Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 19:00:37 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Plumber's Apprentice part 6

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.
When I arrived at the club Joe and  Carl were already there playing snooker
with two other members, so I waved a  greeting and stood at the corner of the
bar with my drink. When he wasn't  working I chatted with Chris the barman. He'
s 19, but looks about 15; he's 5 ft  6 with a slim, delicate, almost feminine
build. His hair is brown, short, with a  few blonde streaks; he uses gel to
make it spiky. He plays football for the club  5-a-side team, and whenever he
bent over to get a bottle from a low shelf I  couldn't help but notice how
tight and firm his bum looked, even if it was  small. Chris doesn't seem to shave
yet and he has a permanent blush. He's always  friendly with everyone, but he
seems extra friendly with me.
Before I knew it, it was ten  o'clock, someone came up behind me and
playfully patted my bum, and  as I turned around there was Carl grinning at me.
"We're going to have to go now Dave, sorry we didn't get chance to have a
drink with you, but that was a return challenge match for the club doubles
competition. It's a pity `cause Dad and I both like chatting to you, you're such
 a nice guy."
"Thanks for the compliment Carl. Did you  win your match?"
"Nah,  we lost 3-2, but they are the reigning champions, so it was a good
result I  suppose. Dad's gone to the loo before we go; he said to tell you he'll
see you  tomorrow. He won't be there until nine-ish however; he has to pick a
special  valve, or something, up."
"Oh,  right, but Matt will be there on time?"
"Yeah, big-boy Matt will be there on time." Carl grinned and his eyes
sparkled as he replied. "Dad's phoned him to let him know."
"That's great," I said not picking up on his allusion to Matt, "I'm sorry
we didn't get together either Carl; I like you and your Dads' company too.
See  you again soon though I hope?"
Carl  just nodded, and then he smiled, winked and left the club. I'd noticed
his hand  in his pocket all the time we were talking, and I'm sure he was
groping himself.  What on earth was I going to do if he came onto me any stronger?
I had a couple  more drinks then wished everyone good night and went home.
Before retiring I took a standing mirror from the spare bedroom down to  the
garage, I placed it below the TV/VCR, angling it so that Matt would be able
to see himself. I set up a couple of garden chairs and a table on which I
placed  the videos, toys and lube. Then I went and got some towels, and as an
afterthought a pair of scissors, a couple of disposable razors and a can of
shaving foam. I covered them all with a tablecloth. I wrote a note to myself to
remind me to get some spare batteries; I didn't want to run out over the cumming
 week end!
Thursday morning I woke early and I was washed and fed by eight-twenty.  It
was another warm day so I was in shorts and T-shirt as usual, my cock was  half
hard in anticipation of seeing Matt I suppose. Matt arrived a few minutes
later, and I unlocked the garage to let him in, he was in baggy shorts and
T-shirt too. He was red-faced and very sweaty, he smelt great.
"Hi  Matt, are you all right, you look flushed?"
"Hi  Dave, I'm fine, but I don't think I can last out till Friday. This no
cumming is  killing me. If I don't cum soon I think my balls will  explode!"
"Well, I suppose one wank won't hurt if you go upstairs and do it now,  you'
ve got a day and a half to build your spunk back up."
"But I don't want to wank myself off if  you're available," Matt sounded
exasperated, "I want you to get me off! You  know, tied up or something."
"What do you  want me to do?" I shrugged. "You know I can't tie you up, Joe'
s due in half an  hour. Hang on though; do you think the fear of Joe catching
me sucking you off  might be a turn on for you?"
Matt's eyes gleamed and he grinned his silly grin.
"Oh,  fuck, yes! That's a brilliant idea."
And without further ado he pulled his T-shirt off and pushed his shorts  and
Speedos down to the ground. His thick cock was stiff and standing straight
up, pointing at his chin; it twitched as I admired it. His foreskin was rolled
halfway down his torpedo shaped knob, which already glistened with pre-cum. I
sank to my knees and grasped his shaft easing his foreskin fully back. With
my  other hand I took hold of his loose ball sack and gentle massaged his heavy
 balls. As I slowly lapped at his knob Matt groaned sexily, while I savoured
his  sweet precum. I teased his large cock slit with the tip of my  tongue.
"Oh  fuck!" Matt moaned huskily, "Please don't tease me Dave, suck me off
now.  Please make me cum; my balls are bursting  with spunk."
I  took his precum dripping knob and about an inch of shaft into my mouth and
began  to suck while I continued to tongue his throbbing cock. I played with
his balls  a little harder and I began to slowly move his silky skin back and
forth along  his rigid shaft. Matt moans grew louder and louder until I had to
quickly lift  off his delicious cock. I picked up a pair of his Speedos and
handed them to  him.
"You're making to much noise Matt, the garage isn't soundproofed like my
bedroom. You'd better stuff these in your mouth."
Without protest he took them from me and stuffed them into his mouth as I
went back to sucking his delicious, almost nine inch, meat. The Speedos muffled
a lot of Matt's moans and groans, but when I felt his ball-bag tighten and
his  body stiffen while his back arched I clearly heard him shout.
"OH  YES! OH YES!"
Then,  with a forward thrust of his hips, his cock exploded in my mouth. I
started  swallowing immediately but he was shooting so much cum I almost gagged.
I could  feel some of his hot young cum trickling down my chin as it escaped
from my  mouth. Matt must have shot a dozen times before his body finally
relaxed. I gave  his shaft a last squeeze and his knob a last suck before I got to
my feet. I  don't suppose I'd sucked him for more than four or five minutes;
he'd been so  sexed up I was surprised he'd lasted that long. I looked down
and saw that his  cock was still hard.
"Thanks Dave," he gasped, "that was great; hang on you've got some of my
spunk on your chin. I'll just clean it off and then maybe you can do me  again?"

I was  shocked when he leant forwards and began to lick his spunk off my
face, but  before I could say anything we heard Joe's van pulling up.
"Shit," Matt gasped, "Joe's early."
As  Matt struggled into his Speedos and shorts I grabbed a towel and wiped my
face,  spitting several of Matt's pubic hairs out of my mouth as I did so.
Then I  re-arranged my cock to try and hide my hard on before going to open the
back  gate. I wasn't too successful in hiding my hard on, so I tried to
casually hold  the towel strategically in front of my crotch.
"Hi  Joe, you're early, everything all right?"
"Yeah  Dave, I found the valve I needed in my stock, so I thought I'd come
early and  catch you and Matt at it."
He looked serious, and then he burst out laughing. I actually blushed,  but I
managed to mutter.
"Yeah, sure Joe, me and Matt? Chance'd be a fine  thing."
I quickly turned and led the way into the house.
"I'll  just finish washing then I'll make you both a cuppa, and then I'm
going to  Sainsbury's to get the weekend shopping. I'll bring you the tea  up."
I  disappeared into the downstairs loo until I heard Joe going upstairs. When
I  took them their tea Matt's face was still red and he was shirtless, I
guess he'd  had trouble getting his stiffy back into his Speedos and shorts and
hadn't had  time to put his T-shirt back on. I went and did the shopping and
remembered the  extra batteries. I had lunch out, seeing Matt around the house
and imagining the  weekend was giving me a permanent hard-on and it was making
my balls ache. I got  home around three-thirty and made a pot of tea, as I was
taking the mugs  upstairs Joe shouted down the stairs.
"Dave, can you come up, we've finished the plumbing and I'll show you how
everything works."
I  went into the bathroom and handed them their mugs. The new walk-in shower
is  90cm by 240cm, big enough for three people, let alone two. I've had a new
suite  and bidet installed too. While Joe was showing me how everything
worked, when  Matt thought Joe couldn't see, he'd stand right behind me and rub his
stiff cock  across my arse. He seemed to be getting very adventurous, it
looked like being a  very interesting weekend.
"Right Dave you can use everything from about six o'clock, any questions?"
"I  don't think so Joe, and if anything comes up (the look on Matt's face
was  priceless when I said that) Matt can deal with it tomorrow."
"Right, I've told Matt to do all the emulsioning by tomorrow afternoon;  he
should be able to manage that if he doesn't get  distracted."
Both  Matt and I blushed at that, and I'm sure Joe noticed.
"I'll bring some yacht varnish for the  woodwork when I come on Sunday
afternoon, is that O.K?"
"Yes  Joe, no problem."
"OK,  then, we'll be off now, Matt's going to help me load the van for the
next job.  See you Sunday."
Matt  gave me a big smile. "I'll see you tomorrow Dave, usual time."
After  they'd gone I remembered there was another thing I needed to do for
tomorrow  night, cut and file my fingernails. That done I had an early meal;
after I'd  eaten I washed up, and as it was gone six  o'clock, I went up to try
out the new shower. First I applied some  hair removal cream on what little
hair there was growing on my balls, pubes and  arse crack. The shower was
heaven, I wished we'd had it done years ago, I tried  out the douche head which was
on its own feed from the water valve, and it  worked perfectly.
Clean  inside and out I went to the club. I had a crap night, Chris wasn't
working and  Joe and Carl didn't turn up. I was about to go home at ten twenty
when in walked  Matt, I was gob smacked. He came over and asked if I'd sign him
in, he looked  really serious. I did that, then went to the bar and got him
the pint of lager  shandy he'd asked for. I got myself a large vodka, I was
sure he'd had second  thoughts and had come to tell me the weekend was off. I
carried them over to the  table he'd chosen, well away from anyone else, another
bad sign. He spoke as  soon as I sat down.
"I  don't know how to say this Dave, but let me get everything off my chest
before  you say anything, OK?"
"Sure  Matt, whatever you say." I was sure he was going to cancel.
He  took a deep breath. "I lied to you about having sex with my girlfriend, I
never  fucked her, I tried, but I couldn't keep an erection. So she'd wank
me, which  worked for me, and I'd finger her. Then, like I said, when I told
her that  bondage might be the answer for me she blew her top and finished with
me."
Matt  took another deep breath, obviously more was coming so I lit a
cigarette and  waited for him to continue.
"When  I was thirteen my Dad left Mom and me," there was a long pause, "to
go and live  with my uncle, her brother, ….. as lovers."
Matt  stopped talking and stared hard at me for a moment.
"I  see." I said, not knowing what else to say.
"I  don't think so Dave, you see I'd had doubts about my sexuality from
eleven onwards, but when Dad did that there was no way I was going to become a
queer. And now all this has happened, and I'm enjoying it so much I know I'm
queer just like my Dad is."
Matt  stopped talking and dropped his head. No one could see, so I put my
hand on his  thigh and squeezed it reassuringly.
"I'm  sorry for what you must have gone through Matt, but I'm sure your Dad
loved your  Mom at one time and I'm sure he still loves you."
"Thanks Dave, I realise that, but that's not what's upsetting me." He
lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. "You've been so nice and kind and
patient with me but I lied to you. And I still don't know if I can do anything
back to you, it's still younger guys or lads that turn me on. You know, like in
 the videos?"
"You  mean you're not cancelling the weekend?"
"Christ no, I'm really looking forward to it, that's if you still  want to
go ahead after what I've just told you."
I  smiled at him. "Of course I want the weekend to go ahead as planned. I can
 understand you not wanting to play with an old man like me, but as long as
what  we're doing together pleases you, it's certainly pleasing me. We'll
carry on  doing it and see what happens. Right?"
Matt  heaved a big sigh of relief and his body relaxed and his smile
returned.
"Do  you want the good news now?" He asked, tilting his head to one  side.
"Sure  Matt, what is it?"
"About four years ago Mom, who's a Senior Nurse, had a stomach problem,  she
brought a douche shower head home from the hospital. To treat herself I
suppose, I never asked her what it was for, but going home tonight it all came
back to me after installing the one in your shower. As Mom's doing double shifts
 at the moment I had the house to myself, so I went into her "medical"
cupboard  looking for it, and there it was hidden away on the bottom shelf. I
looked up  enema in one of her medical books and read what you have to do. After a
bit of  practice, and one near miss, I managed to give myself one. So now I
can get  myself really clean inside." He paused. "Nice and clean, ready for
anything you  want to do to me."
Matt  sat back, he was flushed, but there was a smile on his face and a
lovely twinkle  in his eyes.
"Well," he asked, "what do you think of that?"
"What  can I say Matt? That's brilliant, saves me the job of giving you one.
If you  have one at home tomorrow night we can get straight down to work when
you come  back; unless you want to eat at my house and have an enema  there?"
"That  would be great Dave, but I've got to go home first anyway, to feed
our two cats,  so I'll do it then."
"By  the way Matt," I asked as an afterthought, "has Joe played you up
anymore?"
Matt  laughed. "Well, he made some crack this morning about me being stripped
and  ready for action. So I decided to play him at his own game and I asked
him if he  was interested in me, seeing as he kept on about queer sex. He got
very  flustered and didn't make any more remarks all day. Do you think I did
right?"
"I  think so Matt, the balls firmly in his court now; anyway, are you
interested in  him?"
"I  don't know, he's quite sexy I suppose, but I think what you and I are
doing  together is enough for me at the moment, and remember I work for him.
What is it  they say? "Don't shit on your own doorstep?" I'm not going to do
anything more  at the moment than learn what you can teach me. I'm happy with
that."
"Thanks Matt, just remember I want to please you, not hurt  you."
"I  know that, and I hope that we'll have a really good week end."
"I'm  sure we will, just as long as you trust me."
"I  trust you Dave, but please don't get carried away."
"No  problem Matt."
It  was gone closing time by now, so we said our goodnights and went our
separate  ways home. I kept going over what Matt had told me and I just knew it
was going  to be a truly memorable week end.
END OF PART 6. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at
_INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
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