Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2005 10:15:02 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Plumber's Apprentice part 12

The following is a homosexual  fantasy, if it is illegal in anyway for you to
read it please hit your  back-button now. If not I hope you enjoy  it.
After  several minutes of mutual deep breathing I hauled myself of Matt's
sweaty body.  I went to the end of the table and untied his legs after removing
the broom  stale, and then I helped him off the table and onto a chair,
kneeling at his  feet while I massaged his thighs and calves. I waited for him to
speak first,  because I couldn't judge what his reaction would be to sucking my
cock, let  alone eating my cum. Matt just lay there, eyes closed, breathing
deeply, as I  continued to massage him. I couldn't wait any longer the silence
was becoming  unbearable.
"Please say something Matt, tell me everything's all  right."
Matt's eye's slowly opened, they looked glazed. He shook his head and
focussed on my face. When he spoke his voice was low and  husky.
"Oh  Dave, that was brilliant. That thing inside me felt like a football, it
made my  whole body vibrate, incredible. And when I came it was as if my whole
body came,  not just my cock! I loved it, it was fantastic."
He  paused and sniffed the air.
"Christ I'm starving, is that chicken I can smell? It smells  great."
"But  what about the sucking Matt?" I persisted. "You sucked me off and ate
my cum,  remember?"
Matt  grinned broadly and gave a little laugh.
"Oh  that," he said dismissively, "you've made me feel so good this weekend
I thought  I'd give you another little thank you."
"But  after what you've said about not touching me?"
"Perhaps I've changed, grown up a bit, accepted what I am, I don't know.
Anyway I liked it, your cum tastes a bit stronger than mine, which I quite like.
 Did I suck you good?"
"You  sucked and deep throated me like a professional, I don't how you
learned to do  it. It was great, thanks."
"Good, I just did to you what you did to me. And, thankfully, your cock  is
small enough to make it easy to swallow. Now what about lunch? And then I'd
like a nice long, hot shower to loosen up my muscles. I love being tied up, but
it doesn't half make me ache!"
We  went into the kitchen and Matt set the table while I dished out the
casserole,  another quarter of an hour and it would have been ruined. Matt, of
course, ate  twice as much casserole as me, and he also ate half a French stick, I
was used  to his appetite by now. He had a couple of apples for desert. Over
lunch we  decided to watch a bit of TV, and then have a siesta before our
evening session.  After lunch I had a coffee and Brandy, and a cigarette while
Matt went to  shower, telling me to come and join him when I'd finished my fag.
When I joined  him in the shower he soaped me all over, his hands lingering on
their journey  over my body, as if he was appraising me. Neither of us got
aroused, we were  both too exhausted. He rinsed me off and gave me a hug as he
kissed the top of  my head. Then he told me I could go as he was going to turn
the power up and use  the shower to massage his aching limbs. He patted my bum
as I left the shower; I  felt like I was the boy and he was the man, weird.
I  dried off and tied the towel around my waist as I went into my bedroom. I
put  the TV on and settled down on the bed. There was Men's Tennis on, and it
was  Rafael Nadal, one of my favourites, I mean, what a body, what a bum, and
that  cheeky scamp's face! I turned the sound down, I mean, who wants to
listen to  commentators! I leaned my head against the wall, and stuffed a pillow
behind my  head, then I lay back to watch. Matt came in to join me, he was still
naked; he  pointed to his crotch.
"Look  Dave, my cock's finally gone soft."
Matt's cock soft is almost as big as mine is hard. He lay beside me,  pulled
my towel off, and put his arm around my neck, pulling my head onto his  broad
shoulder. It was a hot day and we were both soon dozing. I woke with a  jolt; I
'd slept for nearly two hours. Matt was still quietly snoring beside me.  I
gently disentangled myself without waking him and after turning the TV off I
crept downstairs. I put the coffee on and went into the conservatory for a fag.
 I was just pouring a coffee when I heard Matt get up and go into the
bathroom,  so I poured a mug for him. He came into the kitchen stretching and
yawning, he  always seemed to be yawning.
"Hi  Dave, Christ I've slept well, I feel great, what are we having for
dinner? I'm  starving. Oh, is that coffee for me?
"Yes,  it's your coffee; I poured it when I heard you getting up. What would
you like  for dinner? Steak? Fish? Whatever, you tell me."
"How  about steak with salad and a French loaf? Is that OK?"
"No  problem, I've got three steaks ready in the fridge. I presume you'd
like  two?"
Matt  grinned.
"Definitely, I'll make the salad and lay the table while you cook the
steaks, all right Dave?"
I  couldn't believe how easily Matt had taken to us being nude around the
house;  Matt was probably more at ease with it than I was. As I grilled the
steaks I  admired his strong muscular buttocks as he prepared the salad. Each cheek
was  dimpled and the play of his muscles as he chopped and tossed the salad
sent  blood to my cock so that I was soon half hard. I didn't know where I was
getting  the energy from.
After  dinner Matt had some more fruit while I went to the fridge and took
out the  champagne. Matt's eyes lit up and he drank his glass with relish after
we'd  toasted each other. I told him we'd finish the bottle just before we
started our  evening session. I explained that I wanted to see just what his
hole would take.  Matt smiled sexily and stood up hefting his thickening cock in
my  direction.
"OK  Dave, It looks like little Matt's ready for another session right now.
Do you  want me to wash-up? Or shall I go and get ready? I probably need the
loo and  then a wash out if you're going to be giving my hole a real work  out."

"Right Matt, you go and shower and I'll clear the kitchen  up."
When  Matt came back down he asked if he could phone his Mum and a couple of
mates  before we started the session. He'd had his mobile switched off since
yesterday.  So I left him phoning while I used the bathroom. Finally we were
both ready, I  poured the rest of the champagne into large glasses making sure
that Matt got  the lions share. When we'd emptied our glasses I took a bottle
of water from the  fridge and we went into the garage.
Matt  wanted to be tied up on the table like before but asked me not use the
broom  stale if possible, it made his legs ache too much. I managed to get his
legs  wide apart just using the ropes; when I left his arms by his sides he
told me I  could tie those in the air too, so I did. I gagged him, telling him
that the  neighbours were in, but I didn't blindfold him or cover his ears.  I'
d arranged his body so that his head  was on the table and the small of his
back was at the edge of the table, his  arse totally unsupported apart from the
leg ropes, and totally exposed. I got a  pillow and doubled it up and placed
it under his head, which raised it so that  Matt could see straight down his
body. Matt's cock was already hard in  anticipation.
Kneeling between his legs I pulled his hard, muscled arse cheeks apart
exposing his wrinkled dark pink pucker. I blew on it and Matt shivered. Matt's
hole looked tiny, and as I looked at the table with my array of sex toys laid
out I was still amazed to think that I'd be putting most of them up Matt's
delectable bum. I leaned forwards and ran my tongue lovingly up and down his
hairless crack. Matt shivered again more forcefully and gave a muffled groan. I
licked up and down his crack half a dozen times, then I veed my tongue and
pushed it against Matt's pucker. I felt Matt relax and my tongue slid into his
hole with ease. It vaguely tasted of soap, I was a little disappointed, I
wanted  it to taste of Matt. I clamped my lips around his hole and started to
tongue  fuck it. I held onto his strong thighs for support as I buried my tongue
as far  as I could up Matt's moistening hole. I could feel the shudders running
through  his body. My tongue was less of a vee now and as I lapped at Matt's
hole's inner  flesh the taste of soap disappeared, replaced by a lovely manly,
musky taste. I  tongue fucked Matt's hole until my tongue ached so much I had
to stop.
I  straightened up and took a dildo off the table, it was the first one I'd
ever  bought, about 6 inches long it was slim and made of silver plastic. It
also  vibrated. I showed it to Matt then I switched it on and placed it against
Matt's  pucker. As I watched Matt strained and his hole opened slightly. I
pushed the  dildo forwards and Matt's hole easily swallowed the whole thing in
one go, right  up to where my fingers were holding onto it. I began to fuck Matt'
s hot hole  with the dildo, after a dozen or so strokes I was able to remove
the dildo  completely before pushing it all the way back in. Matt's cock was
jerking and I  could see precum glistening on his stomach. I reached out and
picked up a  different dildo, the biggest I'd got. I was too turned on by now to
gradually  increase the sizes. The dildo was made of black rubber, venose and
had a  ball-sac. It was 8 inches long and 6 inches round at it widest point,
its  corona. Sadly it didn't vibrate. It was the thickest one I'd got, and I
hadn't  been able to take it. I looked at Matt, his eyes were half closed.
"This  one now Matt, get ready."
He  opened his eyes and looked dreamily at the new dildo, he nodded. When the
new  dildo hit his sphincter I felt resistance so I pushed a little harder
and it  gave way and I fed the whole thing to Matt's hungry hole until the
ball-sac  stopped it going any further. Matt had grunted loudly as the dildo's
corona had  forced it's way past his sphincter. I pushed my belly against it to
hold it in  place while I played with Matt's nipples until they erected. Then I
picked up a  couple of pegs and attached them to Matt's nipples. Matt's eyes
widened as I  attached the pegs and he groaned again. I moved back and started
to fuck his  hole again, twisting and turning the dildo as I did so. I was
bringing the dildo  back until the corona hit his sphincter and I felt the
resistance, and then I'd  push it back in up to its ball-sac. Matt had begun to
twist and turn and a fine  sheen of sweat covered his body.
After  5 minutes I tried to take the entire dildo out and then push it back
in.  Success, Matt hardly even flinched. I fucked his hot hole like this for
several  minutes, still twisting and turning the dildo. Matt had flushed pink by
now and  there was a little pool of accumulated precum on his quivering
stomach. I could  hear him moaning behind his gag. Even though my own cock was only
half hard I  was producing precum, I'd felt it drip onto my leg. I looked at
the table of sex  toys and decided on a set of Chinese balls next. There were
eight of them and  their circumference was equal to that of the dildo's
corona, I hadn't been able  to take them either, but I'd got a smaller set that I
loved to use. Continuing  to fuck Matt's hole I picked them up and held them
aloft for Matt to  see.
"What  about these next Matt, they're called Chinese balls, I want to see if
I can  stuff all eight inside you."
Matt's eyes went even wider and he violently shook his head  no.
"Don't worry Matt, I won't hurt you. I'll go very slowly, one at a time
and let you get used to every one. I'll ask you if you can take another and if
you really think you can't take anymore I'll stop. But the sensations will be
 worth it, believe me."
Matt  considered for a minute or two, and then slowly nodded yes. I removed
the dildo  and placed the first ball against Matt's closing hole and pushed
steadily.  Matt's pouty hole opened and then closed as the ball disappeared into
his body,  Matt had grunted again as it passed his sphincter. Grabbing the
connecting cord  I pulled and the ball started to reappear, as its widest part
came out it bought  some of Matt's shiny red flesh into view. As soon as it
popped out I firmly  pushed it back in. Matt writhed and groaned again. I looked
up at him. His eyes  were open wide and staring down his body.
"Ready for number two Matt?"
Matt  nodded enthusiastically. I fed his hungry hole the second ball, still
fascinated  by the way his hole opened up and then closed around the ball. I
was so carried  away I fed him number three without letting him get used to the
first two, and  without asking him if he was ready for it. I'd just placed
number four against  Matt's hole and started to push, when a muffled shouting
brought me out of my  reverie.
"Christ Matt, I'm sorry, I got carried away watching your hole eat the
balls. I'll let you get used to those three before I try number four all right?
And I'm really sorry, I'll be more careful from now on,  promise."
Matt  nodded yes, but his eyes flashed with anger, his face and neck were
bright red  and he was covered in sweat. To try and help soothe him I gently
massaged his  belly and balls, noting that his cock was ramrod stiff and still
leaking precum,  his foreskin had actually peeled back to expose his glistening
knob. I couldn't  resist lapping up the puddle from his body and giving his
knob a quick suck. I  looked up, Matt's eyes had softened and he nodded "yes".
When I pushed number  four in I stopped when Matt's hole was fully stretched
and eased the ball back  until it was only just breaching his hole. I looked
back up at Matt and slowly  pushed the ball all the way in until some of Matt's
flesh touched my fingers as  his ring closed up. Matt's eyes were half closed
and glazed over. Once again I  gently massaged his belly, and I could feel the
balls moving beneath my  hands.
This  continued until I'd fed six balls into Matt, but he kept shaking his
head "no".  I was getting frustrated now, I wanted him to take all eight; I
somehow knew he  could do it. I remembered something from a DVD, so I slapped him
fairly hard on  both arse cheeks, one after the other. Matt's eyes shot open,
and when I did it  again he glared at me.
"This  is what they do in the porno Matt, sorry."
And I  slapped him again, two on each cheek. I looked at Matt again. There
was a wild  look in his eyes, but he nodded yes. When I pushed number seven in
as it reached  the widest point I reached over with my free hand and quickly
released the pegs  off his nipples. Matt almost jumped off the table, but his
hole sucked in the  ball, one to go. I let Matt rest for several minutes as I
massaged his belly  again, then I showed him number eight, he shook his head "no"
, but when I showed  him my open hand I swear he grinned as he nodded "yes".
Placing the last ball  against his pucker I slapped his reddening arse cheeks
in quick succession, five  slaps for each cheek. I felt some give in his ring
so I pushed steadily on the  ball. At first nothing happened, and then his
hole opened wider and wider around  the ball until the widest part was in and I
saw the ball disappear into Matt's  channel and his ring closed up again. The
elasticity of youth. We'd done it! All  eight balls were now inside Matt. If
anything Matt was even redder and the sweat  was pouring out of his body which
writhed on the table. Matt's eyes were  clenched tightly shut and his face
looked contorted in discomfort. I took hold  of his cock; it was stiffer than I'd
ever known it, and it was slippery with  precum. I pointed it towards his
face and started to toss it with my left hand,  my right had hold of the balls'
connecting cord. Matt's body stiffened almost  immediately so I pulled on the
chord, as I pulled ball number eight out a jet of  cum shot out of Matt's
throbbing cock, shooting past his head onto the blanket.  I managed to pull a ball
out every time that Matt shot, his face and body were  soon covered in hot
man-boy cum. As I pulled the last ball out Matt's cum  dribbled from his cock and
he gave a long stuttering fart. It was ball number  eight, and cum number
eight for Matt since last night. I dropped the balls and  picked up a medium
sized butt-plug. I inserted it into Matt's gaping hole and  held it there until
his ring closed enough to hold it in place by itself.
END OF PART 12. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at
_INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
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