Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2011 15:26:09 -0500 (CDT) From: Stew Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 20 I was just dropped off in the town of Burns, Oregon by Austin, the sexy rancher and I found myself walking through a residential area towards the highway. As I trodded down the sidewalk, passing houses of modest form, I spied a man exit a home and head towards a truck bearing his vocation. Hanson's Plumbing was proudly written on the panels of the truck. Obviously the man knew much about pipes and tubes, so I decided to cross the street and get a closer look at this guy. What I noticed right away was the sleeveless dress shirt, which exposed his tanned muscular arms. I'd say his age was around 35. Dark brown eyes and sandy blonde hair forced me to strike up a conversation. "Hi" I said, giving him my biggest pearly white smile. "Hey" the plumber replied. "Jon Parker. I'm back packing across the country. I told my folks it would be a learning experience. I noticed you're a plumber and I was wondering if I could ask you a question. It's kinda personal, so if you don't want to answer I'll understand." I continued. "Sure, go ahead" he answered. "Based on your occupation, a good looking guy like yourself, must have a lot of lonely housewives throwing themselves at you, is that just fact or fiction." I blurted out. The plumber stopped in his tracks and and stared at me, as if he was unable to believe those words came out of my mouth. Then he smiled, chuckled and responded. "Well, Jon Parker, I'm Dylan Hanson. Because of your sincere interest in the plumbing business, I will answer your question to the best of my ability. Many times I have been propositioned. At first I found the advances flattering, because the wife was putting out every night. Currently, though, I would be lucky if I get it once a month. The kids keep her busy and she is usually to tired for sex. I have been jacking off so much lately, I have been tempted to stray. If I was single, the allegations of my occupations may be true. It may interest you to know that on occasion, I have been hounded by same sex clients. As a matter of fact, Jon, I need your help. I am on my way to my next job. The homeowner's son is a very aggresive, sexually, who's infatuated with me. Would you be willing to accompany me, pretend to be my apprentice, distract him so I can complete the job. In a way it would be a hands on experience, which may finally answer your question." Even though Dylan was married. I felt the circumstance of his current sexual situation may yield certain rewards. Soon we were parked in front of a 2 story colonial brick house. Dylan gathered his tools and we rang the bell. I donned an instant hard on when a 18 year old boy opened the door and gave Dylan and I an overly warm welcome, and looked at us as if the waiter had delivered his food order. The boy gestured us to enter. Dylan quickly intoduced me to Randy Riley III and then made a hasty retreat to the basement to work on the plumbing. Randy escorted me to the living room, offered me refreshments, then sat next to me on the couch. "How long have you been Dylan's assistant" the boy asked as his lustful eyes glared at me. "To be honest, this is my first day, Mr. Riley" I joked. "Call me Randy" the youth insisted. The boy's personality was a carnal whirlwind with no end in sight as he innocently touched me and made continual eye contact. Randy, had thick black hair, military cut short and spikey. Dark eyes and brows only enhanced the creamy color of his skin. His body was just starting to mature, in muscle and form, yet his package was fairly sizeable. It was apparent that Randy and I were both consciencely aware of the sexual tension building up between us, but I wanted to be sure everything was clear before I made a move. As if sensing this, Randy suddenly blurted out. "My parents are away a lot, right now they are in Monte Carlo and they trust me to be alone in the house." Randy continued without further incentive. "Three weeks ago, I had a clogged drain. I called Hanson Plumbing. That's when I saw Dylan, isn't he just heavenly. I swear , he can fix my plumbing anytime he wants. He keeps saying he's married but I was hoping we could have a little fun despite that minor inconvienence. This is my third plumbing emergency. Although I have to say, Jon. Your a very hot plumber's assistant." "Your very forth right aren't you Randy? I commented. "I learned early on that people tend to keep their feelings hidden, whereas I believe in speaking the truth. Sometimes it gets me in trouble and sometimes I get rewarded" Randy admitted, then placed his hand on my thigh and began to rub my leg. "Tell me Jon. Are you going to be trouble, or am I about to be rewarded?" I think I was the lucky one, here was this boy coming on to me and he wants to know if I am willing, Dam right I am. As soon as I placed Randy's hand onto the protrusion tenting in my shorts, the young man leaned in and kissed me, parting my lips with his young tongue. Once our slippery wet flesh touched, Randy's libido explodes and he jams his tongue deep into my throat, forcing it deep into my esophagus. Randy's hand is frantically searching a way to release my hard meat. Randy repositions his body and uses both hands to literally tear my shorts off. Once my cock was exposed, Randy removes his mouth from my face and goes down on my swelling shaft. The young boy's demeaner was very urgent, as he sucked on my pole while undressing me and himself at the same time. Randy eagerly wanted our bodies to be naked, and succumb to the pleasures that two men can enjoy. Soon Randy and I were laying opposite of each other on the couch. Both of us sucking the others throbbing member and exploring naked sweaty skin. I invade Randy's pink hole, stretching it with my hands and finally inserting my fingers deep into his canal. Nothing beats the feeling I get when I get my dick sucked while feasting on a succulent piece of thick salami at the same time. "Yeah, Jon. Your fingers feels great in my hole . I want you to fuck me" Randy announces, then bends over the couch and spreads his legs apart. I stand up and grab Randy's waist. My dripping dick is rammed into the boys ass with force, because I felt Randy wanted it done that way. Randy howled with pleasure as my thick 9 inch boner slides deep into the boy's back end. Randy is voicing his immense satisfaction with my equipment and my unique sexual techniques. Plumbers aren't the only ones who can unclog a drain using a long snake. "Wow, Jon. You got a hot dick. Fuck me with your big hot dick, Jon." Randy was practically yelling. "You fuck my hole, Jon. Fuck me hard. Pound my ass with your fat meat. I wanna feel your hard wood come outta my mouth, Jon." "Ooooohhh, god Jon. Stretch my crack. Drill my hole, faster." "Fuck me Jon, fuck me" While I was pumping my manhood in and out of this young boy's pooper, I noticed Dylan standing in the doorway, watching us. The plumber's hand was actively massaging his own bulge. It was then I discovered Randy's plan. I believe Randy lured Dylan into the room with his loud verbal exploits. Any red blooded American man would actively seek out sexual noises with the intension of watching the exploits of other people just out of curiousity. I assumed that Dylan's actions were a sign that he was anxious to join in. However, I didn't want to scare him away either. Some guys just like to watch. Then Randy saw the plumber and his bold antics prevailed. "Come on Dylan, whip that dick out and stroke it. I wanna watch you beat off while I get fucked by your apprentice" Dylan bit his lip with hesitation but then he freed his already hard cock and vigorously began to stroke a veiny 8 incher. As Dylan stood in the door way pumping his cock, Randy licked his lips and slightly opened his mouth, hoping to entice Dylan's desire for a blowjob. Suddenly, Dylan's itch was to strong to ignore and he confidently walked up to Randy and placed his edible pole in front of the horny boy's lips. Apparently, Dylan's libido could not resist the hot naked action placed before his eyes and he eagerly succumb to the temptation of getting his tool sucked after such a long drought. Dylan's uncut tool was instantly inhaled by Randy's salivating mouth. "Holy crap" Dylan exhumed out loud as he arched his head backwards and savored the boy's oral execusion. Quickly, Dylan removed his clothes and joined the motion of our thrusting and jerking bodies. The young lad latched onto Dylan's staff and sucked it like chocolate malt on a sunny day. Randy's fantasy was in full force, he was orally tasting his dreamboat plumber's boner and he was going to take full advantage of the situation. Randy reached around and grabbed Dylan's tight ass cheeks and forced Dylan's delicious cock further down his windpipe. As I fucked the teenaged boy, I also got to look on as my handsome and hairy plumber plunged his pipe in and out of Randy's deep throat, making the cum in my balls explode. Hot streams of semen purged from my organ and discharged into Randy's sweet cavity. After I withdrew my spent cock, Randy begged Dylan to fuck him. As Dylan manuvered around the couch, I positioned my body underneath Randy's midsection and engulfed the teenager's steel hard 7 inch piss hole. Randy groaned out loud as the studly plumber mounted the youth and began to pound the adolescent hole with his engorged member. My mouth was supplied with Randy's ample boyhood and I relished the young boy's smooth shaft. My hands grasped the juvenile's low hanging balls and I pulled on the hairless testicles. Dylan fucked like an animal in heat, pounding the young man's hole like a jackhammer. Obviously, Dylan was extremely horny, and was taking this opportunity to gorge himself on this sexual free for all. So it didn't take long for the plumber to burst his pipes and drain his cream into Randy's ass. As if on cue, Randy donated a steady stream of raw tender cum into my throat, which I eagerly consumed. The backyard swimming pool allowed us to cool off and begin another session of unbridled sex. At the shallow end of the pool, Dylan was fucking my ass with his rock hard boner and Randy was standing behind him. The youngling had his arms around Dylan's chest and was tweeking the plumber's erect nipples. Randy was also rubbing his young cock against Dylan's butt. "You want me to fuck you, plumber man" Randy whispered into Dylan's ear. "I've never done that before" Dylan responded. "I'll go slow, I know you want to" Randy continued. "I'ts gonna hurt" Dylan expressed concern. "Maybe a little bit, once I have my dick inside you, but I swear it will give you the most glorious sensation you have ever felt." Randy contrived. Dylan remembered the look on Randy's face when I was fucking him and he wanted that feeling. "Okay, Randy. Fuck my hole. Keep in mind that I'm a virgin." Dylan replied unsuredly. Randy could not believe this. His fantasy just exploded into an unbelieveable mega fantasy with an assistant as a bonus. Randy slowly wriggled his adolescent cock into Dylan's pink unsoiled hole. Dylan yelled out from discomfort, but Randy continued forward by withdrawing and reinserting at a snail's pace until the entire length of his staff was penetrating Dylan's cavity. Soon Dylan's pain was replaced by sheer enjoyment as he experienced his first anal stimulation. Randy's momemtum increased as Dylan begged the young boy to fuck him harder. Since we were all connected, every time Randy thrust, Dylan's cock was pushed deep into my back door. By now Dylan was howling with excitement as he treaded on forbidden territory, and was loving every inch of it. Eventually, Dylan cleaned my pipe with his hot creamy liquid, filling my insides with mega loads of ejaculated cum. Dylan's orgasm allowed me to sit back and watch the action between the plumber and the young man. The smile on Randy's face told me that the teenager was totally absorbed. Randy was honestly fucking his macho plumber in the ass, never wanting it to end, the young boy would slow down as he was about to climax, then slowly increase his pumping motion, making the action last as long as possible. Finally, Randy could not contain his urges, the young cocky minor shot loads of cum like a cannon into Dylan's maiden furrow. Entirely exhausted and drained, the three of us retired to the bathroom shower to clean up. Dylan, who had other appointments, quickly got dressed. The plumber thanked me for helping him out and told Randy he would stop by tomorrow for another session. After Randy and I engaged in some soapy, slippery intercourse in the shower, I got dressed, said goodbye to my accomodating host and exited the residence. Low and behold, the highway was only a couple of blocks away and I was on my way to the road of unimagineable adventures.