Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 10:12:54 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Plumber's Apprentice part 5

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.
Matt's head hung down onto his chest which heaved as he tried to get his
breath back. The smell of male sex hung coppery in the air. I decided to wait
for him to speak, to let me know how he felt. I got off the bed and switched off
 the video and T.V. Looking at the clock I was surprised to see that it had
gone  ten-thirty. My cock was still half hard and hanging down my leg. I looked
at  Matt's sexy young body again in admiration, it was still covered with
sweat, and  it shone under the lights, his fine muscles in relief. What little
body hair he  had was damp and shiny and flattened against his skin, as was his
bleached-blonde hair. His belly was quivering, due to his bondage I supposed.
 Even soft his cock was magnificent, almost as big as mine was hard, it still
 glistened with my saliva, and I could see the outline of his torpedo shaped
knob  beneath his tightish foreskin. Matt looked so sexy, so inviting that my
cock  started to stiffen. Then I realised that Matt would probably be stiff
and  cramped, so I started to release him from his bonds. He still didn't speak,
just  stretched his limbs as I released them. Finally he was free.
"Lie  flat on your stomach," I told him, "and I'll massage your limbs to
get your  circulation working properly."
Wordlessly he complied. I straddled his calves, admiring his snow-white,
dimpled globes and I couldn't resist fondling them, they looked so tempting, so
beautiful!
"No, don't, please!" Matt hissed.
So I  reluctantly moved my hands down and massaged behind his knees where the
broom  stale had been, causing Matt to sigh contentedly. Then I massaged his
tight  shoulders.
"Thanks Dave," he eventually said his voice flat and subdued, "that feels
much better. I think I'll go home now, I've got work  tomorrow."
"Don't you want …."
But  Matt interrupted in a rush. "I don't want to talk about anything right
now.  Please don't question me; I don't know what to think right now. I need
to sleep  on it. I'll talk to you tomorrow. All right?"
"If  that's what you want Matt I'll respect your wishes; but don't you want
to sponge  yourself down or something?"
"It's  O.K. I'll shower when I get home."
With  that he got off the bed and stretched, then yawned. He picked up his
clothes and  trainers and dressed quickly, trying to stop me seeing his cock or
arse.
"I'll  be off then." He mumbled, still not making eye contact. "Will you
let me  out?"
"Sure." I told him.
I  grabbed my boxers and slipped them on, my cock was soft now too. I didn't
know  what to think either, so I decided the best course of action was to let
Matt  decide when he wanted to discuss the night with me. I led him
downstairs,  through the kitchen and into the garage. He got his bike and I held the
door as  he exited.
A  curt "Bye." was all that he said.
A  lame, "See you tomorrow!" was all I could manage.
I  couldn't work out Matt's attitude, and even though I had several large
vodkas,  while listening to Nina Simone, when I finally went to bed I had a
terrible  night's sleep. I was so worried I'd screwed things up with Matt. I got
up at  seven-thirty; I could still smell Matt on my sheets, and the smell of
stale sex  hung heavy in my room. By eight-fifteen I'd breakfasted and washed
as best I  could. Although it was another fine morning I decided to be a bit
discreet and  put on a sweat shirt and pants. I sat waiting in the conservatory
with my second  cup of coffee and I had a couple of cigarettes to help calm my
nerves.  Eight-thirty came and went, no Joe or Matt. I sighed with relief
when Joe's van  pulled onto the drive 5 minutes later, but Matt wasn't with him.
I went into the  garden and opened the back gate.
"Good  morning Joe, are you all right?"
"Morning Dave, I'm fine. Is Matt upstairs?"
"He's  not arrived yet."
"Strange," Joe mused, "he's usually very punctual. I'll just get set up
and then I'll phone his mobile."
I lit  another cigarette and paced around the garden, I was beginning to
panic now,  what had I done? The bathroom window opened and Joe poked his head
out.
"I've  just spoken to Matt, he's on his way. Apparently the silly bugger
went training  last night, and was knackered, and then he forgot to set his
alarm. He was still  asleep when I phoned him. Silly prat!"
I  heaved a sigh of relief.
"He  said to tell you he's sorry," continued Joe, "and he'll work the time
he's late  after we've finished tonight, there's stuff he can do on his own.
Is that O.K.  Dave?"
"That's fine Joe, just fine." I was so relieved.
Matt  arrived at nine-fifteen, so he owed me 45 minutes extra time. He was
quiet and  subdued, but spoke to me normally enough. I'd had an idea while I was
waiting,  and after I'd made them a cuppa I told them I was going shopping
and I'd be back  around lunch time. I gave Joe a set of keys in case he needed
them. I got my  credit card and set off. Nearby there's a row of shops,
including a well stocked  hardware shop. I found what I wanted, some heavy-duty,
industrial hooks and  bought them, along with some more rope. Then I did some
grocery shopping and  went home for lunch.
After  lunch, while they worked on the bathroom I set to work clearing an
area at the  back of the garage. Then I started to fit the hooks; I'm not very
good at DIY,  but eventually I had them embedded to my satisfaction. I'd located
four in the  ceiling, in a 6ft square, and two in the side walls. If Matt
really took to the  bondage thing I'd got some great ideas and I wanted to be
ready to implement  them. It was almost four by the time I'd finished, and as I
was washing in the  kitchen Joe poked his head around the door.
"I'm  off Dave, see you tomorrow as per. Matt is going to stay until quarter
to five; and he asked me to see if you'd  do him a last cuppa?"
"Sure  Joe, no problem, see you tomorrow."
I  made Matt's tea and carried it upstairs. I was nervous, but my cock had a
mind  of its own and was half hard. We had a long conversation; well Matt did
most of  the talking, rapidly, as if he'd rehearsed it, and with a red face.
Basically  Matt told me that after what had happened he realised he was
probably bi-sexual.  He loved what I did to his body even my fingers up his bum,
however, he was  sorry, but he had no desire to touch me sexually. He was still
hoping to find a  girl who'd do it to him, but in the meantime he was happy to
enjoy whatever I  could teach him. The sex on the videos turned him on, he
continued, but then  they were younger guys.
I was  disappointed by his remarks about me, but I decided to be
philosophical about  it, at least he was my virgin. He wanted me to "work on my body", as
he put it,  again. Then he shocked me by blushing even redder and saying he
was prepared to  come back Friday night and let me use his body until Sunday
morning. I almost  fainted at the prospect and readily agreed. He also told me
that he was going to  try and not cum until Friday as he wanted to try and
build his sperm up for  me!
Matt  got back to work and I went back downstairs, I was at a loss for words,
Matt's  announcement left me feeling like I'd won the lottery. He came
downstairs about  half an hour later and I followed him into the garage to lock up
after he'd  left.
"What  have you been doing down here?" he asked, "We could hear you from
upstairs."
I  showed him the bolts in the ceiling and walls. Matt's eyes widened and
gleamed,  and he subconsciously groped himself.
"Are  you going to tie me up from the ceiling?" he asked in a husky  voice.
"That  was my intention Matt, but the garage isn't as soundproof as my
bedroom, so I'd  probably have to gag you. You do moan and groan a lot, so that
would mean no  control word."
He  considered what I'd said for a couple of minutes, and then he flashed me
a silly  grin.
"I  think that sounds great! You'd be in total control, what I really want.
And it  doesn't matter about a control word; I know I can trust you not to go
too  far."
After  Matt had gone I made myself dinner in a daze. I resolved to try and
not cum  until Friday too, I wanted to cum as many times as I could while Matt
was under  my control as well. I went down my club for a few drinks, Joe was
there with his  son, Carl and we had a drink together at the bar, Carl was
drinking coke of  course, he's only 15. They were both in denims and T-shirts and
looked more like  brothers. Carl is an inch shy of his Dad's 5ft 11 and has a
similar, but  thinner, build. I know that they workout together at the gym. I
bought a round  of drinks and we went to sit down, Carl sat last and chose to
sit next to me  instead of his Dad; I was a real rose between two thorns. Carl'
s leg kept  brushing against mine and I fought hard not to respond or get
hard, I couldn't  believe he was doing it intentionally. If he was it was my week
for  surprises!
Carl's a cheeky little bugger, not disrespectful, just full of life; he
called Joe by his name not Dad. He cracked a couple of risqué jokes and Joe  didn'
t seem to mind. At ten o'clock  Joe told Carl to drink up, it was time to go,
work and school in the morning.  Joe went to the loo and Carl stood as he
finished his drink.
"You  seem to get on really well with your Dad Carl."
"We  get on really well Dave, you'd be  surprised."
He  sort of leered and winked then went after his Dad. Did that mean he was
having  sex with Joe I wondered? I'd have to pursue that at a later date I
decided, I'd  got enough on my plate with Matt. I left at closing time and
surprisingly slept  well.
Wednesday morning Joe and Matt arrived at the same time, Joe in his usual
jeans and a T-shirt, Matt in baggy shorts and T-shirt, which he promptly pulled
over his head and draped it over his saddle. After they started work I went
to  Comet and bought a portable T.V. and VCR combined; Matt seemed to be turned
on  by young guys having sex so I was going to set the machine up in the
garage.  When I got home I made lunch and tea for the workers. After a cigarette I
 stripped down to a pair of baggy shorts and went to sit in the garden for an
 hour or so. Joe and Matt came into the garden and took the tarp off the rest
of  the fittings, the shower equipment. Matt smiled at me and winked. Joe
handed him  a piece of equipment.
"What's this for Joe?" he asked turning it over in his  hands.
"It's  a douche head and rod for the shower."
"But  what does it do?" Matt looked perplexed.
"You  clean your insides out with it."
Joe  grinned as Matt caught on and went scarlet. I'd noticed that Joe had
intimated  it was for cleaning guys out, not it's more obvious normal use. Matt
looked at  me as he went to take the stuff upstairs; he glanced round to check
Joe wasn't  looking and pointed at himself.
"For  me?" he mouthed, looking quizzically at me.
I  smiled and nodded, Matt stared, half smiled, and then hurried upstairs.
Later on  I went into the garage and placed a table in front of the hooks. I put
the  TV/video on it and plugged and tuned it in. Back in my bedroom I sorted
out a  dozen or so videos of young guys having sex. I made sure there was a
lot of cum  eating and dildo play in them. I sorted through my collection of sex
toys that  I'd amassed over the years, and chose several; I put them all in a
bag along  with lots of lube and took them into the garage. I hadn't realised
the time, as  I came back into the kitchen Joe and Matt came downstairs.
"We're off now Dave, see you down the club tonight?" asked  Joe.
"Yeah, sure."
Joe  left via the conservatory and Matt waited by the door to the  garage.
"How's the celibacy going?" I asked as I led him into the  garage.
"It's  really difficult Dave; I've got a permanent erection."
"You  can't tell in those shorts." I said looking at his groin.
"Well, not while I'm wearing these as well."
Matt  pulled his shorts down a few inches, he was wearing a tight pair of
Speedos  underneath, and then he eased their waistband down to show another pair
under  the first pair. I laughed.
"There's something else Dave."
"What?" I asked.
Joe's started asking leading questions about how I am with you. And he  makes
the occasional sort of sexual advance, but laughs it off as a joke. What
should I do?"
"I'd  play dumb where you and I are concerned, I don't suppose he knows
anything, he's  just fishing. And I'd treat the other stuff as a joke too, just
like Joe  does."
"I  think you're right; I'll see you in the morning. Good night."
"Night Matt, and remember, no wanking!"
Matt  blushed, grinned, stuffed his T-shirt in a pocket and went out the
door.
END OF PART 5. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at
_INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
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