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The Friendly Plumber

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The Friendly Plumber by FritzIn 1985, I had just moved into a little one bedroom cottage in WestHollywood, CA. I was 24 years old at the time, but pretty naive abouthow people live in what has to be one of the strangest cities in theworld.My landlady, Lois, seemed really nice and when I called her to explainthat my bathroom drains were clogged, she told me that she'd send out aplumber immediately.Her exact words were "He's a real nice guy. You'll like him a lot."I really didn't care if he was nice or not, I just wanted to have ashower that would drain like it was suppose to. Lois said she'd call meto let me know when the plumberwould be there. She called back a couple of hours later and said "He'llbe there tomorrow at 9:00 and you'll REALLY like him a lot." This timethe emphasis that she put on the phrase struck me funny. I almost askedher what she meant by it, but I was afraid that if she didn't reallymean it like it sounded, I'd offend her...or sound like a wierdo orsomething. I knew nothing about her personal life and she knew nothingabout mine...or so I hoped.The next morning, the plumber was right on time. He pulled into thedriveway in a beat up old pick up that must have been used by a painterfor quite sometime. It was spattered from top to bottom with every colorimaginable. I assumed right away that this was not really a plumber buta handyman of some sort.I noticed that there were two men getting out of the truck. One was alarge blond man, wearing one of those string tank tops and dirty jeans.The other was a very short latin guy. The latin guy started taking adrain snake out of the truck along with a plastic bucket. The blond guyheaded straight for the door. He was obviously the boss and the guydoing the toting was his helper.When he got to the open door, I noticed that this "plumber" was prettydirty. This couldn't have possibly been his first job of the day. He hadpaint on his hands. He introduced himself as "Carlo." This seemed like astrange name for someone with such fair skin and blue eyes. He had aforeign accent of some kind, too.I showed him the bathroom and he got his assistant working on the drainsright away.I assumed that they would be in there for a while, so I sat down on thesofa andstarted to watch Regis and Kathy Lee.After a few minutes, Carlo came into the room and started making smalltalk. He leaned against the door jam and halfway looked over hisshoulder every now and then, keeping an eye on his helper.This was the first time that I'd taken the time to really get a goodlook at Carlo. He really was a big guy, about 6'-5" and at least 275lbs. He was obviously into bodybuilding. When I asked him where heworked out, he took it as an invitation to come over and sit on the armof the sofa next to me.I was kind of taken aback by the fact that this guy was being soforward. He was obviously more interested in talking than doing his job.But, he was very charming and personable and way too big to be told whatto do!This is when the conversation got personal and very strange. He began totell me about his gym and that he liked working out there even thoughguys jacked off in the locker rooms and in the sauna. He sounded as ifthis bothered him, but then he said, "Hell, everybody jacks off. I betyou do it too, don't you."I didn't know what to say. I felt like an idiot because, I began toblush like a little girl. Carlo was obviously very skilled at readingbody language, because he quickly put his big hand on my now red hotface.The tip of his thumb was positioned right under my right eye and hisfingers wrapped around my head and touched all the way to the nape of myneck (grab yourself like that and you'll know how big his hands were!)>From that moment, he had me! He knew it, too. This was obviously not thefirst time he'd done this. He was far too confidant. Was I being set up?Being paranoid?"Do you want to jack off together?" he asked me. My voiced cracked as Itold him sure.Then, he got right up and went into the bathroom. I heard him speakingin Spanish to his helper for a few seconds and then he emerged, shuttingthe door behind him.I couldn't believe that he'd actually told his helper to stay in thebathroom out of sight until we had finished. My high school Spanishhadn't been completely forgotten.This all seemed too "business as usual" if you know what I mean.Carlo came back into the room and immediately pealed off his shirt anddropped his pants. He was hard and pointing straight up. His cock was anice size, but not as big as you'd expect such a big guy to have. He wasalso completely shaved. I mean there wasn't a hair on his entire bodyexcept for his head.I took off my sweat pants and we both began to jack off watching eachother. This lasted for about five minutes. We were both standing. Then,Carlo got down on his knees in front of me and told me to cum on hisface. He was really into it. He began to beg for me to cum.I continued to jack my cock over his face. I even spapped his cheeks afew times with my wet dick. He was totally getting off on this. I wasamazed that I could actually do that to a guy just by cumming on hisface. Believe it not this was my first time doing something like this.Within minutes, I spewed all over Carlo's face and hair. A big glob gothim right in the eye and I could tell it stung a bit. A moment later, hecame in a huge spurt. he leaned back and his own load hit him across hishuge chest. He smiled and began saying thank you repeatedly.Then, his helper came out of the bathroom, walked over to us and handedCarlo one of my towels! It was like the whole thing had been rehearsedor something. Carlo wiped himself off and got back to the drains as ifnothing had happened. His helper looked down at the floor delberatelythe entire time he was in the room. Was this Carlo's sheepish lover orwas he just very embarrassed?After they had finished their work, Carlo thanked me again "foreverything" and they drove off. Later that afternoon, Lois called andasked if me if I "liked" the plumber.I told her that he had done a great job and she said, "I KNEW that youwould like him."I've wondered about this situation for years now. Lois sent anelectrician, a landscaper and an appliance repairman over to the cottageafter that, but none were as "friendly" as Carlo. I never saw him again,either. But, this was the first of many memorable adventures in WestHollywood.

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