. Dan just grunted approvingly when I did. I managed the rest of itand finished up.We went out and Dan handed me the workslip tablet. “You did the work,k**. You write it up.” I had his form on the prior job for guidance and didit proudly.Our next job was a kitchen sink, install a new garbage disposalunit. It was a vacant apartment, and the landlord gave us the key and toldus where to go.There was only the one door under the cabinet. Dan got down on hisback and sidled underneath. “Get down here, k**.””Down there?””Get under here with me. You got to see how this is done, don’t you?””Uh, I guess so.”I got on my hands and knees, one knee in between his legs and leanedin and under. Resting my weight on my hands, elbows bent, uncomfortable ashell, but I got under there. Peered at the rather tangled mess of pipes andthe garbage disposal unit a black cylinder thing in there.”You ever see such a mess in your life?” Dan asked me.”How’d they do this?” Honest, the space under the sink was a realabstract sculpture mess. Was this some kind of practical joke on me, thenew guy on the job?”Amateurs.” canlı bahis Dan said in disdain. “This sink used to be a two-basinmodel, like every decent kitchen sink in the world has. But someone decidedthey wanted more countertop space and rebuilt the cabinets around some ofthe existing pipes. Looks like they were using spare parts they’d taken outof some other apartments and didn’t have any way to cut them so they justworked it around until it all fit.”I looked at the mess again, didn’t quite buy that even if Dan wassaying it. Too tangled to be anything but some sicko’s idea of a joke. Orart if you’d put art under a sink where it couldn’t be seen. “So what do wedo?”Dan made a sound you’d make if you were shrugging. “Eh! We were hiredto replace the disposal. That’s all we can do. Have to remove these pipesto get to it, though. Hand me in the pipe wrench, number four.”I knew the one he meant and the case of tools had been laid open nextto him before he lay down. I went back out and up onto my knees, fished outthe wrench, and went back in to hand it to him.He put the wrench on the spot and said, “Give that a good turn, but becareful, that pipe is going to be brimful of dirty water if I have thismess figured out right.”I rared up best I could and put some leverage on the pipe, I was topush the wrench handle downwards. But it didn’t want to turn. “It’s stuck.””Turn it harder. We got to get this done, the faster the better.”So I bore down hard as I could and the pipe fought me, then turnedloose all of a sudden, the wrench went to straight downwards and there waswater squirting all over the interior of the sink on us!”Ah, ah, agh!” I sputtered, I was being sprayed mostly on the face!”Shit, shit, shit!” Dan griped, he was getting all the water pouringoff of me onto him, plus more that came at him from other directions. Evenafter the spray itself stopped, it was dripping down in a steady smallstream onto him.”Ah, God, yuck!” I moaned. This water was foul, I mean, rotten foodparticles suspended in it had gone totally bad, maybe some mold and mildewmixed in, algae or whatever lives in dirty water.Dan was silent, then laughed. “Welcome to the wonderful world ofplumbing, Whip.””How bloody freaking wonderful it all is!” I said sourly.”Part of the job. Finish unscrewing that thing, take off both ends ofit, the worst of it is over now.”It wasn’t, more water was in that pipe, we’d only let loose the waterabove the joint. I got more water on me and on Dan and on the floor of thecabinet. I finished the godawful, stinky, foul job and wondered just howmuch I wanted to be a plumber after all.As I undid the second half of the pipe, was when I noticed it. My legwas rubbing against his crotch, the only way I could fit my body and doanything with that wrench, was to push it right up against him there. Ihadn’t thought much about it, but now I noticed it.Dan was throwing a boner in there. My pushing and pulling at thewrench was rubbing my leg against his crotch and giving him an erection.”Are you enjoying watching me work?” I asked him, moving my leg toshow him what I meant.”Always a joy to watch a fellow plumber in action.” Dan responded withan easy grin.”Hmph.” I grinned back at him as I got the pipe off and loweredit. With the pipe in one hand and the wrench in the other, I ended upchest-to-chest with him, our noses nearly touching. “I’ll tell your wife onyou.””Who?””The one in the kitchen with the curlers?””Oh.” Dan chuckled. “That’s my sister. Never could land a man, so shelives with me.””Oh.” I said in my own turn. “So where does that leave you?””Available. If you’re interested.””Yeah?” I blinked. I was gay, but I didn’t think anyone knew. “Whatmakes you think I am?””Huh?” Dan started. “Your mom and dad found your magazines years ago,he told me. It’s why I agreed you could come work with me.”I thought this all over. It explained why Dad had turned so damnedsour on me back when I was like fifteen or sixteen. Neither he nor Mom hadsaid a word about it, and my magazines hadn’t been touched that I’d noticedbut, yeah, that explained a lot. Like why he hadn’t set me up with one ofhis fellow electricians for the apprenticeship.”You took me for your helper because I’m gay?””Hey, we got to help each other out. Sure as shit nobody else is goingto help us. Now, how about fishing bahis siteleri some of those rags out of the toolbox sowe can get cleaned up?”I’d wondered about the rags, several fair-sized cotton cloths. Now Iknew their purpose, getting splattered with foul water must be a regularhazard of the job. I rose back up on my knees and got them out. Dan slidout of the cabinet, pushing his crotch back up against my leg and further,enough to lever himself up and out from under the cabinet. “God, I got toget out of this shirt.” he moaned. “We replace the disposal, we can rinsethis out. For now, I’ll work shirtless!”I wiped at my face with one of the rags while he undid his shirtbuttons. We were still close as hell, I was practically sitting in his lap,and he got his shirt off, leaving him with a tanktop. “Help me pull thisoff, Whip.” God, his arms were huge, I was looking at great globes ofmuscle on his shoulder, more at his biceps, and hair in profusionthroughout, even sparsely populating unlikely places like the tops of hisshoulders and upper arms.”Sure thing, Dan.” I got hold of the bottom of the tanktop and pulledat it. The tank wanted to stay plastered to his body, but I finally got thesoggy thing up and over his head.”Now, I need one of those rags.” Dan said.I had all three of them in my hand. I’d used one on my face, holdingthe other in my fist. I reached down and began to scrub at his muscledchest with my handful of rags, the muscles rippling as I plied the clothover them. Like live things were roaming about under there. Was he flexingthem at me? Yes!I shifted the rags so that my hand was on one side of them and hisbody on the other. Like rubbing his chest through the cloth. Nice, realnice!He liked it, too. I felt his cock pressing up against my abdomen, hisknee behind my buttocks was pushing me up against it, and now I knew it wasdeliberate.”Am I helping you out right?” I asked him as I put my hand inside thewet rag over one broad breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.Dan gasped as I squeezed his tit. “Works for me.” he agreed.”Is there anything else I can do to help you out here, boss man?” Iasked as I tossed the rag aside and this time applied my hands directly tothose huge breasts of his.”I can think of something you can do right now.” Dan groaned as Ipalped his pecs. “Something I need a lot of help on right now.””Sure thing, boss.” I agreed. “What do I do first?”Dan’s response was to grab my head and pull it down to his face and wekissed. God, a huge hunk of a man and I was kissing him! My every fantasymade flesh! And I owed it all to dear old Dad!The water spilled, thankfully, hadn’t gone beyond the cabinet flooringwhich was a little raised from the kitchen floor. We had ample room in thisefficiency kitchen to stretch out on it and that’s what we did, me on topof Dan and rubbing and kissing that big strong body of his while hispowerful arms stroked my own body.Until I started sliding my way down the chest, kissing as I went. I’ddried off the water, and the crap suspended in it had all been trapped bythe shirt and tanktop, his body was clean tasting and warm, a bit musky butnice. I fought the jeans buttons when I got down to them, and then I wasfishing inside the jockstrap he wore beneath that, the majestic rod insidethem pulsing in anticipation of its freedom.I brought it out like a huge pink fish into the light and pursed mylips in admiration. “Damn, man, you got a tool down here, don’t you?””What kind of plumber’s helper are you going to be, if you can’thandle a pipe when it needs it.””Oh, I can handle it all right.” I said. “First thing is to get a goodgrip on it so I can get to work on it.””Let’s see you do it.” Dan urged me.I slid my mouth over the huge, uncut prong, my tongue dug into thenarrow opening at the tip, and Dan moaned as my tongue-tip played over thesensitive glans underneath.”Ah, yeah, Whip, whip that tongue!” Dan urged me.I was working my saliva into the opening, this foreskin was tight, Iwasn’t that sure I could free up the glans from it, in fact. I’d dealt withthis thing only one time in the past, mind you, I wasn’t totallyexperienced, but I knew if I could free his foreskin entirely from theglans, it would slide more effectively over the shaft than if it stayedlocked over the bulb.It took some work, but then the glans güvenilir bahis kind of popped out and thecockhead, huge and purple and angry looking, was waiting for me. I promptlyresnared it with my lips and Dan panted as I worked the glans, foreskin,shaft with my mouth. His cock slit oozed gobs of precome that was nectar onmy tongue, delight to my soul.”Ah, ah, ah!” Dan grunted and then I felt his body start to move, towriggle and writhe. At first I thought it was his pleasure at my sucking,then I realized he was shifting himself around on the floor.I moved myself and met him more than halfway, still above him, himstill on his back, but now he could and did find and start working at mypants. Unzipping, unbuttoning them, pulling them and the briefs beneathdown, until I was wearing them at mid-thigh.I had an erection well before he accomplished all this, of course, sowhen he reached for my dong, it was full and engorged and waiting for himto scarf it down just like he did.I had to moan when those warm masculine lips fastened upon my shaftand I felt my cockhead enclosed by the moist mouth. Dan didn’t leave medangling, so to speak, he was quick to start moving his head back andforth, sucking on my pud, giving me the pleasure I was giving him.I moaned, but Dan couldn’t manage a good rhythm in that position. WhenI realized his problem, I shifted over and got myself down onto the floorbeside him, now he could and did rise up and bend his upper body over mine,and we sucked each other with equal ease.I was younger than Dan by well over a decade, when you’re nineteen,the problem is more often to keep from coming than to reach climax. Dan hadmy additional attentions to give him a hell of a headstart.I felt his cock heating up as I sucked on it, I heard his male throatvibrating his increasing lust and I knew that I had worked this big, maleman to the point of orgasm.That knowledge triggered my own and I was riding the crest of climaxin less time than it takes a surfer to catch and rise up on a wave, andbefore Dan could finish his own ride of ecstasy, I hit the peak and couldonly groan out a warning before I blasted my teenaged wads down his throat.Dan was caught by surprise, but he held on and sucked on me hard andfast, he was determined to drink down every drop of my hot young come. Imoved on his pud as best I could while I ejaculated, but when it was done,I had to stop in exhaustion, panting, trying to breathe again.Dan didn’t hesitate when I stopped, he moved and before I knew it, Iwas flat on my own back, Dan straddling my chest and shoving his prong backinto my mouth. His hands caught hold of my head and he began to fuck myface, his face flushed and intent, his eyes ablaze with his lust. He wasn’tthe gentle teacher anymore, he was a lust-crazy male and I was his outletand he was going to get off whatever it took. I had a flash of a gorilla ontop of me, humping at me with a****l ferocity and single-mindedness.I held on best I could and Dan gave a roar and thrust his dong as farinside me as he could, into my throat and he came. And how he came!I was getting a huge load down my throat and swallowing was hard ashell because his cock was in the upper part of my esophagus. Caught by thisclimaxing ape, I could only choke it down as best I could, and it slidthick and clingy down my throat. It was until Dan finished coming and letgo of me that I could pull back and recover myself, and his last dregs ofjizz landed on my tongue, hot, salty, delicious!”Aw, fuck, that was good!” he said to me. “I can see you’re going tobe one hell of a handy plumber’s helper to have around!””I’ll do my best, sir.” I agreed, in between coughs as I recovered mycomposure.”You sound like you need a break.” Dan said as he let me up. “Whydon’t you take this shirt and tank into the bathroom and wash it out there,wring it out best you can. This mess is no place to learn how to handle adisposal installation anyhow.””Sounds good to me.” I agreed.Dan got that disposal done and I handed him back his shirt and tank,now relatively clean. He pulled them back on and said, “Well, that does itfor the morning’s work. Nothing to do now until one o’clock.” It was nowonly ten-thirty.”So what the hell do we do for the next couple of hours?” Iasked. “Sit in the van and play with ourselves.”Dan stooped and picked up his tool box. “Not any longer, I don’t. No,we find a quiet spot to park and you get to help me out some more.”And I followed my boss out the door. After all, I was supposed tolearn how to be a plumber’s helper!

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