Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 14:40:43 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Laying Pipe

				LAYING PIPE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Frank! Frank!" came his wife's shout.

"Damn it, honey, I'm watching the game!" Frank responded, lifting the beer
to his lips once again. Cool foaming brew poured into his mouth. His other
hand scratched his stomach, easy as he was splayed forward on the couch,
only a light-blue t-shirt and a pair of loose jogging shorts, his legs
jutting out in front of him in a wide V.

"No, you're not!" the wife planted herself in front of the TV. Frank craned
his neck but his wife's broad butt was wide enough to stymie such a
maneuver. "Those pipes have got to be fixed, once and for all. Since Wade
is kind enough to come over here and show you how to do it, you can at
least get off your ass and watch him do it. About time someone figured out
how those pipes went together. Every time I flush the toilet, it floods the
shower!"

"So don't shit so much." Frank said unhelpfully.

That was a mistake and he sat there with his eyes closed and wished his
ears would fall off. The tirade of his wife was finally cut off when the
knock came at the door. She went over and opened it, suddenly all sweetness
and light. "Wade, so good to see you. Come on in, can I get you a beer?"

"Maybe later." Wade said. Frank saw Wade standing there, his toolbelt
hanging heavy on his lean waist, a red cap perched over his red hair. Damn,
the guy was big! No wonder his wife got all wet between the legs every time
she talked about him.

Wade saw him and said, "You got a pipe problem?"

"Naw." Frank said. "But the wife does, so I guess we'd better take a look
at it."

"Maybe so." Wade allowed.

Wade's acceptance of the non-problem (what guy is going to admit to having
a problem he can't fix?) gave Frank the wherewithal to admit, "I been doing
what I can with it, but damned if I know which pipe goes where. It's been
kinda poke and hope."

"Let's go take a look at them."

"They're in the basement." Frank got up, stretched his lanky frame, and led
the way down. "I hope you'll stay to supper, Wade." Frank's wife babbled
after them. "I'm making some fried chicken and a spinach salad."

"In the same bowl." Frank muttered. Wade just snickered as they went down
the stairs.  The basement light, a solitary bulb dangling from a beam, gave
a yellowish light. The pipes were a tangled mishmash. Frank had been
working at this problem for a long time.

"Shit, man, I don't see how you got it like this." Wade marveled.

"A little at a time." Without the woman around to observe, Frank didn't
care about acting macho. "You know, you do what seems to work, and then
something else goes wrong and you do something else. But this has gotten to
where I fix one problem and another one starts. What should I do?"

"We take everything apart and figure out then where it all goes." Wade
judged. "Start over again from scratch."

"Hoo, boy." Frank groaned. "There goes my weekend."

"Mine, too."

Frank got onto his knees and took his large socket wrench, it was what he'd
used on many of the smaller pipes. "Guess I'd better get to screwing on
these." he said.

"You said it." Wade got down next to him. They spent a time just uncoupling
joints and releasing rusted pipe threads.

Frank's wrench slipped and he barked his knuckles on a pipe. Yelped and
shoved his fist into his mouth, sucked on them, then let go long enough to
say, "Son of a bitch."

"You don't know much about laying pipe, do you?" Wade observed.

"No." Frank admitted. "Glad to have you helping me out. Show me the right
way to lay pipe."

"Take my wrench." Wade gave it to him and Frank applied it to the joint. He
had to lay down on his stomach to get a comfortable hold on the
wrench. "Now, screw that mother on tight."

As Frank did, he felt Wade's hand slide in between his legs. Felt kind of
funny there, kind of tingly, kind of warm.

"Work that mother on up to where you want it." Wade said. Frank pressed on
the wrench, he had to push it into an upright position to undo this
joint. When he did, Wade's hand went up to brush his ass crack, the hand
slid right into Frank's leg and up to Frank's buttocks. Hell, Frank hadn't
put on any underwear today, his bitch wife hadn't done the laundry yet.

"Shit, that's a tight mother." Wade said as his finger tucked itself down
against Frank's butthole, the fingertip making a gentle probe of the
sphincter's tensile strength.

"Uh!" Frank grunted as the finger tested him out. "Damn, that's a rough
fucker." .  "Need me to take it over?" Wade offered.

"Nah, I can handle it." Frank said. "Just keep on what you're doing, I'm
good for it."

"You damned sure are." Wade agreed. The finger pushed harder against
Frank's bumhole, and the first joint slipped in. At the same time, the
joint Frank was pressing on gave way and the wrench moved more easily into
the upright position.

Frank said, "Yeah, that's got it going! Now we can really screw this
mother."

"Just keep going at it, nice and slow." Wade agreed. "Got to ease the way
or we'll strip the threads bare." His finger began a gentle movement,
probing Frank's ass, each time worming a little deeper, a little
harder. When one of Wade's hand began to work Frank's shorts off of his
body, Frank reached back and helped him take them off. "Yeah, that's
better. "Wade agreed as his hand, able to push directly into Frank's
bunghole now, began to slide the entire finger in and out of Frank's body.

"Ah, shit, that's doing it, yeah, that's doing it." Frank said as he
continued to mindlessly work the wrench, a quarter turn at a time, and when
the pipe came loose, it startled him.

"Hell, there's your problem." Wade said when he saw it.

"Fucker leaks all the time." Frank said.

"You got the wrong sized thread on that one." He pulled his finger out of
Frank's ass. "Going to need to lay a new length of pipe in there."

"Have you got one I can use?" Frank asked.

"Right here, buddy." Wade said and handed Frank a five-foot length. "Just
fit that mother inside it."

"Shit, it's too long." Frank protested. "She'll never be able to take that
monster."

"We'll saw it off when we see how much we need." Wade said. Hawking sounds
as he lubed his dong up.

"That's a big monster, too." Frank said as he eyed it.

"Don't worry, it'll fit." Wade said. "Don't want to strip those threads,
either."

"Damned straight." Frank agreed.

"Let me see if this one'll do for you."

Frank lifted a leg high. "Go for it. Lay that pipe for me."

"Laying pipe is dead easy." Wade said as he got into position. "First, you
set the length down in the right orientation, like this." And he lay that
fat dong onto the inside of Frank's thigh. "Then you lift it up to the
hole, gently put it in place, and push against it like this."

Frank groaned as the head of Wade's "pipe" pushed into his ass. Shit, this
was as good as any he'd ever had!

"Is she going to take it?" Wade inquired.

"Hell, yeah, screw her in tight and make sure she's leakproof." Frank said.

He gasped as Wade's dong slithered into his bowels, igniting a path of fire
and delight as it went. "Uh, God, yeah!" he sighed as the entirety of that
fat prong was ensconced in his buttocks.

"Like this pipe like this?" Wade asked.

"Oh, oh, uh!" Frank gasped. "We'd better test it out, don't you think? Make
sure it can do the fucking job."

"It can do the job."

"I'll believe that when I see it flowing." Frank indicated his own
prick. "A good one can make this one shoot without me touching it. Let's
see if your pipe has got what it takes."

"You're on." Wade said. "No charge if you're not happy with the specs on
this one."

"There'd better be a fucking charge, all right." Frank muttered.

Any worries he had about that were quickly dispelled. Wade was one good man
at laying pipe, all right. He was getting it done by a master craftsman!
When Wade moved into a firm rhythm, Frank craned his head around and said,
"My wife said you were good at what you do. Damned if she wasn't right
about it."

"She wouldn't know." Wade said as he hunched at Frank's ass. "I run a
closed shop, you have to be a fellow handyman for me to show you my
skills."

"Uh, well, I'm trying my best." Frank grunted. Shit, this was getting good.

"I hear you're a pretty good handyman." Wade breathed in his ear.

"I do a little of this, a little of that." Frank demurred. "Keep my hand in
as much as I can."  "I'm enjoying working with you." Wade said.

"Me, too." Frank agreed and they shared a kiss as Wade continued to pump
Frank's ass.

For some unknown time they continued like this, and their tools lay
neglected about them. Wade fucked Frank in any number of positions,
face-to-face, lying on Frank's back, up on his knees with Frank's legs
wrapped around his waist and supported by Wade's hands holding him up, and
always the pipe was getting laid to Frank proper.

"Ah, shit, I'm coming!" Frank said when they were in this position for the
second time. "Man, I think the fucker's going to blow!"

"Told you my pipe was going to do it for you." Wade gasped. "Ah, uh, guh!"
he hunched at Frank harder.

And Frank groaned, "AH, OH, MAN, SHIT, FUCK, GUH, SHIIIIIIIIT!" and that
was it, he was spurting his cream right over his chest and face as Wade
humped him and enjoyed seeing the mess he was making.

When Frank stopped creaming, Wade lowered his upper body over Frank and
licked at Frank's face. Frank saw Wade's tongue loaded with his jizz coming
up and going into Wade's mouth and he groaned with renewed passion with the
thought of Wade eating his come, and his ass clamped onto Wade's cock.

Wade gasped, threw back his head, gave keening cry, and then a burst of
gasps like popping popcorn, and Frank felt his butt get filled to the brim
with hot man-juice!

"Ah, fuck, yeah, give it to me, give it to me!" he urged Wade who was
thrashing on top of him. "Come on, you bastard, really cream my ass full!
Shit, yeah!"

Wade finished and fell panting onto Frank, Wade bit at Frank's ear, hard,
and Frank cried out in pain and delight at the mixture of joy and torment
at once. "Ah, yeah, shit, yeah!"

"Honey?" came his wife's voice at the top of the basement.

Frank wasn't worried about her coming down the stairs, they were rickety
and his wife was a fat bitch. "What is it?" he called back as Wade rolled
off with a start and grappled for his pants. "Don't worry about it." Frank
said as Wade grabbed and started untangling his jeans, they were all wadded
up.

"Honey, will you two be done soon? I need water if I'm going to make
dinner."

"Uh..." Frank looked around at the job, nowhere near done. "Baby, you'd
better call out for a pizza or something." he said. "This is going to take
a while."

"Well...all right." his wife said. "But you two get busy down there, you
hear me?"

And she shut the door again.

Wade looked at Frank. "Shit, I thought we were busted."

"Nah, she's too stupid to figure things out." Frank said. "Dumb bitch."

"I guess we'd better get back to work." Wade judged.

"I got a better idea." Frank said. He stood up, pulled on his shorts, and
went to the top of the stairs. "Honey?"

"Yes?"

"Baby, this is going to take us all weekend. Why don't you go spend the
night with your mother? By the time you get back, Wade and I ought to be
done here."

"You sure you don't mind?" his wife said. She loved spending time with her
mother. "I mean, you don't have any clean clothes for Monday."

"I'll manage." Frank said. "You just go have fun and I'll call you when
it's time to come home."

He closed the basement door and said, "Well, that takes care of the
bitch. Now, about laying that pipe, how about if I do the next section and
you tell me if I'm doing it right?"

And he was grinning as he walked on down the stairs.

An entire weekend of laying pipe was looking mighty good to him now!

				  THE END
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