****** The Plumber by xxxpider ******
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The Plumber


This is a work of fiction depicting gay sex between consenting adults. If this
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I reluctantly made an appointment with a plumber to install a shower in our
bathroom. My wife had allowed me to attempt the job myself. I'd bought a how-to
book, a pipe wrench, and I was gung-ho to conquer the bathroom! I had put a
hole in the wall above the faucet and began disconnecting the assembly in the
wall, but I'd forgotten to shut off the water. That was only the first mishap.
After a few more mistakes I was forced by an angry woman to pick up the phone
and call a professional.

As someone who works nights (as does my wife, though slightly different hours)
I stayed awake all night and made the appointment for early morning. My wife
had gone to bed at about 5 am, I had only gotten home at 4 am, and so we were
able to spend a little time together before she turned in. I amused myself
after that by playing on the computer, looking at the sex sites on the web.
Looking at all the naked women, and the people engaged in all-out sex, got me
all hot and bothered. I was especially turned on by the men fucking girls in
the ass. I'd found one site that was really good and was just about ready to
pull my stiff cock out of my pants to jack off as I surfed when the doorbell
rang. I hadn't even noticed that it had gotten to be 8 am.

"Good morning, sir," the man at the door greeted me as I opened it. "My name's
Jerry. You called about your shower?" I looked at the man who stood on my
doorstep. He looked down at me even though he stood on the porch, which was a
step down from the level where I stood. He was very broad-chested and muscular
and had little bit of a beer gut, like I had, but he wouldn't be considered
"fat". His face was pretty unremarkable, not ugly, but not a movie-star mug by
any means. I'd say he was just an average guy that worked out (or just had a
job that kept him fit), except for the fact that he had to be at least 6' 6"
tall.

"Uhh, yeah!" I stammered, hoping he wouldn't notice I still had a decent hard-
on. "Follow me." I led him through the house to the bathroom where I showed him
the hole in the wall.

"Hmm. Tried a do-it-yourself book?"

"Yeah. Thought I could save some money. Guess not."

"In my experience most people end up paying at least as much by doing it
themselves, plus it takes longer. Some of them pay more because they have to
end up calling a plumber anyway, and they have repairs, etcetera, that wouldn't
have been necessary if they'd just called a plumber in the first place. I hope
you called me in time."

"Yeah," I looked at the hole in the wall. "Me too."

Jerry got right to work as I stood there watching him. I still had a raging
woody trapped in my tight jeans which I now realized wouldn't be relieved any
time soon since my wife was asleep in the bedroom and this man was working in
the only other room in the house where I felt comfortable jacking off. I just
sat on the toilet lid and watched this muscle-bound man work on my pipes trying
not to think about anything sexual. I'm no plumber (obviously) so I don't know
what he was doing, but it seemed a bit difficult for him to fit his huge hands
and wrists through the hole I'd made.

"We can widen the hole if you need," I offered.

"Wouldn't do any good. The studs are too close together right here. You
couldn't really widen the hole so I could get in there. It would still be a
tight fit."

"Well, is there anything I can do?" This conversation seemed to have a sexual
undertone but I didn't want to think about it because I wasn't gay. I did think
about it, though, because I was a frequenter of porn sites on the web and if
you look at enough porn you do tend to entertain certain thoughts and
fantasies, even if you never intend to do anything about it.

"Yeah, actually there is. Your hands are smaller than mine. If you could get
your hand down there and hold this wrench in place while I crank on the pipe."
That's what he said. Here's what I heard. "If you can put your hand down there
and hold my tool while I crank your pipe."

"Huh?" I grunted. I shook my head to let the actual words fall into place in my
brain. "Oh, yeah, I think I can do that."

To help out I had to get into the bathtub in front of Jerry so I could fit my
hand into the hole in the wall along with his. This was just logical since he
was larger than I was, and he could see over the both of us instead of me
trying to reach over him from the side, or straddling his body, and blocking
his view with my arm. This put me in the position of being in a submissive
doggie-style position with him if we were naked and inclined to have sex
together. Either way his crotch was lined up with my butt. This, combined with
my hyper-sexual state of mind, didn't help my hard-on go down any.

As he worked at putting a fitting on to connect to a pipe running up the wall
to come out at the top as a shower nozzle I could feel him rubbing his package
against my buttocks. I could tell that he was getting hard from the frotteurism
he was perpetrating on me, but I didn't mind. I don't know why I didn't mind,
but I was feeling even more turned on. If I had stopped and thought about what
was happening I would've probably been ill thinking about actually doing
anything sexual with another guy. In my present state of mind, though, I
fantasized that I would do something with him if he wanted.

"Well, to save you some money, I'll let you finish this. All you need to do is
connect the pipe, put the shower-head connection through the wall, close up the
wall, and turn on the water," Jerry said as he lifted his body off mine, but
not without pressing his groin against my ass again.

"Now that you've brought it up, how much is it going to cost?" I asked somewhat
fearfully. We didn't have a whole lot of money in the house, and we had just
paid the monthly bills so we didn't even have much in the checking account much
less any hope of getting any money in there before a check could clear if I
wrote one now.

"Well, with the fittings I installed, the repairs to the stuff you damaged,
plus my time, ummm..." he did some figuring in his head, "about $350, plus
tax."

My jaw dropped, "Three huh..."

"And fifty, plus tax." He probably wasn't exaggerating. We'd been there for a
few hours working on it, and he did have to fix some stuff we'd messed up, plus
the new fitting he'd brought (I'd bought the wrong one at the hardware store),
yeah, that was about right by my figuring, too, maybe even a little generous.

"How much do you charge per hour?" I asked. I'd thought it'd be about $50 an
hour.

"$60 an hour, for 5 hours, then... Oooh! I messed up. Make that $410 plus tax,
so about $430."

My jaw dropped again and my eyes went wide. There was no way I'd be able to
come with that much right then, or in the two days before a check could clear.
It would be at least another two weeks before I got paid enough to cover that.
I asked if there was a way we could set up a payment plan where I could pay him
a hundred dollars now and a hundred a week until it was paid off.

"Hmmm, can't pay, huh? Guess you should've asked for an estimate first before I
did all this work." We were still kneeling in the tub, but my knees were
starting to feel uncomfortable, and my hard-on was gone, so I was feeling very
out of sorts and queasy as this hulking man leaned toward me and said, "Maybe I
should just take this apart and leave." As he got closer I shied away. He ended
up butting against my hip with his still-bulging crotch. "Unless," he paused.

"Uh-unless what?" I stuttered.

"Unless you'd be willing to pay some in trade."

"What d-d-do you want in trade?" I asked, knowing pretty much what he wanted.

"If you'd be willing to take my cock up your ass I'd take some off the bill.
The greater number of times you help me to get off, the more I take off the
bill. Some things would be worth more, of course. For fucking I'll take off
$50, for a blow-job, $30- $40 if you swallow my cum. $20 for a hand-job. $10
for a dry-hump against your ass or between your legs. If I fuck you to
completion but cum in your mouth, then you suck my dick without cleaning it off
first, and suck me off, swallowing my cum from both ejaculations, I'll take off
$100," he grinned widely, knowing he had me by the balls. "I'll take the $100
you offered as a down payment, but if I'm going to front the rest of the money
I'm going to need at least another $100 worth today, then the remainder within
the next week. Okay?"

"O-oh-okay." I figured I was between a rock and a hard place, so I agreed.

"First of all, I want to fuck your ass. I could feel you rubbing back against
my prick as we worked. You didn't have any complaints. I even saw that you were
hard when you came to the door. If you weren't married I'd think you were just
as gay as I am, but I guess neither of us is out of the closet, really. At
least I never got married. I just couldn't stand to be that close to a fishy-
smelling pussy, much less put my dick in one. Sorry, I'd rather have another
man, with the same equipment and sex drive as me."

He undressed me as he spoke, peeling off my shirt then unbuttoning my fly and
pulling down my jeans and briefs with one swift motion. He left me hobbled at
the knees like that, on all fours in the bathtub, as he opened the fly of his
jeans and dragged out his trouser snake. I could hear him grunting and groaning
as he pulled his stiff rod through the opening, but I didn't want to look. I
was faced away from him, and I closed my eyes tight, trying to think of
something else other than my virginal anus about to be stretched by his dick,
no matter how big. I could only imagine, though, from his height and the size
of his hands and feet (yes, it's true about their size being proportionate to
the size of the penis) that he had a monster between his legs.

He squirted some cool, lotion-like liquid on my butt. He smoothed it onto my
cheeks and into my crack, but didn't penetrate me with his fingers. "I've found
hair conditioner to be a decent lubricant. So," he asked, "are you ready?"

"Mm-hmm," I grunted my consent. I really wasn't, but I knew I didn't have much
choice. I agreed, but showed the minimal amount of enthusiasm as possible.

"No, that's not good enough. I want you to say, 'Jerry, please, I want you to
fuck me in the ass. I know it will hurt, but I want it. I want your big dick
deep inside me!' Here, talk into the mic."

I opened my eyes to see a little portable tape recorder. He was prepared for
this! He must've done it before. I realized that he wanted proof that this was
consensual in case I (or one of his other customers) thought to press rape
charges on him. Certainly this sort of thing, with his huge dick and an
uninitiated ass, would leave bruises like a forced entry, even if it weren't.

"And say it like you mean it!" he added, threateningly. He switched on the
recorder and I did my best to play the submissive, begging Jerry to fuck my
ass, as hard as he wanted, no matter how much it hurt. Yes, I ad-libbed a
little, but I'd forgotten the exact quote he wanted me to say so I made
something up.

"Nice!" he complimented me as he hit the stop button. "I like your version even
better than mine." He put the recorder away in his tool belt. "And so, without
further ado..." I felt what seemed to be an elbow poking between my butt
cheeks. I had squeezed my eyelids shut again, but now they flew open as I
realized what it actually was. Lucky for me it was an uncircumcised penis, and
had developed with a much pointier, tapered tip than my blunt-headed member.
Even so, it was huge! I wouldn't have believed that such a gigantic thing could
fit into as tight a hole as mine if I hadn't involuntarily twisted halfway
around to look at what was starting to stretch me beyond my imagination, and
seen the crown of the big, purple head (still visible at the base of my spine
when I turned) disappear as I meanwhile felt the POP as the head slipped past
my sphincter and expanded inside me.

I wanted to scream in agony from the ass-splitting sensations, but my wife was
asleep just a short distance away and it wouldn't do to have her come and find
me like that, and my begging consent on tape. My vocal cords froze as I gaped
at the sight of his massive instrument tunneling deeper and deeper into my
bowels. He had slicked up his tool with conditioner, as well, so it slid inward
smoothly, oblivious to the pain it was causing me or the attempts I made at
squeezing my muscles, trying to stop it. The thing must've been longer than my
forearm, and was as thick at my arm's thickest part all the way along the
shaft, thicker at the crown of the head, of course. I was absolutely amazed as
I watched his body get closer and closer to my ass, not believing that this was
possible, but the pain in my ass and in my stomach telling me otherwise.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed triumphantly as he pulled me roughly back against his
groin, slamming home the final 3 inches that I thought wouldn't fit inside me
no matter how he tried. I was wrong and groaned to show my sorrow at being
wrong. He changed his grip from my hips to my shoulders, and as he did so he
leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. It'll start feeling better
real soon." With that he rose up again and began to withdraw. At first that
hurt just as much as the penetration with the vacuum effect sucking my
intestines out of place, but it did start to feel better, like taking a huge
shit when you've been constipated for a week. He pulled out until the flared
head wouldn't allow him to extract it any farther. "Look at that! I guess I'll
have to cum inside you just to be able to pull out!" and he slammed back inside
me, all the way, at full force.

I didn't scream, but I did cry out, softly -- loud enough to show my
discomfort, but not enough to wake my wife. Then I did something very unmanly.
I began to cry like a baby. I couldn't believe it, but I was crying my eyes out
as this man pounded his meat into my ass. I began to have flashes of memories
of when a man I couldn't see did this same thing to me when I was a child. I'd
never realized before that I'd been molested as a child; I guess it took a
similar experience as an adult to jar that blocked memory loose. I tucked that
memory back into my conscious brain this time, and concentrated on getting
through this experience. I continued to cry from the pain for another few
minutes before I got used to it, at least to the burning sensation of my anus.
The pain in my abdomen didn't fade, but I dealt with it. The stimulation of my
prostate was absolute heaven. I was as hard now, I noticed, as when I had
opened the door for my assailant. I couldn't believe that I was very close to
blowing my wad with the other, unpleasant feelings present. I was very
confused.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of excruciating ass-pounding, I felt him tense
up. He pinched my shoulders so hard that I felt I would pass out from lack of
blood to my brain. He was exploding into my ass, and as I felt him unleash his
flood of semen I couldn't hold mine back either. My cock jerked and spat white,
sticky fluid, one spurt for each one that I felt his cock spit into my colon.
Of course my orgasm caused my sphincter to squeeze hard on the invader, also.
My ass lips clamped onto his prick tighter with each squirt.

Now, for those of you who think I actually enjoyed that experience because of
the fact that I came you are wrong. Even though I did orgasm, and the tingling
sensation in my ass from my contractions was somewhat exciting, it was still
extremely painful. I had a stomach ache that made me feel like puking and my
anal spasms made me remember how stretched out I actually was. I was almost
willing, at that point, to do whatever necessary to get the money together so I
wouldn't have to deal with this trial again. The anal intercourse seemed about
the only way to actually pay down the debt (besides, I didn't think I could fit
him in my mouth), but I didn't know if I'd survive it. I guessed I'd have to
continue, but I felt like I was ready for a break, now that he'd cum once.

"Oh, did I mention, for any time that I cause you to cum, by fucking, jacking,
or sucking, whatever, that adds another $30 to the bill. So," he did some quick
math in his head, "you only owe me $410, now. I won't penalize you for that.
I'll still take off whatever amount for whatever act, so it will add up to the
$100 you owe for today, and then we'll just add on that little orgasm to the
bill. Now, since you did cum, and squeezed my dick so tight, I'm hard and ready
to go again. I won't be able to pull out until my dick is soft, so get ready
for another shot of spunk."

I groaned as he began pumping my ass again. I could feel the friction even more
this time. The conditioner was wearing off a little, and his cum wasn't a great
lubricant (probably because it was still deep inside me), so my ass felt like
it was on fire. I held on to the sides of the bathtub and gritted my teeth as I
endured an even longer time of being sodomized by this man. Since he had cum
once he was able to continue for much longer duration this time, and according
to my watch I had a dick in my ass for about an hour, 15 minutes the first
time, maybe 5 minutes rest between, then about another 40 minutes the second
time before he blew his load inside me again.

I had been able to hold myself back this time, even though my cock was fully
hard and close to shooting. I would certainly jack off after he left, or fuck
my wife before I turned in, but I was glad I wasn't going to owe another $30.
At least, that's what I thought. As his deflating penis exited my bowel,
dragging the still-enlarged head past my prostate, and then through my enflamed
sphincter, it was too much for me and I shot a second time. Since he was
pulling out I hoped he wouldn't notice this, but I wasn't able to control all
of my bodily reactions. As I came, and tensed up, he noticed, clucked his
tongue, and mumbled something about "another 30 bucks."

"Tell you what," he said as we both got off our knees and stepped out of the
tub. "I'll give you a freebie. If you want, I'll give you a blow-job without
charging you the normal $30 for it, just to let you feel how good it can be
from a man, and to give you just some pure pleasure after enduring that ass
pounding. Sound good?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I wearily, and warily, agreed. I sat on the toilet and he knelt between my
outstretched legs. He took my now-flaccid penis in his mouth and began sucking
my hard again. It took a few minutes to regain my hard-on, having just cum
twice and still being in a great deal of pain, but when it was finally re-
inflated I experienced the most wonderful oral sex I'd ever felt. There was
just something about the way a man was able to do the right things to my dick,
licking the right spots, sucking in the right way, never even touching me with
his teeth, I was blown away (no pun intended)! I wished my wife could do it
this way, but I knew it'd never happen. I'd tried teaching her, but she could
never remember everything. In less time than it took to breathe life into my
member I was shooting my third load in about an hour.

"There's something to think about," he grinned at me as he wiped his chin and
stood up. He unbuttoned his pants and tucked his cock back into his jeans. "If
you want that again I'd be glad to do it for you, for an additional $30 charge
on your bill. If you eventually pay off the bill, but you still want it from
time to time, I'll simply trade you, one cum for one cum. If you want a blow,
or if you want a hand job, I'll trade you for a blow, or a hand-job, or a butt-
fuck. If you want to butt-fuck me, forget about it. I'm a top. That means I
fuck, I don't get fucked. I'll still suck. I'm not against giving my partners
some pleasure, but I don't get penetrated. Got it?"

"Sure, no problem," I nodded. "If I want anal sex I can always get it from my
wife," I lied. She'd do it sometimes, but not whenever I wanted. If she did it
any time I wanted I wouldn't even care about looking at the internet. I'd spend
all my free time in bed, in my wife's ass! I guess the obsession came from my
childhood experience that I hadn't even remembered until recently. "Um,
tomorrow I'll be sleeping, but is there a time when I can meet you, somewhere
else, maybe, to pay a little more?"

"You bet! I'll give you my card with my home address on the back. You can come
over anytime after 5:30. I can treat you a little better there, and give you a
little more comfort, maybe in bed, hmm?"

"Okay. I may only end up paying off 20 or 40 dollars, or maybe not. I may end
up owing you more. I'll tell you now, I don't know if I can handle taking it in
my butt again, but I'd like to get another blow-job. I'll try to pay as much as
I can, though."

"Great! I'll see you tomorrow!" he grabbed his tool belt from the floor,
pressed his card into my hand, then kissed me on the lips before striding out
the door to let himself out.

I didn't know what the next day would bring, but I would be willing to try
whatever he wanted if he'd keep giving me those wonderful blows!

To be continued...

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