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Joe The Plumber
Joe and I finished wrapping up the insulation around the new water main coming in from the street. I had just finished shoveling the last of the dirt into our hastily dug ditch, after Joe has neatly spliced the new section of pipe to both ends of the old pipe.
I'd awakened early on this chilly November Saturday to the sound of water running outside the house, and discovered a small geyser next to the deck.
Not knowing crap about plumbing, I hurriedly called my friend, Joe, the plumber.
"Joe, I need a huge favor," I said over the phone, explaining my crisis. We'd met when he came in last year for physical therapy. He'd thrown his back out and the doctor had prescribed six weeks of twice weekly stretching and massage.
We'd become friends during the therapy sessions and continued our friendship with an occasional fishing trip or a few beers at the neighborhood tavern while watching a game. I'd taken an instant liking to this huge, bearded hunk of a man. He was usually telling a joke or giving someone a hand.
I came up the steps to the deck, my boots still covered with mud, just as he was hosing off the deck, washing all of the debris into the flower bed. He had the hose in his huge, beefy hands and I needed to get him to rinse off my boots.
It had been a nasty couple of hours, as the old iron pipe had rusted out, and we had to dig back to more solid metal before Joe could put in the new patch. The weather had turned colder, a storm was moving in and the wind cut through my sweatshirt. In the last few minutes, it has started to rain, and now, I felt some hail spatter across the deck.
As I reached the last step, I slipped and fell forward, catching myself at the last second. Joe heard me shout and turned towards me, still holding his nozzle and hose. I staggered on one foot and regained my balance, as the water gushed into me, full force, soaking me from head to toe.
Cold water streamed off my head, through my beard, and down my chest. The torrent ran down into my pants, drenching my cock and balls, and drained into my boots. I stood in a growing puddle on the deck.
I took one look at my now-drenched condition and started to laugh.
"Thanks, buddy, for the shower. I must have looked kinda dirty to you," I laughed.
Joe began to laugh, too, his barrel chest shaking inside of his sweatshirt, as he looked over at my sodden condition. His sweatshirt arms bulged, trying to cover his massive biceps and shoulders. He was a bull of a man, and the sweatshirt hid his muscular torso and defined chest and abs.
Not wanting to be the only sodden creature on the deck, I reached over to the hose and wrestled the still-spurting nozzle out of his hands, and pointed the water cannon square at his chest, causing Joe to hoot and holler and let out a curse.
In no time at all, I had made him my almost-frozen equal, as we both chuckled at our predicament, both standing in an even larger puddle.
"I think we're done, here, Tonto," Joe said, as he reached over to turn off the faucet and reel up the hose. "Time to get inside and warm up."
We splashed over to the door, and began to kick off our boots. Our now water-laden sweatshirts came next, followed by our T-shirts. Joe's massive chest was soaked, his matt of black, curly hair still dripping water over his large reddish nipples. His hair and beard still dripped onto his chest and onto the deck, as he flung his sweatshirt onto the pile of our boots.
"Leave the rest of these soaking wet clothes out here, too," I said. "I don't want to track up the house with all this mud and water."
We both quickly stripped, piling up our clothes, as the wind gusted again, sending a second dousing of hail bouncing across the deck and our now naked shoulders.
Inside, I grabbed some towels from the bathroom, and we both mopped the ice water from our heads and our hairy bodies. I'd seen Joe's chest and back during the physical therapy sessions, but I'd never seen his cock. Until now. He was a fine specimen of an athlete. His uncut cock dangled over a set of large, furry balls, and his cockroot was hidden by a large pelt of curly black hair, which grew up to his lean, rippled belly and then into his furry, defined chest.
Joe's shoulders and chest were pink with the cold immersion we had just experienced, and he began to shiver slightly with the cold. His shoulders and arms prickled with gooseflesh.
"Lord, I'm cold," Joe said, as he stamped his feet and began to rub his hands over his chest and shoulders. He rubbed his shoulders harder, and then, with a grimace, cried out.
"Ouch, oh, oh, damn," he whimpered.
"Joe, what's the matter," I said.
"I think its my shoulder blade, again. I've got a spasm there, a big one."
I'd worked on Joe's shoulder a lot in our therapy sessions, and I knew he was vulnerable to cramps. And, he was vulnerable to another injury, especially when its cold.
Quickly, I began to rub and massage his massive shoulders and upper back. His skin was icy and his muscles were like cement. All the strength in my hands wouldn't be enough to release the grip of the muscle spasm.
"We need to get you in the tub real quick. Come with me, Joe, and we'll get this worked out," I said, grabbing Joe's hand and led him into the bathroom.
I started filling my large whirlpool tub, and I cranked the wall heater up. Joe stood there, bare-assed, his arms wrapped around his big chest, jumping up and down with cold, his now-icy cock dancing above his balls.
"Get in, Joe. We'll let the water run some more, but you need to start warming up now. Sit in the bottom of the tub, and let the hot water get up onto your back and neck," I said, as steam from the hot water tap started to cloud the mirror.
Joe stepped gingerly into the tub, as I steadied one arm. He moved one foot into the tub, and I gazed at his large cock and massive furry balls dangle and move with his hips and buttocks, as he put his feet into the rising water.
"Ahh, that feels good," Joe said, as he sat down on the tub bottom, and laid back, his chest opening up, his reddish nipples stiff with the cold water shower. A bit of curly armpit hair peaked around the edge of his large, sculpted pec.
"Sit right there, Joe," I said. "I'll be right back. I need to get something else for you."
I walked out to the living room, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses, my bare ass parading through the house. I looked outside, and the rain and hail had turned to snow, and the deck was quickly disappearing into a sheet of white.
When I re-entered the bathroom, the water level had covered Joe's chest, and was up to his furry chin. His cock lazily floated above his groin, just breaking the surface of the hot water. Steam had clouded the mirror, and the room was feeling warm and cozy.
I put the bottle and glasses next to the tub, and poured the yellow nectar into the glasses. Then, I walked back to the tub, squirted in a bit of bubblebath, and stepped into the tub next to Joe.
The hot water felt like heaven to me, and I hadn't realized how cold I had been. The contrast from near frozen skin to penetrating heat on every square inch tingled my skin and relaxed every muscle in my body.
"I'm going to work out that cramp and massage that muscle, Joe. But, we need to let the heat do its magic first," I said.
"in the meantime, you have other medicine to take," I said, reaching over to the glasses, putting one into Joe's meaty hand.
"Down the hatch, oh Master Plumber," I said. "You've earned this drink."
We both gulped down the golden liquid, which warmed, then burned my mouth, tongue, and stomach.
"Damn, that was nice," Joe said. "I'll take another shot, Doc."
Happy to oblige my naked, well-equiped friend, I poured us both another round, which was also quickly dispatched. I reached over and turned off the water, which was now near the top of the tub. I moved one leg around Joe's waist, so I was behind him, and able to work on his shoulders.
I began to work into his muscles, feeling the tension of his ropey back muscles, and the knot of stress underneath his shoulder blade. His muscles were large, well-defined, and still tan from the summer. My hands smoothly worked out the kinks in his back, and I moved up to his neck, easing more knots of tension.
Moving around to the front of his shoulders, I worked on those large muscles, drawing Joe back a bit, so that his back was against my hairy chest and belly. My hardening cock rubbed against his buttocks, as his lower back muscles touched my belly, and my balls and cock rubbed into his crack.
Joe squirmed a bit, as he moved back, closer to me, pushing me firmly against the tub.
"That feels real nice, Doc," Joe said. "Could you work a bit lower?"
Joe grabbed one of my hands and moved it down onto his pec, rubbing my finger into his nipple. He didn't have to encourage me anymore, as I began to finger his stiffening nip, and to caress the hairs of his chest.
Joe took my other hand and moved it down to his belly.
"Could you work out this stiffness, too, Doc?" Joe asked, as he moved my hand lower, into his thick pubes and onto his now-stiff manhood. He pushed my fingers onto his cockhead, and up against his shaft, gripping my hand as I began to grip his large, wide cock.
He leaned his head back against my shoulder, rubbing his beard against my neck, and sighed.
I kept up my therapy on Jim's nipples and chest, as well as his ever-hardening and growing cock. I moved down to his balls, feeling their massive size in their nest of thick fur, and sensed their tightening, as Joe's cock begged for release.
"Oh, yeah, Doc. Release that tension," Joe moaned.
Joe's hand explored my thighs, and moved up to grasp my cock, his rough, calloused hand rubbing gently against the silky skin of my own shaft, and the fur of my ballsac.
I reached over and turned on the jets for the tub, sending a swirl of hot water around our hairy bodies, turning the water and bubble bath suds into a mound of froth.
My hand moved faster and faster on Jim's stiff manhood, as he began to thrash and push against me, his muscles clenching and his hands grasping my thighs. Joe's breath grew ragged, irregular, and then he gasped and wheezed, his cock vibrating, shooting streams of cum out of the foam and against his chest.
Again and again, his cock pulsed and he shook, and then, he let out all of the air from his massive, bull chest, and opened his eyes.
I still grasped his slowly easing cock monster, and felt his balls drop back into his large, hairy sac.
"Feeling better, Joe?" I asked, running my thumb over his cockhead. Yet another spurt of cum flew out, and I rubbed the juice into his ballsac.
"Ya sure know how to warm a guy up, Doc."
Copyright 2008. Oregon bear