One Monday morning, a very light trickle from a closed bathroom faucet had turned into a steady flow. Not wanting to receive a hefty water bill, I decided that action finally needed to be taken. After contacting my boss to explain my situation, my boss told me to take the day off, fix the problem, and enjoy a relaxing day, once my plumbing dilemma had been sorted out. Having put in a lot of extra time at work in the preceding months, my boss further added that I had earned the day off.A neighbour supplied me with the number for ‘Best Plumbers,’ and made the call shortly after. A female voice answered the phone, took my details, and said that the plumber would be around in the next half an hour. Upon hearing my doorbell, I opened the front door and almost began to laugh. The perfect cliché we all have in our minds, where plumbers are concerned, stood before me. He had a rough demeanour, was bulky and unshaven, and wore a two piece blue overall, with a white T-shirt in sore need of a wash.“Hi, I’m Pier,” he grunted.“Hi, I’m Zane,” I replied. “Please come in.” After entering I asked if his name was of French origin, believing it to be spelt, ‘Pierre.’“No it’s Pier,” he stated, verbally spelling his name.“That’s very unusual,” I answered.“Well, my name is actually Pierpont… don’t ask… It was my dad’s stupid idea, but everyone just calls me Pier,” he replied. I showed Pier through to the bathroom, where we settled on a price for the job.“May I pay you via electronic transfer?” I inquired.“Well… actually… no, I prefer cash,” was his apologetic reply.“No problem,” I responded. “There is a cash dispensing machine down the road, where I can draw the money.”“Cool,” he announced.I Avrupa yakası escort wasn’t really concerned about leaving him in my home, as I had nothing of real value in the house. Before he retrieved his toolbox from his pickup, I showed him my coffee machine, and told him to make himself at home once the job was done. Ten minutes later when I returned Pier was seated in the lounge, with coffee next to him, and reading a newspaper. Not wanting to appear unsocial, I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat opposite him.“You gay?” he asked.Only then did my eyes focus on the newspaper he was reading. ‘Oh shit,’ I thought. Pier was reading one of my gay newspapers.“Yes… I’m gay,” I replied.“Cool,” he answered, shrugging indifferently.Indulging in general chitchat, Pier seemed very comfortable and relaxed. Deciding to move things along, I eventually arose to pay him.“Tell you what,” he said, as I was about to hand over the money, “The job was smaller than I thought, so I have decided to give you a fifty per cent discount.” After settling my bill I thanked him, before returning to my seat. “Of course,” he continued, “One favour deserves another.”“And what would that favour be?” I asked puzzled.“I’d like you to suck my cock,” he stated boldly.“Huh… What?” I countered, dumbstruck.“Thing is… buddy of mine told me that only gay guys know how to suck dick. My girlfriend… all my girlfriends, have been totally useless at it. I just want to see if my buddy was right.” He stated nonchalantly.“Are you serious?” I blurted out, totally gobsmacked.“Sure… I know I’m not much to look at, but most people never get to see my best feature,” he Ataköy escort bayan said rubbing his crotch. I sat there looking at him like a demented idiot, before he continued, “You won’t be sorry bro… I really have a nice tool.”“Is this a practical joke?” I asked, completely bewildered.“Nah… you’re gay, right? So what the fuck! I’ll show you my knob, and if you like it we can both have some fun,” he said, gesturing with open arms. Again I just stared at him like a fool. Pier got up and moved towards me. A foot away, he looked down at me and asked, “Yes, or no bro?”Looking up at him like a guppy, I nodded my head, completely dazed and totally intrigued. Pier removed his jacket and threw it to one side, before unbuttoning his trousers. Pushing his pants down, he placed his right hand in his underpants and massaged his genitals. Pier then pulled his underpants down to under his balls and with his tackle on full display, stood proudly with his hands on his hips. ‘Fuck me, he is spot on, he has a magnificent cock!’ I thought. Getting to my knees I began to fondle and lick his balls. His pungent crotch odour was delectable, and as I licked I inhaled the splendour of his masculinity. The intoxicating aroma almost made me convulse with lust. I couldn’t wait to unleash the hooded bouquet from his foreskin, awaiting my olfactory senses.‘Take your time,’ I kept reminding myself, ‘Don’t rush.’ Slowly, I began working my way up his shaft, to ever increasing groans from above. ‘Easy, take it easy,’ I intoned in my mind, ‘the foreskin unveiling will soon be at hand.’ I was shivering with anticipation as his hands began massaging my head. I Escort Şirinevler couldn’t wait any longer, and had to liberate the musty smell from under his hood. Tugging the foreskin down, Pier’s cock-head started to immerge. A tentative sniff assured me that I had hit the jackpot. I smeared the delicious moisture under my nostrils.‘Why the fuck has no one ever produced and marketed a product that smells like this?’ I ruminated. Unaware of my joy, Pier impatiently began seeking my mouth. Having fulfilled my own pleasure, I now turned my attention to his fantasy. Gently he began entering my mouth, deeper and deeper, as I adjusted to the ever increasing girth. His hands held my head firmly, but calmly, as his incursion took place. Relaxing my throat I allowed him full access, to sighs of pleasure from him.Balls deep, I heard utters of, “Ooooh, aaaaah, fuck yeah bro, this is fucking awesome.” I had expected a throat basher, but Pier surprised me with his relaxed demeanour. Withdrawing slightly, he allowed me air, before again pushing all the way in and holding still for several seconds. After repeating this procedure a few more times, Pier slowly began a rhythmic motion, as he toyed with my head while face-fucking me. After pulling his underpants down all the way, my hands clamped onto his butt cheeks. Every so often he would again hold still, before recommencing his gentle thrusting. Throughout, contented sighs oozed from him.Moving my hands further around his backside, my middle fingers located his manhole. As I began circling his pucker with my fingers, there was a momentary pause. I simply continued, and shortly his hip action ensued.Pulling his cock out of my mouth he said, “Let’s get rid of my pants.” Pier removed his boots and socks, followed by his trousers and underpants. I simultaneously removed the spit stained t-shirt I was wearing, before lubricating my fingers. As he again plugged into my face, I was able to move my right hand between his legs, due to his widened stance.