The Plumber - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

“My dad won’t be home until tonight” Elliot said, with a strange look on his face. I watched him for a moment, waiting for him to explain his reason for telling me that, but he continued to hold eye contact until I shrugged.

“And?” I said.

The young man shrugged back. I’d hardly taken any notice of him since I’d arrived, but now that I was looking directly at him, I couldn’t help but notice that he had very soft features, and a slender, smooth body.

“Maybe you could uh… I don’t know, maybe you could hang around for a while?”.

He looked uncomfortable as he spoke. His eyes lowered and his cheeks began to blush, and it was only then that I began to realise what the guy was suggesting.

“I’m finished” I said, feigning ignorance, “job’s done, kid”.

“Right, but uh… Well, um… Are you married?”

I held up my hand and he stared at my wedding ring. It was difficult to tell whether he was relieved or disappointed, but he gave a stiff nod.

“I better get going” I told him again, until his head snapped up and our eyes connected once more.

“Please” he said, urgently. “I… I uh… I’ll do whatever you want”.

My mind began to race as Elliot looked up at me with his deep brown eyes. He was a cute guy, there was no denying that, but it was an absurd thought. If he was asking me what I thought he was asking me, then the answer was almost certainly ‘no’.

“I’m not sure what this is all about” I half laughed, “but if you’re suggesting what it sounds like, it’s not gonna’ happen”.

“Why not?” He asked, rather brazenly.

“Why not?” I scoffed, “because I’m married to a woman, that’s why not”.

Elliot seemed no less interested. He placed one bare foot in front of the other, and slowly moved toward me, and even though I wanted to turn and walk away, something kept me in place.

“She’ll never know” he said, in barely more than a whisper.

“This is ridiculous” I replied, when Elliot was just inches away. “You’re eighteen years old, I’m nearly old enough to be your dad!”

“I know” he said, looking up at me, “that’s why I want you”.

My head began to spin as I stared back at him. The warm, sweet scent of his teenage body began to drift up to me, and for a split second, I pictured myself ripping off his clothes and using him like a cheap slut.

“Stop” I said instead, and placed my hand against his chest. “You need to find somebody your own age”.

He was warm to the touch. The t-shirt he was wearing was light enough that I could feel him underneath it, and despite the fact that I had never once looked at a man and been aroused before, there was something different about Elliot.

“I like it rough” he whispered, and I clenched my jaw and tried to divert the blood flow from my cock. “Really rough. Does your wife?”

“Don’t” I said, sternly, but the kid ignored me.

“Oh, come on” he smiled, biting down on his plump bottom lip. “I bet you’re like a wild animal in bed, right? But she’s boring. She won’t do the things that you want to do, will she, Mike?”

I swallowed hard. The kid was reading me like a book, and now it was my face that was growing more and more red by the second. “You need to drop it” I said, but my words were unconvincing, even to me.

“Whatever you say, Mike” he smiled, and slowly edged his shorts down his smooth legs to reveal a pair of crisp white briefs. I turned my head, though it felt like I was being hypnotised by him.

“You can look” he said, “I’m not shy”.

“No shit” I mumbled, but allowed myself to study his half naked body, as my cock began to respond. “I’m not gay, Elliot” I explained, “this… This can’t happen, I’m sorry”.

“Oh, come on, Daddy” he grinned, as he slowly lifted his t-shirt, exposing a smooth, slim torso, “nobody will ever know”.

I gulped as he stood there in just his underwear. He was naturally smooth, naturally slim, and naturally perfect.

“I’ll know” I said, but I was hardly even thinking about what I was saying anymore. “And don’t uh… Don’t call me that”.

“Call you what, Daddy?” He asked, with a devious smirk on his face.

“That… That”.

“What, Daddy?”

“That!” I snapped, “Daddy”.

“Why not, Daddy?” He continued, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, slowly gliding them down his hips until his hairless crotch began to show.

“Elliot” I managed, but my words faded in my mouth as the eighteen year old removed the last of his clothing, and stood before me completely naked.

“I’m all yours, Daddy” he whispered.

It didn’t even feel real. Just a few minutes ago, I was fixing the little shit’s toilet. Now, he was flirting with me, but it had gone far beyond flirting. I thought about my wife. My family. How would they react if they ever found out about this? I was married for Christ’s sake! Yet, the sight in front of me was so undeniably arousing, that I almost didn’t care about the consequences.

Elliot reached for my belt, and although my hands moved to stop him, as soon as my fingertips brushed against the soft skin of his wrists, I felt a warm rush of pleasure through my body.

“Fuck” I gasped, as he began to undo my belt. “This… This is… You can’t do this” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure whether I was speaking to myself or to him.

“Sure I can” he grinned, and popped open the belt before fingering the button of my work pants.

I looked down. I couldn’t even remember the last time Sarah was this enthused about sex. It almost felt like a chore for her since Daniel was born, and although I had been as understanding as I could, the last few months had been increasingly difficult. Elliot, however, seemed hungry for it.

He tugged my pants down my thick, hairy legs. The air in the room was warm, and brushed against them as he got to his knees in front of me, and looked up with those delicious brown eyes.

I felt too guilty to look back down at him, but my cock told a different story. I could feel it straining in my underwear, and the longer Elliot’s soft hands caressed the inside of my thighs, the harder it became.

“I knew you’d be big, Daddy” he said, moving closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, until I felt his fingers sliding into my waistband and slowly lowering my boxer shorts.

I knew I had just seconds left before I was locked into this strange, taboo situation, and although I wanted to call a stop to it, I couldn’t. My underwear came away to reveal a thick bush of black pubic hair, and a half hard cock that flopped out and almost hit the lad in the face. We both gasped together.

It became harder with each passing second. My thick, uncircumcised cock began to stretch, causing the loose foreskin to slide back and reveal my large, purple helmet. Much to my surprise, it was already slick with pre-cum that drooled from my slit and splashed against Elliot’s thigh.

My cock was slightly under eight inches, and bulging with a river of thick veins. Sarah had always struggled with it, but so had every other woman I’d fucked over the years. Elliot, however, didn’t look at my cock in fear, he stared at it with excitement in his eyes as he reached up and closed his hand around it.

“It’s so big” he whispered, sliding his hand back and forth, and without another word, the teenager leaned forward and sucked the tip into his warm, wet mouth.

My eyes rolled back as his tongue began to slide around my smooth cock head. It was difficult to remember the last time I’d been blown, but even then, it had been nothing like this. Elliot wanted it. In fact, if I had have known no better, it almost looked like the lad needed it. His own cock, which was far smaller, smoother and more petite than mine, was already nail-hard, and sticking up between his thighs as beads of clear fluid rolled down the soft underside.

He took a few inches at a time. His lips slowly stretched as he plunged deeper, and I watched in astonishment, as he swallowed down six… Seven… Eight inches of cock, and kept it buried in his throat as his face disappeared into my pubes.

“Oh fuck” I groaned, grasping the back of his head and taking a fistful of his messy hair. I held him in place, but it wasn’t like he needed any motivation. Elliot stayed exactly where he was as his tight throat muscles began to coax pre-fuck out of me, and moments later, my legs began to buckle.

I tried to hold off. I’d never been a particularly quick cummer, but there was something insanely arousing about the sight of this young man on his knees, taking every inch of my cock without a single complaint.

He bobbed back and forth for a moment, before slowly pulling off my wet, throbbing cock and wiping his mouth on the back of his arm. He looked up at me, a sly grin on his face as he continued jerking my tool.

“Do you want to cum in me, Daddy?”

“Yes” I growled, grabbing his head again, “suck it, Elliot. Fucking suck it!”

I dragged him back onto my aching cock, and moaned out when his mouth welcomed me back inside. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I didn’t care about anything outside of that bedroom. All I wanted was to blow a load down his tight fucking throat, so I grabbed both sides of his head firmly, and thrashed my hips back and forth as he choked.

“Yeah, you fucking gag on that shit, bitch!” I snarled, shocking myself as his face became drenched in spit and sweat, “choke you little fucking slut!”

The noises that poured from his throat were guttural. He sounded like an animal, but that only made me more wild. I rammed every inch of myself into him, feeling my heavy, hairy balls press against his wet chin, and stared down at his bloodshot eyes as he spluttered and retched.

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” I hissed, watching as he struggled. “Fuckin’ swallow it!”

My balls began to churn as my cock expanded inside him. It was a tight fit, indeed, but seconds later, I felt the beautiful release of dumping my thick, warm sperm directly into his stomach, and Elliot did nothing but gulp.

It took only a moment before the realisation hit me, and I stumbled backwards, almost tripping over my pants. He heaved in a huge breath before coughing and choking, and just as I opened my mouth to profusely apologise, he looked up at me with an expression of sheer delight.

“That was fucking amazing” he gasped, before looking down at his cock, which was now drenched in his own seed. My eyes widened as he got to his feet and wiped himself down with his own underwear.

“Can I ask you something, Mike?”

Still in a state of shock, I almost wasn’t listening to him, but mindlessly, as I began to pull back up my pants, I nodded.

“What’s the most common problem you find with toilets, when you go out to fix them?”

“What?” I asked, still confused as I fumbled with my belt.

“When you go out to fix toilets, what’s the most common problem?”.

“I uh… I don’t know” I told him, wiping sweat from my brow, “flushed wipes, probably”.

Still naked, Elliot pulled open one of his drawers and smiled to himself. “Great” he nodded as I picked up my toolbox, “I guess I’ll see you again soon, then” he grinned, and pulled out a pack of wipes.