Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:19:35 -0500
From: Derek Warner <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: Free Plumbing - Part 1

This story is about a straight guy who has a gay sexual encounter.
If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.

This story is pure fiction, from a fantasy I created and have jerked off to
many times.
If this bears any resemblance to something that happened to you, it must
have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.

This is part 1 of 2 parts.
All comments are welcome: djwarner1984@hotmail.com.

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I opened my eyes. I found myself face down on my bed. I turned toward my
bedroom clock. It was 9:02. I could see light; it must be morning. I was
naked and uncovered; I must have kicked the sheets off the bed. My hard-on
was pressed into the mattress.

I reached down for the sheet and pulled it up as I rolled onto my side. I
curled myself into a ball and focused on the full-length mirror mounted on
the bathroom door. I could see myself in the mirror; there was no one else
in our bedroom. My wife must have left for work already. Then I remembered:
this was the first of three days off for me.

I was awake now, but I had just had the most unsettling dream.

About two weeks ago, our station responded to a multi-alarm fire. There was
another fire fighter from another town already at the scene. He was there
when I arrived. I had never met him before. I was mesmerized by how gorgeous
he looked. He was very fit and he had deep brown eyes. Our interactions were
short and related to putting out the fire. Since then, he started popping
into my thoughts at random times. Now, this morning, he was in one of my
dreams.

My dream started out innocent enough. There was a fire. I went to the back
of the building to work one of the hoses. Suddenly, he was there helping me
work the hose. Then he was right behind me. Somehow our clothes were gone
and his skin was touching mine. His arms were around me and he was saying
things into my ear. I don't know what he said, but it made me very horny.
Then, all of a sudden I woke up.

I lay there trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I'm married
with a beautiful wife. We have hot, passionate sex all the time and it's
always incredible. Sure, I've checked out other guys in the locker room, but
all guys do that. I've never had any kind of gay experience or any sexual
fantasy about a guy. I stopped thinking about it -- I didn't want to keep
dwelling on it.

My cock was as hard as ever, I needed to jerk off. I pulled the sheets down
and uncurled myself. I looked at my body in the mirror. For a 31 year old
guy, I think I'm pretty hot. I have short blond hair. My pecs are
well-defined. I have a small bit of blond hair between my pecs and a small
ring of blond hair around each nipple. My nipples are silver dollar sized
and poke out very far when they get hard. My nips are much bigger than most
guys and I've seen guys stare at them in the locker room. I put a lot of
work into keeping my abs tight and there is a small trail of blond hair from
my navel to my crotch hair. My bush is full with blond hair and my cock is
six and a half inches long. I'm circumcised and I leak pre-cum when I get
horny. My legs are kind of muscular and they have light blond hair all over
them.

I rolled onto my back, but kept looking at myself in the mirror. I could see
my cock pointing up waiting for my hand. There was definitely pre-cum
forming on the tip. I spread my feet out toward the sides, opening my legs
wide. I closed my eyes and kept a mental picture of my body laying on the
bed in my mind. I pictured my wife crawling up from the foot of the bed. My
hand gripped my hard shaft and I slowly started stroking. I pictured my wife
working her mouth closer to my cock, on the verge of taking my cockhead into
her mouth.

"Ding Dong!" the doorbell rang.

"Fuck", I swore out loud to no one. I looked at the clock. It was 9:05. "Who
the fuck...?" Then I remembered. "Oh, shit". My wife told me yesterday that
she had called the plumber. The toilet was clogged in the bathroom
downstairs.

"Shit", I swore again. I found a pair of gym shorts that I usually wear to
bed. They were very loose fitting and dark blue; they should hide my boner.

I made my way downstairs and opened the door. It was not what I expected.
See, the plumber we use is a guy in his fifties. He's overweight, smokes
like a chimney, has hard lines on his face, and he breathes heavy even when
he's not doing anything strenuous. This was not him.

This guy was young -- maybe 20. The dark hair on his head was shaved. He
looked like he could grow a full head of hair, but he chose to keep it
cropped about ¼ of an inch long. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt.
Dark chest hair was poking out from the top of it. The hair under his arm
pits was jabbing out, even though his arms were by his side. His arms had
thin dark hair and were very muscular. I could see, even with his sleeveless
shirt on, that his pecs and abs were those of someone who worked out. He was
wearing very short denim shorts. There were marks and small rips on them.
The tips of the white pockets were poking out of the hem at the bottom. But
most of that was covered up by the tools hanging from his tool belt. His
legs were muscular with very thin dark hair; his thighs bulging out from
beneath his shorts. His calves were large and bottomed out with white socks
and work boots.

I tried to hide behind the door as best I could. I was trying to hide my
boner. I was also self conscious about my nips, too. Whenever I took my
shirt off, I always covered them with my arms. Most of the time, I didn't
realize I was doing it. I only poked my head from behind the door. I must
have looked like I was trying to hide as if I was naked.

"You look surprised to see me," He said. "You were probably expecting my
dad. He's on another job; I sometimes cover for him." I looked at his face
as he spoke. He had facial hair the same length as on his head. It appeared
as if he worked very hard to keep all of the hair the same ¼ inch length. It
was already a very hot day and there was sweat beading up on his forehead
and upper lip. His eyes were dark brown and I stared into them as he spoke.

"I'm the plumber? You have a clogged toilet?" He raised his eyebrows as he
tried to jog my memory.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I was expecting your father. Come in." I turned at an
angle away from him and opened the door. I folded my arms to cover my nips
and turned back toward him. He came in and closed the door.

"I'm Jack," he smiled as he put his hand out. I could see his arm pit hair
was very thick when he lifted his arm.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Dave," I unfolded my arms and put my hand out to shake his.
My right nip was now exposed. As he shook my hand with a very firm grip, I
caught him glancing at my nipple. He didn't react in any way as I then
covered it back up again by folding my arms.

His eyes went down my body. I felt very exposed.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he asked. His eyes were now on mine.

"Oh, no, I was already awake." I replied. "Let me show you where the
bathroom is," I said as I turned to lead him. I took him into the basement
where we have a guest bedroom with a guest bath. It's half finished; the
walls and floors are complete, but the ceiling pipes are still exposed.

"OK. I'll have a look. This should not take me too long. I won't keep you if
you have other things to do," he said.

"Oh, OK. If you need me for anything, just yell up the stairs." I said as I
left the room.

As I made my way back upstairs I was thinking about how hairy Jack was.
His bush must be pretty thick...
And his ass must be hairy, too...
I wonder if his ass is as tight as the rest of his body...
It looked like he worked out a lot...
Did he see my boner...

I stopped half-way up the stairs. What the hell was I thinking? Why was I
focusing on Jack's body? Who cares if he saw my hard-on?

I convinced myself I was just comparing our bodies -- guys do that. I looked
down at my erection. It was bulging and pushing out the front of my shorts.
There was evident wetness from the pre-cum seeping out of my cock tip. He
had to have noticed my hard cock.

I finished climbing the stairs and went into the bedroom. I lay down on the
bed and got into my jerk-off position again, spreading my legs. I was
determined to stroke off while I imagined my wife giving me head. I pulled
the loose material at the leg of my shorts to the side and released my cock.
It was still very hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

My hand made its way around my thick shaft again and I slowly started
stroking. In my mind, my wife came to the foot of the bed. She crawled up
between my thighs and her mouth moved closer to my cockhead. Then it was
Jack's mouth. I could see his short-shaved head, his close-cropped facial
hair. His mouth got closer to my cock.

What the fuck!?!? I opened my eyes; there was no one there. Why was I
thinking about Jack?

"Hey, Dave?" It was Jack. He was downstairs calling for me.

"Be right there." I yelled. I sat up and put my head in my hands. What the
hell was happening to me? I pulled my cock back into my shorts and got up. I
tried to adjust it so Jack wouldn't see my hard-on.

As I got to the top of the stairs, I positioned myself in front of the
banister, so he couldn't see my bulge. Jack was at the bottom of the stairs.
His left foot was on the landing. His right foot was bent up onto the third
step. His work boots and white socks contrasted with the muscles in his
legs; they were flexed because of his position and his legs were spread.
What was worse was that he had removed his tool belt. I could see that his
shorts were indeed very short. His bulging package was crammed into the
front of his shorts.

But I had more to deal with. Just as I got to the top of the stairs, Jack
was removing his sleeveless shirt. His face was covered in the fabric and
his arms were over his head. I could now see that his chest was covered in
hair. His nipples were dark and normal sized. His pecs and abs were
well-defined. There was a line of thin hair working from his navel down to
the top button of his shorts. And his pits... There where bushes of hair under
his pits.

I was speechless. He finally pulled the shirt off his head. He folded it in
his hands and swiped it across his forehead. As he wiped it down his face,
his eyes opened and looked up at me.

"Oh, sorry, I was really hot. I hope this doesn't bother you," he said.

"No," I gulped. Luckily, I could respond with one word, because I don't
think I could have formed a full sentence.

"I need to use your bathroom and, obviously, the one downstairs is not
working. Do you have one in your bedroom I can use?" he asked.

"Sure," I managed to say. I watched him drape his shirt over the banister as
he made his way up the stairs. I stayed in front of him to hide my boner and
we walked to the bedroom.

"In there," I said, as I gestured to the bathroom.

I made my way to the bed and sat down. I put my elbows on my knees and my
head into my hands. What was happening? I was fixated on Jack's body. I'm
not into guys, I'm married. But Jack's body was really hot looking.

I was trying to figure out what was happening to me when I heard Jack start
to piss. It sounded a lot louder than I expected. I looked up and realized
he had left the door open. The full-length mirror on the door was reflecting
right next to the toilet -- right next to where he must be standing.

I couldn't stop myself. I scooted over on the bed for a better view. I could
see him now. Instead of just unzipping his fly, he had undone his denim
shorts completely and they had dropped to his ankles. His hands were on his
hips. I couldn't see his cock, but it must have been dangling over the
toilet bowl. His ass was hairy. And it was tight. He had firm cheeks, with
indentations in the side of each cheek.

"You have a lovely home. You must have a beautiful view from your bedroom."
He called to me. His voice echoed off the tile in the bathroom.

He must have been referring to the hills you could see from the back of our
house. "Thanks, yes, I do." But I was focused on the view I had of his ass.

His piss stream stopped. I watched his ass flex as he shook himself dry.
Realizing he would see me when he came out, I scrambled back to my original
spot. I sat a little hunched over, trying to hide my raging hard-on and my
nipples at the same time.

"I need to show you something," he said. He was standing in the bathroom
doorway. I was afraid to look up.

"You have a problem in your basement," he explained.

"Oh, OK. Well, show me then." I managed to get out. I tried to look anywhere
but at him.

He turned and left the bedroom and I followed. His back was muscular with
fine dark hair on his shoulders and down the center of his back. His
shoulder blades moved as he walked. His calves from the back looked even
more muscular as they flexed while he walked. And his ass... It was so tight
in the denim shorts.

My cock was hard and was pushing against the fabric of the shorts. I don't
think I had stopped dripping pre-cum. It's a good thing he was in front of
me.

What was happening to me? Why was I thinking these things? I'm not attracted
to guys!

He stopped in the entrance to the guest bedroom. He started to turn toward
me. I took the opportunity to get in front of him to hide my hard dick. I
stepped into the room and waited to see what he wanted to show me.

What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. He placed his left hand
gently on my left hip. His fingers were touching the soft skin of my side.
His pinky was right up against the top of the waist band of my shorts. His
right hand he placed on the outside of my right arm, just below the
shoulder. He was making a move on me! Why wasn't I resisting? Was my cock
getting harder?

"Over here," he said as he guided me to a spot inside the room.

Oh, I'm such an idiot. He wasn't coming on to me. He was just trying to move
me to what he needed to show me.

When we got to the spot he removed his right hand from my arm. His left hand
didn't move; it stayed on my left hip. He moved in close behind me. I could
feel the bulge of his package settle in behind my left ass cheek.

I was paralyzed.

He lifted his right arm up over my shoulder and extended it -- pointing to
the far right corner of the room. The hair under his pits tickled my right
shoulder. I could feel the hairs on his chest make contact with my back as
he leaned in. His chin was just over my left shoulder, his lips coming close
to my left ear.

"You have a long pipe that runs across here," he was almost whispering. He
moved his pointed finger across in front of me, following the pipe up in the
ceiling. He stressed the word `long' as he did. When he finished, his finger
was now pointing to the far left corner of the room. But his arm was now
wrapped in front of me. He had needed to move closer to me in the process,
so now his right thigh was brushing up between my ass cheeks. His entire
chest was against my back. I could feel the hair on his chest and the sweat
that had formed there pressing against my back.

"There is moisture forming on the end of your pipe," he continued
whispering. "It's something you need to have fixed and I can take care of it
for you at no extra charge. I can fix your problem very discretely. No one
will ever know." His voice trailed off as his finished speaking.

His right hand was done pointing. He moved it down and rested it on my left
pec. As his hand open hand settled onto my pec, the nub of my left nipple
nestled in between two of his fingers. He didn't move his hand once it
rested on my pec. I could feel my nipple hardening with the touch -- he must
have felt it grow between his fingers.

I was hypnotized. I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. I was so
confused. My cock was so hard, it was pointing straight out from my body.
The waist band of my shorts was threatening to pull away from my body.

His voice was incredibly sexy and it was hard to think when he spoke. "This
must be the first time you've had this problem, right?" he whispered.

I somehow managed to nod my head.

"Let me give you some information that will help you," his voice seemed to
get even steamier. "When you answered the door, I was fascinated by your
nipples. I think they're hot." I could feel a slight squeeze on my left nip
as he moved his fingers together trapping its hardness.

I wanted to moan, but I couldn't speak.

"I could see your hard-on in your shorts," he continued. "I could see the
wetness from your pre-cum." I could feel my face turning red with
embarrassment. "I wanted to get a closer look. So..." and he paused.

"Before I called you from the landing...," he continued. The hand he had
placed on my left hip started to slowly move across my belly along the waist
band. "I had already been upstairs." His fingers tickled the line of hair
that traveled down into my bush. "I saw you on the bed with your legs spread
wide, jerking off." His fingers started to push down and easily slid under
the outstretched waist band. His finger tips started tickling the top of my
bush. "I think your cock looks delicious."

His voice made the word `delicious' sound so passionate and sensual. I
couldn't help myself. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and moaned out
loud, "ohhhhh".

"And I loved showing off my ass for you. You snuck a peek, didn't you?" he
asked.

I mouthed the word `Yes', but no sound came out.

He didn't wait for a response. His left hand was now in my shorts. All of
his fingers were playfully tugging at the hairs of my crotch. He was
painfully close to my cock, which had completely betrayed me with its
rigidness. The fingers of his right hand had now trapped my hard nipple. He
was gently tugging it up and down as he spoke to me.

"I can stop right now if you want," he paused and I heard him swallow. His
voice got lower and sexier. "Or I can give you the most mind-bending orgasm
you've ever had." He paused to let the words sink in. "All you have to do is
tell me you want it."

I don't think I was breathing. I was so confused. This was so much like my
dream. This must be something I want to happen. This incredibly sexy guy is
telling me he wants to get me off. I wanted to get off, but with a guy? I
started to get scared. Is this something I really want? Oh, god, but I do
need to get off. If he just jerks me off, that will be OK. I've heard guys
on sports teams do that all the time to bond with each other. It won't make
me gay; it's just one guy tossing off another guy.

I'd convinced myself. I would let him stroke me off and that would be the
end of it.

"Tell me `No' and I'll stop," he whispered. His lips were now touching my
ear lobe as he spoke. When he said the word `stop', his fingers stopped
tugging at my crotch hairs. He didn't remove his hand, he just left the
fingers tangled in my bush and stopped moving them. His right hand released
my pinched nipple and pulled away from my pec.

He paused long enough for my nipple to feel the cool air hit it. It was such
a contrast from the warmth of his fingers. It hardened even more and goose
bumps spread across my chest.

"I'll keep going, if you say `yes'," he whispered so softly that I had to
strain to hear his words. When he said the word `yes', his fingers resumed
tickling my crotch hairs. And his right hand found my nipple again and he
resumed pinching it.

I was gone. I pushed back into him, letting the feelings overtake me. My
head was already thrown back, leaning on his right shoulder. I turned my
head, trying to get my lips closer to his ear. I was desperate. I needed him
to keep going.

"YES!" I whispered. My voice was filled with such desire that I didn't
recognize it as my own.

I couldn't see it, but I was pretty sure a wide smile formed across his
face.

To be continued...