The Plumber - A Brief Encounter!
Jason was bending over, checking the pipes under the sink. In his footy shorts, and blue “Chesty Bonds” work singlet - well washed and faded by age - and the “Bonds” elastic of his briefs just visible above the waistband of his shorts, he was my fantasy of just what a tradie should be. I could see the ripple of his back muscles under the stretched fabric of his singlet, and the flex of worked biceps as he worked under the sink. I was getting hard, and in my “Stubbies” shorts, there was no hiding it!
Jason suddenly spun around on his heels to ask me a question, and found his eyes staring straight at my erection. His gaze wandered up my body to my face…then he smiled! Looking down, I could see the outline of his nipples through the singlet, and further down again, the bulge of his crotch…the flexed muscles of his legs…the pushed down footy socks…his work boots..l
He stood slowly, his body only inches from mine. Placing his hands on my chest, he slowly backed me up to the wall, then pushed himself against me. I could feel the hardness of his body pressing into me. Our faces were almost touching…his pale blue eyes were mesmerising. I feel his growing cock pushing against mine. The smell of fresh sweat emanating from him made me harder, and I placed my hands on his hips, pulling him harder against me.
Jason slipped his rough hands under my singlet, and crept them slowly over my belly, then up higher, circling then tweaking my nipples before placing his mouth there, sucking them through the thin cotton, wetting them with his tongue. I groaned! Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard…urgently…probing with his tongue. I responded in like, breathing heavily…pressing my mouth against him, frantic…
I felt him popping the waist button on my shorts, slowly unzipping the fly over my now rock-hard erection! I pulled the cord tie on his footy shorts to loosen the waist elastic, and slipped my hands down to his butt cheeks, feeling the muscles flex as I gripped them. His cotton “Bonds” brief matched the dark blue of his singlet…well worn, thin but soft and smooth from many washings, slightly moist from sweat. I ran my hands slowly over his cheeks, felt him respond!
In turn, his hands were in my shorts, slowly gripping and rubbing my hard cock through the cotton of my “Jockey” Y’s. His fingers lingered at the fly opening, the tips of them just touching my cock…tickling, flicking. Our breathing got heavier, and I felt that he was going to crush me against the wall with the weight of his body. Our tongues continued to probe, circling teeth, pushing deep into each others mouths. Now loosened, I felt my shorts start to slip down over my hips. Jason, also sensing them slipping, suddenly dropped to his knees, and pulled them down to my ankles. Without pausing, his mouth clamped onto my cotton clad erect cock, nibbling, teasing with his teeth and tongue, wetting the length of it with saliva. “Fucking hot cock!” I heard him mutter.
He reached inside the fly on my briefs, and pulled my cock out. Its full length disappeared as he took it all in his mouth, lightly clamping his teeth around the root, moulding my dangling balls with his hand. Pulling back - though not letting go of my balls - he started sucking hard on the now engorged head of my cock, lightly pushing his tongue into the slit, then taking my full length again, sucking hard, pulling me back out…then wanking me before repeating the actions. I could feel an orgasm building, but wanted to delay it…
I pushed his head back. “Stand up!”I said. We were face-to-face again! I grabbed the waistband of his footy shorts - Carlton, I noticed - and pulled them down, following their path onto my knees in front of him. He had a “Bonds” Support brief on, the pouch cupping his cock and balls like a brief style of a jockstrap. For what is considered a traditional classic brief that should have looked daggy on him, he looked so hot in them, with his gym/work toned body, and buying a smaller size than he actually was. My cock throbbed! As noted earlier, years of wearing and washing had thinned and softened the cotton fabric, and he literally “hung” in them! His fully erect cock pushed the pouch down, and caused the horizontal fly to gape, exposing a bit of his pubic hair. A wet patch showed on the pouch, where the head of his cock was. I placed my finger on it, rubbing lightly at the pre-cum. I looked up at him, licking the saltiness off my fingers. He grabbed my head and pulled it into his pouch. I breathed in, smelling the male of him, then reached down into the fly, wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, pulled it up through the fly so it sat, hard and erect, against his belly, cupped his balls in the pouch…feeling their weight - and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, tasting sweat and early cum, ran it around the head, then back down again before taking his length into my mouth, pushing his head down the back of my throat, sucking long and hard, feeling his throbbing cock in my mouth, slowly pulling it back out over my tongue, then plunging him back in again. His breathing increased, panting!
Suddenly, he grabbed me under the armpits, pulled me roughly to my feet, and spun me around, pushing me against the wall. He mounded his body into mine, and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my butt cheeks. He ran his hands down my sides, then wrapping them around my hips, cupped my balls through the soft cotton of my Ys with his left, grabbing my still very hard cock with his right. I could feel a dampness around my arse, and reaching behind me and grabbing his cock, felt the warm stickiness of pre-cum on my fingers. He groaned!
I turned around to face him, and our cocks rubbed. Pre-cum was slowly dribbling from both of us, and I slowly rubbed my fingers over both our cock heads, then pushed the fingers into his mouth. He sucked them, then grabbed my head, and pressed his mouth against mine, probing deep with his tongue. I reciprocated, with hands running up and down his hard body, pressing myself against him, feeling his erect cock rubbing against mine. I cupped his balls, still enclosed in the soft cotton of his briefs. The sharp odours of sweat, testosterone and sex surrounded us.
I felt his hands on the elastic waistband of my y’s, and he slowly worked them down my legs, muzzling my hard, wet cock as he moved down with them, then standing, leaving my y’s pooled around my feet. I stepped back as he put his hands on his own briefs, and watched my reaction as he slowly worked his own down, to meet mine at our feet. Stepping out of his, he kicked them in my direction. Getting the message, I reached down, picked my y’s up, and, kneeling in front of him, helped him place his feet into the legholes, and slowly worked them up his legs, watching his solid, throbbing cock eject a glob of cum into them as they encased his cock and balls, moulding themselves to him. I wrapped my arms around his hips, clasping his tight, cotton clad butt with my hands. “Now you!” he gasped, gently pushing me away as he likewise knelt, prompting me to stand. Before getting me to step into them, he placed a hand in the pouch, then wrapped it around my erect cock and slowly rubbed them up and down, teasing me, daring me to blow. Then just as I thought I might, he stopped, and put the briefs in front of my feet, tapping my legs to get me to step into them. Peering down, I could see a glimpse of his cock head as it tented the fly of my briefs. I felt my cock throb, then felt the still body warm cotton of his briefs encase my butt as he pulled them up, then the slight sticky dampness of the pouch as it covered my cock and balls. His hand caressed my balls in the soft cotton as he slowly stood, again pushing our bodies together..
I felt his hand thrust down into the fly of his briefs on my body. Feeling his body heat encasing me in these Bonds made me feel close to blowing a load. Knowing that his cock and balls had, only minutes earlier, been where mine now were nearly drove me crazy. His hand grabbed the throbbing shaft of my cock, and he slowly ran his hard, slightly rough hands up and down, staring into my eyes, a mischievous grin on his face. As he reached the head, he massaged it, working my precum over the whole head, then back down the shaft. “I want your load of cum in the pouch of my briefs,” he panted into my ear, “because I’m going to dump a load of mine into your y’s any minute now…your warm briefs have gotten me so horny, feeling where your balls have been now wrapping mine!” he breathed into my ear.
Reaching over, I grabbed his rock hard cock through my briefs, slowly rubbing the cotton up and down his shaft. My own cock throbbed in his hand, the pleasure building. I felt his body tense, a quick gasp, then the warm glow of his cum into the pouch of my y’s, the sticky fluid spreading to cover it. Feeling that, my own cock exploded a hot load into his hand, which he quickly withdrew from the fly, grabbing my balls through his pouch and rubbing the load into them. I could feel the warm wetness of my cum covering my galls and cock, the last spurts of it pumping out as the orgasm subsided. We were both panting, holding each others cocks in out briefs.
He pulled my briefs down, and stepped out of them. Reaching over, he pulled his down to my feet, and I stepped out of them. He licked mine over to me, then reaching down he picked his up, and stepped back into them, pulling them up, holding the cum soaked pouch against his balls and cock, closing his eyes, savouring the feeling of my cum covering him. I stepped back into my y’s, pulled them up and likewise clasped his warm cum against my now semi-hard cock, and balls. The feeling was exhilarating! ‘I’m going to finish your plumbing in just these, and my singlet!” he said, reaching over, grabbing me and giving me a hard kiss on my mouth. “I’ll make us a coffee, and sit and watch your bulge while you finish,’ I laughed. “Who knows how the bill will be paid”, I said, as he slid himself back under my sink, a laugh following him.
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