Paulie, The Plumber, gets his "plumbing" played with.
Me being a plumber, I worked for myself and done quite well to where I'd been in business for 22 years and was able to raise four kids, putting all through college successfully, and own two homes, and four cars. I never starved (obviously, at five foot nine, 270 lbs.), for I loved my Italian and Mexican dishes (my two origins), and never worried about living paycheck to paycheck as my work preceeded a reputation.
"How much you clock in a year," my customer George asked. I was working on his toilet base when he came with that question, as I was dumbfounded to why the jerk off would pose that inquiry at that most inopportune time.
"I mean, I know you're fixing the shitter, but I'm curious. My boy needs to pick a profession after high school," he added.
George, a round bellied, polar bear, was someone I'd come across twice as he and his wife Melba owned a couple rehabilitated properties in the lower class part of town.
"Take home is $90,000, easy" I told him.
"Damn. If only I would've done that before I hit the pen," he said to me. "And they pay you all that with that ass crack hanging out like that?"
George and I forged that friendship through our dealings to where he could talk like that to me, as I'd done great work for he and Melba.
"Ass crack showing or not, imma fix this toilet and you won't have no problems," I told him.
We both laughed, and continued chatting as I would find that the entire base section of the unit needed replacing, so I told him.
"I'm sorry be stuck on the subject, but you've got one good looking ass, man," he said to me. "I know, inappropriate, but if no one ever told you."
No one did, for I was a chubby guy who didn't get a lot of looks in that realm. My ex wife, Sherry, was the last woman I'd been with and that was six years prior to George's compliments.
"No one's ever said that, so I appreciate it," I told him in return.
Truth was, I'd been curious about men for a time, and coincidentally George came tapping at my door.
"I'll bet you can suck the skin off a banana," he said to me.
"Never sucked cock," I said.
"And why not?"
"Too busy enjoying pussy, and rubbing out my own nut as of late," I said to him.
I envisioned getting my cherry popped as I would at times find myself fingering my butt, attempting to feed my pondering of how it felt to get fucked. I just didn't have the courage to approach guys, instead suffering in silence and wondering. I likened George however to be a qualified candidate, as his aggression turned me on.
"You can enjoy cock the same as pussy. Maybe it's time you receive the same treatment as given," he said.
I stopped working and looked at George from where I was sitting, as I saw the bulge in his jogging pants.
"You see how hard I am right now. You wanna fool around a bit, get a little "test drive" going," he asked.
We did that "test drive," as he showed me the ropes of man to man sex. He was precise, understanding enough to walk me through douching, getting me thoroughly clean to where we got in the shower together
"I've never taken a shower with another man," I told him.
"There's a first for everything," he said, as he was kissing the back of my neck, while scrubbing my body with a soap lathered rag.
He had the rag in hand, making it to my butt, paying extra attention inside the cheeks to ensure everything was squeaky clean.
"How's that feel, " he asked, as he rubbed my hole.
It felt wonderful, as his finger would incidentally slip inside, and he'd grab hold to what I learned later was my prostate gland.
"Don't stop that," I said to him.
I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed he penetrating me like that, his pointer finger jostling at my walls, after he'd punch in, and before pulling it out. I bent my head down to wail as I didn't want it to stop.
"I think you're just ready to get fucked," he said to me.
I was, letting George indoctrinate me in such a manner that he pinned me against the wall and drove that dick so deep in me I thought it was in my stomach.
"Fuck! George you better fuck me good. I love that cock inside of me," I said.
I couldn't believe how much I loved the way it was stretching me, his cock head latching on to the inner clip of my man pussy. I was elated to be able to accommodate the ex con, one who knew how to fuck me to the heavens.
"I could do this to you every week, baby," he said. "You can give that ass up to Daddy George, you fag."
"Oh, yes sir. Your name will be tatted on my butt," I said.
I was joking, but now that George had broken into me, that dick became a true measure if pleasure.
"Come let me tap this ass once a week," he suggested while plowing me.
I enjoyed being a new found bottom, letting him indulge on me while literally pounding me against the wall as I winced.
"You got me ready to give you this good nut. You ready, cowboy? You want some of daddy's cum," he asked.
Before I could shout an answer, he was letting go of his baby batter, as his jizz felt like hot candle wax splattering against my guts. I howled to the moon as a result, enjoying being filled. When he finished, he pulled out, and I felt his cum gush out of my hole as air pressure forced it out of me.
"I've never cum so fast," he said, while smacking my ass. "You've got super man pussy."
I laughed, as he turned off the water, and opened the curtain to hand me a towel to wipe off. I ended up not finishing the job that day as George gave me the business, instead requesting three days to get it done.
"You can have more time, as long as you bring me that ass again," he said.
I would, as not only did he pound me three days later, but I finished the job, not even wanting one red cent of he and Melba's money, as I got something better.