Date: Tue, 09 Feb 2010 11:59:52 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Plumbers Helper (gay\adult youth, oral, anal, b/MM)

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              Plumbers Helper
                    By
                   Wolf

	Yonkers is just 20 miles north of Manhattan,
New York City.  My family lived just a short walk
from the Hudson River.  We lived in a house that
dated back before the Civil War.  It had been
remodeled and modernized over the years.  During
the early part of the twentieth century a boiler had
been installed in the basement to provide hat water
and steam heat throughout the house.  As a child I
had to put up with the temperamental boiler like the
rest of the family.  Boiler failures were a common
event over the decades in the old house.

	Among my father's group of friends were a
couple of a couple of Italians named Tony and Paul.
They were partners in a plumbing business.  They
were called regularly to repair the temperamental
boiler.  They frequently teased my father about
updating the boiler and the plumbing over the years.
The event that brought everything to a head was
the winter everything froze and the boiler blew a
hole in the heat exchange tubing.  Everything had to
be shut down and the water in the pipes froze and
led to pipes breaking.  That was when Dad broke
down and agreed to have all of the plumbing updated
along with a new modern heat exchanger.

	To get us through the winter the broken pipes
had to be replaced and a couple of replacement
tubes had to be put in the old boiler.  When the
weather got better Tony and Paul started taking out
the old boiler.  Taking out the old cast iron boiler of
the basement was a lot of labor intensive work.

	Tony was a 45-years old and about five-foot
ten, 220 pounds.  Paul was 52-years old, five-foot
eight, 230 pounds.  They always bore bib coveralls
while working.  When they arrived in the morning
they would have flannel shirts on, but as they heated
up the shirts came off and they would either be in
T-shirts or what we called 'Wife Beater' undershirts.

	I was just a youngster at the time and found
the work very interesting.  I was not the athletic
type of kid.  Not being the outdoorsman type my
body was very smooth.  I also had very full lips.
Many people commented how much I looked like a
girl.  Even Tony and Paul made comments about what
a cute girl I would make when they came to the
family BBQ's.

	I was underfoot while they were taking out the
old boiler and bringing in the new modern heat
exchanger.  The new heater was half as large and
didn't weigh a third as much.  They assured me that
it would not only produce hotter water and at half
the cost.  Removing the old pipes throughout the
house came next.  Some of the pipes were so old and
rusty that they broke apart as they were pulled out.
Disconnecting pipes from wall fixtures and pulling
them down to the basement without opening up the
walls was tricky.  The job took so long that my
parents and I had to live in a hotel for the duration
of the work.

	Both of my parents worked which left me free
to spend a lot of time at the house watching the
plumbers at work.  Tony used to call upon me to
retrieve tools for them while they were working.
The two of them teased me about me looking like a
girl.  I accepted the teasing because it was good
naturedly verbal banter.  At one point Paul asked me
to retrieve a screwdriver from the pocket of his
coveralls.

	I was unfamiliar with bib-coveralls.  I didn't
know that the buttons on the sides were not
pockets.  The pockets were in front of the sides.
When I reached into the opening under the metal
button my hand felt the warm underwear and the
bulge of his scrotum and cock.  It embarrassed me
when I realized that I was feeling his cock.

	Tony simply said, "Wrong pocket, if you play
with that much longer you're going to get a wet
surprise."

	I pulled my hand out and stuffed it in the
front pocket and found the handle of the
screwdriver.  Tony flashed me a big smile.  The rest
of the day Tony would ask me to retrieve his
screwdriver for him.  I made sure not to stick my
hand in the wrong pocket again though.

	Later in the morning Tony took a lunch break.
He made a run to a fast-food place for meals for
the three of us.  Paul went into the bathroom in the
basement to take a piss.  He left the door open.  I
was watching him standing there with his cock out
pissing in the toilet.  He stood there with cock in
hand smiling at me.  He started milking his cock
while e played with his balls with the other hand.

	I was fascinated and licking my lips.

	Paul asked, "Do you like what you see?"

	I nodded my head up and down.

	He said, "Why don't you come on in and help me
piss?"

	My mouth was dry as I entered the small
bathroom and stood next to him.  He took hold of
my wrist and had me place my hand around his cock.
Paul's cock might have been six-inches long but it
was so big around that my fingers barely touched
the tip of my thumb.  He encouraged me to milk his
cock while we stood there.  While I was pulling on his
cock Paul joked, that Tony and he should hire me to
be their apprentice, because I was good at handling
tools.

	Paul was just squirting cum in the toilet bowl
when Tony came down into the basement with a
couple of bags of fast-food.  He was what was
happening.  He bellowed out, "How good of job did
'Little Gorge' do, Paul?"

	Paul chucked, "George just may work out to be
a good plumber's helper.  We will have to check out
how good he is at riming though."

	I assured them, "I would do anything to ne
their helper."

	Paul didn't even bother putting his cock back in
his pants while we ate lunch.  I could smell the
hamburger and fries but any time my fingers were
close to my nose I could smell Paul's cock.

	Tony insisted that I give him a hand-job too.
His cock was longer than Paul's but not as big
around.  After we finished eating I sat in front of
Tony and milked his cock until he squirted cum on
the cement floor.  Over the course of the job,
whenever there were breaks in the work they
demonstrated just how comfortable bib-overalls
were when it comes to getting the meat out.  I don't
even know how many times I was on my back under
them while they were working putting the piping back
into the house sucking on their cocks.  When they
showed me their big buts I thrilled at the job of
licking their hairy assholes.

	They would wait until after work to play with
my dick.  They would also grease up a finger and
stick it in my asshole for a little finger fucking.
They got me to take some of my mom's panties and
hose along with a pair of her old high heeled pumps.
I would put them on and then they would drape me
over a saw-horse and pull the panties down in back
do they could fuck my ass.  I loved to feel their fat
bellies bumping into my butt while they fucked me.  I
would also suck on the other one's cock while getting
a stiffy up my ass.  When the house was re-plumped
like new and we could move back home I continued
working with Tony and Paul.

	When my father renewed having back yard
BBQ's I learned that more of his friends were horny
for young meat.  I really enjoyed getting dressed up
like a girl before having sex with men.  I put on wigs
and makeup along with delicate sex clothes.  I went
away to college at 18 and found out what "Frat
brothers" were all about.



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