Having been raised in the city, I made up my mind to get out of the 'rat race'.

Using part of my inheritance from my parents death, I bought and paid cash for a nice Victorian home on ten acres. Only about an acre or slightly more had been cleared for the house and yard. The rest had been left wooded and overgrown with shrubs. Access from the highway was by a one lane drive that wound through the shrubs. The house couldn't be seen from the highway.

The house was in excellent shape with the exception of the plumbing. Upon inspection, I found that it all needed to be completely replaced. I called Davis Plumbing, a plumber recommended to me by a co-worker.

I took the motor home that had belonged to my parents and set it op next to the house and called the plumber. An hour later, a heavyset man in his mid fifties showed up and identified himself as John Davis, the owner of the plumbing company.

After a through inspection, he too said all the plumbing needed to be replaced. He gave me an estimate and I asked him how soon he could get started and was informed he could have a crew out the next morning.

After sleeping nude, as I always did, I slipped on only a pair of shorts and after the coffee was ready, I sat outside enjoying a cup. I had taken a month off from work leaving my assistant in charge. I had also inherited a large hardware store from my parents.

At just before eight, I heard vehicles arriving, first a big white pickup then larger utility trucks.

After stopping, one of the hottest, best built, handsome man I'd ever seen stepped out of the white pickup. He wore a snug red tank top that accentuated his muscular chest and revealed a medium dusting of light brown hair on his upper chest. His jeans were also snug and revealing. I felt my own crotch begin to stir.

Walking up to me he asked, "Would you happen to be Mark Sims?"

"Yes, that's right," I said.

"I'm Greg Davis. I believe you spoke with my dad yesterday about replacing your plumbing."

"Oh, yes. I was expecting to see him."

"Dad just makes the estimates now and works in the office. He leaves the real work to the underlings, like me."

I had to laugh and he joined in.

"Well, after your dad left, I looked things over ad also want to make some minor changes in the kitchen and bathroom."

"Show me what you had in mind," he said.

I showed him the kitchen and what I had in mind about the sink. He said it would be no problem.

Then I showed him the bath.

"Well, we will basically have to gut the bath and start over since you're wanting a double sink and walk in shower. I know just the man to do the work, however his charge will be above what my dad estimated."

"That's not a problem at all," I said.

"I'll give him a call and see when he can come out. In the meantime, I'll have my crew start removing all the old plumbing."

He put his men to work and they began pulling out all the old pipe from under the house.

At about three that afternoon, Drew, the contractor showed up. He was hot also but not as hot as Greg. We explained what I wanted and he said it would be an easy job and since he had just finished another job he could get started the following Monday.

By five, all the plumbing from under the house had been removed. All that was left was the plumbing inside the house, which Greg said he'd do personally the next day.

His crew loaded up and left and I invited him to stay and have a beer. I was glad when he smiled and said he'd love a beer.

As we talked, I found that he was twenty-eight, single and wasn't seeing anyone. I said with the exception of the age, with me being twenty-nine, we were alike.

We finished our beer and as we got up, I stumbled over a rock and my hand brushed his cock. I apologized and he just smiled and said, "No problem."

As he got into his truck, he smiled and said, "See you in the morning."

Smiling back, I said, "I'll have coffee ready."

"Great," he replied before pulling out.

I went back to the motor home and wondered if he he suspected I was gay. I was hoping like everything that he might be open to being serviced by a guy, that guy being me.

The next morning, as I sat drinking coffee, he pulled in. This time, all alone.

As he got out of his truck he asked, "Coffee ready?"

"Everything's on the counter. Help yourself," I told him.

He passed me and went into the motor home. He seemed to stay longer than expected and when he came out he said, "I hope you don't mind but I was looking at your place. It's damn nice."

"My parents loved it. I've only had it out myself once but it was nice."

He sat down and as he did, I said, "Looks like it's going o e a hot one today."

"It already is," he answered. "You mind if I go ahead and get rid of this shirt now. Might be able to get two days out of it if I do," he said with a smile.

"Hey, feel free to remove anything you want. What ever makes you comfortable."

He looked at me and smiled. "We'll see," he added.

He sat down his coffee and removed his tee shirt, tossing it over the back of his chair. I got to see his beautiful muscular hairy chest as he run one hand over it casually. I had to wonder if he was taunting me.

He went first to the bathroom and removed the piping and sink, as well at the toilet. Just before noon, I told him I had sandwiches ready for lunch.

"Give me ten minutes to finish the bath then I'll be there," he said. "I've never had a customer furnish lunch before."

"Now you have and maybe even dinner sometime."

I went back out to where the portable table was and waited. A few minutes later he came out and used a hose to wash up. We ate lunch and afterward he said, "I think I might change into some shorts if you don't mind."

"No, not at all," I replied thinking he's go into the motor home to change.

To my surprise, he went to his truck and pulled out a air of shorts and as he leaned against it he removed his boots. In full view of me, he removed his jeans. He was commando and very casually, emptied his jeans pockets out onto the hood of his truck before folding them and tossing them into the truck through the window. He picked up his shorts and put them on just as casually then put his things into the pockets of the shorts.

When he was done, he looked over and acted as if he just realized I was watching him.

"Sorry about that. I'm not the least bit shy or bashful and I forget that some people might be offended by things I do."

"Hey, no problem at all. I lived in a dorm for four years and go to the gym regularly, so seeing another guy nude is no big deal to me. I have to admit I go commando myself. I also enjoy nudity and bought this place mainly for that reason. It's nice and private here."

He looked at me, surprised that I had been so honest with him.

"If I shocked you, I apologize, but I feel comfortable with you and felt i could be honest."

"You can. You're the best customer I've ever dealt with. You seem to be up front and genuinely caring. I like that in a person. We'd all be better off if everyone was just themselves instead of trying to be something their not. I'm cool with everything about you."

He grabbed his tools and went in to begin work removing the plumbing under the kitchen sink. After a couple of minutes, I went in also.

Greg was on his back with the upper half of his body under the sink and his legs out on the floor. I squatted down next to him and we began talking.

"So, I didn't offend you with my honesty?" I asked.

"Hell no. Everyone should be that honest. To be truthful, I'll envy you being out here au natural."

"Feel free to visit any time and join me if you want to."

"Who knows. I just might surprise you one afternoon."

As we continued talking, I had let my arm rest on one knee and my hand hang down. My fingertips were nearly touching his bare upper thigh. Ever so gently, I began to let the tips of my fingers rub his bare skin and ever so gradually moved them closer to the leg of his shorts.

As I did this he calmly continued to work, however I could see the outline of his cock as it gradually stiffened and lengthened. Seconds later, I saw the beautiful large head peek out the edge of his shorts. My mouth went dry for a second as my heart raced. I decided to make my move.




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