Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 10:01:19 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Plumber's Apprentice part 7

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.
I  hardly slept that night and I had to stop myself from tossing off, I was
so  turned on as I imagined assaulting Matt's beautiful body. I forced myself
to  stay in bed until seven, and then I got up, showered and had breakfast. The
 forecast was for a really hot day, so all I put on was a pair of baggy
shorts  and a pair of flip-flops. I was having a fag in the conservatory by eight
when  there was a knock at the front door. It was Matt, half an hour early; he
was in  trainers, baggy shorts and a baggy T-shirt. I went and let him into
the garage  to park his bike.
"I  hope you don't mind me coming a bit early Dave, but I want to make sure
I get  the emulsioning finished today."
As he  spoke Matt took off a back-pack and peeled off his T-shirt, draping it
over his  saddle. As usual seeing him half naked stirred my cock to  life.
"No  problem Matt, I hope you slept well?"
"Not  really, I tossed and turned for a couple of hours before I dropped off,
then I  was wide awake by six-thirty, so I got up, had a cold shower, and did
some  chores."
He  grinned broadly.
"Anything to stop me having a wank!"
I  laughed, pleased at his relaxed, friendly attitude.
"Right, you're a good boy, saving your spunk until  tonight."
Matt  grinned and a faint rosy glow flushed his cheeks.
"It's  supposed to be really hot today Matt, so if you want a cold drink
instead of tea  let me know. I guess you'd like a cuppa right now?"
"Please Dave, I've got the emulsion and my equipment in here," he pointed
to the back-pack; "I'll take it upstairs and get started."
When  I walked into the bathroom with Matt's tea I nearly dropped the mug in
shock, he  had stripped off his shorts, all he was wearing was a white
jock-strap, the sort  where there are two angled side back straps so that your ass
crack is left  exposed. With that and just his trainers on he looked so sexy. As
he sanded the  wall down his muscular, white dimpled arse was jiggling with
the motion; I could  have fucked him there and then. Of course I got an instant
boner. He looked over  his shoulder at me.
"Can  you put my tea on the window sill please Dave?"
He  looked hard at my bulging crotch.
"I see you like my work clothes then!" he  giggled.
He  turned fully on and put his hands on his hips and posed for me, though
not fully  hard his big cock and balls still filled the jockstrap, I think I
drooled.
"Jesus Matt, you look so sexy, like one of the lads in my videos, with  that
butt and dressed like that you'd turn the Pope on."
Matt  laughed out loud and reddened slightly.
"When  it's hot and I'm working, I feel much more comfortable dressed like
this, but  there aren't any other jobs we do where it would be possible.
Although I work at  home like this if Mom's not in, it makes me feel so sexy."
I  couldn't belief how relaxed and open Matt was now being with me, my
expectations  for the weekend rose; I could even envisage fucking him.
"Matt, if you dressed like that in front of Joe he couldn't help but rape
you. Christ, I wish my digital camera wasn't broken."
"If  you got it fixed maybe you could take some photos of me?"
Matt  sounded quite serious, he paused a minute.
"Yeah, I think I'd like that, nude ones too. Get it fixed and we'll talk
about it. O.K. Dave?"
"Deal  Matt. I'll get dressed and take it to the shop now;" I chuckled, "if
I can get  my cock to go down!"
I  went and put a pair of Speedos on to try and hide my raging hard-on, it
just  wouldn't go down. I put my shorts back on along with an extra large
T-shirt as  further cover for my cock. As I sorted my camera out I had a sudden
idea, the  concrete floor in the garage would feel uncomfortable to bare feet, so
when I  found my camera I got a couple of Dutch blankets from the airing
cupboard. I  took them into the garage and laid one on the floor under the hooks,
the other I  lay over the back of a chair. Shouting goodbye to Matt I went out.
The guy in  the camera shop told me my camera should be repaired by next
Wednesday. On the  way back home I called in the off-licence and bought a bottle
of champagne. When  I got back I put the champagne in the fridge and made Matt
another mug of tea.
How I  got through the day without cumming or assaulting Matt I'll never
know. The  sight of him in his jock strap was so erotic, he stayed three quarters
hard all  day, and the front of his jock was almost transparent where it was
soaked  through with his precum. One time I took him a cuppa he was squatting
down in a  corner, and I could clearly see his pink pucker between his hairless
white ass  cheeks, so sexy. Finally four-thirty came around and I heard Matt
clumping down  the stairs, he came into the conservatory where I was smoking,
sadly he'd put  his shorts back on.
"I've  finished the emulsioning Dave, so I'll go home now, feed the cats,
have  something to eat, and get myself ready for tonight. I'll be back between
six-thirty and seven, is that all right?"
"That  sounds great Matt, I can't wait."
"Me  neither." he replied as he gave me a beautiful smile.
When  I'd let him out I cooked myself a steak and ate it with some salad and
a bottle  of Grolsch. When I'd finished I went to the bathroom, as I went to
brush my  teeth I was touched when I saw that Matt had put a new toothbrush,
still in its  wrapper, and a new tube of toothpaste in the spare tooth mug. So I
went to the  airing cupboard and got him his own hand and bath towels putting
them over the  two spare towel rings. Then I showered etc, when I'd finished
I put on a short  bathrobe. By then it was almost six, so I went into the
garage and lubed up all  the toys in readiness, I put the table close to where
Matt would be strung up.
Thinking about what I planned to try and do to Matt I went and got a jar  of
Vaseline and my hair trimmers. I arranged everything on the table and
carefully covered them up. Then I remembered the difference between Matt's  height
and mine, I found an old beer crate and upturned it, placing it behind  where
Matt would be hanging.  I  attached ropes to the wall hooks and two of the
ceiling hooks. I tied a softer  cord to the ropes, for Matt's wrists and ankles; I
didn't want to give him rope  burns. My cock was almost stiff when I'd
finished so I pulled my foreskin back  and squeezed the shaft, catching the
resulting precum on my thumb and  forefinger. I ate it before going into the
conservatory for a fag. At six-forty  five there was a knock on the garage door. I went
into the garage and called  out.
"Matt?"
"Yeah  Dave, it's me!" was his muffled reply.
I  opened the door and let him in, he smelt fresh and clean, his hair still
damp  from the shower. I couldn't help myself, I reached out to embrace him,
kiss him.  He backed of slightly, holding me at arms length.
"I'm  really sorry Dave, but no kissing, sorry."
"I'm  sorry too Matt," I sighed, "but a promise is a promise."
I  stood back to look at him and my jaw dropped, he looked incredible, he had
on a  pair of shiny, black Lycra cycling shorts with a white side stripe, and
a  matching Lycra cropped top. Of course his flat stomach, pronounced navel
and  burgeoning six-pack were naked between the shorts and top. The rest of his
sexy  body was highlighted beneath the tight, shiny material; I could see his
nipples,  his muscles, his balls, his three quarters hard cock, even the
outline of his  knob. It was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen, anywhere.
"Bloody hell Matt!" I gasped, "Have you cycled here like  that?"
He  went scarlet, but grinned. "Yeah, it felt really sexy having people
stare, one  bloke even whistled, and another guy in a car wound his window down and
asked me  if I wanted a date. I did chicken out a bit though, I came the long
way round  through the park, there were less people about."
"I  bet, when did you buy the outfit?"
"Today, on my way home, I bought them because of you, I saw them several
months ago, but didn't have the nerve to buy them. You've given me so much more
confidence about my sexuality. But I can't let my Mom see me in them, so I'
ve  bought some other clothes in my saddlebag."
He  pointed to my stiff cock which was poking out of my dressing gown.
"I  knew you'd be really turned on when you saw me in them. Maybe I can wear
them  when you take the photos of me? I mean, start with me in them and then I
'll  strip off, and then I'll toss off, cumming over my body, and then I'll
put them  back on over the spunk?"
"Whatever Matt, whatever." I croaked, not really taking in what he'd just
suggested, it would hit me later.
"But  let's get this weekend over first. Come over onto the blanket and
strip off and  I'll tie you up."
Matt  walked onto the blanket and with some help from me he peeled the Lycra
off,  laying it carefully over the back of a chair. I shrugged my robe off
before I  tied the cords around Matt's wrists then I hauled on the rope until his
arms  were above his head, slightly apart, then I tied the rope off to the
bottom  hooks. I tied the cords to his ankles and pulled his feet apart just
wider than  his shoulders, tying the rope off loosely so that he could move his
legs a  little. I didn't want him to be too stretched, I didn't want him to be
put off  if he was too uncomfortable or in pain. While I was tying him up Matt
's cock got  really stiff and occasionally our stiffies would bang together
sending a shiver  through me.
When  he was secured I stood back and admired his hanging body, his big cock
was stiff  and leaking precum, it pointed straight at his chin. He was
grasping the ropes  and all his muscles were standing proud, particularly his stomach
and thigh  muscles. There was a thin sheen of sweat all over his body. He
looked at me, his  eyes were shining and he was grinning.
"I've  been thinking Matt."
"What?" he asked his voice husky.
"I  don't want to tell you what I'm going to do, and with the gag you can't
use the  control word, and you look so sexy hanging there I might get carried
away; so  I've had an idea."
I  went and got an old metal tray from a storage box; I came back, lifted Matt
's  right foot and placed the tray under it.
"Stamp on that Matt."
Matt  stamped, there was a loud clang.
"If I  do something you don't like stamp on the tray five times and I'll
stop."
"Why  five times Dave?" he sounded perplexed.
"Well, you might not like what I'm doing at first, but you might realise
you DO like it before you've stamped five times, so unless you stamp five times
I'll carry on."
Matt  thought for a moment.
"Yeah, that sounds a great idea, OK."
"I'm  going to gag you now Matt, do you want a drink first? It would
probably be a  good idea."
"Please Dave, my mouth's gone really dry."
I  went and got a cold Grolsch from the fridge, as I held it up to Matt's
lips he  looked at me quizzically.
"I  will quench your thirst and help you to relax."
"Oh,  right."
He  drank over half the bottle before he'd had enough, I finished it off. I
picked  up the gag, an old silk dress scarf, and stood behind him on the beer
crate and  gagged him. I reached around and tenderly ran my hands all over his
torso,  rubbing his nipples with my thumbs until they hardened. All the time
my  throbbing cock was pressed against the cleft of his buttocks. I hefted his
hairless ball sac; the silky skin was warm and clammy, almost sticking to my
fingers when I moved them away. I squeezed his balls gently at first then
harder  until Matt groaned loudly. I couldn't wait, I wanted his cum.
I got  off the crate and looked down and saw a thin strand of my precum stuck
to Matt's  backside and still coming from my cock-slit. As I watched it broke
and landed on  his leg. I uncovered the toys and stuff and dipped the fingers
of my right hand  into the Vaseline, I glanced at Matt and saw his eyes open
wide as he took in my  array of toys, I just grinned wickedly at him.
I  knelt in front of him and began to lick his knob, savouring his abundant
precum;  his cock was quivering in anticipation. At the same time I parted his
arse  cheeks with my left hand and inserted a couple of fingers, his crack was
warm  and sweaty. Then I laid my middle finger along his pucker, it was
warmer than  his crack and it spasmed as I pushed against it. Even through his gag
I heard  Matt sigh. As I took the whole of his knob into my mouth I replaced
my left hand  with my right and pushed my greased middle finger as far as it
would go straight  up Matt's bumhole. Matt bucked and pushed a couple of inches
of rock hard shaft  into my mouth. I grasped the base of his cock with my left
hand and started to  suck hard on his knob, bobbing my head up and down the
top of his shaft. I  fingered fucked him hard as I continued sucking, adding
another finger, then a  third. Matt's body was writhing as he hung there while I
worked on his cock and  bumhole. Even though he was gagged I could hear his
moans and groans. I tried to  deep throat him a couple of times but I gagged, I'
d have to practice on that a  bit more I decided.
His  body began to tense as he neared orgasm, I removed my fingers, took my
smallest  butt-plug from the table and rammed it straight back up his hole. I
heard Matt  grunt as it was forced past his sphincter. I twisted the butt-plug
base and it  began to vibrate inside Matt's chute. Matt's body shuddered as
new feelings  assailed his body. My right hand was now free, so I started to
fondle his ample  balls through his tightening ball-sac. Matt's legs went rigid
and I felt his  cock swell in my mouth, so I pulled back until just his knob
was in my mouth. I  started to swallow as the first jets of his hot boy spunk
splattered the roof of  my mouth; I loved the taste of him. Matt shot at least
a dozen times and I  swallowed every drop, delicious. I didn't stop sucking
even when I'd sucked his  bone dry, and what with my sucking, and the butt-plug v
ibrating away inside his  sweaty, squirming body Matt's cock stayed rock
hard.
Letting go of his balls I located a thicker and longer butt-plug on the
table. I switched off the one inside him, grasped it firmly and yanked it out of
Matt's hole. Before his hole had time to close I shoved the bigger one in to
the  hilt, I met more resistance from Matt's sphincter this time but I ignored
it.  When it was firmly in place I switched it on, it vibrated more and faster
than  the first one. Then I went back to squeezing and fondling his  balls.
Matt  was writhing as hung from the ropes, and he was sweating profusely. I
glanced up  and could just see that his head hung down and his eyes were
closed. His body  had taken on a rosy glow, and his muscles seemed more prominent.
He had a dreamy  expression on his face. Because his body was moving all over
the place I  concentrated on keeping his cock in my mouth as I tongued and
sucked away at his  knob. I slowly tossed his shaft with my left hand and, within
minutes, I was  rewarded with a large drop of precum. The drop turned into a
trickle, the  butt-plug was probably vibrating against his sphincter. Once more
I tried to  deep throat him and actually got his knob down my throat before I
had to cough  it out.
I  suppose I'd worked on his cock for about fifteen minutes when I heard Matt
 snorting through his nose, and once again his body began to stiffen, so I
prepared myself for his second orgasm. I was rewarded in seconds as his cock
began to blast away. Matt came as much as the first time and I eagerly ate
every  drop of his delicious cum. When I could squeeze no more from his hard cock
I  switched off the butt-plug and reluctantly lifted off his cock. I stood in
front  of him admiring his sweat drenched body. His eyes were still closed so
I reached  forwards and gently tweaked his nipples. Matt's eyes shot open, and
I was so  relieved when he grinned at me.
"Thirsty Matt?" I asked. "I know I am."
He  nodded. I went into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of Grolsch.
I  drank half of mine then moved the crate to Matt's side and stood on  it.
"When  I move the gag no talking, just drink. OK?"
Matt  nodded so I loosened the gag, he took a couple of deep breaths, and
then I held  the bottle to his lips. He finished in two long steady drinks and I
replaced the  gag. I finished my bottle off and moved to the table. I picked
up the can of  shaving foam and a razor, holding them up to show Matt.
"I'm  going to shave all your body hair off now, even on your legs, all
right?"
Matt's eyes went wide and he stared hard at me. He lifted his leg as best  he
could and stamped hard on the tray, once, twice, three times, he paused, and
then he stamped again. I looked at him, I couldn't read his expression. He
seemed to sigh and lowered his leg, placing his foot on the tray without making
 a sound.
"Does  that mean I can do it Matt?"
He  slowly nodded his head.
END OF PART 7. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at
_INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
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