Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 11:56:12 -0800 (PST)
From: s s <subanalslut@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Plumber?s Pipe

The Plumber's Pipe

This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and an older
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For those of you who don't know me, my name is Ben, and I was the most
insatiable little slut while I was growing up (actually, I still am), and I
enjoy looking back into the not-so-distant past to write about my
experiences...

Since both of my parents worked, I was pretty much the classic latchkey kid
growing up. As soon as I could be trusted to get myself home from school, I
was left to my own devices until they got home from work. It was convenient
for them that I could take care of myself, but it was even more convenient
for me. It left the afternoons free for whatever came up. And ever since I
discovered my love of cock before I turned twelve, what came up was usually
some random guy who had picked up on the dick-hungry look in my eyes while
I was on my way home from school.

Sometimes, though, I had to spend my afternoon stuck at home to do
something for them, like sign for a package or something like that. It was
kind of a drag, but sometimes it worked out ok. Like the time when I was
thirteen, the hot water tap in the bathroom had been leaking and my parents
asked me to check with the super when I got home to make sure it was fixed.

When I got home from school, it was definitely not fixed yet, and the
plumber had his tools spread out all over the bathroom floor. Since I was
home, the building super left to take care of something else down in the
basement of the building, leaving me to 'supervise'. Not that I minded at
all, the plumber looked like just the sort of guy I liked -- not quite a
classic dirty old man yet, but well on his way. He was tall and solidly
muscled, about six feet to my slim five foot five, with dark hair beginning
to go salt-and-pepper and a coarse growth of stubble on his strong chin.

I kicked off my sneakers and dropped my jacket and backpack on the floor,
then went into my bedroom. I was just taking off the plaid shirt over the
teeshirt I had worn to school when the plumber called out to me from the
bathroom.

"Hey kid, can you come in here for a second and hand me something?" he
called out in what sounded like a Russian accent.

I walked across the hall to the bathroom, where he was sitting on the edge
of the bathtub with his tools spread out on the floor in front of him. He
was holding a washer in place and trying to reach one of the wrenches laid
out on the floor.

"Thanks kid. Can you just pass me that one down on the end?" he asked,
pointing to the row of tools.

"Sure." I handed him the wrench he had indicated. "Do you need me to hold
that while you tighten it?"

"That would be great, kid, thanks. Just come closer and get a good grip."

I had to laugh inwardly at that one -- I may have smirked. Because of the
way he was sitting on the edge of the tub, the only way I could reach the
faucet was to get up between his spread legs and lean over him. Once I
grabbed the handle, he put his big, hairy hand on mine to adjust my grip.

"You have to hold it tighter, like this." he told me, holding my hand in
position.

"Uh huh..." I nodded as I enjoyed the feeling of his muscular body pressing
against me. I swore I could almost feel the bulge in his blue uniform pants
growing and pressing against my leg as he used the wrench to tighten the
valve.

"Good job, kid. Thanks for the assist." he told me as he patted me on the
butt, his hand lingering a little longer than it probably should have. I
could feel his eyes on me as I straightened myself up without backing away
from him.

Even though he was sitting and I was standing, it felt like our eyes were
at the same level. I looked at him with a direct gaze and asked:

"Is there anything else you need me to hold for you?"

"Maybe, kid, if that super isn't going to be coming back. What's your name,
anyway?"

"I don't think he's going to be coming back up, unless you call him. And my
parents won't be home for hours. I'm Ben. How about you?"

"Andrei. Nice to meet you Ben."

"Totally." I nodded and smiled.

"As it turns out, I'm almost finished with this, unless there are any other
pipes I need to look at?"

I pressed my body closer to him, feeling a definite response between his
legs.

"I think I can definitely help you with this one." I said, looking down at
his crotch.

"Yeah, I've got a big pipe for you to help me with, and it's leaking right
now!" he said, putting his big hand on my shoulder and pushing me down onto
my knees on the bathmat between his spread legs.

His rough palm stroked my face as I unzipped his heavy work pants. He stuck
a thick finger inside my mouth, letting me suck on it eagerly. I was more
eager to suck on the thick uncut cock that I pulled out of his fly,
though. The head was bulbous, and tightly wrapped in foreskin even though
he seemed like he was fully hard, and the whole thing was at least seven
inches long, probably closer to eight, with a wicked curve to the veiny
shaft. He wasn't lying, either -- it was dripping precum like a leaky
faucet. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to wrap my lips around it and get
a taste!

He groaned as I slid his cock into my mouth, gagging a little as the curved
shaft worked it's way down my throat but not stopping until his hairy balls
were pressed against my chin.

"Goddamn, Ben, you are a real professional cocksucker, aren't you?" he
said, grabbing a handful of my blonde hair in a tight grip on the back of
my head.

I just sort of mumbled my assent as I worked on his dick. I could taste the
slick, salty precum coating my tongue and throat as I sucked him. He used
his grip on the back of my head to guide my movements as he slowly but
forcefully fucked my throat.

Before long he got tired of balancing on the edge of the bathtub while I
gave him one of my grade A blowjobs, and he released his grip on my head
and stood up. I was gasping for air a little, and before I could recover
and stand up on my own, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder,
carrying my across the hallway and dumping me on my bed. I lay there,
semi-dazed, as he kicked off his heavy work boots and stripped off his
uniform, revealing his densely furred, powerfully built body. He was
muscular, but in a thick, natural way that didn't look like the result of
hours spent at the gym.

I didn't have long to admire him from afar, though, before he climbed onto
the bed with me. As much as I had been acting like a little slut since
before my twelfth birthday, I had never actually hooked up with a guy at
home. I guess all thoughts about what would happen if my parents came home
from work early were cancelled out in my head by desire to have this big,
handsome guy's cock inside of me. It did feel weird to be doing it in my
own bedroom though, with my Justin Timberlake and P!nk posters on the wall
and my old stuffed bear on the shelf next to the bed.

He straddled my chest, working my teeshirt up over my head before tossing
it aside and leaning forward to feed me his dick again. With my head laying
back against the mattress, once his cock was in my mouth he could literally
fuck my throat however he wanted.  He took full advantage of that, too,
forcing every last millimeter of his thick, curved cock into my mouth so
that I could feel the head stretching my throat while my nose was pressed
into his sweaty, wiry pubic hair. I couldn't have got away if I had wanted
to, but that wasn't worrying me. There was literally nowhere on earth I
would rather have been at that moment that pinned to the bed by his big,
strong cock.

I was loving the feeling of being totally overpowered by his big, muscular
body. The feeling of his hairy legs pinning me to the bed was almost as hot
as the slurping and gagging I was doing on his thick curved cock. I could
see him towering above me, looking down with his eyes narrowed and gritting
his teeth as he kept up a smooth, regular rhythmic thrusting of his dick so
far down my throat that I felt like it was halfway to my stomach. I was
trying to breathe through my nose as much as I could, but it was hard to
get enough air with his massive cock lodged in my throat. There was spit
running down my cheeks and coating the whole length of his dick, making the
veins on the shaft gleam in the light from my bedroom window. I could feel
my own dick, rock hard, leaking precum into my underwear and begging to be
released.

As though he could read my mind, he finally sat back, letting me catch my
breath. He crouched on the bed, tugging open my jeans and pulling them off
and tossing them aside before grabbing me and physically flipping me over
so that I was lying facedown on the bed. He grabbed the fabric of my white
Calvin Klein briefs and with what seemed like very little effort literally
ripped them off of me.

He pulled my legs apart and knelt between them, spreading the cheeks of my
hairless ass with his strong hands. He spit, and I could feel the wad of
saliva hit my ass, trickling down across my eager hole. He rubbed the
slicked up head of his cock against it, teasing me with the tip as I arched
my back and begged for his cock like a bitch in heat.

Finally, I don't think he could wait any longer either, and he lined his
cock up with my greedy hole and started to shove it into me. I bit the
corner of my pillow and whimpered as the bulbous head forced it's way
through the tight ring of my asshole and lodged in my guts. He just lay his
heavy body on top of mine, holding me down on the mattress as he worked his
cock into me. It felt like molten steel as he drove it deep into my ass,
not stopping until I could feel his hairy balls slap against my smooth
ones.

He ground his hips against my ass, and I could feel his curved cock flexing
and rearranging my insides.  Then he started to fuck me for real, like all
that had just been the beginning.  He wrapped his arm around my neck to
hold me in position and started to hammer my ass like he was a machine. I
could feel his hips slamming against my ass over and over, and I could feel
my hole opening up to his dick. My own cock was sandwiched between my abs
and the bed, and I could tell that the way he was hitting all of the nerves
inside of me was going to make me cum without even touching myself.

He was ruthless, fucking me like he was raping my ass, but I was enjoying
every second of the fuck and every millimeter of his cock. I was loving the
feeling of his hairy body pressing me down, dripping sweat onto me as he
grunted into my ear. I was squirming underneath him and moaning, I guess
pretty loudly because he clapped his hand over my mouth without missing a
stroke in the movement of his hips.

I could feel the waves of pleasure spreading from my ass through my whole
body. It was pleasure mixed with pain at first, then pure pleasure as my
hole adjusted to his invading cock. I could feel my balls drawing up
against the base of my dick, and I moaned against his rough hand as the
sensations his cock was sending through my body shorted the circuit between
my dick and my brain. My whole body jerked under his as my cock erupted
with a hot load of cum, smearing between my stomach and the bed. My ass
spasmed and tightened around his cock like I was trying to milk it. My
nerve endings were tingling as he continued to pound my tender, sensitive
ass.

I kept squeezing his dick with my hole, eager to have him shoot his load
deep inside of me. It seemed to work, as he reared back, planted his hands
on my back to hold me still, and redoubled the force of his thrusts. I
swear the whole bed was shaking, and the sound of his hips smacking into my
sweat slick ass echoed in the room.

"You ready for my big pipe to burst and flood your hole, Ben?" he grunted.

I was so beyond words, I could barely say 'Yes!', but he wasn't waiting
around for an answer anyway. He was pounding away mercilessly at my ass,
totally focused on his own pleasure.

He let out a low groan and slammed his cock into me one last time, holding
it deep inside of me while he pumped his load of sperm into me. I could
feel his cock swell and pulse in my tenderized hole as he emptied his balls
in my ass.

When his cock slipped out of my ass, I could hear the slurping noise as the
thick head popped out, releasing a trickle of cum running down the inside
of my thigh and soaking into the sheet below me. He knelt in front of me,
pulling my face towards his softening cock, which glistened with smears of
cum and juiced from my ass. I lapped up the mixture like it was an elixir,
savoring the taste.

He left me there, lying on the bed, drenched in sweat, with his load
leaking out of my well fucked asshole. I lay there totally blissed out and
watched him pull his uniform back on and step into his boots before
gathering his tools from the bathroom.

I knew I should shower before my parents got home, but more importantly, I
had to open the window and air out my bedroom, even though it was cold
outside. The whole room smelled like sex! After my shower, I sat down to do
my homework. As I worked on the essay for my Social Studies class, I could
feel his cum still dripping from my hole, and taste his cock, fresh from my
ass. I kept popping a boner, and couldn't concentrate on my homework at all
until I stopped to jack off again.