Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:59:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: Joe The Plumber

This story contains graphic descriptions of adult male to male gay sex.  If
you are offended by this, or it is illegal for you to read this, please
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			      Joe The Plumber

        Joe and I finished wrapping up the insulation around the new water
main coming in from the street.  I had just finished shoveling the last of
the dirt into our hastily dug ditch, after Joe has neatly spliced the new
section of pipe to both ends of the old pipe.

	I'd awakened early on this chilly November Saturday to the sound of
water running outside the house, and discovered a small geyser next to the
deck.

	Not knowing crap about plumbing, I hurriedly called my friend, Joe,
the plumber.

	"Joe, I need a huge favor," I said over the phone, explaining my
crisis.  We'd met when he came in last year for physical therapy.  He'd
thrown his back out and the doctor had prescribed six weeks of twice weekly
stretching and massage.

	We'd become friends during the therapy sessions and continued our
friendship with an occasional fishing trip or a few beers at the
neighborhood tavern while watching a game.  I'd taken an instant liking to
this huge, bearded hunk of a man.  He was usually telling a joke or giving
someone a hand.

  	I came up the steps to the deck, my boots still covered with mud,
just as he was hosing off the deck, washing all of the debris into the
flower bed.  He had the hose in his huge, beefy hands and I needed to get
him to rinse off my boots.

	It had been a nasty couple of hours, as the old iron pipe had
rusted out, and we had to dig back to more solid metal before Joe could put
in the new patch.  The weather had turned colder, a storm was moving in and
the wind cut through my sweatshirt.  In the last few minutes, it has
started to rain, and now, I felt some hail spatter across the deck.

	As I reached the last step, I slipped and fell forward, catching
myself at the last second.  Joe heard me shout and turned towards me, still
holding his nozzle and hose.  I staggered on one foot and regained my
balance, as the water gushed into me, full force, soaking me from head to
toe.

	Cold water streamed off my head, through my beard, and down my
chest.  The torrent ran down into my pants, drenching my cock and balls,
and drained into my boots.  I stood in a growing puddle on the deck.

	I took one look at my now-drenched condition and started to laugh.

	"Thanks, buddy, for the shower.  I must have looked kinda dirty to
you," I laughed.

	Joe began to laugh, too, his barrel chest shaking inside of his
sweatshirt, as he looked over at my sodden condition.  His sweatshirt arms
bulged, trying to cover his massive biceps and shoulders.  He was a bull of
a man, and the sweatshirt hid his muscular torso and defined chest and abs.

	Not wanting to be the only sodden creature on the deck, I reached
over to the hose and wrestled the still-spurting nozzle out of his hands,
and pointed the water cannon square at his chest, causing Joe to hoot and
holler and let out a curse.

	In no time at all, I had made him my almost-frozen equal, as we
both chuckled at our predicament, both standing in an even larger puddle.

	"I think we're done, here, Tonto," Joe said, as he reached over to
turn off the faucet and reel up the hose.  "Time to get inside and warm
up."

	We splashed over to the door, and began to kick off our boots.  Our
now water-laden sweatshirts came next, followed by our T-shirts.  Joe's
massive chest was soaked, his matt of black, curly hair still dripping
water over his large reddish nipples.  His hair and beard still dripped
onto his chest and onto the deck, as he flung his sweatshirt onto the pile
of our boots.

	"Leave the rest of these soaking wet clothes out here, too," I
said.  "I don't want to track up the house with all this mud and water."

	We both quickly stripped, piling up our clothes, as the wind gusted
again, sending a second dousing of hail bouncing across the deck and our
now naked shoulders.

	Inside, I grabbed some towels from the bathroom, and we both mopped
the ice water from our heads and our hairy bodies.  I'd seen Joe's chest
and back during the physical therapy sessions, but I'd never seen his cock.
Until now.  He was a fine specimen of an athlete.  His uncut cock dangled
over a set of large, furry balls, and his cockroot was hidden by a large
pelt of curly black hair, which grew up to his lean, rippled belly and then
into his furry, defined chest.

	Joe's shoulders and chest were pink with the cold immersion we had
just experienced, and he began to shiver slightly with the cold.  His
shoulders and arms prickled with gooseflesh.

	"Lord, I'm cold," Joe said, as he stamped his feet and began to rub
his hands over his chest and shoulders.  He rubbed his shoulders harder,
and then, with a grimace, cried out.

	"Ouch, oh, oh, damn," he whimpered.

	"Joe, what's the matter," I said.

	"I think its my shoulder blade, again.  I've got a spasm there, a
big one."

	I'd worked on Joe's shoulder a lot in our therapy sessions, and I
knew he was vulnerable to cramps.  And, he was vulnerable to another
injury, especially when its cold.

	Quickly, I began to rub and massage his massive shoulders and upper
back.  His skin was icy and his muscles were like cement.  All the strength
in my hands wouldn't be enough to release the grip of the muscle spasm.

	"We need to get you in the tub real quick.  Come with me, Joe, and
we'll get this worked out," I said, grabbing Joe's hand and led him into
the bathroom.

	I started filling my large whirlpool tub, and I cranked the wall
heater up.  Joe stood there, bare-assed, his arms wrapped around his big
chest, jumping up and down with cold, his now-icy cock dancing above his
balls.

	"Get in, Joe.  We'll let the water run some more, but you need to
start warming up now.  Sit in the bottom of the tub, and let the hot water
get up onto your back and neck," I said, as steam from the hot water tap
started to cloud the mirror.

	Joe stepped gingerly into the tub, as I steadied one arm.  He moved
one foot into the tub, and I gazed at his large cock and massive furry
balls dangle and move with his hips and buttocks, as he put his feet into
the rising water.

	"Ahh, that feels good," Joe said, as he sat down on the tub bottom,
and laid back, his chest opening up, his reddish nipples stiff with the
cold water shower.  A bit of curly armpit hair peaked around the edge of
his large, sculpted pec.

	"Sit right there, Joe," I said.  "I'll be right back.  I need to
get something else for you."

	I walked out to the living room, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey,
and two glasses, my bare ass parading through the house.  I looked outside,
and the rain and hail had turned to snow, and the deck was quickly
disappearing into a sheet of white.

	When I re-entered the bathroom, the water level had covered Joe's
chest, and was up to his furry chin.  His cock lazily floated above his
groin, just breaking the surface of the hot water.  Steam had clouded the
mirror, and the room was feeling warm and cozy.

	I put the bottle and glasses next to the tub, and poured the yellow
nectar into the glasses.  Then, I walked back to the tub, squirted in a bit
of bubblebath, and stepped into the tub next to Joe.

	The hot water felt like heaven to me, and I hadn't realized how
cold I had been.  The contrast from near frozen skin to penetrating heat on
every square inch tingled my skin and relaxed every muscle in my body.

	"I'm going to work out that cramp and massage that muscle, Joe.
But, we need to let the heat do its magic first," I said.

	"in the meantime, you have other medicine to take," I said,
reaching over to the glasses, putting one into Joe's meaty hand.

	"Down the hatch, oh Master Plumber," I said.  "You've earned this
drink."

	We both gulped down the golden liquid, which warmed, then burned my
mouth, tongue, and stomach.

	"Damn, that was nice," Joe said.  "I'll take another shot, Doc."

	Happy to oblige my naked, well-equiped friend, I poured us both
another round, which was also quickly dispatched.  I reached over and
turned off the water, which was now near the top of the tub.  I moved one
leg around Joe's waist, so I was behind him, and able to work on his
shoulders.

	I began to work into his muscles, feeling the tension of his ropey
back muscles, and the knot of stress underneath his shoulder blade.  His
muscles were large, well-defined, and still tan from the summer.  My hands
smoothly worked out the kinks in his back, and I moved up to his neck,
easing more knots of tension.

	Moving around to the front of his shoulders, I worked on those
large muscles, drawing Joe back a bit, so that his back was against my
hairy chest and belly.  My hardening cock rubbed against his buttocks, as
his lower back muscles touched my belly, and my balls and cock rubbed into
his crack.

	Joe squirmed a bit, as he moved back, closer to me, pushing me
firmly against the tub.

	"That feels real nice, Doc," Joe said.  "Could you work a bit
lower?"

	Joe grabbed one of my hands and moved it down onto his pec, rubbing
my finger into his nipple.  He didn't have to encourage me anymore, as I
began to finger his stiffening nip, and to caress the hairs of his chest.

	Joe took my other hand and moved it down to his belly.

	"Could you work out this stiffness, too, Doc?" Joe asked, as he
moved my hand lower, into his thick pubes and onto his now-stiff manhood.
He pushed my fingers onto his cockhead, and up against his shaft, gripping
my hand as I began to grip his large, wide cock.

	He leaned his head back against my shoulder, rubbing his beard
against my neck, and sighed.

	I kept up my therapy on Jim's nipples and chest, as well as his
ever-hardening and growing cock.  I moved down to his balls, feeling their
massive size in their nest of thick fur, and sensed their tightening, as
Joe's cock begged for release.

	"Oh, yeah, Doc.  Release that tension," Joe moaned.

	Joe's hand explored my thighs, and moved up to grasp my cock, his
rough, calloused hand rubbing gently against the silky skin of my own
shaft, and the fur of my ballsac.

	I reached over and turned on the jets for the tub, sending a swirl
of hot water around our hairy bodies, turning the water and bubble bath
suds into a mound of froth.

	My hand moved faster and faster on Jim's stiff manhood, as he began
to thrash and push against me, his muscles clenching and his hands grasping
my thighs.  Joe's breath grew ragged, irregular, and then he gasped and
wheezed, his cock vibrating, shooting streams of cum out of the foam and
against his chest.

	Again and again, his cock pulsed and he shook, and then, he let out
all of the air from his massive, bull chest, and opened his eyes.

	I still grasped his slowly easing cock monster, and felt his balls
drop back into his large, hairy sac.

	"Feeling better, Joe?" I asked, running my thumb over his cockhead.
Yet another spurt of cum flew out, and I rubbed the juice into his ballsac.

	"Ya sure know how to warm a guy up, Doc."

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