Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2010 18:07:54 +0100
From: Jase K <jojaskod@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Plumbers Mate Part 2

I forgot to preface the first part! The usual disclaimers apply. Don't read
this if you are offended by material of a homosexual nature.

This work depicts adult males in sexual situations with underage males. If
this offends you do not read this story. All events depicted in this story
are purely of a fictional nature and any resemblance to people living or
dead is coincidence.

If you enjoy this story, please feel free to send me a message at
jojaskod@hotmail.co.uk Many thanks to those who have emailed already! Feel
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THE PLUMBERS MATE

Part Two

The following day dawned and the shower was working perfectly. This was
quite unfortunate, because if there was a problem I would have a good
reason to call Mike and demand he come back to fix it. Hopefully, he would
then bring the delectable Lewis back with him – but it probably wouldn't
happen. I threw myself into my work.

About 2 pm I happened to look up from my desk and look outside. Who did I
see across the other side of the road but Lewis! I shook my head to make
sure I wasn't dreaming, but it was definitely him! He was standing across
the road looking at the house. His ginger hair was gelled and spiked and he
had on a green hoody and a pair of jeans with white trainers. He'd
obviously made an effort! He caught my eye and immediately turned and
walked away up the road. I ran to the front door, threw it open and dived
outside. He was walking quickly up the street.

"Lewis!!" I called after him. No response.

"Lewis!!!" I shouted louder.

He stopped and turned around.

"Come here!" I said, waving him towards me.

He walked back down the street. When he came up to me, he was bright red
with embarrassment, looking down at the ground.

"You alright, mate?" I asked.

"Yeah" he said. He looked up at me. I smiled at him. He smiled back, but
then he turned away.

"I noticed you outside the house, Lewis. Were you going to call and see
me?"

"I don't know" he said, looking at the floor.

"You `don't know'?" I questioned. "It's an awful long way to come if you
`don't know'".

Lewis looked up. "What I mean is I didn't know whether to disturb you. I
could see you through the window, but looked busy."  .  "OK" I replied. "So
did you call here for any reason? How did you get here?"

Lewis looked at me. "I walked" he said.

"Bloody hell, Lewis! If you live next door to Mike that must be about 3
miles!"

"Its OK, Simon," he said, "I'm quite fit".

I smiled inwardly. That was the understatement of the year.

Lewis continued: "I, er, I think I left my mobile here yesterday".

"Oh, I see – right!" I said. "Come in, Lewis and we'll have a
look. Would you like a drink? I think I've got some coke or some lemonade
here"

"As long as its OK with you" he said.

I stood aside and he walked past me. There was a strong smell of after
shave – I think he must have bathed in it. I felt a stirring down below
as I watched this young lad enter the house. This might be fun!

"Go on into the office Lewis" I said to him, "I'll get you a drink. Coke or
lemonade?"

"Coke will be fine, ta" he said as he walked into the office.

I poured Lewis a coke and myself a lemonade. I took them into the
office. Lewis was standing there looking a bit sheepish, hands in his jeans
pockets. He took the drink I offered him.

"Thanks very much" he said, and proceeded to drink it all down in one. He
gave me the glass back and burped.

"Sorry" he said, covering his mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh. Lewis laughed too.

"You were thirsty mate" I said to him, smiling.

He smiled back. "Yeah. It was a bit of a walk".

"No problem for a young lad like you!" I replied. "After all, as you said,
you're fit". I winked and smiled. Lewis laughed. "Anyway sit down
Lewis. Where do you think you left your mobile?"

Lewis sat down on the couch. He looked a bit sheepish. "I'm not sure" he
said looking down at the floor.

"Well, to be honest, you didn't go to many places in the house to lose it."
Then I had an idea. I went to my desk and rummaged through the papers. "Ah,
here it is" I said. "Hold on Lewis, I'm sure we'll find your mobile in a
minute".

I picked up my mobile off the desk and started dialling the number on the
piece of paper.

Lewis looked at me horrified. "What are you doing?"

I carried on dialling the number as I spoke. "Dialling your mobile
number. Mike gave it to me yesterday when he went to the suppliers. The
battery had died on his or something".

With that, a phone began to ring. It was Lewis's mobile. In his pocket.

Lewis didn't know where to put himself. Totally embarrassed, he went bright
red. He fumbled in his pocket for the phone.

I looked at him. "It's OK Lewis – I'll cancel the call from this end" I
said. I pressed a button on my phone, and the ringing stopped.

Still avoiding eye contact, Lewis stood up. "I'm really sorry" he said, "I
need to go".

I went and stood in front of him. "Sit back down matey" I said. "You are
going nowhere until I know whats going on".

Lewis looked at me. There were tears in his eyes. He sat down.

"Right, Lewis" I said. "What's going on? Why have you come here today?
You're dressed very smartly – you smell very nice! We have already
established that it wasn't for the mobile phone – you got that a bit
wrong, didn't you? So why are you here? You seemed to have no intention of
knocking my door. So what were you doing? Casing the joint? Perhaps if I
wasn't in you would have tried to break in. Is that it?"

Lewis looked up at me, tears now pouring down his face. "It was nothing
like that, honestly! You've got to believe me!" he pleaded.

He covered his face with his hands, now really crying. I sat down beside
him and put my arm around his shoulders. "Hey, mate – come on" I said
quietly. "There's no need to cry. What's the matter? What's going on?"

Lewis took his hands from the face. He looked at me. "I came to see you" he
said.

I looked at this lovely boy, now so vulnerable with his tear stained
face. "Why have you come to see me?"

Lewis took a deep breath. "I saw the video you were watching" he said, "on
your computer. I thought that's what you were into, and I thought that I
might like that too, and I thought that perhaps – maybe ..."

My mind (and other parts of me) was now working overtime. Jesus – he'd
seen the video!

"Maybe what, Lewis?" I said.

He thought very carefully. I could almost hear the cogs going round in his
head. Eventually he looked me in the eye and said "Well if you are into
that, and I am into that, couldn't we be into it together?"

"Sounds like a plan" I said, "but a couple of points come to my mind. Well,
one really. How old are you Lewis?"

Lewis put his head on one side and looked at me with a bit of a
smile. "Would it help if I said I was 18?"

"Probably" I smiled, "but that wouldn't be true would it?"

"I look 18" he said indignantly. "I got served in a pub the other day"

"Maybe you do look 18 when someone wants to sell you alcohol" I said
slowly, "but you don't really look 18 to me. I mean, you also smell like
you're 18 with the after shave, but I can't really see that you've shaved!"
I stroked his cheek which was as smooth as smooth can be. "So cards on
table – how old are you Lewis?"

"I'm 14" he said.

"I'm 30 years older than you Lewis" I said. "If I ... if we ... if we do
what you would like us to do, then it wouldn't really be fair. I am the
adult, I am the responsible one and I need to exercise that
responsibility. People would say I corrupted you."

"No, no" said Lewis. "I'm not gay or anything, you wouldn't be corrupting
me".

I raised my eyebrows. "OK. You say you're not gay, yet you want me ---- us
--- to do what was being done on that video?"

Silence. Lewis looked me in the eye and said "I want you to give me a blow
job".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This beautiful boy, with his spiked
ginger hair, freckles, and lovely smile was asking me to give him a blow
job. It was like all my birthdays and Christmases all wrapped into one.

"Lewis ..." I stammered.

"Looks like you've got a problem" he said, looking at my crotch where there
was a massive bulge. "And I've got a problem too". He spread his legs and
despite the jeans I could see he was right.

"Come on," I said grabbing him by the hand. "Upstairs".

I told Lewis to go into the spare room next to the bathroom. I made sure
the front door was locked – if my wife came home unexpectedly, it would
at least give me some time!

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I walked into the spare room and Lewis was sat on the bed. He smiled at me
– God, that smile! I knelt down in front of him. He sat back, leaning on
his outstretched arms. I took his trainers off – to my delight he had
white socks on! I ran my hands up his legs and up to his thighs. Lewis just
looked at me - he was quite happy to let me do the work, and I was more
than happy to do it. But I was going to take my time and enjoy every
moment.

I undid his jeans and the buttons on the fly. I pulled them down to reveal
a pair of white CKs with a very sizeable bulge. He took his jeans off and
went to take off his socks.

"No, Lewis" I said, "Leave those on"

He looked and smiled at me.

"Take your hoody off" I asked.

He did so, revealing a bit of pale white stomach. He had a plain white t
shirt on which he pulled back down. I went back to his legs, now divested
of jeans. They had a light ginger down on them – I ran my hands up them
and got to the top of his thighs. I caressed the bulge, and then carried on
up under his t shirt. I lifted it over his head.

"Lie down on the bed, Lewis" I said.

He did so, putting his head on the pillows. I quickly took off my clothes
and straddled him, gazing at this beautiful vision. He was, as he had said,
very fit! He already had the makings of a good 6 pack, but he was white and
smooth. I pulled down his CKs and took them off. His hard cock sprang into
view. About 5 inches, uncut, perfectly shaped. I just wanted to swallow it.

Controlling myself, I decided to give this boy the time of his life. I
licked him, starting on his thighs, licking his balls, lifting his legs up
and licking his boy pussy. I then licked his cock all the way up and licked
the precum off the head. I bit and pulled at a couple of the few pubes
around his balls, then I licked him up to his belly button. I took each of
his nipples in my mouth in turn. I looked up at him – his face was
contorted with pleasure.

I licked his neck, and then licked inside his ears. It was very tempting to
kiss him, but I decided not to as he might not like it – after all, he
had said he wasn't gay! Time for that again.

I turned my attention back to his cock, licking the shaft, and then I took
him in my mouth. Lewis moaned with delight. I kept it going for a minute or
so, but he started to buck, and I knew he was close. I took my mouth away
from his cock, because as much as I wanted to taste him, I wanted to see
him cum. Lewis cried out in protest and then started to fuck my hand as I
wanked him. It wasn't long – he jerked and his boy juice shot all over
his tummy and on to his chest. Still straddling him, I moved up to his
chest, his spent spunky cock in between the cheeks of my arse. He looked at
me with his gorgeous eyes and I began to pull on my cock which was in
desperate need of relief.

"Toss me off, Lewis" I asked.

Lewis brought up his hand and started to wank me. It didn't take long. I
shot my cream all over his chest – some landing on his chin and some
even landing in his spikey ginger hair!

It went quiet.

"Fucking hell!" said Lewis, "That was awesome".

I brought my face to his.

"Little boys shouldn't swear!" I said, smiling.

"But I'm not little!" he replied.

I laughed – "You can say that again!".

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He didn't pull away!

"Time to clean up!" I said and proceeded to lick his cum and mine off his
body. I licked his cock clean, and it started to get hard again.

I climbed off him.

"Lewis, I would love to do it again, but I am afraid you must go, otherwise
we may be disturbed."

"Aww" said Lewis.

"Do you want a shower? Believe it or not, it works!" I said.

Lewis smiled. "No thanks" he replied, "I didn't bring any gel for my hair".

I didn't have the heart to tell him that he had more than gel in his hair
at that moment. We got dressed, playfully messing around. We then back
downstairs, and I got us both a drink. I asked Lewis if he had messed with
any of his mates.

"Yeah" he said. "Me and Ben wank each other off now and again, but never
anything like we've done just now".

"Who's Ben?" I asked.

"He's a mate – he lives by me and we're in the same year at school, but
he's a bit younger than me" said Lewis.

Visions filled my mind. And before I could stop myself I said: "Well, if
you and Ben want to come here for a session, you are more than welcome".

"I don't know about that – Ben might not like it".

"Well – the offer's there. But even if Ben doesn't come, would you like
to come back?"

Lewis beamed. "Of course! I want you to suck me off completely next time!"

"It's a deal!" I said. "So when am I going to see you again?"

"I'm back in school tomorrow – but I could come up after if that's OK?
Give me time to go home first and change" Lewis said.

"No – come straight from school. I'd like to see you in your uniform" I
said winking.

Lewis smiled. "I'll have to see – but it might be difficult because of
Ben. We walk home together."

"As I said – Ben can come as well."

Lewis thought for a moment. "I'll have a think – I'll phone you. I've
got your number `cos you phoned my mobile"

"Yes, I did, didn't I?" I said. "But text me – its better".

"OK" said Lewis.

I walked him to the front door. "Do you want a lift?"

"No" he said, "best not. It won't take me long to walk – and its down
hill!"

"OK mate" I said. And I hugged him. He hugged me back.

I opened the door and as he was going down the path, he turned and said
"I'll text you tonight".

"That would be great Lewis" I said. "Thanks for coming!"

He laughed, and started to jog down the street.


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It took me some time to sort the spare room out. My wife arrived home about
half an hour later. We had our usual discussion about our day and then we
had a meal. She told me that tomorrow she wouldn't be home for tea – she
was going out with some friends. I told her I would sort myself out.

After doing some work in the office (I was a bit behind!), we sat down and
watched TV. About 9pm I received a text: "Ben OK 4 2moz. CU @ 4.15. L x"

"Who's that?" said my wife.

"Oh," I replied, "only someone about the plumbing"

I was really looking forward to tomorrow. I wonder what Ben would be like?

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