I think this could be the start of a porn movie. Ha!:
I walked into the kitchen, and there was a puddle of water under the damned sink. I opened the door, and I had a pipe leaking. I thought, “Damn it, Curt! This is the worst time of the month to have to spend money on a plumber.” I shook my head. “Well, there’s nothing I can do but call a plumber.” I quickly put a pot under the sink to catch the water, and called a plumber.
I muttered a few curses, and then thought, “Bitching about it ain’t gonna help. Go turn the water off, and clean up the mess.”
I had just finished mopping up the floor when I heard the plumber’s truck in front of the house. I peeked out of the window, and my built-in attraction meter sprang to life when I saw the plumber. He was handsome as hell. My gut reaction was, “I didn’t know plumbers came in this variety. He looks good enough to eat!”
He was everything I look for in a man: handsome, muscular, hairy, had a great mustache…and best of all, he had a large cigar in his mouth.
He got his toolbox out of the truck, and I’ll admit I enjoyed the view when he bent over the tailgate to reach in and get something. He filled out those worn Wrangler jeans perfectly.
He took a draw on his cigar, and opened the truck door. I figured he was going to put the cigar away. I quickly opened the door, and walked out. “Good morning. You’re welcome to smoke around here. Don’t worry about leaving your cigar in the truck.”
I deliberately took an extra deep draw on my pipe, and pulled it out of my mouth. I exhaled a thick cloud of fragrant smoke, just as a way of reassuring him…and to see how he reacted. He looked at me like a hungry bear looks at a beehive. I thought, “Aha! This is not going to be as painful as I thought it would be.”
I stuck my hand out. “I’m Curt.”
He shook my hand. “Wayne here. I appreciate the offer to let me smoke, but it’s against company policy for me to smoke in a customer’s yard or house.”
“Policy be damned. There’s not many smokers left out there. We might as well support each other.”
Wayne grinned, and stuck his cigar back in his mouth. “I like the way you think. If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure. Come on in, and see if you can fix my leaky pipe.”
He grinned again, and the twinkle in his eyes was endearing. I thought, “I could really learn to like this guy.”
He squared his shoulders. “I don’t mean to brag, but there ain’t a plumbing problem I’ve ever run up against that I couldn’t fix. I reckon I’ll be able to help you out.”
I showed him into the kitchen, and we BS'd a while, before he got around to looking at the sink.
After looking at it, he gave a whistle. “This ain’t gonna be cheap. You’ve got some major issues going on here.”
My stomach sank. “I was afraid you were going to say that, Wayne.”
Then an idea hit me. I thought, “Curt, are you brave enough to try it?” I answered myself. “You’re damned straight I’m brave enough to try it.”
I looked at Wayne. “Sir, I have the money to pay you, but paying you will leave me with no money for the rest of the month.” Then I looked at his groin in a pointed manner. “Would you be willing to work with me on the price in return for ‘other’ considerations?”
Wayne seemed to think for a minute, and then his eyes lit up again. “I’ll be happy to help you with your leaky pipe…” he grabs his crotch. …” If you’ll help me with my leaky pipe. Your great beard and the grey in your temples, along with that pipe of yours is making it leak.” He winked at me, a charming action that tugged at my heartstrings. He kept talking. “It won’t take much to make something jump out of my leaky pipe.”
He leered. “I’ll give you fifty percent off if you take care of my leaky pipe. The repairs are free if you let me get my roto-rooter in that sweet ass of yours.”
To prove his point, he pulled his shirt off, and honestly, his chest took my breath away. It was a thing of great beauty.
My hormones surged, and my cock sprang to life. I laughed, and ran my hand across the heavy mass of curls that covered his chest, admiring the hardness of the muscle under all that soft hair. I tweaked a nipple. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you would propose.”
We groped each other for a while, and then I stepped back. “Barter is such a great way to deal with things.” I looked at Wayne’s obviously engorged penis. It showed clearly through the tight, well worn Wrangler jeans he had on. “It seems like we will both get what we want in this exchange. You’ve got a deal.”
We stood there smoking, as we looked each other over. My whole body tingled in anticipation of getting to see his clearly large cock out of those jeans.
I grinned. "I just had the thought that maybe I’m cheating you, and getting the best of this deal. I’m not sure, but you might be the loser.”
“I get my leaky pipe fixed, get to feel that large cock in my ass and don’t have to pay for it. To me, it seems that makes me the winner..”
“Oh, I can guarantee you I’m going to get my money’s worth.”
“I’m looking forward to it. I’m off for the next three days. You can take your time, and extract as much payment as you want.” I stepped away, and got a coy look on my face. “By the way, your cigar stinks.”
“Oh, you think this stinks? It doesn’t smell any worse than that frigging pipe you’re smoking.”
He grabbed me, and pulled me close. When I was within a few inches of him, Wayne pulled the cigar out of his mouth and released a large cloud of smoke directly in my face. “How’s that for stink?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Shut up, and blow some more of that damned cigar smoke in my face. Then kiss me to seal the deal.”
I took the opportunity to savor the smoke on his large handlebar mustache while we were kissing, imagining him using the handlebars to paint chocolate syrup on my balls, and how it would feel for him to lick the syrup off.
I also copped a quick feel, and discovered he was definitely as well-endowed as I had anticipated. I thought, “This man really knows how to kiss. He uses his tongue, but doesn’t try to reach for my tonsils. I could get used to this.”
After the kiss was finished, he said, “I lied. I love the smell of your pipe. I think a pipe smoking man is sexy.”
“I gathered that, from the way you’ve been watching me. My pipe and I are happy to be of service to you.” I blew some smoke in his face
He said, “More” and opened his mouth. I obliged, and filled his mouth with smoke.
He looked bemused. “I like the way that tastes. Do you think you could teach me a little about pipe smoking sometime?”
I filled his mouth with more smoke and we kissed again. Once the kiss was over, I said, “I have three days. If you want to hang around with an old fart like me for three days, I’ll have you acting like a professional pipe smoker.”
His eyes gleamed. “I like that idea. I think I’m going to be calling in sick for a few days.”
He pointed to my pipe. "Do you mind if I try that?" I let my eyes say, "yes". He exhaled the last of his cigar smoke as he reached up and gently took the pipe out of my mouth.
We swapped smoke for a while, and finally I stepped away, and asked, “Do you want your payment now, or later?”
He gave me a lecherous grin. “Life is short, I always take payment first.”
I gave him an equally lecherous grin. “I thought you’d say that. Do you want me bent over the table, in the bed or out in the pool?”
“Why not? I like the idea. If you have the stamina, I may be able to come up with some other interesting ideas of where to play.“
He smirked: “It sounds like you’re issuing a challenge, and I’m going to take you up on it. Let’s see who wears out first. To use my Texan parlance, I’ll fuck you until the cows come home.”
“We’ll see.” I blew some smoke in his face. “I hope you brought lots of goddamned cigars. I’m a smoke pig.”
A look of dismay crossed his face. “FUCK! That was my last one. I was going to go buy some after I finished here.”
I laughed. “Son, you don’t have to go to the cigar store. I have a walk-in humidor here. I am absolutely positive you can’t go through all the cigars I have in the house.”
I knelt and unzipped his jeans. His large man tool popped into my face and I licked it like an ice cream cone. “Let’s take care of the first part here, and see if I can take care of your leaky pipe. Lean back, and enjoy.”
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