The Plumber Mike

I met Mike at the counter of a restaurant downtown. He said he was a plumber and worked for this outfit with contracts for several of the buildings downtown. He went through the story of sopped up toilets, the biggest reason why they were called. He was disgusted with what women put down the toilet. When he got up he tapped my hand, 'come on, let's go outside'.

We went across the street to this small park area, and he stood there and said I looked like a nice guy. Did I want to suck his cock? I hesitated. he said he was looking for a cocksucker, if that wasn't me, move on. He needed a blowjob. Faced with the situation, I followed him into this building, we went down to the basement, he had a key and we went into the service room. He opened his zipper and told me to suck and make it count.

I sucked, and he came. I made it count. I had never had semen in my mouth. I was surprised at what it tasted like and its consistency. I wanted to suck again, but he was ready to leave. Come around another time, maybe he would bend me over.

When I could get away around that time I went to the park and waited. He would come by and wave and I would follow him, down the stairs to the basement, into the service room, now I sucked him with his pants down, and bent over so he could finish. At first he called me out for not bringing lube, so I was always prepared, I let him lube me, finger me before taking his cock and stabbing me to the hilt.