From: robbuffalo@yahoo.com Subject: Story -- the plumber The alarm rudely woke me from sleep at 7:30. It was Monday. I had spent most of the weekend working at home on a big project for work. I had taken a break on Sunday afternoon for a long run, but other than that, I had spent almost all weekend working. Now it was Monday. I grumbled as I made my way to the bathroom. I turned the water on while I took a leak. I stepped into the shower and let out a yelp. The water was freezing. I quickly stepped out and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and went down into the basement. The hot water tank had burst. Fortunately the tank sits beside the sump pump, so most of the water was being pumped away. I turned off the water and the gas. "Great," I said. "This would happen on Monday." I went upstairs to call a plumber. "Ed's Plumbing, may I help you?" I had used this plumber to renovate a bathroom a few years before. He was a good, experienced man who seemed to do a good job. The voice on the other end was not too helpful. "I'll get a man out as soon as I can, but everyone's already left the shop. It may be as late as this afternoon before anyone can get to you. Will you be able to be home?" "Sure, I can call in to work. Come anytime." I put on some short and a tank top and cleaned up what water was still on the floor, made some coffee and called the office. I explained by problem to my secretary and told her that would be working at home while I waited for the plumber, but not to expect me in. I was glad that I had almost everything I needed to finish the project at home. I made a few phone calls and sent to faxes and email, then started at work. About 1:00 the doorbell rang. The man at the door was drop dead gorgeous. He was about six foot, 200 meaty pounds, blond with a mustache. His too tight work shirt had a name on it--Ed. "You have a broken hot water heater?" He had deep blue eyes and perfect white teeth accented by a well trimmed blond mustache. It took me a few seconds to realize he was talking to me. "Yeah, it's downstairs." "You don't look like the same Ed who was here a couple of years ago." "Oh, that would have been my dad. We work together now." I led him down to my basement. I have my own gym there--a weight bench, squat stands, a multi-gym and a Roman chair along with several hundred pounds of free weights. "You lift?" the plumber asked. "Yeah, about three days a week. I do more running though. I spend a lot of time at work, mostly sitting around in meetings, so working out keeps me in shape and happy." "What do you do?" "I'm an architect. Mostly I work on water treatment plants." "I lift too." "I could tell." I said as I noticed a smile on his face. "I lift at Pitt Bull gym." "I used to have a membership at World, but I found it was too crowded when I get there and all I did was wait around to use the machine. I like working out at home whenever I have the time. I like to work out late in the afternoon after a good run." "You gotta be careful, man. It's not good to lift without a partner." "I used to have a partner, but he moved out." As Ed ran this fingers through his hair I notice a gold wedding band on his left hand. Why is it that all the really great looking men are married, I thought to myself. "This is a nice set up." As he looked around he noticed I have a wall full of muscle photos, most that I've taken of local contests. He walked over and looked at them. "Those are my inspiration." "I know some of these guys from the gym." "These are mostly from local contests--Mr. Great Lakes, Mr. Buffalo. I'm an amateur photographer." "Hey, what do you know. There I am." It was true. There Ed was. I had taken a picture of him at Mr. Great Lakes a couple of years before. I remembered he looked good on stage and wished I could have seen at lot more of him. "You looked good. You look like you've put on a lot more meat since then. Are you still competing?" "I haven't for a year or two, but I'd like to get ripped and enter Mr. Buffalo this fall. I've put on about twenty pounds since that picture was taken, but I'm a little flabby still. It's going to take some work to get ripped. Do you ever do studio shots?" "No, I just like to go to contests and shoot a few pictures for inspiration." "Do you ever compete." "Nah, I'm not that good." "You look pretty good to me. If you spent some more time building mass, you could do all right. I wish I could find someone to take some good shots of me sometime." By this time I was aware that my cock was swelling inside my compression shorts. Fortunately they are black and the basement is not well lit. I would have loved to have stayed to watch Ed work. "Well, I'll leave you to your work, while I go back to mine. Holler if you need anything." I went back to my computer, but the ache in my groin was quite a distraction. I sat there and thought about how much I would love to have Ed doing bench presses while I spot him. I'd get him all hot and sweaty, then suck him off on my bench for an hour or two, then finish him off with a good solid fuck on an abdominal bench. I remembered him posing on stage, drinking in every ripple of his muscles and wishing I could feel his mustache against my lips. Ed finished the job in less than an hour. "I'm all done. You should have hot water in a half hour." I had pulled my shirt out so that it hung loosely over the front of me as a showed him out. I went back to work for while and finished up about 3:00. I decided to go for a run to clear my mind. It was a great day--cool and crisp. I ran about five miles and went down to work out, fired up from seeing that hunk of a plumber. I had only done a few sets of incline presses when my cock started to swell. I remembered I had several more shots of Ed in a drawer. I got them out and started to look through them. I was getting quite warm, so I took off my tank top and sat down on by bench. I hauled out my cock and started to jerk off, looking at pictures of Ed. I wish I hadn't let him get away without at least propositioning him. Soon I could feel the jism churning in my balls and surging through my cock. I sprayed cum violently in the air towards my face and chest. It felt great. I had not more that shot my load when I heard a pounding at the door. "Shit," I said to myself as I grabbed a towel and ran toward the door. It was Ed. He was not long dressed in his working clothes, but in gym shorts and a Pitt Bull gym tank. "I'm sorry. I left my big wrench here. I forgot about it until I had gone to the gym. I've been ringing the bell for a while and thought you might have been out running, but I saw the light was on the basement, so I knocked loudly. "I was just downstairs doing bench presses." I led him down the stairs. "Ah, there it is. I hate leaving my tools around." Ed picked up a three foot pipe wrench and slung it over his shoulder. The pictures I had pulled from the drawer were sitting on the Roman chair beside the bench. He saw them and said, "You know, you shouldn't be working out alone. It's really not safe... and you shouldn't beat off when you're lifting. It takes too much testosterone out of your body when it needs it to grow big. What you need is more testosterone to encourage muscle growth." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What kind of supplement would you recommend?" "A couple of loads of my cum would replace that stuff running down your pecs." I looked down and saw a big wad of cream sliding over my left pec. "When you didn't answer the door, I saw the light and looked in the window. I saw you sitting there looking at pictures of me beating off. Why should you have to settle for pictures when you can have the real thing?" He stepped closer and ran his finger through the cum on my chest. I reached out and pulled off his tank top, then kissed him full on the lips. His mustache mixed with mine as I felt his strong arms wrap around me. He led me to the bench as he sat down, hauling his cock out of his shorts and a well-worn jock. I took a rubber out of a drawer and put it over his cock. I dropped to my knees and began to greedily suck on his cock for all I was worth. I teased his glands with my tongue, fondled his balls with my fingertips and nearly swooned at the musky smell his working man's body. Soon he was moaning and shooting his first load. I kept right on going until he came again and again for a third time. "That's three reps, champ." "Now it's your turn." He made my completely strip and lay flat on my back on the bench. He stretched a rubber over my aching shaft and lowered himself onto me. He began squatting over my cock, exercising every inch of it inside his hole. I loved watching all his muscles work as he athletically worked me up and down in a fast rhythm. I came like a volcano shooting hot magma in the sky. As I shot the last of my load, he lowered himself on to me and kissed me long and hard. For several minutes we lay there until our breathing returned to normal. "I'm missing my workout," Ed said. "Wasn't that enough for you?" "I was just thinking how I'd like to work out with you and maybe have you take some pictures of me pumped up, and then see if that hot water tank I put in works in your shower." We then began a hard, sweaty workout. Ed pushed me hard through every rep and every set and I did the same for him. When we were done, I oiled his body with some baby oil and set up my camera. I shot three rolls of film of him working out nude, fully erect. His muscles glistened in the lights and bulged with the blood of the pump. When we had both had enough, we went up to the shower and spent a half hour just soaping and massaging each other's bodies under the hot water. "I suppose you have to get home to your wife," I said, as we were toweling off. "No, she left me last week. I told I was gay. We're splitting up." Ed spent the night and moved in the next weekend. We are regular workout partners now at our gym that's open whenever we're in the mood. --------------5E9294F727B--