The Plumber

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"I've unclogged your pipes".

The words caught me off guard, and when I turned around, he caught me off guard, too. He was only a kid, early twenties at most, wearing a black uniform with a little plunger logo on the chest.

"Right" I nodded, aware that I was only dressed in a tattered dressing gown from the morning rush with the kids, "what's the damage?"

"Condoms" he replied, his tanned cheeks blushing slightly.

"Excuse me?"

"Condoms" he repeated, clearing his throat, "that's what damaged the pipes".

I stared at him for a moment before smiling. "I mean, what's the price?" I explained, and his cheeks burned redder.

"Oh, uh... Shit" he laughed, "I uh... I think it's thirty".

"You think?"

The young man was spiralling out of control, panicking from this very normal conversation, so I decided to put him out of his misery.

"Thirty it is" I said, reaching for my wallet and completely forgetting that the cord on my dressing gown had snapped years ago. It swung open, giving the poor lad the perfect view of my forty year old junk.

"Apologies" I laughed, "it's been mayhem in here this morning".

The young plumber forced a laugh and scratched his head as I handed him the cash. He was very handsome, and he reminded me of the type of plumber who seduces milfs in porn videos. If he was a bit older, I would have been glad that it was me here this morning and not my wife.

"Wait" I said as he turned to leave, "did you say condoms caused the blockage?"

The young man, who I could now see by his uniform tag, was named Ben, nodded.

"Uh huh" he said, "loads of em'"

I regarded him for a moment.

"It's all G, bro" he shrugged, "you'd be surprised how many people flush em', but next time just chuck em' in the bin".

"I'm not sure that it is all G", I told him, "because I haven't used a condom in about twenty years".

Ben gulped, I gulped, but I can't say I was surprised. Things had been going south for quite a while, but I was pissed that she was doing it in the house.

"Fuck" I sighed, sitting on one of the stools.

"Yo, I'm sorry, man" Ben said, "I'm just saying what I seen".

"Saw" I corrected, and the young man cocked a brow. "It's saying what I saw".

"Oh" he shuffled on his feet, "are you a teacher or some shit?"

"Or some shit" I told him, but my mind was elsewhere. Had she done it in the bed? Had she done it recently?

"How many do you reckon?"

Ben winced and scratched his head again. "A hundred, maybe more".

It felt like a punch, and I grimaced as I thought about it. Fuck.

"Could it be the neighbours?" I asked hopefully, but Ben shook his head.

"Afraid not, bro" he sighed, "they were backed up right to the U-bend".

I inhaled deeply and managed a polite smile at the young man.

"It is what it is, I guess" I told him, and he nodded, though he didn't look like he understood me at all.

"Hey" I continued, feeling an air of confidence that I hadn't felt in a long time, "have you got a girlfriend?"

Ben nodded, and lifted up his sleeve to show a hideous tattoo on his forearm of something that resembled a melting woman. "Jenna" he told me, "well, she was my girlfriend" he added with a sigh.

"You have your ex girlfriend tattooed on your arm?"

"She wasn't my ex when I got it done" he explained.

"I would hope not. How long were you two dating?"

The young man shrugged and pondered for a moment.

"A month" he said, "but we've known each other for like a year".

"Ben, can I ask you a serious question?"

He nodded.

"Do I have a nice cock?" I swung open the old gown and waited for the young man to run from the house, but he remained in place and stared at it for a moment.

"I mean" he said, regarding it, "as far as dicks go, it's not bad".

"Not bad?" I gawped, knowing that I was pretty well endowed.

"Yeah" he shrugged again, "old dicks usually look a bit... Dead".

"Old... Dead?"

Ben nodded and I stared down at it.

"Well fuck".

"Don't take it personally, bro" he said, "it's not the worst one I've seen".

"Have you seen a lot of them?"

Ben mindlessly leaned over and grabbed a fake apple from the bowl on the table. I opened my mouth to tell him, but he bit into it before I had the chance. I waited for him to spit it out, but the young man simply cocked a brow and chewed.

"That's a –"

"I'm bisexual" he told me, continuing to chew, "so yeah, I've seen a few". He took another bite.

"You're bisexual?" I asked, "and that's made of foam by the way".

The young man stared at the apple and put it back. I suppressed a grin.

"Yeah" he continued, and actually swallowed the remnants that were in his mouth.

My cock remained out, and just as I considered covering it up, I had a different idea instead.

"If I gave you some cash, would you sleep with me?"

Ben looked around for a moment and shook his head. I'd always been a confident guy, and before I met my wife, that confidence used to be enough, but apparently I was past my sell by date.

"Oh" I nodded, "that's fine, I was just... I mean... Yeah, that's cool".

"You don't need to pay me" he said, "I'll fuck you for free".

"Oh, no... No, no, I um... I would need to be the one doing the... Doing you" I half laughed, "I wouldn't like anything going in".

Ben lifted his arms.

"Sorry bro" he said, "I'm a top".

"A top" I repeated, "I see".

A silence fell for a moment as I considered my options. I guess the only reason for this was some sort of revenge. How could she do this here? The more I thought about it, the more bitter I became.

"You know what, Ben?" I eventually said, "let's do it".

The guy looked mildly perplexed, but he followed me up the stairs regardless, and a moment later we stood in the bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind" I told him, "but I'm not really looking for anything romantic".

Ben grinned at me and pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a very impressive physique. He wasted no time in pulling down his pants, and a moment later, he stood in only his boxer shorts.

"Well get on the bed then" he said, and I nodded.

This was insane. I could have quite easily found a woman in a bar the old fashioned way, but something about Ben had intrigued me. I dropped the gown onto the floor and stood before him naked.

"Do you have lube?" He asked me, and I nodded and fished it from my wife's locker.

Ben pulled his underwear down and a long, thick cock bounced out. He was hairless, which made the thing look even larger, and I watched as he began to slide his hand up and down it.

"That's pretty big" I told him, and strangely, I felt my own cock begin to swell.

"Seven inches" he said, as it hardened in his hand and the bulbous helmet swelled, "lube your ass".

It felt quite strange to be taking orders from a man who was young enough to be my son, and it felt stranger again as I squirted lube onto my hand and splashed it against my hairy hole. I'd be lying if I said nothing had ever gone into it in my forty years on the planet, but it had been a very long time, and it certainly wasn't a cock.

When my hole was sufficiently soaked in lube, I lay on my back and stared up at the handsome plumber. He was still jerking his cock as I pulled my legs back and presented my opening to him.

"Go slow" I told him, "I'd like to be able to walk after this".

Ben smirked and positioned himself between my legs. "I can't make any promises" he said, and I felt his pole press against me.

The lube certainly helped, but as my ring opened around his helmet, I gasped. It was more uncomfortable than I had expected, and I wondered if this was what my wife had to go through every time we fucked. It obviously didn't bother he too much however, considering she'd done it over one hundred times with some random asshole.

Speaking of an asshole, mine was now stretched wide around Ben's cock, and there seemed to be more left to go.

"Fuck" I winced, as he rubbed against my prostate, "that feels good".

The young man began to thrust, slowly at first but increasing in speed by the minute. Every stroke sent a rush of pleasure through my cock, and I grasped it as it happened.

It felt so wrong to be doing this, especially here and especially with a man. What would my wife think?

Another burst of pleasure rocked me as Ben fucked. God he was fucking hot. His muscular body glistened as he pumped me, and when the pain finally dwindled, I began to really feel the intensity of the whole thing.

He sped up again, hammering away at me as I jerked my solid cock and felt the orgasm build deep in my balls. Ben was grunting now, holding onto my thighs and slamming himself deep into my bowels.

It continued for nearly ten minutes, both of us were panting and every time he hit my prostate, my body shook with arousal. Finally, the plumber gasped, moaned and slowed down as he fucked his thick seed into my used hole.

The feeling of it sliding around inside me as his prick teased my prostate made me whimper, and a moment later, my own cum gushed from my hard cock and sprayed across my hairy chest and stomach.

Ben continued thrusting until his pole softened inside me, and when it slipped out, it took a trail of sperm with it, and I felt it spill down my ass and onto the sheets below.

"I better get going" he said breathlessly, pulling up his pants, "but let me know if you need your pipes unblocked again" he added with a wink, and I lay there in ecstasy as the young plumber left the house.

"Holy fucking shit" I gasped, exhausted from the wild ride.

By the time Angela returned home from work, I'd gotten rid of most of the load from my swollen hole, and was sitting gingerly on the sofa. I considered confronting her about the whole thing, but what was the point? If she was going to continue fucking some stranger, then what was stopping me from bringing Ben back over whenever I felt like it? It sounded like a good plan to me.

"I see the plumber fixed the pipes" she said as she came inside with a glass of wine and sat down next to me.

"Uh huh".

"If that happens again" she said, sipping, "it's coming out of Connor's allowance".

I looked down at her.

"Why would Connor pay for it?" I asked, mildly furious that she was blaming the blockage on our nineteen year old son.

"Oh come on" she laughed, "he's been spending an unusual amount of time up there with Sarah lately".

My face drained of colour.

"Are you alright, honey?" My wife asked, "you look like you've seen a ghost", and all I could do was nod.