Snippets: The Plumber Part 1

I'm a guy who provides top notch service. I'm a plumber, and worked in the profession for over 40 years, when my dad had me as an apprentice when I was 15. There's all sorts of judgment of people in my field until you've got a grease clog, or your toilet stops working. I like fixing things, so sticking with the profession like dad wasn't in the cards for me. I loved to feel the despair in someone's aura when their plumbing systems needed solving. I'd come by, assess the situation, then provide the solution before getting paid handsomely for it each time.

"There's a thrill in this," I told Blake, one of my devout customers for over 10 years. "You have an issue, and I've got the solution right here, right now."

"You've always got the solution," he said to me as we were in his living room. "I need you to execute your solution right now, Brian."

This 40-year-old longshoreman, the husband to Mandy, and the father to Zoey and Bella, had another issue that I addressed on the regular.

"You needed more than that toilet unclogged," I asked him before dipping my nose in his pubes.

This was part of my reality. I'm a cocksucking plumber, one who knows how to fix all things presented before me, including "clogged pipes." Blake was the recipient of my multitude of services on a rainy Saturday morning, when he called me two weeks prior to complain about the toilet in his daughters' bathroom, and of Mandy.

"This bitch acts like taking care of a working man isn't necessary," he said to me, referring to his sexual desires.

Blake would be pleased by a guy who became a cocksucker while on a job in my early 20s. Randy, an old friend of my father's, was the guy I teamed up with on a gig out of town. I was young, not quite married, but faithful to Della, my then-girlfriend-now-wife, as he and I did a large scale project out in Danville (Virginia). The gig was with a few homes, and when we finished, that night we decided to go out for drinks, and celebrate our big score. Randy, a burly, hairy Italian guy from New York, was going through a nasty divorce, and he mentioned a few times how he was trying to get laid while we were out of town. He tried schooling me about life being married, and how things "dried up" afterwhile to where you looked into others to get that "hydration." We became shit faced drunk, and the next thing I knew, I was "feeling helpful" as I was on my knees in his hotel room, being taught how to suck cock until I successfully swallowed my first load. Randy brought something out of me that I didn't know was embedded. I loved working on plumbing systems, and the systems of horny men who weren't getting the petting time they needed from their partners. We returned to Chesapeake (Virginia), and not one was said between Randy and I about it, but he opened Pandora's box as I was now cruising for cock at every chance I got. Sure I got married, and sure I had kids and lived the American dream. This daddy however was one who couldn't stop eyeing guys crotches, or checking for porn that contained beautiful third legs to fantasize on. 30 plus years later I was being belittled, called all sorts of nut freaks and bitches while gobbling Blake's eight inch cock in my uniform.

"One of these days, I'm gonna let you eat my ass," he said to me.

He and I talked before about how I loved eating pussy. I'd never entertained rimming men, but the thought of it turned me on this day while Blake was sitting in front of me.

"Take your tongue and fuck my ass with it, and get me all hard and prepped to cum," he added.

I always loved eating pussy, and the urge to do so climbed as I got older. Della closed shop on me eating her hairy snout. Like with me sucking cock, I on occasion would find myself eating out the distressed wife of some young client, because her man didn't like to eat cunt. I guess I was an equal opportunity pleaser, and for some reason I was in the thought of expanding my horizons when it came to men, too.

"And you know the drill. Why are you in uniform, you might get cum all over your clean shirt," he said to me, before I decided to get butt naked.

I was down to my white socks while Blake was laying on his back with his legs wide open, inviting me to the full buffet of delighting him in order to get me a nut.

"You've been doing this for me for over 10 years," he said as my tongue brushed against the veins in his cock.

"No sense in us stopping now, right," I asked before slipping his cock head down my throat.

I opened my mouth wide, and closed my eyes when I squeezed the thick base of his cock with my lips. I loved his musky man scent, and the thickness of his prick made my lips, and toes curl as I bobbed up and down slowly. I loved that Blake was dedicated to this fat father of three, and so I always felt the need to provide the utmost customer satisfaction when it came to him.

"Swallow it. Swallow it," he said as he was thrusting his hips faster, causing me to gag.

I considered it a tragedy to pull my face from this bear's bruising cock. He pressed harder at the back of my head while he was bouncing up and down on the couch. I struggled in squeezing my lips tighter until he mentioned how he would bring buddies over to get the same type of treatment.

"Blow one, have one taking that sweet cherry of yours," he mentioned as he knew I'd never been fucked.

We entertained the thought of him being my first, but I wasn't quite ready, and chose to use small toys to energize my prostate. He uttered all sorts of banter while berating me as a man, and I was simply turned on while my spit was running down my chin on to the couch.

"You never come up short daddy," he cried out as he was thrusting even harder. "You want my cum?"

I whimpered "yes," and he'd pound my face until he started wailing, with his delicious sperm splattering in every direction within my mouth. He let go of the back of my head to allow me to consume every ounce. I gently rubbed those hairy balls as I tried to ensure I got every bit of what he was trying to get rid of. My lips were down to the base, and I slowly pulled my head up while squeezing tightly, stopping at the tip before licking his sensitive balls for reassurance.

"That's enough," he said as he giggled and pulled away.

I wanted to jack off, but needed to get up and get going as I had another gig. I let him know again that everything was working fine, and thanked him for paying me, as well as allowing me to taste that sweet pipe once more.

"Anytime Brian, you know that," he said as I was getting dressed.

We hugged each other, then kissed before he slapped my ass and bid out of the door. I checked my account to see I was paid handsomely for the gig, then he texted me later, telling me he was going to fuck the hell out of his wife thinking about me. I went to my other gig where a lady had a hairball in her drain. She wasn't a candidate for the tongue however, for she was 83 years old, and reeked of mothballs.