Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 12:00:36 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Plumber's Apprentice part 2

Hi David, another submission.
Cheers Paul.

THE PLUMBER'S APPRENTICE. Part  2.

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 was  half hard for the whole week-end, when I wasn't stiff that is. I
watched that  bondage scene time and time again, once again imagining Matt and
myself as the  protagonists. I didn't tell you how it ended:
There was a wire running from the  entombed dildo which ran to a control box.
Tom turned the dildo's vibrations up  to maximum then continued to stroke
Callum's sticky cock keeping it stiff, and  the precum began flowing again.
Callum moaned even louder while the dildo  continued to vibrate deep inside his
writhing body which was straining against  his bonds. His face had gone bright
red.
Another naked, harnessed guy, similar in build and age to Tom, came on
screen. He had a big thick veiny cock which was very hard. He knelt in front of
Callum's mouth and without any foreplay thrust his cock deep into the boy's
throat, right up to his tight hairy balls. He began to face fuck Callum at a
rapid pace, holding the boy's head to keep it in place. Tom kept his hand over
Callum's hole, keeping the big, vibrating dildo buried deep in Callum's
writhing  body. He even pushed his thick thumb into the boy's hole to force the
dildo  deeper. Then he started to wank Callum faster and faster. Callum was
moaning  loudly around the fat juicy cock fucking his mouth, and his muscles were
highlighted as he strained against his bonds.
After  ten or so minutes of this torture the new guy began untying Callum's
balls and  cock. When Callum's cock and balls were free Tom moved his hand.
Callum's body  spasmed, he screamed and the whole foot long, thick dildo shot
clean out of his  hole, and his cock erupted with another load of hot cum that
showered his body  and face. The new guy had whipped his cock out just as the
dildo was ejected and  he wanked himself hard cumming just after Callum started.
He directed his cock  so that his thick man cum spurted all over the boy's
face. Some of both lots of  cum landed in Callum's open mouth and he ate it
greedily.
If I  was Tom and Matt was Callum I suppose Joe could be the other  guy.
Anyway I digress; Monday morning finally arrived, it was hot but  overcast, I
was wearing my usual baggy shorts and no top. Joe and Matt arrived  together.
Joe was in his usual jeans and tight, white T-shirt, but Matt had  changed
from white piratas to a pair of tight jeans and a loose black T-shirt.  The
jeans were obviously cheap and made of very thin denim; they highlighted  Matt's
packet beautifully, it was big and bulky, I almost drooled. There were a  few
ragged tears in the legs and one under one of Matt's luscious buttocks. The
back seam of the jeans was buried in Matt's ass crack, highlighting each full,
round globe. I'd opened the back gate and I watched Matt wheel his bike round,
 his ass globes looked great in the thin denim, and once again I was sure he
was  naked underneath. Joe was his usual cheerful self, but Matt was still
subdued,  he wouldn't look me in the face. I made them a cuppa and took them
through to  the conservatory. Joe came in and chatted to me about the work
schedule while  Matt was removing the tarpaulins. As Matt bent over to lift something
I swore I  could see the bottom of his hard, round ass cheek through the
tear, very sexy.  Matt came to the door to ask Joe something and I noticed that
the tooth brace  was gone.
"That's what you had done Friday then Matt, had your brace removed? I  must
say your teeth look really good."
"Thanks." He mumbled, dropping his head and colouring up. Then he went to
get some tools from the van.
"What's the matter with Matt Joe? He seems very uncomfortable with  me."
"Well," Joe paused, "after he'd gone Friday he phoned me and asked if you
were gay. I told him you were, but that you were a nice guy. He said you
seemed  to keep looking at him a lot. So I told him to take it as a compliment and
not  worry about it; the size of you compared with him would make raping him
an  impossibility. I made it into a joke. Did I do right?"
"I  guess." I said "But you know me, I can't help noticing attractive guys,
but I'm  not likely to make a fool of myself at my age."
Joe  shrugged. "He's 18, he's his own master."
Before I could ask him what he meant Matt returned with Joe's tool box.
After reminding me that the water would be turned off until early afternoon they
started work. Luckily I had a downstairs loo with wash basin which Joe had
told  me I could use the cold water from.
"If  I'm embarrassing him," I thought to myself, "why has he come to work
in those  sexy jeans?"
I  decided to keep a lower profile, and worked on my P.C. Of course I kept
them  supplied with a steady flow of tea, about a cup an hour, you know what
British  workmen are like. I'd chat for a couple of minutes when I took them
their tea,  and by about 11:00 Matt had begun to  thaw out a little, he even
smiled that smile at one of my jokes. Around  1:00 I was looking at some bondage
photos when I sensed someone behind me at my bedroom door which I'd absent
mindedly left ajar. I turned and saw Matt standing there; he was slightly red
and looked uncomfortable. He was staring over my shoulder at my P.C.'s screen
which showed a fit, naked young guy with a hard-on, tied to a set of wall bars.
 Matt cleared his throat as he shifted his weight from one leg to the  other.
"Er,  .. Um, sorry to bother you Dave."
Matt  mumbled in obvious embarrassment, his eyes glued to the picture on my
P.C.  monitor.
"It's  nearly lunchtime, and Joe's got to go and get something from the
builders. He'll  be about an hour, and we usually eat in the van. Could I have my
sandwiches in  the conservatory d'you think?"
"Of  course you can." I smiled at him. "Do you mind if I join you?"
He  looked confused, "Er, no, it's your house."
He  turned and left. Thank God I hadn't been wanking! I adjusted my half hard
cock  and went and made tea for Matt, coffee and a ham sandwich for myself,
and  carried them into the conservatory. I heard Joe drive off and Matt came in
a  couple of minutes later. As he sat down I looked at his packet, I was sure
it  was bigger than this morning. We made some small talk until we'd finished
our  sandwiches, but there was an atmosphere, I could sense Matt's unease. I
lit a  cigarette and leaned back in my chair. Matt was looking uncomfortable
again and  wriggled in the chair. He coughed and went red.
"Are  you O.K.?" I asked.
"Er,  yeah. Er, um, it's just that I'd like to ask you something. Something
personal  that is." He looked down at his big feet. "I mean Joe told me you
were gay, but  that you were a nice guy, and that I could talk to you about
anything."
"What  do you want to know?" I asked him, intrigued.
"Well," he paused, "not that I'm gay or anything, but do you do that sort
of stuff I saw on your computer?"
"You  mean the bondage I suppose?"
Matt  nodded, still looking at his feet.
"I'll  tell you the truth Matt, I've never done it with anyone, but it is
one of my  fantasies. The thought of being tied up and have someone in control
of my cock,  or to have a lad, like the one on the P.C., tied up and have
control of his cock  really turns me on."
If  possible he went even redder and mumbled something.
"Sorry Matt, I didn't catch that."
He  looked up and into my eyes and in a whisper said "I think I'd like to
try it.  But it doesn't mean I'm gay does it? And er, um, I'd want to be the
one tied  up." He dropped his head again.
I was  gob smacked! Here I was trying to work out how to seduce him and he
was asking  me to tie him up and play with his cock!
"You what?" I gasped. "I don't  understand. Please explain."
He  looked up again, but wouldn't look me in the eye.
"When  I was a kid about eleven, me and three of my mates used to watch my Dad
's videos  of classic Westerns. Then we'd play Cowboys and Indians. I loved
to be the  captured cowboy, it gave me such a thrill when I was captured and
tied up. You  know" he nodded towards his crotch, "down there. I'd go home and
toss myself off  thinking about it. I was so disappointed when we were
fourteen and my mates said  we were too old to play those sorts of games any more."
He  went redder.
"I suppose I wouldn't have minded if one of my mates had wanked me  off when
I was tied up. But we didn't play with each others cocks; yet from  around
twelve years old, if we were somewhere safe, we'd have the odd circle  jerk
together before we went home for tea. They used to remark on how I was  always
stiff before we started and was always first to cum, but I was bigger  than any
of them so they didn't take the piss too much. When it ended I used to  try
tying myself up, when I er, um, masturbated, but it wasn't the same as being
securely tied up."
He'd  gone purple now.
"I got a girlfriend when I was fifteen,  we had sex after a few months of
going out, but I didn't enjoy that much, so  after a year or so I tried to get
her to tie me up and do stuff to me. She  called me a pervert and finished with
me. Luckily we left the area just after  when my Dad got promoted."
"You  poor boy, it doesn't mean you're a pervert cause you fancy a bit of
bondage. You  mean you want me to tie you up and play with your  cock?"
His  eyes locked onto mine as he looked at me pleadingly.
"Please Dave, but I wouldn't want to touch your cock or do anything sissy
like kissing and stuff. I'm not gay or anything, sorry. If I could get a girl
to  do it I would, I'm really desperate to see if it's the turn-on like it
used to  be."
Ignoring the implied insult I just couldn't believe my luck. Just then I
heard Joe's van pull up.
"Look  Matt," I said hurriedly, "why don't you come round tonight, about
7:00 p.m. and we'll see what we can do about  it?" My fingers were crossed.
"Great," he said flashing me a brilliant smile, "I'll be here at seven,
now I'd better get back to work."
END OF PART TWO. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at
_INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
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