Sub encounter: Plumber

I let the tension release, wash through his system. After a minute or two, it had mostly dissolved. Returning my hand to his shoulder, I squeezed, gaining his attention. He looked up.

"Steve, I think that's enough 'me' time for you," I said, calmly. "You know your place, you've got work to do. Best you get on with it."

I watched as his back straightened, and his gaze shifted to focus. He nodded just a whisker, enough to let me know he’d gotten the message. He reached up and lowered my fly.  I took over, as he stayed in place and reached for Carl's work gear clad bulge.

When he had both cocks exposed, he went to work. Skilled in execution, he sucked on a third of mine, before switching to half of Carl's 4.5 inches. He swapped back and forth, spending a little longer on each length. He progressed towards deep-throating each of us. 

Carl, experiencing nothing like he planned for his 'book-work' night, was clearly having a 'special' moment. I knew he was married, with three kids under seven. I assumed that meant only getting-off with his fist. A deep throat head job must have felt like having a small lottery win, unexpected, and delightful.

As the sex continued, I noticed Steve was consciously 'working the room', so to speak. He had reached up and fully lowered Carl's work shorts and boxers, to his ankles. With a little prompting Carl stepped out of his gear, stepping back into his boots, as he raised and lowered each foot.

He left me with just my cock protruding from my fly. 

The boy did his usual great job. He brought each of us along, then left us to retreat a little, while he worked the other. Despite me having fucked him more than a dozen times, he still made me horny as fuck.

*

I pulled out of his throat, took him by the ear, and raised him to stand. As he came up, he took Carl's work polo with him. almost without noticing it, Carl was now naked, and rock hard horny.

I pushed Steve to bend over the desk, he took his time to get himself arranged and accessible. Carl's eyes had widened to saucers. Holy hell! He was actually going to get arse!

I coated myself with lube from my pocket, before leaving the tube on the desk edge. 

With calm and care, I made my entry into the silky sweet arse before me. It was all the hotter for having a co-pilot. I pressed in, desperate to release. I fucked the boy, using his hole, satisfying my need to be in him. I pulled out and gestured for Carl to take a turn. He did, initially with less grace than myself. I guessed it had been forever, since he'd had anal. I smiled at his look of pure joy; it encompassed his whole being. We swapped back and forth, until I filled his back passage with my seed. Fuck that was excellent! 

Carl took a little longer. I couldn't work out if he was skilled, or lucky. When he did blow, he came with deep guttural groans. I think he unloaded a bucket. While he was finishing, I detected the clatter of a diesel motor pulling up outside. Carl hadn't noticed, but I expected we were about to be joined by another plumber. 

"Clean up," I directed Steve, as he stood from being used. He dropped to his knees, sucking me deeply. As usual, he knew my cock was super sensitive, he took care not to fuck me up. Me done, he turned to Carl and inhaled his meat. At that point, the foreseen plumber arrived.

I watched as shock, realisation, then joy spread across his face. 

"Fuck Stevo, i didn’t know you were into cock!" Steve pulled off, turning to his workmate.

"I am sir, may I service you?" The newcomer was shocked. Carl pulled the boy back to his task.

"Craig," Carl scolded, "don't distract him." Craig looked abashed. 

"If you want head, go and wash up." Carl nodded to what I assumed were the washrooms. "Take your time, do it properly." When 'Craig' arrived back, he had done a good job. His previously grubby arms, hands and face were spotless, and dry.

"Good job," praised Carl, who was still naked, basking in his post cum mindset.

Initially, the new guy had no idea what was next. Steve flagged him over, immediately working to free the guy from his shorts. Within a minute, there were three naked plumbers in my clothed presence. I smiled inwardly. It was like a scene from a B-rated porno.

Steve sucked the new guy down as his sole focus of attention. 

While he was being sucked off, I took in his boy next door looks, and fat free build. I guessed he and Steve were close to the same age. Whatever age he was, he was horny, and before long, on the edge of unloading. Steve pulled off, generating a desperate cry.

"Oh, fuck man, fuck, keep going, I’m so fucken close, please man.” Steve just smiled, letting the poor guy hang. Twice, he pushed Craig's hand away from trying to finish himself. I almost laughed out loud. When my boy finally returned to the meat before him, Craig was almost beyond himself. Forty seconds later he blew, Steve remained vacuumed in place. I actually thought Craig might faint.

When he had recovered. He looked down to his still kneeling sucker.

"Thanks man, thanks. That was the best fucken head I've ever had!" I was proud of the guy’s respect, even though I didn’t know him.

"No problem sir," Steve replied. Craig paused, in thought.

"Um, I think the sir thing is going to take a while," he said, showing some insight. "Are you still Stevo?"

"For the time," answered Carl, pleasingly fielding the question, "and this stays in team!"

"Yes sir," Craig answered, with a wide smile. "I don't care what the rules are, I'm playing by all of them, for head like that again." He laughed at himself, still high from unloading.

 *

On the trip home, Steve drove.

"Permission to speak sir?" he asked, a minute into the journey.

"Speak freely boy."

"Thank you for doing that, sir,"

"What was your pivotal moment?" I asked, checking if he’d mentally made a leap.

"When you told me to get on with my job. Sorry I didn't realise before then." He replied.

"No problem, but you're done with your emotional shit!” I suggested. “You need to be on your knees, or bent over. Every fucken day!"

"Yes sir, I know it," he answered, as if frustrated with himself.

"Tomorrow’s work drinks, will be a good milestone for you." I said. "Time for you to be servicing your team regularly."

"I’m keen, sir." At last, he was finally owning what he was. 

*

Around one the next day, Carl called me.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey back," he answered. "Just wanted to say thanks for bringing Stevo over. If he'd tried to handle that himself, he'd have fucked it up. At his base, he’s pretty fucken dumb!"

"No problem, I got off too. That made it win-win!'' I laughed as he joined me.

"If you wanted to come for Friday drinks, you'd be welcome," he offered. "It's going to be fun, and eye opening at the same time."

"You don’t normally have strangers, at team drinks though?" I asked.

"Nah, but we haven't fucked one of our team members either," he countered. 

"I didn’t notice, do you have a camera network?"

"Yeah, hi-def, full color, with sound!" he bragged.

"Well, I’ll pass on distorting the team by being there, I'll just log in and watch how he goes."

"Ok," he said carefully, "if, you're sure. But, we'll just keep it between you and me."

"Agreed,"

"Ok, I'll send you the link and password, keep it safe." he asked

"We usually kick off around 4,30."

We were locked in.

*

Later that afternoon, as I walked back from the station, I saw a car parked out front of the house. I realised it had been there for a few weeks. I wasn't sure if it was there off and on, or just constantly parked. I ignored the mystery, went inside, and logged on to Carl's in-factory camera network.

The video quality was excellent. The three cameras which overlooked the central gathering area, gave a great perspective. 

It looked like the team were settling in, taking seats on crates, boxes and even the odd chair. To the left, a latecomer was arriving with a young guy tagging behind. They headed for the beer fridge, then joined the rough circle the team had formed. 

I found Steve, he was shuffling back and forth on the spot. It was cute that he was nervous. I wondered if anything was planned.

"Hey you bums, listen up," called Carl, as he stepped forward. Steve was next to him, but still back in the circle ring. The group gravitated to quiet.

"Four of us already know," he continued, "but, so the rest of you don't miss anything. Turns out that Stevo here," he gestured to his left, "loves cock."

The group remained hushed, but sideward glances were obvious.

"This doesn’t change how he is on crew." Pushed Carl, tone, leaving no doubt of what he expected.

Everyone took a breath. 

"And, as we always look out for team," he continued, "we've bought these."

He held up a pair of items, I didn’t recognise. 

"Knee pads, for the team’s official cock sucker," he grinned, broadly.

He handed the unwrapped gift across. The group laughed, as Steve took the present with his own small grin.

He then bent over and strapped on the pads. 

When he was done, he stood maintaining eye contact with his boss.

Carl reached up, took him by the hair, and lowered the sub to his knees.

Half the team went into shock! 

Steve released Carl's rock hard four-and-a-half incher, and went to work.

*

Watching from home, I was rock solid. It was an incredibly hot scene.

I jacked off twice!

When Carl blew, he held Steve in place, unloading deep within his mouth.

When he pulled out, he lent back against a nearby crate, doing his best to regroup.

He stepped out of his shorts, electing to stay naked from the waist.

Steve stood, wiping his mouth.

Craig from last night, immediately seized the gap. He took the team’s cock sucker by the hair and pressed him down to resume his rightful position.

One by one, the routine repeated.

Carl, it seemed, had set the standard. The crew simply followed. 

Interestingly, after each of the guys had emptied their balls, half stayed short-less.

The other half redressed.

Without exception, all resumed their beers.

About three quarters of the way through, Justin, or who I assumed to be Justin, was pushed forward for his turn.

Clearly a little reluctant, he eventually stepped up, took Steve by the hair and received his head.

Around the halfway mark, Steve motioned for the boy to step out of his pants, the young guy, in full brain fade horn mode, complied instantly. 

When Steve had resumed at full pace, one of the tradesmen stepped up, and pulled the guy's polo over his head, Justin found himself naked, but utterly focused on a desperate need to release his load. When he blew, it was as if all his Christmases, had come at once.

He spent the rest of the night completely naked, the guys refusing to return his kit.