Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2005 12:46:37 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Plumber's Apprentice part 1

The following is a homosexual  fantasy, if it is illegal in anyway for you to
read it please hit your  back-button now. If not I hope you enjoy  it.


I'd  shared a house with John, a good friend and workmate for 25 years; he
was 15  years older than me, and straight. We'd started sharing when I was 30,
just  after his Mother died. Neither of us had any immediate family so we made
wills  leaving each other everything. Just after we started sharing I learned
about  AIDS and I stopped having sex with anybody. I began to buy porno books
and  videos, which I found to be enough to satisfy me physically. I set up an
entertainment centre in my bedroom, which is the largest room. That gave me
my  privacy to watch my Gay stuff, and John could use the T.V. and video
downstairs.  Then 5 years ago I got a computer and quickly found a good A.V.S. and
Nifty. Two  years later I was made redundant, with a reasonable pension, so I
spend many  hours at Gay sites, I particularly like photos of bondage,
especially when both  the guys are hard and/or cum is present.
Several months ago my friend died of a heart attack. It was very  traumatic
at the time, but I'm just about over it now. Remembering the good  times, and
there were many, seems to help. A couple of weeks ago the financial  details
were sorted and I found I am quite well off. I decided that the house  could do
with smartening up and I decided to have the bathroom done first; the  bath
out, and a walk-in shower installed with a new suite. I'm having it  decorated
too as I'm hopeless at D.I.Y.
I  contacted a local plumber, Joe, and he and his apprentice, Matt, who I'd
not  met, delivered all the stuff the other Friday ready for a quick start on
the  following Monday.
This  is what happened:
As it  was a nice day I was wearing baggy shorts and no top, I was going to
sit in the  garden and read while I topped up my suntan. I'm 5ft 9, with brown
cropped hair  and a fairly hairy chest; there's a smattering of grey in both
of them; my legs  are hairy too. I've kept in trim and am on the slim side, but
I have a slight  paunch and the beginning of love handles. I have a 6-1/2 inch
uncut cock with a  loose foreskin, average thickness with a mushroom shaped
knob. I shave my balls  and pubes apart from an inch wide patch of brown hair
above my  cock.
About  nine the doorbell rang and as I opened the door I saw a young male
vision before  me, holding the saddle of a mountain bike. Over 6 feet tall,
rangy, with large  hands and feet, he was dressed in a black tank-top and white
pirata shorts,  which were loose at the crotch. He was breathing deeply and had
obviously been  sweating. He had shaved brown hair at the back and sides, and
floppy  bleach-blonde hair on top.  He  obviously didn't shave yet, but there
was a trace of fine hair on his upper lip.  He smiled broadly and I could see
his teeth had those brace things on, common in  the U.S.A. for  years but only
popular over here for a few years. His brown eyes twinkled as he  smiled, I
liked that.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"Dave? I'm Matt, Joe's apprentice."
I  could see him look me up and down, taking in my ball earring and double
checking  my left nipple which is pierced with a ball ended bar. I held out my
hand and we  shook. His grip was firm and dry although his skin was rough, his
hand engulfed  mine.
"Oh!  Hi Matt, Joe's not here yet. Do you want to come in and wait?
"Yes  please, if that's alright with you. What about my bike?"
"The  back gate's open, wheel it around and put it somewhere in the garden.
What would  you like to drink, tea, coffee, or something soft?"
"A  Coke would be great if you've got one please Dave, I'm really thirsty. I'
ve just  cycled over from home, I live a couple of miles away, and I like to
ride  fast."
"Right, I think I'll join you; just come into the conservatory when  you've
parked your bike."
I  watched as he turned and wheeled his bike towards the entry, his arse
looked  luscious in the thin white cotton of his piratas, which seemed tighter at
the  back than at the front. There was a damp patch running down his crack,
and I  guessed he wasn't wearing any underwear because the globes of his arse
were  lineless.The seam of the shorts was actually buried in his ass-crack. I
felt my  cock stir in my shorts. When he turned into the entry I closed the door
and went  into the kitchen to do the drinks. By the time I walked into the
conservatory  Matt was just coming in from the patio.
"Here  you go," I said as I handed him his glass, "take a seat."
"Thanks Dave, I need this."
As he  spoke he sank into a chair and sprawled out as young men do. It
tightened the  material of his piratas, but not enough to show me anything. He
tipped his glass  back and drank half the coke in one go, smacking his lips with
relish. I was  just about to make small talk when a horn sounded out front, and
then the  doorbell rang.
"Joe!" we said in unison.
I put  my untouched coke on a table and went to let him in. Joe's 32, 5ft 11
with blue  eyes and blonde hair cropped very short. He's very fit and trains
at a local  gym. I know him from my Social Club, it's a straight club, but the
people there  are very friendly and open minded. We sometimes play snooker
together since my  mate died; Joe seems a bit lonely too. He's a nice guy,
divorced with a 15 year  old son named Carl, who's a mini version of his Dad, except
that he has long  floppy blonde hair. Joe was in jeans and a tight white
T-shirt which highlighted  his six-pack. I led him into the conservatory.
"Morning Matt," he said with a broad smile, "you beat me to it  then!"
"Hi  Joe, you know me and my bike."
Matt  turned to me blushing slightly.
"Sorry Dave, I've drunk your coke as well, I was very  thirsty."
"That's O.K. Matt; I'll have a coffee when I make you two a cuppa, about
half an hour Joe?"
"Great mate." Joe replied and turned to Matt.
"Come  on Matt, let's get started, there's a load of stuff to unload. Then we
've got to  pick up the shower base, wash basin, and toilet. If we get a move
on we'll be  finished in a couple of hours."
They  went out into the garden and out of the back gate. I positioned my
garden chair  so that I'd get a good view of where they were going to stack all
the stuff. I'd  got a book to read, but I didn't expect to do much reading. I
wasn't  disappointed; Matt came into the garden carrying a couple of bags of
plaster. As  he bent over to put them down his shorts stretched taut across his
arse, showing  two beautiful large, hard globes. I felt my cock twitch again.
As the day got  hotter Matt stripped off his tank-top. His skin was pale, and
he had a flat  stomach, his body was honed. He had no upper body hair, apart
from a few wisps  under his arms and a fine trail from his navel going down
towards his pubes. My  cock was half hard all the time I was watching him. Every
time he glanced at me  I smiled. Joe knew I was Gay, but I didn't know if he'
d told Matt. By the way  Matt coloured up every time our eyes locked I think
he had a good  idea.
One  time they were manoeuvring some wood into the garden and Matt had his
arms above  his head, he bent back to get the wood around the corner and his
hips thrust  forwards. That tightened his piratas highlighting his cock, he had a
big  package. I could just make out the outline of his shaft snaking down his
left  leg. Soft, it looked almost as big as mine when I was stiff, and his
balls  looked proportionately as large. I did a sharp intake of breath, causing
Matt to  look in my direction, his face reddening, so I pretended to cough. I
was  actually hard now, thank God for baggy shorts.
When  they'd finished they went and got the bathroom furniture and came back
and  unloaded that in the garden. Matt had put his shirt back on, but I could
still  admire his beautiful ass. He seemed a little subdued and avoided
catching my eye  if he could. I went to answer the phone, a friend checking that I
was going to  the Club, and when I got back to the garden Joe was covering
everything up with  a couple of tarpaulins.
"Matt  gone then?" I queried.
"Yeah, he's got a dental appointment, and our other job's completed, so  I'
m taking my lad fishing. We'll be here bright and early Monday morning about
8:30, O.K.?"
"That's great Joe," I said as I followed him to lock the garden gate,  "I'
ll be expecting you."
As  soon as he'd gone I ran upstairs to my bedroom and got out a Bondage DVD
that  featured a young lad about Matt's age and build. I loaded it and dropped
my  shorts; as I fast forwarded to my favourite scene I got some lube and
coated my  stiff cock. I sat on the bed with my feet in the air supported by an
open  tall-boy drawer. The scene was of a thirtyish year old fit hairy guy
called Tom  and the young guy like Matt who was called Callum.
Tom  had Callum lashed upside down to a vertical X cross. Tom was in a
leather  harness, but Callum was naked and blindfolded with a ball-gag in his mouth.
His  shaven balls had been tied off and then tied off individually, and there
was a  tight cock-ring around the base of his rigid 7-1/2 inch cock. Tom was
stood behind  Callum; with one hand he was fucking him with a long, thick,
black, vibrating  dildo. With the other he was slowly stroking Callum's rigid,
pulsating cock  which was dribbling precum like a leaking tap. The cross was
angled slightly  backwards, so the precum was landing on Callum's chest and running
down to his  neck.
I was  wanking as I watched avidly, the lube making my hand slide up and down
my  throbbing shaft with ease. I was imagining I was Tom and Matt was Callum.
Tom  stopped stroking Callum's cock and reached down and undid the ball gag
and  Callum's loud moans and groans made me toss harder. Tom began to wank
Callum in  earnest now, he forced the dildo into Callum's hole until it
disappeared,  holding his hand over his hole so that Callum couldn't force it out.
Callum  screamed and hot cum spewed from his cock, covering his chest, neck and
face,  some even landed in his open mouth.
That  did it for me too, I shot up my body 5 or 6 times, even reaching my
neck; one of  my best cums for ages. I dropped my legs and sank back onto the
bed. As I  absentmindedly licked my hand clean I made my mind up, I was going to
do my  damnedest to seduce Matt. I couldn't wait for Monday to come.
END OF PART ONE. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at
_INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.