Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2015 17:04:52 +0000
From: Luke Meredith <plumbthedepths@hotmail.com>
Subject: Plumber's Speedo Shower Fuck

I was on my last job of the day, some place in Banbury if you need to
know. I'd rushed through the morning to get finished as early as possible
and in my head I was already diving into that pool. It was right in the
middle of August and working in a load of sweltering bathrooms and kitchens
means you really appreciate a cool dip afterwards. As I rang the bell, the
sweat was already gathering at the small of my back and seeping under the
speedos I had on under my overalls.

A couple of minutes passed till I rang again and, after hearing some
scuffling behind the door, it opened a crack and a young face peered at
me. He had a slight build and short mousey brown hair crowning this cute
dopey expression.

"Hullo"

Ha! I remember making that sheepish face to parents and knew exactly what
it meant. He'd been having a crafty wank and I'd surprised him, being a bit
early. I could see his bare shoulders shuffling as he obviously tried to
stuff it back in his shorts and button up out of sight behind the door. As
this flitted through my head, I felt my own cock throb inside my speedos
just at the memory.

"I'm Luke.  Come to sort your shower tap out." As I said this, I must have
smirked a bit as it suddenly struck me as a line from a Carry On film. I
could imagine him going "Not'arf!" with a Swanee whistle tootling in the
background. Surprisingly, my cock lengthened a bit more. Must be the
thought of all those times I'd whacked one out to Barbara Windsor's tits
(no internet in those days, you got it where you could). I swear this lad's
eyes flickered down to my chest when I said it too. I've got a pretty hairy
chest so had my overalls unbuttoned over halfway down it was so fucking
hot. Made me wonder whether he fancied me a bit or was just a bit jealous
of my mature beefy body. I reckon it's usually a bit of both at that age,
you're so bloody horny all the time.

"Oh hi, yeah, I'm Alex, er, it's through here" and he opened up to let me
in.

There was a bike in the hallway and I had to brush quite close to him, face
to face. It was like we both understood what I'd interrupted but the male
code said just ignore it, even though there was no ignoring the sexual
tension in the room, combined with the unmistakeable whiff of wank.

"Up the stairs?"

"Yeah and then straight ahead" he directed as he followed me up. I set my
toolbox on the bog and turning to him said,

"I might need a bit of help with this if you're all right with that."

"Erm, yeah okay" He had that teenage thing of hesitating before speaking
each time. He might have been older but I reckoned him to be about 18/19,
pretty slim and smooth looking, a big contrast with my 6'1" muscular hairy
frame.

"Where's your stopcock?"

"In the airing cupboard, I'll get it" he said cockily, giving it all the
big 'un with his 'handyman' knowledge. I watched him lean in, his shirtless
back straining to reach the back of the closet behind the tank. Fuck knows
why they always put them in these awkward places. I heard him grunting and
straining for a bit before deciding to put him out of his misery.

"Here, let me help" I offered as I reached around his shoulders, brushing
his hand away so I could grasp the wheel firmly and screw it clockwise. And
that's when I realised, yeah, he wants it. He might not know it but he
does. I had my sleeves rolled up, and he just left his arm there, brushing
against the hairs of my forearm; and when I leaned in a bit more, bearing
down on him, he didn't move. If anything, he pressed back against me a
little, prickling the mat on my chest with his smooth young back.

We stayed like that just a little too long, long enough for him to feel my
throbbing semi nudge his arse slightly, and long enough for him to shift
his weight almost imperceptibly, causing my cock to pulse harder. Finally,
I stepped back. "Fuck it, why not?" I thought. He wants it, I'm horny. His
mum and dad must be out so it was risking them coming back but the risk
only turned me on even more. Still, better take it easy, don't want to
frighten him off. Fortunately I had a great excuse to take my clothes off.

"Don't want to get these wet with any water left in the system" I
explained, somewhat unconvincingly, as I started to unbutton my overalls. I
didn't look at him, but definitely felt him staring as I slipped them off
my shoulders and dropped them to the floor, before sitting on the edge of
the bath and pulling them over my boots. I also caught him quickly
adjusting his crotch when he saw the bulge lengthening towards my hip in
the speedos. Ironic that I was claiming not to want my clothes getting wet,
when there was already a wet spot developing down there.

Better make sure I get the job done though, so I pulled the board off the
side of the bath and got to work underneath, occasionally making out I
needed this or that tool handing to me, and always making sure I didn't
reach too far for it so he had to come in close. Sometimes, when my head
was under the bath I caught him openly rubbing his bulge, obviously
enjoying seeing an older guy in speedos hard at work. My cock was twitching
now, and we were just playing the game, neither of us prepared to make the
first move. His shorts had slipped down to his hips now and I could see he
was also wearing speedos and must have been wearing them when he was
pulling one off earlier. "Ha! Looks like I made the right choice of
underwear today!" I thought. Just knowing how turned on he must be made my
cock give an almighty lurch so that it sprang out the top, exactly at the
point he was reaching underneath with his right hand to pass me the
wrench. It practically hit him in the face and we both froze for a
moment. I could feel his warm breath on the tip of my sensitive bell end
and couldn't help it when my meat throbbed up again. The next thing I knew,
I felt a warm, wet sensation right on the old banjo string as the tip of
his tongue made contact.

My head jerked up, narrowly avoiding a nasty bump (I'd finished the job a
couple of minutes ago, but had kept playing 'the game' a bit longer, not
knowing what else to do next. Gimme a break, I'm new at this!) and I felt
such a pervert seeing this lad young enough to be my son slowly move his
lips along the length of my shaft, obviously in complete heaven judging by
the way his elbow was working over his own meat. His shorts were off (when
had he done that?) and his pert arse was in the air. Automatically I moved
one hand to his head, the other to his arse to encourage his mouth further
down my shaft. The only sound now in the bathroom was his rhythmic wet
slurping, with the occasional gag as I forced it into the tightness at the
back of his throat. Jesus that feels so good, I'm hard now just writing
about it. He wasn't quite getting down to the bush, but I still had my
speedos on. Horniness was taking over any reservations now and I knew I
wasn't going to be satisfied with a blow job. An idea popped into my head.

"Want to try the shower out? Check the hose for leaks?" I asked,
winking. He pulled off me with a small pop, leaving a pool of his spit and
my precum smearing my hairy belly and grinned.

"Yeah, why not?" Funny, how he'd lost that earlier hesitancy...

I got up and reached into the airing cupboard, turning the water back on
when Alex slapped me right across my Lycra clad bum the cheeky fucker. I
turned quickly into his grinning face and couldn't help grinning
back. Still, while pulling off my boots and socks I growled

"Right young lad, you're going to pay for that" and chased him into the
bathtub. I set the water running, grabbed him in a headlock and started
swatting his arse still covered in the silky material. He was laughing and
crying for me to stop at the same time and maybe it was the fresh water
washing all that sweat and grime away, but I must have got this rush of
endorphins or something. My spanking slowed down till I was just rubbing
his butt tenderly; then pulling him up so we were hugging face to face; and
it suddenly felt like the most natural thing in the world to press my lips
to his, my rough stubble grazing his clean shaven face. He responded by
pushing his tongue gently forward and before we knew it we were rough
kissing with water cascading over our two bodies, our wet, clinging speedos
barely covering us as we ground together.

My hands, calloused from work, grazed down his back until they slipped
underneath the thin patterned material, one hand moving to the front to
loosen his drawstring for better access. I don't know if he'd done this
before, but the way he was moaning into my mouth told me he was enjoying
it. I started rubbing and kneading his firm young bum, spreading the cheeks
apart to let a finger trail across his hairy little hole, turning us around
so that the shower ran down his back. I wanted him clean for the next bit.

After a minute or two of this I turned him again to lean on the far edge of
the bath, his arse pushed towards me. My cock twitched again at the sight
of Alex's tiny pucker, knowing it was about to open up for my sizeable
prick. I knelt down and grabbing the speedos gathered at the top of his
thighs, I pulled them towards me, forcing my face between his buttocks.

Shit, you would have thought I'd dropped a piano on his toe the way he
squeaked. He was making little short of breath panting sounds,

"Yeah, Luke, f-fuck, uh, uh, oh f-f-f-fuck yeah, ohhhhh!"

I was spearing my tongue up his tight chute with him bracing against the
edge of the bath, pushing to get deeper. My cock was drooling now, and I
spotted a bottle of baby oil on the side and squirted a load on the tip,
working it down with my palm. I had to fuck now.

I stood us both up and shucked our trunks down to out ankles, stepping out
of them. Pinning him against the wall, I backed my hips up enough to be
able to position my fat knob end against that little pink opening. And
pushed.

Alex's eyes were closed. I'm not sure he believed this was happening to
him, and I could hear a straining noise in his throat while I waited for
his sphincter to give way.

"Mmmmmmmm........AH!" His eyes shot open as I popped through and he started
panting heavily. I pressed forward some more and he started begging me to
stop for a bit, but I was too far gone.

"No, pull it out! Out! It's - ah! - too big, it's - AAAAAGGH!"

I'd slammed my full length up his tight chute, balls deep, my hairy root
pushed tight to his hole. The Elastoplast method. Do it all at once and the
worst is over. I left it there for a bit, leaving Alex's brain (and his
arse) to make sense of what had just happened. His whole body was spasming,
his insides clutching at me, tiny involuntary whimpering sounds escaping
his throat. Then slowly I started to stir round, not out and in, more of a
gentle rotating motion to get him used to it, and enjoy the sensation of my
root widening his sphincter, my low hangers knocking against the top of his
thighs. My mouth moved to his earlobe, tickling it with my moustache. One
arm snaked round his chest and started playing with the delicate nipple
there. Each movement was rewarded with a gasp and I could tell Alex was
beginning to lose himself in the sensations. The final surrender came when
my other arm crept round his middle. So far I hadn't touched his cock, and
when it finally happened, he shuddered so hard I thought he was going to
come right then and there.

His arse starting to hump back against me signalled he was ready. About
bloody time; his tightness, all the build up and the novelty of the
situation had me on the verge myself. I crouched to give myself leverage
and, grabbing his hips, began to fuck.

Now we'd entered no-mind time, not even aware of what noises we were
making, every squeeze just happening, no planning or thought involved. I
looked down and could see his sphincter clinging to me every time I pulled
back and a constant stream of "Ah! Ah! Ah!" every time I drove forward and
it felt like I was popping a second ring deep inside that made him go
crazy. I clung onto him, feeling in complete control of this beautiful boy
caught in a man's embrace. I was getting close and thought I'd better take
him with me, so my right hand moved back round to stroke from his balls up
his shaft, before giving it a couple of quick tugs.

That must have been what finally pushed him over the edge. I felt it round
my cock first, buried deep, his tunnel spasming and twitching, massaging
the whole length. That, coupled with the spaced out look on Alex's face as
he craned back to kiss me; that was enough to set me off. Our mouths were
set in a kind of muffled groaning scream against each other as we pumped
out our loads, his flying splat! against the tiles then oozing over my
fingers; mine shooting deep inside him, practically giving him a second
breakfast with the amount of spunk I was creaming into his guts.

Right at that moment there was the unmistakable sound of keys in the front
door and Alex's eyes flickered to mine.

"Shit!" he whispered. There was nothing for it. I took the precaution of
putting my hand over his mouth as I roughly jerked my fat prick out, so all
that emerged from Alex was a muffled squeak (and a good dollop of my fresh
cum glooping onto my speedos still in the bathtub - couldn't help noticing
that!). I quickly turned the shower off and we struggled into our clothes
as fast as we could while below the door was opening and we heard, "Hello!
Alex! We're back!" Why do people say that? Of course they're bloody well
back, I thought angrily as I hurriedly laced up my boots. I could hear
footsteps on the stairs and bent over the shower taps trying to calm my
breathing. As I bent over, I caught sight of traces of Alex's spooge
clinging to the tiles where the shower spray hadn't reached, then my eyes
travelled further down and there were our speedos right where we'd dropped
them. Problem meets solution I thought, and quickly grabbed the trunks,
wiped them down the wall and shoved them in my overalls pocket, just as the
bathroom door started to open.

"Al- Ah, there you are!"

I clocked him for his dad straight away, recognising his voice from the
phone. He turned to me immediately.

"Hello, you must be Luke. Sorry we weren't in, but it looks like Alex has
sorted you all right." He glanced at my damp hair and must have mistaken it
for sweat, saying to his son, "Did you offer Luke a drink?

"I'm okay", I cut in, "time I shot off anyway". There was a slight cough
from Alex at this remark, but I carried on. "Do you need an invoice?."

Anyway, I won't bore you with all the transactions, and skip to the end
when Alex showed me out. Just as we got to the door I remembered I still
had his speedos in my overalls and furtively handed them to him to stuff
into his shorts pocket. I also handed him my business card; well I'm
single, you never know when you might appreciate a good willing fuck. All
the time of course :-)

I got back home and was stripping out of my clothes when I pulled out what
I'd thought were my speedos. Bollocks! I'd given Alex the wrong ones. Then
I smiled as I lifted them up to my nose, the smell of his teen cum
reminding me of this afternoon and my cock gave another little twitch
thinking about Alex putting on my spunk soaked speedos and wanking off into
them just as he'd been doing when I caught him earlier, filling them with
another load. Yeah, I wasn't done with that boy yet.