Sub encounter: Plumber

………… the car keys?” Chris trailed off.

My nineteen-year-old son had arrived on the scene.

“Um, Dad, what’s going on?” he asked, as could have been expected.

“Hey Chris.” I replied flatly. “You mean why is there a naked guy standing in the center of the garage, almost at attention, but not quite.”

Chris stepped all the way into the space, pushing the door closed behind him.

“Yeah, something like that.” He confirmed.

“Well, Steve here is learning his place.” I informed. “I’m instructing him.”

Chris’s eye brows rose, then settled.

“OK,” he said cautiously. “And he wants this?”

“I’m pretty sure, your arrival has added to his stress. But, he wont fall out of line.”

“We’ve just been through a shit load of drama, he wont fuck up again today.”

I was telling Steve what I expected, without having to instruct him directly. It was a good opportunity, although, I was sure he would have preferred to have already departed.

“And you’ve told him to stand like this?” Chris asked, gesturing up and down his form.

“This is Display stance,” I replied. “It allows real men to examine, or show off their boys.”

“Boys?” he asked.

“Subs, submissives,” I answered. “Guys born to service men”

“Service?”

Jeepers! This was getting detailed!

“Forget that, let’s just stick to one topic.” I said, refocusing.

“This is Display. Let me show you.” I proposed, as I stood more to the side.

“Rub your hand up and down his abs.”

Chris froze.

“Do it,” I commanded, “you know about this shit from uni. So, tell me what you feel.”

He reached out, ran his right hand lightly up and down the excellent washboard before him.

“Do it fucken properly.” I barked, as I watched Steve burn with embarrassment.

“What do you feel?”

“He’s fucken built!” Chris confirmed in surprise, even double checking. “They’re rock solid!”

“Steve’s a hard worker, none of that is from a gym, it’s all his day job.” I added.

Chris nodded in appreciation.

“What about his arms? What does your uni education tell you?” I asked.

I watched him reach up, then take Steve’s bicep in a grip.

“He’s got good foundation, they’re hard, but not overly developed.”

A pause for contemplation.

“I’d say he’s not focused on body building, but he’d easily get size. If he wanted.”

I was impressed, maybe Muscle Science at Valley Nights Uni wasn’t the puff course I feared.

*

“So why are you doing this?” Chris asked me, “It’s weird. A bit horny, but weird.”

I raised an eye brow.

“Why am I doing this Steve?” I questioned my naked statue.

“Um, because I want you to.” He began, before turning to face Chris “because I don’t know anyone else who makes me do stuff like this.”

I watched as Chris processed the info.

He was an inch taller than me now days, but still relatively light in build. Both he and his identical twin brother had taken after their mother. James, our youngest son, was a carbon copy of myself at eighteen years.

“So, what do you mean ‘Service’?” Chris asked, returning to our previous discussion.

“Men have needs.” I began, stating it as a matter of fact. “A sub who’s in touch, understands that it’s their role to help.”

“Doing what?”

“Anything from laundry, cleaning the house, through to head jobs, or bending over and taking it up the arse.”

Chris’s eyes widened to dinner plates.

“Holy fuck! you’re serious!”

“Don’t be naïve, of course I’m fucken serious.” I admonished. “You weren’t born yesterday.”

He took breath.

“Is this guy your sub?”

“Manners!” I corrected.

“Sorry,” he backed up, contritely.

“But, to answer your question, no, Steve is not my sub. He’s new to this and learning his way. I just happen to be the first man who has called him out.”

“Have you had a sub before?” he suddenly asked, full of curiosity.

“Of course,” I replied, “mainly when I was at college.”

“Can I ask what for?” he ventured, carefully.

“He kept our dorm room clean, did my tuit reports, and I got head whenever I needed.”

“Head!” he repeated in shock. “He sucked you off?”

I nodded.

“Of course,” I replied evenly. “I told you that’s what subs do.”

“But, you said you were dorm mates with Kevin’s dad.”

“I was,” I confirmed, confused. “Alan and I shared all through college.”

“So Alan used to see you doing this?”

“What! You idiot! Alan got just as much head as I did.”

“Wow!” He was shocked. It was very cute.

We had always tried to raise our three sons where no topics were off limits.

Around the table Jane and I often talked about risky feelings. We wanted to lead by example.

As Chris stood before me now, I decided to put our work to the test.

"So, you're nineteen, single, and at college," he nodded, "so are you getting much sex?"

He paused.

"Not as much as I hoped when I first started last year."

"So, you're horny all the time?"

He nodded, a frown of concentration across his face.

Our open and direct communication was working well, I was proud.

"Ok, how many head jobs have you had?"

"Ever?" he asked.

Sure, I thought, as I shrugged.

"Two. The first from Josh at swimming club, and another from Jessie just before prom night."

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

"Josh sucks cock?"

"Not very well, I wouldn't let him do me more than the once." He paused, “The rest of the team weren’t so picky.

"Do you want head now?"

"Wh....?" he stammered.

"Steve gives head?" he asked, hardly daring to believe what I had stated.

"Sir!" Steve protested, alarmed.

"Shh," I soothed. "here’s the deal."

Steve turned.

“You only give head if you beg to do it.” I offered, confidently. “Does that calm you?”

He nodded.

“Does that calm you?” I asked more firmly.

“Yes Sir, sorry sir.”

*

I turned to Chris.

“Lose your clothes, stand here, I directed.”

He froze.

“Fucken do it,” I instructed, “do you want head or not?”

He scrambled to comply, dumping his skinny jeans and tee to the side.

“You can get on your knees.” I directed Steve, as Chris pulled off his socks and briefs.

Steve knelt, as I guided Chris to stand a foot in front of him. My boy had a perfect eye level view of my son’s junk.

For a moment, the three of us just settled. Almost as if we were catching our breath.

I knelt beside Steve to better talk to him.

“This is as far as it goes.” I said. “You’re new, this sort of service is in your future. It’s not for now.”

“You follow?” I asked.

“Yes Sir, thank you.”

“Small steps.” I assured, my hand on his shoulder.

“What do you think?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“It’s bigger than mine.” He responded.

It was, but I have to say, looking at my son’s now adult meat, wasn’t what I expected. Apparently, he’d taken after Jane’s side in all areas. Flaccid, he rested about four inches. I rested at five and a half, maybe six.

I could tell that even at full throttle, Chris would max out at six. His sparse blond pubes and light body hair covering made him look all the less intimidating.

“It’s really good to look at.” Steve continued, starting to get over himself.

“Keep going.” I encouraged.

“I’ve never been this close to another mans dick. It’s sort of nice,” he said, licking his lips, “like the more I look at it the nicer it is.”

Chris was watching on in complete fascination, his cock firming, noticeably.

“Well, like I said, this is all in your future. You don’t have to touch, looking is enough for today.”

“I can touch it? Steve quizzed.

“Why don’t you ask?”

“Sir, may I touch your dick?” Steve asked, displaying great manners.

“Boy, you can look, smell, and get as close as you want,” Chris replied, “But, it would be amazing if you could feel me with your mouth. You don’t have too, just saying.”

I watched on as Chris’s cock steamed towards full mast.

Steve lent forward and gently took Chris’s knob in his mouth. I carefully intervened and turned his head to the side.

“If you go down the path of servicing this man, you’ll be swallowing his seed.” I warned.

“Yes Sir,” he replied, “I want this.”

I released him and he went straight back too it.

This time he sucked Chris to his five-inch root.

I quietly took out my phone.