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     My wife and I had been having trouble with the faucet in the bathroom
of our apartment.  It had gotten clogged up with grit and wasn't flowing
properly.  We called a plumber, who agreed to work on it the next day.  We
decided that I would stay home from work in the morning to be there for
the plumber, since she had some meetings that would be difficult to
reschedule and my morning was clear.  r

     The appointment was for ten a.m., and he buzzed right on time.  As I
opened the door to greet him, I couldn't believe how gorgeous he was.  He
had big dark eyes, with long black eyelashes, and fashionably short hair.
He looked about 30 years old (I'm 31) and about 5' 9" tall (I'm over six
feet).  He smiled a greeting and said, "Hey, you havin' trouble with a
faucet?"

     I quickly got my thoughts back to the problem at hand.  "Yeah," I
said, and led him to bathroom.  He tried the faucet and saw the trouble.
"Hafta come out," he said.  "I got one like it in the truck."  He turned
to go back for his tools and the replacement faucet.  I watched as he
walked ahead of me.  He was in good shape, with a cute butt packed into
blue jeans, and a great smile.  What a hunk!

     As I waited for him to return, I was going over the possibilities in
my mind.  I had slept with a lot of guys before I got married, and sure
missed sucking some cock.  Sex with my wife was great, but I really love
slurping on a hard cock until I'm rewarding with a creamy hot load to
swallow.  I used to cruise a local university and suck off some good-
looking guys in the restrooms there, but lately my schedule had not
allowed time for it.  I hadn't sucked anyone in about a year, and here was
this fine-looking stud coming back into my own home in a few minutes.
Would he let me blow him?  How could I suggest it?

     I rearranged my hardening cock just before he returned.  I scoped him
out more carefully as he went to work.  When he took off his jacket, he
revealed a work shirt with the name Randy stitched over the breast. He had
strong-looking arms, but was not muscle-bound.  I cursed silently as I saw
the gold wedding band on the ring finger of his left hand.  It figures
that a guy this gorgeous has a chick at home to poke.  There go my
chances, I thought.

     We made small talk as he worked.  He asked how long I had lived here,
and what I did.  I asked him how long he'd been a plumber, and so on.
Although his head and torso were under the vanity as he messed with the
pipes, I watched his legs as he wriggled around, trying to loosen a
stubborn connection.  He was wearing heavy work boots, which really turned
me on.  He jeans were tight on him and driving me bananas.  Thankfully he
couldn't see the bulge at my own crotch.

     I still couldn't decide how to proposition him.  Should I just blurt
it out?  I've sucked off plenty of married guys, guys whose wives either
didn't like sex enough, or didn't like giving head, or whatever.  Maybe
Randy would still go for it.

     He finished replacing the faucet, and then tested it.  It worked
fine, and he seemed happy with it.  Randy gathered together his tools and
the old faucet, and then asked if he could use the bathroom, saying that
his coffee ran right through him.  I laughed and told him yes, and left
the room.  As I stood outside, I could hear his strong stream of piss
splashing in the toilet.  I imagined him standing there, holding his cock.
I tried to picture the curly black hairs that must cover his balls, and I
wondered how long his cock was.  Personally, I like to suck long cocks,
but not too long.  It's most fun if I can take it all in my mouth and
throat without being uncomfortable.

     As I was visualizing Randy standing there with his cock in his hand
letting his stream fly, I wondered if I should have made my move then, by
saying something like, "Sure, you can pee, if I can hold your cock for
you!"  Then I thought no, that would have really flipped him out.  I
wasn't worried about him beating me up in my own home or anything like
that, but I bet he would not have gone for me watching him piss, let alone
holding his cock while he did it.

     After he emerged from the bathroom, he asked to use the phone to call
his next appointment.  I showed him the phone in the living room, and
scoped him out while he wasn't looking.  His muscled chest was hidden by
his work shirt, of course, but I could picture the contours of his form.
I decided then that, what the fuck, no guts no glory, I had to ask this
guy to let me blow him.

     Randy got off the phone without being able to reach his next job. He
then asked to wash up good in the kitchen, because he didn't want to get
grime all over the bathroom sink.  I pointed the way and stood with him as
he cleaned his hands and arms thoroughly.  As he finished drying and was
collecting this tool belt, I blurted out, "Y'know, I don't have to be at
work anytime soon.  If you've got some time, I'd love to give you a hot
blow job before you leave."  He stopped what he was doing, and looked at
me, saying "You would, huh?"

     "Yes," I replied, daring to look him in the eye. "I bet you've got a
great cock, and I'd love to suck it for you."  He resumed putting tools on
his belt.

     "Well, I've often thought about something like that," he answered.
My heart skipped a beat.  Was he gonna let me do it?  He continued, "but
I've never done anything with a man before."

     "That's okay," I said, stepping closer.  "Just pull it out and I'll
do the rest."  My hands drifted over to him.  Randy stood completely rigid
as I caressed him.  He didn't look at me as my hands dropped down to his
crotch.

     "I dunno . . ." he mumbled.  I continued fondling his cock through
his jeans, feeling it grow harder with my touch.

     "Oh, yeah, you do have a hard one in there.  Lemme suck it for you.
I wanna kiss your balls, run my tongue up and down your cock, and taste
your cum," I whispered.  I dropped to my knees and began to unbuckle
Randy's belt.  He didn't move to stop me, so I continued, moving to
unbutton his jeans.  He wore white jockey underwear, and moaned softly as
I freed his swelling cock.

     I said, "Yeah, I knew you were hard."  I started licking his cock,
rolling my tongue around on it.  I could taste the precum that was oozing
out.  Randy was quiet, but I felt his hands come up behind me to squeeze
my shoulders and muss my hair.

     He cleared his throat and said, "I-I don't think I can cum, uh,
standing up."  I stood and guided him out of the kitchen into the carpeted
hallway.  I would have liked to have stripped both of us naked and gotten
into bed, but I didn't want to do it in the bed I shared with my wife.  I
pushed Randy down on to the carpet, and pulled his jeans and shorts down
to his ankles.  Straddling him, I resumed my attentions to his cock and
balls.  Handling his furry balls, I kissed and licked them, and then took
one at a time into my mouth.  Randy was moaning quietly.  I pulled off and
looked over at him.  His eyes were closed, and he was running his tongue
across dried lips.

     "You like me working your balls?" I asked.

     "God, yeah!" he replied.  "Suck me!"

     I needed no further urging.  Pouncing on his hard cock, I wet the
shaft with my tongue, gliding up, down and around it.  Then I took the
head in my mouth, and began to work up and down.  His cock was only about
seven inches long, and I was soon able to take him all in on one stroke,
then slide out to just the head, then resume the stroke back onto him.
Randy moved his hands back to my hair, running his hands through it.  I
cupped his balls, and gently tugged and caressed them while his cock
slurped in and out of my mouth.  I moved my hands to knead his ass cheeks,
enjoying the firmness of his ass.  Then I tried to worm one finger into
his asshole, but its tightness and the way Randy caught his breath then
told me that he didn't want anything up his ass.

     I brought my hands back to his cock, and held it while I paid close
attention to the reddish-purple head.  I held the head of his cock in my
mouth, and slurped my tongue all around it.  Then I resumed pumping up and
down on the whole cock while my hands fondled his balls.  He began bucking
his hips in a fucking motion, trying to urge his cock down my throat.  As
his balls were tensing and his breaths grew quicker and shorter, I knew
that he would cum shortly.

     Cum he did!  I pulled my mouth up to the head of his cock, and his
warm cum gushed into my mouth.  I swished it around my tongue, enjoying
the taste.  Same familiar taste as always: thick consistency, a little
bitter, a little salty.  Randy's cock continued to spew my reward, so I
swallowed what I had and welcomed the continuing flow.  He continued to
pump his load into my mouth.

     As he stopped cumming, I pulled off, grabbed a breath, and held his
cock my hands as I licked the head.  Randy moaned, bucked some more, and
some more cum flowed out of his cock.  I lapped that up, then backed off
again.  As I caressed his balls, I gently blew on his cock head.  I found
out long ago that is one of the best sensations after a blow job.  The air
stream on the hyper-sensitive, wet head is just incredible.  Randy sat up,
shivered, and bucked his hips some more.

     I climbed off and smiled at him.  His breathing had returned to
normal.  He quickly stood up, and pulled up his shorts and jeans.

     "Uh, thanks, man.  That was a great blow job!"  He nervously got his
stuff together, not making eye contact with me.  I was used to straight
guys being wigged out after a hot blow job by another guy, so it didn't
really bother me.  He felt really bad about presenting me with a bill for
the repair, though.  He just handed it to me, and pointed at where to
sign, not saying a word.  I wish he was more relaxed about the whole deal,
because I had never intended to swap a suck-off for the plumbing job; I
just wanted to blow because I knew we would both enjoy it.

     Randy put his jacket on and mumbled a curt goodbye.  I never saw him
again, although I often fantasize about meeting him somewhere, say in a
park over his lunch hour, and sucking him off in the bushes on a hot
summer day.

     After he left, I quickly dropped my pants, laid down in the living
room and jacked off, replaying the blow job in my mind.  I imagined
sucking his fine cock, and squeezing his tight butt.  As I shot my load, I
pretended that he had let me fuck him, and that I was cumming up his tight
asshole.

     "Oh, Randy," I moaned through gritted teeth, "take this hot load up
your ass!  Yeah, buddy, take it all!"  Cum was spurting out of my cock,
covering my hand and belly.

     After a minute, I calmed down, got a tissue, cleaned myself up, and
went on to work.  That night, my wife asked me how the plumber was.  I
told her that he was fine, that it was a good job.


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     I said at the top that this story is mostly true.  I am married, and
a hot-looking plumber did come to my apartment, although his name tag
did not say "Randy," of course.  I was horny, and I did proposition him.
In fact, he did say that he had thought about it, and I did move to fondle
his cock under his jeans.  After a minute, though, he said that no, he had
to go.  I never got the chance to see his cock, let alone suck it and taste
his cum.  I did jack off wildly after he left, imagining the events described
in the story.  "Randy", if you're out there, it would have been as great for
you as I have told it.