The Plumber

It took me a few days to recover from the boiler service, a few days spent wanking over the memory of the look in the plumber's eyes as he bottomed out in me. I must have wanked three times a day those first few days. By the end of the week I’m dreaming of that thick uncut cock. Waking up hard and checking my profile in case he’s messaged again. 

The following Monday I decide that I need to be brave and message him. I log in and see he’s online. I’m instantly hard, my dick twitching at the thought of getting to see him again. I fire off a “Hey, how are you?” message. I’m playing with myself and anticipating his response. Nothing comes so I switch tabs and start watching some porn, I’m watching hot silver daddies fucking twinks as I imagine the plumber standing over me, my head rubbing into his bulge. I’m getting close and decide to slow down and check my messages. 

As I close the tab I notice a message waiting. It’s from him. “Horny. Need to schedule a maintenance call.” I quickly message back that I could host in a couple of hours if he was up for it. I get a reply pretty quickly. It’s a picture of his massive cock, stretching the fabric of a pair of light blue Box briefs. The message read “are you going to do as you’re told to earn this?”. My heart was pounding, I knew that I would, that’s I’d do whatever he told me. I would beg to worship it. Wanking my cock with one hand  I typed back with the other. “Yes Sir, anything”. I didn’t get a reply. 

In the following hour I’d jumped in the shower, closed my blinds and thrown on a jock, trackies and t-shirt. I could feel the waistband of the jock showing above the waist of the tracksuit bottoms. When I heard the front door open I jumped up, my cock instantly swelling up in the jock. As I moved towards the door the plumber pushed it open. He blocked the doorway, the light behind him silhouetting his frame. I stopped in my tracks. I was so horny, but nervous too. He was so imposing and so sexual it was like an electricity in the air. “knees!” He commanded me. I gulped, I looked down, and stammered out a “y-y-yes Sir” as I dropped to my knees. 

I was totally focussed on his bulge as he walked toward me. Like a rabbit in a headlight I couldn’t look away. I jumped a little bit as his hand touched my face. He lifted my chin until my eyes met his. “It’s Daddy. Not Sir. You got that lad?” I nodded agreement, my mouth dry. “Then say it” he commanded. “Yes Daddy” I replied. He stepped forwards and my face was inches from his bulge, he put his hand to the back of my head and guided my face to his bulge. I could see he was already hard, the fabric straining to contain it all. He rubbed my nose into it. I opened my mouth, kissing and licking the fabric of his jeans. “Good boy, work for that cock, you’ll get it if you work hard enough boy”. 

My hands on his thighs, his hard, jean covered bulge pushing up against my face. I could feel the desperation growing in me, the need to beg and plead for it. Just as I was about to start he stepped back half a step. His hands went to his belt. “You want this, boy? You want to taste Daddy’s cock again? You need it don’t you?” I nodded and looked up. My eyes met his as my mouth still worked at his bulge. “Please Daddy, please give it to me. Please Daddy, I’ll do anything you want!” I breathed into his warm bulge. The desperation and humiliation of begging making my cock strain against the jock in was wearing. 

Daddy steps forwards his hand outstretched towards my face, his thumb extended. He pushes it into my mouth. His strong fingers holding my jaw and he fucks my mouth with his thumb. “Show me what you want to do to daddy’s dick. She me how much you want it boy.” I’m desperately working his thumb right away, it’s like it was all I ever wanted all along, just to please him by sucking his thumb. My tongue is working it, swirling and licking and I’m taking it as deep as I can. He pulls his hand back , leaving his thumb against my teeth, his hand still on my jaw, holding it open. He’s looking over me. And as my eyes meet his he opens his mouth, a gog of warm spit falling from it and landing in my mouth. 

He pushes past me, almost knocking me down and sits on the sofa. Before he sits back he leans forward and pulls his T-shirt over his head, “come here, boy” he says as he leans back undoing his belt buckle. He pulls the belt out of the loops in one fluid motion. I swallow out of excitement or fear. Probably both. He calls me over like a dog and and commands me to strip for him. I’m so desperate to please I don’t hesitate, I don’t perform, I just throw off my T-shirt and pull down my trackies. “Whoa, whoa, whoa” he says. I stop, my hands at the waist band of the jock. “You can leave that on, you don’t need to touch your boy cock anyway. Daddy will give you all the cock you need”. 

I kneel down again in front of him. My eyes drawn to the bulge in his jeans. He’s obviously straining. He can see me staring and chuckles to himself. “Come and kiss it boy, sniff it, show me you want it. I don’t need telling twice and within seconds my face is pressed into his jeans, my mouth open, my tongue against the fabric. I’m breathing deeply, trying to take in his scent. Manly but clean, masculine and hot smelling. It’s almost like poppers to me, my head is spinning with the smell of him. 

He slides his hand down to my face again. Hooking his thumb into my mouth once more. He pulls my face upwards looking into my eyes. “Do you want to please me boy?” Thinking of his amazing cock I nod. “Yes Sir!” It’s earnest, right now all I want to do is please him. 

“Will you show me how much you want to please me boy?” I nod again. 

“Will you do anything I tell you boy?” Again I nod, no falsehood, no pretence, I'm ready and willing. 

“You’re going to be my boy, anything I say goes, you’ll do anything, serve anyone and do as your told, right boy?!” This time I take a second, “serve anyone?”, “do anything?” I think, what have I agreed to here? But before I can think it through and back out. I nod again, and mumble the words “Yes Daddy!” Around his thumb. 

He lies back again, his hand guides me to his bulge where I resume service. From the corner of my eye I see him unlock his phone. He lifts my head, takes a single picture of me, tongue out worshiping his hard cock through his jeans and I hear him send it. Oh fuck! I think to myself, what have I done?! And my cock has never been harder! 

He puts his phone down and lifts my face from his bulge, looking down at me he says ‘open up’ and I do. He spits right into my mouth. I swallow and follow up with a “thank you Daddy”. His hands moved towards me but just to open the bottom fly of his jeans. He lifts his hips and pulls his jeans down just enough to expose he white Armani briefs. His hard cock straining the fabric. I’m instantly hypnotised by it. My eyes are drawn to the veins I can see through the fabric. I take a deep breath and bury my face in it. I’m snuffling and licking and worshiping his perfect cock. It’s straining against the white fabric and as my tongue wets it, the fabric gets more see through.  

I can’t take it anymore I need that dick in my mouth. I start nuzzling at the tip of his cock where it’s pushing the waistband away from his stomach. Trying to “accidentally” release it. He chuckles, lifts his hips again and let’s me pull them down. His perfect cock springs out and slaps against his treasure trail. As soon as it does I take the head in my mouth. The salty taste of fresh man sweat with a hint of precum fills my mouth. It takes over my mind and I’m totally focused on his cock, locking up and down his shaft, taking it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I can hear him moaning as I work so hard to please him. With his thick cock head in my mouth I look up and make eye contact with him. His hands reach down and rest on the back of my head and he firmly pushes me down. I can feel it at the back of my throat, pushing at me, and I relax opening my throat to him. I’m fighting my gag reflex, it’s so thick and hard, just as I start heaving he lets me up. His dick sliding from my throat with a string of thick saliva. He grabs the base of his shaft, slapping his cock against my face with a wet noise. “Good boy!” He says. And just as I’m about to get back on it there’s a knock at the front door.