Gay Erotic Stories

His name is Bruce, he is a plumber in our community. I have seen his navy-blue truck parked in his driveway a couple of blocks away, and I have seen it around the community, apparently fixing pipes and working on new construction. Some days when I have driven past his house on my way to work, he has been out cutting his grass. His lawn is beautifully manicured. I know his name is Bruce because it says "Bruce's Plumbing" on the side of his truck. I of course noticed him one summer day when he was out cutting his grass, because he was only dressed in very short shorts and pushing his lawnmower.

His body was beautifully tanned and muscular. I almost ran off the road, trying to look but trying not to be too obvious. Bruce is about 5' 10" beautifully built, broad shoulders, muscular pecs, lightly covered with hair in such as manner that accentuates the muscular form. His stomach muscles are hard and rippled, with a line of hair going down to his navel and beyond, I assume. Well, the bottom line is that he has a gorgeous body.

As fate would have it, I needed the services of a plumber (I wanted to service Bruce's body, but that had only been in my fantasies), so I called Bruce. He came over the house the next day, late in the afternoon. I told him that I wanted to have him put a new hot and cold water line out to the my back porch for an outside shower. I live at the beach and I wanted to have an outdoor shower for cleaning off the sand from the beach. I had built the structure for the shower, but I needed the plumbing done since I did not feel competent to do that part of the job. Bruce said it was easy, and that I had picked the right location. It would be easy to run the water lines to the shower structure that I had built. He gave me an estimate, which was within my budget, and said he would return the next day, but it might be late afternoon or early evening, this was his busy season.

I said that was fine and I would be there to help him if I could in anyway. The next day Bruce showed up about four o'clock and began to work on the pipes from the laundry room to the new shower. I asked if I could help and he said "sure", so I became a plumber's assistant. I held pipe, measured, and did other chores to help him. We talked and he was really a nice guy. He was a very knowledgeable guy, and had traveled to some of the same places that I had. We discovered that we liked similar movies, we both liked going to the theater, and he even liked museums, which really kind of surprised me. I guess I had a stereotype "plumber" image.

During the course of the work, he brushed against me and I thought that I would get a hard on right there.. It was a very warm summer afternoon, and we both became extremely sweaty. "Do you mind if I take my shirt off" said Bruce. I, of course, practically choked but managed to say "No, no problem." He took off his T-shirt and I casually watched his muscles flex and he pulled the shirt over his head. He smiled a warm almost knowing smile, I almost blushed. He said, "Why don't you take off your shirt, you must be hot too." Boy, was that an understatement!! I was a little embarrassed, because I did not have the chest that Bruce had, but I pulled off my shirt.

We continued to finish putting in the piping and by the time he finished putting on the handles, we were both dripping with sweat. We turned on the water and the shower worked great.

I said, "Now, we both need to take a shower to cool off and clean up."

He said "I would love to do that, would you like to?"

"Sure, I will go upstairs and get some towels, soap, and stuff."

The shower was over sized so there is a large space for hanging clothes, swimming suits, etc, and so that groups of people can clean up at the same time. So, I went and got the towels and things, and by the time I came back, he was standing naked and the water was running over his fantastic body. I put the towels on the hocks, handed him a bar of soap, and began to strip off my clothes. I felt very comfortable with him, but also knew that I a really wanted to make love to his body. I could not help but notice his large piece of meat dangling from between his legs. It was maybe 7 inches long, nicely formed and cut, with a proportionally sized head. I had this tremendous desire to reach for it, but I did not dare be that forward.

He stepped to one side and said "come on in, the water is great." He has such a warm wonderful smile, and is so masculine. He was not really handsome, in fact, his face was long and thin, and he had a kind of scruffy beard, but he had a warm smile and nice hazel colored eyes. His hair was light brown with almost kinky waves and a sprinkle of gray.

But what he may have lacked in "handsome" was made up by his masculine strength. He continued to soap down his own body, but let me get under the shower head and start lathering up. Then he said, "let me lather your back, I always love to have someone rub my back." He started lathering my back with the soap but also massaging my back muscles, which really felt great. I told him he had great hands and that he could rub my back anytime he wanted to. That only made him work more - massaging the muscles up and down my back with his strong fingers and hands. Then he started on my buttocks and suddenly I felt his tongue in my ear, and he whispered, " I want to love your body." I turned around, looked him in the eyes and kissed him hard and deep. My dick instantly sprang up, and I could feel his hunk of meat poking between my legs. He was little shorter in height than me but we fit just fine.. standing there in the shower with the water cascading down our bodies. His dick was not seven inches anymore, it must have grown to at least eight or nine.

My seven inches of dick throbbed with desire.

All I could think of was that this gorgeous hunk had his arms around me, and was kissing me.. We kissed for a long time, searching out each other's tongues. I really like to be kissed and it felt like he desired to have me.. I know I wanted him, I felt it in every fiber of my body.. As we came up for air, my hands were all over his chest. I had wanted to feel his muscles, his hair, his tits.. He kissed me on the shoulder, then ran his fingers through my chest hair, down to my nipples. Gently pinching, they began to get hard and raise up to his gentle manipulation. He moved down and started licking them. I closed my eyes and felt my whole body shiver with desire. I massaged his tits which caused him to moan with desire.... and work more on my tits. With one hand moving to my buttocks, he slipped down to my dick, licking the stomach hair line down to my rock hard dick. It throbbed with desire. He teased it with his tongue, them swallowed it - taking all of it in.

I thought that I would faint with pleasure. He had one hand on my tit, my dick in his mouth and his other hand kneading my buttocks, searching for my ass hole.

His head when up and down on my dick for several minutes. He was a very gifted cock sucker... like no one I have ever meet before. He came up and licked my shaft, then my balls, gentle sucking them into his mouth, and then returned to my shaft, taking it all the way in again. I told him to slow down, I wanted to service him also, I did not want to cum off too quickly.

We were still standing under the new shower. The water pouring over our shimmering bodies. Soap dripping from parts of our anatomy.....

He came up for air, and I began to work on his pleasures. I sucked his tits, licking them then sucking them to make them stand up like little soldiers. His tits were rock hard standing on great pecs. I think I know how Micheangelo felt when he molded that clay into a David. I had always wondered what such a great body felt like, and it was wonderful to touch and massage. I love a hairy chested man anyhow, but add great muscles and I am in heaven. Mostly, I could not believe that this hunk was making love to me, and liking it also... it was a very mutual giving situation.

We were servicing each other. I ran my tongue down his stomach until I reached his pubic hair. Then this great iron rod was standing up in my face. It was soft, yet hard, it was nicely rounded with the blood

vessels showing but not bulging, it was a nice tan color, not real red, but obviously ready to be loved..

I grabbed it with one hand and started licking the well proportioned head. Putting the head in my mouth and sucking it in. While it was very large, maybe eight or nine inches, it slid in nicely. I slowly went down, taking more of it in. I did not think I could deep throat him, but eventually I got it all the way down without gagging. He very gently starting moving it in and out as I sucked on it with all my might. Here I was sucking on this great dick, on this great body, that I had only dreamed about servicing. I kept working on his wonderful dick, and I could tell that his juices were rising.

He eventually pushed me away and lifted me up to his face and kissed me, as if he wanted to taste his own juices in my throat. His tongue probed my mouth, with tremendous passion. The shower was designed with a bench like structure all around the edges, for siting or for stepping on to dry off. Well, he gently laid me down on the bench and turn around so we could work on each other 69 style. Even thought it was a very warm day, the shower spilled over us and kept us cool, except of course we were burning up with passion.... or lust......for each other......

We lay there slurping each others tools like they were lollipops. Licking, sucking, licking sucking, gulping in all the inches of beefy flesh. Swallowing each other to the pubic hairs. We massaged each others buttocks, fingered each other ass holes, and gently pinched each others tits, only to continue the oral work on each other's beefy manhood.

Up and down our heads worked their magic on the respective tools. Up and down Up and down, then when our juices started to rise, I could feel his passion rising, which only increased my juices, .....then.......then ....... I could not hold it anymore, ....... awwwwwwww.......I exploded. My juices shot down his throat, and almost a second later,,,,,, his dick shot with such force I gagged. . . . and I started swallowing as quickly as I could...... I was not much for eating cum. . . but this was an exception..... he was wonderful...... warm, tasty.....cumming down my throat.... pulsating blasts down my throat..... he would shot down my throat ..... and I would shot down his...... I don't know how long this went on, but it seem for ever, and only a minute. Licking and sucking on his dick as it shrunk back to its former self......

I was warm all over.... Like "poppers" make you feel, but we had not used any poppers. This warmth came from great lovemaking. He turned around and kissed and hugged me like I have never been hugged before. He said he really enjoyed that. We obviously have a great deal in common, and he said he wanted to spend more time with me.

We sat and talked for a while. He had apparently noticed me before and really wanted to find a way to meet me, but until I called for the plumbing work he could not think of a way to met. We decided to finish the shower, so we lathered up again. We took turns lathering each others bodies - front and back... His dick was nice to look at even when it was just hanging there. Actually, just hanging there is not really a proper description, it always seemed to have such power and shape, personally, my dick gets really small in some situations, but some guys really hang large all the time, and he was one who seemed to be that way.

As we lathered each other again, I was getting excited again, and I could tell that he was also. His dick never really got too small, but it was again getting hard, and slowly rising up. That only made my dick get hard also.. My response to seeing or feeling a dick is always a corresponding erection.

He again gently lowered me to the bench again, only this time he fingered my ass hole, and spread my cheeks.. I wanted him to fuck me, even before he moved that direction. But, I was a little afraid. I have been fucked a couple of times, but not very often, and I was afraid of the size of his dick. But, the passion of the situation caught me, and propelled me into acceptance. He was very gentle, and I was very tight. He lathered my ass and used his finger to relax my muscles. The more he finger fucked me, the more I wanted of his finger, his hand or his dick...... Suddenly I felt his dick head pushing at my asshole.

Even though it was big, it was soft and seemed to slid in with out too much trouble. Once inside my ass, his dick seemed to grow to fill it up. As he slowly moved it in and out, it seemed to get bigger and bigger, and my ass muscles wanted to grab his dick like a hand.

I was really enjoying being fucked. I felt so good.....so full..... He would push it all the way in, and then hold it there to get the full impact of fullness. The slowly pull it out and then push back in. Moving slowly at first, then increasing with each thrust, as his passion increased. I moaned with pleasure and he continued his fucking. In and out, In and out, smooth, motions, like an athlete.... in and out.... faster, faster , faster. I was like a monkey hanging on to a parent, I was rapped around him holding onto his chest and he fucked, and fucked and fucked..... Pretty soon, his passion could be held any longer, and he went wild with desire, and rammed his dick in farther, and shot a load, that felt like it would come out my throat..... pulsating dick, spurted joy juices into my ass, which clung to his dick like a fist.

We must have laid there for several minutes, massaging each others bodies, and when he lifted up, I had apparently shot a load between our bellies. We soaped down again, both bathing in the warmth of great love making.... We decided that we would get together again, and it would not take a plumbing job, or a plumbing disaster to get me to call my plumber... If I want something reamed, I call my friendly neighborhood plumber to do the job.....oh, what a job!

End of chapter one?