My wife and I had been having trouble with the faucet in the bathroom of our apartment. It had gotten clogged up with grit and wasn't flowing properly. We called a plumber, who agreed to work on it the next day. We decided that I would stay home from work in the morning to be there for the plumber, since she had some meetings that would be difficult to reschedule and my morning was clear.
The appointment was for ten a.m., and he buzzed right on time. As I opened the door to greet him, I couldn't believe how gorgeous he was. He had big dark eyes, with long black eyelashes, and fashionably short hair. He looked about 30 years old (I'm 31) and about 5' 9" tall (I'm over six feet). He smiled a greeting and said, "Hey, you havin' trouble with a faucet?"
I quickly got my thoughts back to the problem at hand. "Yeah," I said, and led him to bathroom. He tried the faucet and saw the trouble. "Hafta come out," he said. "I got one like it in the truck." He turned to go back for his tools and the replacement faucet. I watched as he walked ahead of me. He was in good shape, with a cute butt packed into blue jeans, and a great smile. What a hunk!
As I waited for him to return, I was going over the possibilities in my mind. I had slept with a lot of guys before I got married, and sure missed sucking some cock. Sex with my wife was great, but I really love slurping on a hard cock until I'm rewarding with a creamy hot load to swallow. I used to cruise a local university and suck off some good- looking guys in the restrooms there, but lately my schedule had not allowed time for it. I hadn't sucked anyone in about a year, and here was this fine-looking stud coming back into my own home in a few minutes. Would he let me blow him? How could I suggest it?
I rearranged my hardening cock just before he returned. I scoped him out more carefully as he went to work. When he took off his jacket, he revealed a work shirt with the name Randy stitched over the breast. He had strong-looking arms, but was not muscle-bound. I cursed silently as I saw the gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand. It figures that a guy this gorgeous has a chick at home to poke. There go my chances, I thought.
We made small talk as he worked. He asked how long I had lived here, and what I did. I asked him how long he'd been a plumber, and so on. Although his head and torso were under the vanity as he messed with the pipes, I watched his legs as he wriggled around, trying to loosen a stubborn connection. He was wearing heavy work boots, which really turned me on. He jeans were tight on him and driving me bananas. Thankfully he couldn't see the bulge at my own crotch.
I still couldn't decide how to proposition him. Should I just blurt it out? I've sucked off plenty of married guys, guys whose wives either didn't like sex enough, or didn't like giving head, or whatever. Maybe Randy would still go for it.
He finished replacing the faucet, and then tested it. It worked fine, and he seemed happy with it. Randy gathered together his tools and the old faucet, and then asked if he could use the bathroom, saying that his coffee ran right through him. I laughed and told him yes, and left the room. As I stood outside, I could hear his strong stream of piss splashing in the toilet. I imagined him standing there, holding his cock. I tried to picture the curly black hairs that must cover his balls, and I wondered how long his cock was. Personally, I like to suck long cocks, but not too long. It's most fun if I can take it all in my mouth and throat without being uncomfortable.
As I was visualizing Randy standing there with his cock in his hand letting his stream fly, I wondered if I should have made my move then, by saying something like, "Sure, you can pee, if I can hold your cock for you!" Then I thought no, that would have really flipped him out. I wasn't worried about him beating me up in my own home or anything like that, but I bet he would not have gone for me watching him piss, let alone holding his cock while he did it.
After he emerged from the bathroom, he asked to use the phone to call his next appointment. I showed him the phone in the living room, and scoped him out while he wasn't looking. His muscled chest was hidden by his work shirt, of course, but I could picture the contours of his form. I decided then that, what the fuck, no guts no glory, I had to ask this guy to let me blow him.
Randy got off the phone without being able to reach his next job. He then asked to wash up good in the kitchen, because he didn't want to get grime all over the bathroom sink. I pointed the way and stood with him as he cleaned his hands and arms thoroughly. As he finished drying and was collecting this tool belt, I blurted out, "Y'know, I don't have to be at work anytime soon. If you've got some time, I'd love to give you a hot blow job before you leave." He stopped what he was doing, and looked at me, saying "You would, huh?"
"Yes," I replied, daring to look him in the eye. "I bet you've got a great cock, and I'd love to suck it for you." He resumed putting tools on his belt.
"Well, I've often thought about something like that," he answered. My heart skipped a beat. Was he gonna let me do it? He continued, "but I've never done anything with a man before."
"That's okay," I said, stepping closer. "Just pull it out and I'll do the rest." My hands drifted over to him. Randy stood completely rigid as I caressed him. He didn't look at me as my hands dropped down to his crotch.
"I dunno . . ." he mumbled. I continued fondling his cock through his jeans, feeling it grow harder with my touch.
"Oh, yeah, you do have a hard one in there. Lemme suck it for you. I wanna kiss your balls, run my tongue up and down your cock, and taste your cum," I whispered. I dropped to my knees and began to unbuckle Randy's belt. He didn't move to stop me, so I continued, moving to unbutton his jeans. He wore white jockey underwear, and moaned softly as I freed his swelling cock.
I said, "Yeah, I knew you were hard." I started licking his cock, rolling my tongue around on it. I could taste the precum that was oozing out. Randy was quiet, but I felt his hands come up behind me to squeeze my shoulders and muss my hair.
He cleared his throat and said, "I-I don't think I can cum, uh, standing up." I stood and guided him out of the kitchen into the carpeted hallway. I would have liked to have stripped both of us naked and gotten into bed, but I didn't want to do it in the bed I shared with my wife. I pushed Randy down on to the carpet, and pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. Straddling him, I resumed my attentions to his cock and balls. Handling his furry balls, I kissed and licked them, and then took one at a time into my mouth. Randy was moaning quietly. I pulled off and looked over at him. His eyes were closed, and he was running his tongue across dried lips.
"You like me working your balls?" I asked.
"God, yeah!" he replied. "Suck me!"
I needed no further urging. Pouncing on his hard cock, I wet the shaft with my tongue, gliding up, down and around it. Then I took the head in my mouth, and began to work up and down. His cock was only about seven inches long, and I was soon able to take him all in on one stroke, then slide out to just the head, then resume the stroke back onto him. Randy moved his hands back to my hair, running his hands through it. I cupped his balls, and gently tugged and caressed them while his cock slurped in and out of my mouth. I moved my hands to knead his ass cheeks, enjoying the firmness of his ass. Then I tried to worm one finger into his asshole, but its tightness and the way Randy caught his breath then told me that he didn't want anything up his ass.
I brought my hands back to his cock, and held it while I paid close attention to the reddish-purple head. I held the head of his cock in my mouth, and slurped my tongue all around it. Then I resumed pumping up and down on the whole cock while my hands fondled his balls. He began bucking his hips in a fucking motion, trying to urge his cock down my throat. As his balls were tensing and his breaths grew quicker and shorter, I knew that he would cum shortly.
Cum he did! I pulled my mouth up to the head of his cock, and his warm cum gushed into my mouth. I swished it around my tongue, enjoying the taste. Same familiar taste as always: thick consistency, a little bitter, a little salty. Randy's cock continued to spew my reward, so I swallowed what I had and welcomed the continuing flow. He continued to pump his load into my mouth.
As he stopped cumming, I pulled off, grabbed a breath, and held his cock my hands as I licked the head. Randy moaned, bucked some more, and some more cum flowed out of his cock. I lapped that up, then backed off again. As I caressed his balls, I gently blew on his cock head. I found out long ago that is one of the best sensations after a blow job. The air stream on the hyper-sensitive, wet head is just incredible. Randy sat up, shivered, and bucked his hips some more.
I climbed off and smiled at him. His breathing had returned to normal. He quickly stood up, and pulled up his shorts and jeans.
"Uh, thanks, man. That was a great blow job!" He nervously got his stuff together, not making eye contact with me. I was used to straight guys being wigged out after a hot blow job by another guy, so it didn't really bother me. He felt really bad about presenting me with a bill for the repair, though. He just handed it to me, and pointed at where to sign, not saying a word. I wish he was more relaxed about the whole deal, because I had never intended to swap a suck-off for the plumbing job; I just wanted to blow because I knew we would both enjoy it.
Randy put his jacket on and mumbled a curt goodbye. I never saw him again, although I often fantasize about meeting him somewhere, say in a park over his lunch hour, and sucking him off in the bushes on a hot summer day.
After he left, I quickly dropped my pants, laid down in the living room and jacked off, replaying the blow job in my mind. I imagined sucking his fine cock, and squeezing his tight butt. As I shot my load, I pretended that he had let me fuck him, and that I was cumming up his tight asshole.
"Oh, Randy," I moaned through gritted teeth, "take this hot load up your ass! Yeah, buddy, take it all!" Cum was spurting out of my cock, covering my hand and belly.
After a minute, I calmed down, got a tissue, cleaned myself up, and went on to work. That night, my wife asked me how the plumber was. I told her that he was fine, that it was a good job.
The appointment was for ten a.m., and he buzzed right on time. As I opened the door to greet him, I couldn't believe how gorgeous he was. He had big dark eyes, with long black eyelashes, and fashionably short hair. He looked about 30 years old (I'm 31) and about 5' 9" tall (I'm over six feet). He smiled a greeting and said, "Hey, you havin' trouble with a faucet?"
I quickly got my thoughts back to the problem at hand. "Yeah," I said, and led him to bathroom. He tried the faucet and saw the trouble. "Hafta come out," he said. "I got one like it in the truck." He turned to go back for his tools and the replacement faucet. I watched as he walked ahead of me. He was in good shape, with a cute butt packed into blue jeans, and a great smile. What a hunk!
As I waited for him to return, I was going over the possibilities in my mind. I had slept with a lot of guys before I got married, and sure missed sucking some cock. Sex with my wife was great, but I really love slurping on a hard cock until I'm rewarding with a creamy hot load to swallow. I used to cruise a local university and suck off some good- looking guys in the restrooms there, but lately my schedule had not allowed time for it. I hadn't sucked anyone in about a year, and here was this fine-looking stud coming back into my own home in a few minutes. Would he let me blow him? How could I suggest it?
I rearranged my hardening cock just before he returned. I scoped him out more carefully as he went to work. When he took off his jacket, he revealed a work shirt with the name Randy stitched over the breast. He had strong-looking arms, but was not muscle-bound. I cursed silently as I saw the gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand. It figures that a guy this gorgeous has a chick at home to poke. There go my chances, I thought.
We made small talk as he worked. He asked how long I had lived here, and what I did. I asked him how long he'd been a plumber, and so on. Although his head and torso were under the vanity as he messed with the pipes, I watched his legs as he wriggled around, trying to loosen a stubborn connection. He was wearing heavy work boots, which really turned me on. He jeans were tight on him and driving me bananas. Thankfully he couldn't see the bulge at my own crotch.
I still couldn't decide how to proposition him. Should I just blurt it out? I've sucked off plenty of married guys, guys whose wives either didn't like sex enough, or didn't like giving head, or whatever. Maybe Randy would still go for it.
He finished replacing the faucet, and then tested it. It worked fine, and he seemed happy with it. Randy gathered together his tools and the old faucet, and then asked if he could use the bathroom, saying that his coffee ran right through him. I laughed and told him yes, and left the room. As I stood outside, I could hear his strong stream of piss splashing in the toilet. I imagined him standing there, holding his cock. I tried to picture the curly black hairs that must cover his balls, and I wondered how long his cock was. Personally, I like to suck long cocks, but not too long. It's most fun if I can take it all in my mouth and throat without being uncomfortable.
As I was visualizing Randy standing there with his cock in his hand letting his stream fly, I wondered if I should have made my move then, by saying something like, "Sure, you can pee, if I can hold your cock for you!" Then I thought no, that would have really flipped him out. I wasn't worried about him beating me up in my own home or anything like that, but I bet he would not have gone for me watching him piss, let alone holding his cock while he did it.
After he emerged from the bathroom, he asked to use the phone to call his next appointment. I showed him the phone in the living room, and scoped him out while he wasn't looking. His muscled chest was hidden by his work shirt, of course, but I could picture the contours of his form. I decided then that, what the fuck, no guts no glory, I had to ask this guy to let me blow him.
Randy got off the phone without being able to reach his next job. He then asked to wash up good in the kitchen, because he didn't want to get grime all over the bathroom sink. I pointed the way and stood with him as he cleaned his hands and arms thoroughly. As he finished drying and was collecting this tool belt, I blurted out, "Y'know, I don't have to be at work anytime soon. If you've got some time, I'd love to give you a hot blow job before you leave." He stopped what he was doing, and looked at me, saying "You would, huh?"
"Yes," I replied, daring to look him in the eye. "I bet you've got a great cock, and I'd love to suck it for you." He resumed putting tools on his belt.
"Well, I've often thought about something like that," he answered. My heart skipped a beat. Was he gonna let me do it? He continued, "but I've never done anything with a man before."
"That's okay," I said, stepping closer. "Just pull it out and I'll do the rest." My hands drifted over to him. Randy stood completely rigid as I caressed him. He didn't look at me as my hands dropped down to his crotch.
"I dunno . . ." he mumbled. I continued fondling his cock through his jeans, feeling it grow harder with my touch.
"Oh, yeah, you do have a hard one in there. Lemme suck it for you. I wanna kiss your balls, run my tongue up and down your cock, and taste your cum," I whispered. I dropped to my knees and began to unbuckle Randy's belt. He didn't move to stop me, so I continued, moving to unbutton his jeans. He wore white jockey underwear, and moaned softly as I freed his swelling cock.
I said, "Yeah, I knew you were hard." I started licking his cock, rolling my tongue around on it. I could taste the precum that was oozing out. Randy was quiet, but I felt his hands come up behind me to squeeze my shoulders and muss my hair.
He cleared his throat and said, "I-I don't think I can cum, uh, standing up." I stood and guided him out of the kitchen into the carpeted hallway. I would have liked to have stripped both of us naked and gotten into bed, but I didn't want to do it in the bed I shared with my wife. I pushed Randy down on to the carpet, and pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. Straddling him, I resumed my attentions to his cock and balls. Handling his furry balls, I kissed and licked them, and then took one at a time into my mouth. Randy was moaning quietly. I pulled off and looked over at him. His eyes were closed, and he was running his tongue across dried lips.
"You like me working your balls?" I asked.
"God, yeah!" he replied. "Suck me!"
I needed no further urging. Pouncing on his hard cock, I wet the shaft with my tongue, gliding up, down and around it. Then I took the head in my mouth, and began to work up and down. His cock was only about seven inches long, and I was soon able to take him all in on one stroke, then slide out to just the head, then resume the stroke back onto him. Randy moved his hands back to my hair, running his hands through it. I cupped his balls, and gently tugged and caressed them while his cock slurped in and out of my mouth. I moved my hands to knead his ass cheeks, enjoying the firmness of his ass. Then I tried to worm one finger into his asshole, but its tightness and the way Randy caught his breath then told me that he didn't want anything up his ass.
I brought my hands back to his cock, and held it while I paid close attention to the reddish-purple head. I held the head of his cock in my mouth, and slurped my tongue all around it. Then I resumed pumping up and down on the whole cock while my hands fondled his balls. He began bucking his hips in a fucking motion, trying to urge his cock down my throat. As his balls were tensing and his breaths grew quicker and shorter, I knew that he would cum shortly.
Cum he did! I pulled my mouth up to the head of his cock, and his warm cum gushed into my mouth. I swished it around my tongue, enjoying the taste. Same familiar taste as always: thick consistency, a little bitter, a little salty. Randy's cock continued to spew my reward, so I swallowed what I had and welcomed the continuing flow. He continued to pump his load into my mouth.
As he stopped cumming, I pulled off, grabbed a breath, and held his cock my hands as I licked the head. Randy moaned, bucked some more, and some more cum flowed out of his cock. I lapped that up, then backed off again. As I caressed his balls, I gently blew on his cock head. I found out long ago that is one of the best sensations after a blow job. The air stream on the hyper-sensitive, wet head is just incredible. Randy sat up, shivered, and bucked his hips some more.
I climbed off and smiled at him. His breathing had returned to normal. He quickly stood up, and pulled up his shorts and jeans.
"Uh, thanks, man. That was a great blow job!" He nervously got his stuff together, not making eye contact with me. I was used to straight guys being wigged out after a hot blow job by another guy, so it didn't really bother me. He felt really bad about presenting me with a bill for the repair, though. He just handed it to me, and pointed at where to sign, not saying a word. I wish he was more relaxed about the whole deal, because I had never intended to swap a suck-off for the plumbing job; I just wanted to blow because I knew we would both enjoy it.
Randy put his jacket on and mumbled a curt goodbye. I never saw him again, although I often fantasize about meeting him somewhere, say in a park over his lunch hour, and sucking him off in the bushes on a hot summer day.
After he left, I quickly dropped my pants, laid down in the living room and jacked off, replaying the blow job in my mind. I imagined sucking his fine cock, and squeezing his tight butt. As I shot my load, I pretended that he had let me fuck him, and that I was cumming up his tight asshole.
"Oh, Randy," I moaned through gritted teeth, "take this hot load up your ass! Yeah, buddy, take it all!" Cum was spurting out of my cock, covering my hand and belly.
After a minute, I calmed down, got a tissue, cleaned myself up, and went on to work. That night, my wife asked me how the plumber was. I told her that he was fine, that it was a good job.
