Full Service Men

By Mister J Author

Published on Jul 12, 2023

Gay

Full-Service Plumber By Mister J

Help Nifty continue providing hot erotic stories that get us off for free. Donate at http://donate.nifty.org


Content Warning:

This story is a work of fiction catering to people with certain kinks. Some characters may call other characters "faggot" or any variations of the word. If this content offends you, this is not for you. Do not read and complain about it after. You have been warned.


Description:

A closeted hardware store owner volunteers to wait for the plumber while his wife meets with a patient.

He didn't expect a hot plumber to show up. And to make things difficult, the guy worked with his manly assets on display.

Can he behave to keep his secret from getting discovered, or will the plumber fix something more than the sink's pipes?


If you enjoyed any of my books, especially if it made you cum, I would love to know. It will inspire me to write more. Send me a message.

Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MrGayrotica

Or on Tumblr: https://tumblr.com/misterjauthor


I have books available on Amazon and Smashwords. Check out Mister J on:

  • AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Mister-J/e/B08KFVTBLJ

  • SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mrgayrotica

My latest book, "CABIN FEVER," is already available there.

See a list of my other BOOKS at the end.


"BABE, are you at the house?" my wife asked.

"Yeah, I just got here." I switched my phone to the other ear and closed the front door.

"I'm sorry for making you leave the store in the middle of the day. I forgot a patient had an appointment this morning."

"It's okay, babe. My employees can handle the hardware store for a couple of hours without me." I went into the kitchen to check the broken sink.

"Has the plumber arrived?"

"Not yet. What time was he supposed to be here?" I leaned my butt against the kitchen island and crossed my legs.

"Ten-thirty."

I checked my wristwatch. "It's already eleven."

"Maybe he got caught in traffic or something."

The doorbell chimed.

"That must be him." I pushed off and started walking toward the front door. "Don't worry about things here. I'll take care of the plumber."

"Yeah, I got to go. My next patient is here. Thanks, babe."

"See you later."

The line disconnected.

I shoved the phone inside my pants pocket and opened the door.

A big bear of a man, a couple inches taller, stood outside. His barrel chest and belly filled the navy overalls. The sleeves of his tight white shirt underneath threatened to rip from his massive arms.

Damn, this plumber is fucking hot.

"Good morning." He put the huge-ass toolbox down on the floor and flipped through the pages on his clipboard. "I'm here to fix Lori Chavez's sink."

"She's my wife." I extended my hand. "I'm Miguel Chavez."

"Jason Walker." A smile showed on his brown and gray stubbled face.

"Come in." I stepped aside to let him through.

He picked up his toolbox and entered. "Where's the sink?"

"In the kitchen." I shut the door and led the way.

The plumber looked around as he followed. "Nice house."

"Thanks."

We got to the kitchen, and I directed him to the sink on the granite island.

Jason set the toolbox down on the floor and tinkered with the sink. He opened and closed the faucet and peeked in the drain with a pen flashlight.

"Do you need help with anything?"

"It's okay. I can manage." Jason got on all fours to check the pipes underneath, giving me a view of the plump ass in his overalls.

Blood rushed into my dick, tightening my underwear.

I squeezed my erection through my black pants while the plumber can't see me.

Jason came out from under the sink, took some tools from the toolbox, and lay on his back. His open legs showed off a big mound in the crotch of his coveralls.

Another rush of blood went into my erection, making standing uncomfortable.

I turned around and went to the fridge to get ingredients for a sandwich before he noticed my hard-on. "Do you mind if I have my lunch while you work?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you want one?"

"No, it's okay. I ate before going here." His voice mixed with the clang of tools and pipes.

"How long have you been a plumber?" I placed bread slices on a plate and assembled my lunch.

"Twenty years. My dad owned the business. But he left it to me two years ago after he passed away."

"I'm sorry about your dad. It's the same with my old man. I inherited my hardware store from him."

"And what does the missus do?"

"She's a psychiatrist." I finished assembling the sandwich and hopped on the counter across from him before taking a bite. "How about you? Do you have a wife?"

"Divorced. We have a teenage son, but she has custody." Jason scratched his bulge.

My dick twitched.

I stared at the big mound as I took another bite, imagining myself between his tree-trunk thighs with my face pressed against his bulge.

"Miguel?"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my fantasy and glanced at him peeking from under the sink. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You have mayonnaise on your beard." He gestured on his facial here.

"Oops. Thanks, man." I wiped my face with a paper towel.

He went back to work.

As I ate the last bite, water burst from under the sink.

"Fuck!" Jason yelled as he tried to plug the pipe with his hands.

The torrent of water stopped, but some still escaped, drenching his clothes and flooding the floor. "Quick! Shut the water main."

I jumped off the counter in a panic and bolted out the back door to close the valve. "Has it stopped?"

"It stopped," his faint voice reached me outside.

When I returned, Jason stood next to the island, unfastening his coveralls. His soaked white shirt clung to his pale skin.

"Let me get you a towel." I hurried to the bathroom, grabbed a couple, and went back.

The huge plumber stripped down to only a pair of wet white briefs. His fat, cut dick showed through the almost transparent fabric.

My dick shot back to hardness and pressed against the zipper of my pants.

I tore my stare away before he caught me looking and handed him the towels. "What happened?"

He thanked me and started drying himself.

The soft meat dangling inside the wet pouch swung as he wiped the water off his skin. "The shut-off valve broke. I'm not surprised. Whoever did your piping used plastic instead of metal. I have one in the toolbox and replace it later."

I left again and returned with cleaning stuff to get rid of the pool of water in my kitchen.

The almost naked plumber took the mop and worked on the floor. His dick passed in front of me while I was crouched down using rags and wringing them out in a bucket.

It took all my will to keep myself from reaching out and grabbing the straight man's sausage.

My hard-on kept throbbing in my pants.

It's a good thing my pants were black. The tent won't be noticeable unless one looks for it.

After we got rid of the flood, I asked, "If you want, you can borrow one of my boxers while I toss your clothes in the dryer."

"That would be great, man. It would be nice not to work in wet underwear."

I returned with a pair from my dresser. "I hope this fits. You're bulkier than I am."

"No problem. It's only temporary until my clothes dry up." Jason inserted his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, not caring if I was standing in front of him.

His fat dick dangled between his legs over balls surrounded by a full bush of brown and white.

I wanted to reach in my pants to adjust myself because the uncomfortable tightness returned.

"Thanks, man." He faced me in all his manly glory with a smile and gave the wet briefs with the other wet clothes.

To keep my voice from cracking, I nodded in reply and took them.

Jason put my boxers on.

My eyes zoned in on the sizeable package bulging in front.

He cupped his crotch and looked at me. "You're right. It's a little snug. It feels like my dick will burst out of your underwear."

"I could grab something else from my dresser if you want."

"Nah, it's perfectly okay. Don't worry about it, man."

"Okay. I'll be right back." I left him alone, but once I was out of sight, I shifted my dick to give it room to breathe.

After tossing his clothes in the machine, I returned to the kitchen.

Jason was on his back under the sink.

"Everything okay here? Do you need anything else?"

"Actually, could you hand me my other wrench?" He pointed to the toolbox between his bent open legs.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed the tool requested while secretly staring at the big mound on display inside his borrowed boxers.

"You got it?" He lifted his head to look at me.

"Here."

"Could you stay there just in case I need something else?" Jason reached for the wrench.

"Uh, sure."

He went back to work on the sink.

I resumed staring at his crotch, licking my lips in wishful thinking I could run my tongue on the straight man's meat.

Jason cleared his throat.

I snapped my gaze to his face.

"You like what you see between my legs?" He asked with his head lifted, flashing his pearly whites.

"No, man." I shook my head with my hands in front of me. "I was not looking. I promise."

He put the tools down to one side and grabbed his crotch. "How about you come over here and suck this for me?"

"Seriously, man. I'm not gay."

"Stop pretending you don't want to. You've been checking out my cock this entire time. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"I'm not pretending."

"Bullshit. Come on. Wrap those fag lips around my dick. I haven't had sex for at least a week. My balls are full of cum just for you."

I swallowed and imagined the sensation of his load sliding down my throat.

The thumping in my chest got harder.

"Man, I have a wife and son."

"So? It doesn't change the fact you want to suck my cock."

Should I give in and do it? I can't risk people finding out my secret because of a quick blowjob on some guy—a hot straight random guy.

"Don't worry about people finding out. I'm not going to tell anyone. It will be our little secret."

I stared at him in silence, trying to decide what to do.

"Go ahead. Suck it." Jason removed the hand on his bulge.

My throbbing hard-on made the decision for me.

Slowly, I slid the toolbox out of the way and crawled closer to his crotch.

His lips lifted into a cocky smirk.

I reached for the meaty bulge and massaged it through the boxers.

"See? I knew you were a fag." Jason shoved his thumbs through the underwear's waistband and pushed them down.

Grabbing the hem, I helped him and tossed them to the side.

His dick shifted to the side like a wordless invitation when he opened his legs wider.

I wrapped my fingers around the soft shaft and dove down, putting it in my mouth.

"Fuck, yeah. Suck my dick."

Adding suction, I produced more spit and sucked.

The straight plumber's dick started growing.

He put a hand behind my head and moaned. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Keep going."

"You like it?" I asked while stroking him.

"Yeah." Jason stood up and held the hard dick at the base.

I knelt in front of him and lined up my lips near the head.

He pulled me on his crotch. "Get back to work."

After taking the man's meat back in my mouth, I bobbed without holding onto any part of him.

The head hit the back of my throat, making me gag.

But instead of pulling away, I kept going.

"Damn, this is not your first time sucking cock. You're better than my ex-wife."

His compliment made me hornier.

I opened my pants, took my dick out, and stroked myself.

"Look at you, pleasuring yourself with my cock in your mouth. I knew you were a cocksucker when I caught you checking out my crotch working on the sink." He slid his hand through my black slicked back hair.

I matched my hand with the speed of my bobbing.

Jason pulled out and slapped it against my face. "You want this big dick, fag?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I wanted it ever since you set foot in the house."

"That's right. I fucking knew it." He stabbed his dick into my mouth and pulled my head harder, burying it deep. "Fags like you marry women to pretend you're straight. But once real men like me show up, you drop to your knees and take our cocks."

I kept sucking.

He pulled me off his dick by my hair. "Am I right? Answer me."

"Yes, I'll suck any straight man who wants their dick sucked."

Jason held both sides of my head and fucked my mouth. "Fucking slut for cock."

Without complaint, I let the beefy plumber use me like his personal sex toy.

He directed me toward his hairy balls. "How about you work on those for a while?"

I alternated licking and playing each testicle with my tongue and occasionally sucked on it.

The plumber knocked his head back. "Fuck, yeah!"

I continued working on his balls while he jacked off.

He pulled me back on his dick, shoving it in one go, making me choke.

But once I recovered, I sucked and stroked his dick at the same time while stroking my own.

"Look at me while you service my cock."

I pulled his dick out and slapped it on my face while looking up at him.

"If only your wife could see you now, thinking she married a real man, but in truth, he's on his knees worshipping another man's cock. What a fucking liar?"

Ignoring his humiliating comments, I devoured the plumber's dick again, making sure he saw the head bulging out of my cheeks with each suck.

"Get up." He yanked me by my polo shirt and bent over the kitchen island. "Take those off. I need to fuck that pussy."

I pushed my pants and boxers to my ankles and kicked them to the side.

"Nice ass." He slapped and squeezed my ass cheek. "Has anyone told you your ass is like a woman's?"

"Yes," I said, looking back over my shoulder. "My buddies at the gym."

Jason scoffed and whispered in my ear. "I bet you always wanted them to fuck your pussy in the locker room. Or maybe one of them beat me to it already. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if all of them had been inside your pussy. You're a fucking slut, after all."

I stayed silent because he was right. I've jacked off to that fantasy. All four of my buddies gangbanging me in the middle of the locker room while other gym patrons watch.

He opened my ass cheeks and inspected my hole using his thumb.

It winked at him.

"Got lube?"

"Use the olive oil in there." I pointed to the cupboard behind us.

The plumber grabbed the bottle, poured some on my crack, and pushed his middle finger in.

I reached back with one hand, spread my cheek apart, and relaxed.

"You're tight," he said as it went in further.

"It's been a long time since I got fucked.," I said with my eyes closed.

"We need to loosen you up for my dick." The fat digit moved in and out.

"Please, be gentle."

"I can't promise that," Jason added a second finger. "Once I get inside a pussy, I fuck it hard. You're just another hole for me to use."

A whimper came out of me.

"Better think of an excuse to tell your wife when she sees you walking funny later."

I gripped the edge of the island when a third finger went in.

His finger sawed into me until he said, "I think you're ready. Want my dick inside your pussy?"

"Oh, god, yes."

Jason chuckled, poured olive oil on his dick, and aimed it at my hole.

My eyes clenched tight as the invading head met resistance from my anal ring.

"Shit, you're so fucking big."

"Come on. Let me in. I'm gonna fuck you good like you've never been fucked before."

After taking a few deep breaths, I opened up.

The head breached.

He slapped my ass. "There you go. I'm in."

"Wait." I reached back for his belly to keep him from moving. "Let me get used to it for a second."

Minutes passed.

"Go ahead."

Jason put a hand on my lower back and started slowly fucking into me.

I bent over until my chest pressed against the island's cold granite surface to make his dick go in easier.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good, just like a woman's, but tighter. I'm gonna have to fuck this again soon." The straight plumber fucked faster.

"Come back and fuck me anytime you want."

"Oh, I'll definitely come back." He pulled out and circled the head at my hole before stabbing it inside again. "We'll pretend there's something wrong with the shower, and I'm gonna fuck you in the bathroom while your wife is somewhere in the house."

Fuck!

"Do you want that, huh?" He pushed his whole dick inside me. "Me, fucking you behind your wife's back?"

"Mm-hmm. We have to be careful. She can't know."

"We'll make sure we won't get caught." He held my hips and pulled me, slapping my ass into his crotch.

I moaned in pleasure.

One hand pushed me down while the other held onto my shoulder as he pounded me into the kitchen island.

Moan, whimpers, and the slapping of flesh filled the room.

Jason lifted one of my legs and put my feet on the edge of the island, opening me up more for him.

"Give it to me, man. I need your big dick inside me. Use me to get yourself off."

Holding his dick at the base, he kept pulling out and stabbing it back in. "Does it feel good to have me inside you?"

"Fuck, yes! I miss having a big dick inside me."

He pulled out and slapped my ass. "On your back and get that pussy over the edge."

I removed my polo shirt and climbed up the granite island.

Jason held one of my legs by the ankle and punched his dick back inside my hole.

"Ugh!"

He draped my leg over his shoulder and started plowing into me. "I'm not going to get tired of fucking this pussy."

I grabbed the edge over my head and braced myself for the assault.

"Good thing I took this call myself instead of delegating it to one of my guys. He would've been the one enjoying this prime pussy." Jason shifted positions to fuck from a different angle.

His dick rubbed against my prostate.

"Shit! Right there. Keep fucking me right there."

"Like this?" Jason piston in and out of me like a machine.

"Oh, god. I'm going to cum." I held the back of my knees and pulled my legs to my chest.

He kept hitting my pleasure button.

"Ah!"

I exploded without touching myself.

Shot after shot, my load hit me on the face, the chest, and the abs until nothing else came out.

"Your pussy is squeezing my dick! I'm going to cum, too."

"Don't pull out. I want it inside me."

Jason slammed into me harder, making my body shake with each fuck. "Here it comes."

"Breed me, man. I want your baby."

"I'm going to knock you up!"

Warm cum hosed my insides until he unloaded every drop of his baby batter and collapsed on top of me.

We panted heavily on top of each other, glistening with sweat.

After we recovered, Jason finished fixing the sink, showered, and dressed in his dry clothes.

I gave him a check for his services.

"Just give me a call when you need me to work on your pipes again." The plumber gave a smug grin and winked.

Miguel's encounters will continue...


Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MrGayrotica

Or on Tumblr: https://tumblr.com/misterjauthor


Check out Mister J books on Amazon and Smashwords:

  • AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Mister-J/e/B08KFVTBLJ

  • SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mrgayrotica

Book titles include: - Fuck Buddies - His Proxy Wife - My Wife's Father - The Future In-law - Best Friends with Benefits - Pounded by the Bodybuilder - Derek's Buddies - Hunks University - Santa's Punishment - The Bro Code - Jocks on Lockdown - Seduced by a Kapre - Ring of Desire - Late Night Snack

Next: Chapter 2: Full Service Barber


Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate