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I guess I was stupid, but I had always thought a garbage disposal was for getting rid of organic waste in a convenient, modern way.
I had just bought a house in the suburbs of Los Angeles, and one night as I was fixing dinner I thought nothing of throwing potato peels and onions down my handy dandy garbage disposal. That is until my sink started backing up.
What a pain in the ass. Finished dinner, and started calling plumbers from the yellow pages. I found one, but of course, no one would be able to come out until the next day. Typical.
The next day, I got off work early to get home by 5:30 P.M., and luckily arrived home at 5:15 with fifteen minutes to spare. A quick piss and a toke, and I was ready to get rid of that glob in my sink.
I heard the van pull up in front. I walked to the front door, opened it, and waited for the guy to get out of the van and come in. Strange thing is that he just sat there for a while. I thought I saw him smoking, and what the hell I thought, he wasn't due here for a few more minutes, and I know what it is like to have a smoke break. So I closed the door and carried on about my business until I heard a knock on the door.
I opened the door to one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. Of course I was quick to welcome him in to fix my problem.
I pointed to the kitchen and walked behind him. His ass was so mighty fine! Tight Levi 501's! We looked at the problem, he asked me how it happened. I told him what I had already done to attempt to fix the blockage.
He had to get under the sink, so I hauled out everything that was under it. About that time, I had this feeling that I had seen him before. Anyway, he crawled under the sink with half his body laid sprawled out on the floor.
I had a hard time keeping myself from jumping on his body right there and then. Tight pants, slim body and the biggest fucking basket one would ever want, or hope to see.
That man was packing one of the healthiest mounds that I had ever seen. I was retrieved from my ice cream parlor paradise when he asked me to hand him a tool. I swallowed hard when he grabbed his crotch as I found the tool and handed it to him.
He took the wrench and our handoff of the tool lasted just two seconds more than it normally would have. I started getting a boner.
So did he.
Having had a lover for two years at that point, my conscience immediately kicked in, and it took every ounce of will power to hold a tight rein on my lust. It was made even harder by the fact that he kept scratching his ever increasing mound.
At midpoint in this heart pounding episode, he crawled out from under the sink and started rummaging through his tool box. Somewhere in the conversation he told me that he had grown up in this neighborhood and had always fantasized about getting into this house.
I asked him where he lived, he told me, and then said the line that shall forever be etched into my memory when I asked him if he had roommates and he said "No, it's just me and my tools". I nearly fainted dead in my tracks as he looked down and grabbed his groin and gave it a tug and then purposefully looked back up at me and smiled. I fucking nearly passed out stone cold.
Somehow I managed to keep my wits about me and let him finish the plumbing job, paid him, got his pretty ass out the door and fairly flew into my bathroom to pound off one of the healthiest loads that I have ever spurted in my life. Man was he so fucking hot!
Later that night as I pondered the experience alone while relaxing in my easy chair, I sat straight up when I remembered where I had first seen him.
It was a cold southern California night a few years back. Cold nights bring out the horny monster in me. I jumped into my car and drove over to a neighboring city to a notorious book store.
As I got out of my pickup, my dick was already getting hard. I gave the jerk behind the counter my five dollars to get a fist full of quarters. I knew which booths to head for. I had been there before, many times.
I found "my booth" and promptly put a few quarters in and began looking at the flicks. Funny thing, when I go to a porn store, I always watch the straight flicks. There is nothing like watching some guy pound pussy to the sound of some bitch screaming obscenities to get a guy really going.
Yea, fuck that pussy I said under my breath as I began to work my stiff, oozing dick. I was really getting into the moment. I like to work it slow, then fast. Keep getting to the edge without going over it. Working myself up to a major blow.
About ten minutes into the jack-a-rama , I noticed some movement to my right. (The booths, though private, do not have doors on them and there is one neighboring booth that one can see into if you try hard enough) I didn't really think anything of it so I continued working my nasty fucking cock.
That bitch was really fucking that stud back in the flick that I was watching. I had just tapered off for the third time when I heard this string of words hurled my way. The guy in the next booth fairly hissed as he spat these words "I wanna suck your dick!"
I sat straight up and peered over. The man in the booth was a fucking knockout. I looked at him and said honestly "you want to suck my dick?" (I could hardly believe my ears)
He said "yea". I looked at him and thought that I should be the one sucking HIS dick, I said "well okay".
I stood up and walked dick first into his booth. I had the presence of mind to drop some quarters into his machine, and that was the last sane thing I thought of from that moment on.
He was on his knees and grabbed my dick with his fist and started one of the sweetest suck jobs that I had ever had. Fuck, I couldn't believe that that handsome face was working my dick!
He had a white tee-shirt on, faded Levis that were opened with his huge uncut dick jutting out at a 90 degree angle. I fucking melted into that moment and into his warm, wet mouth. I could hear the sound of his mouth and spit as he worshiped my meat. The glare of the cheap video made my dick shine with his spit.
A thousand senses lurched into focus. The faint smell of urine, the smell of dried cum by the hundreds of gallons, and a healthy dose of Pinesol cleaning fluid.
I was getting closer by the moment.
I grabbed his cocksucking face, pulled my dick out of his mouth, leaned over and kissed his hot nasty lips. I fucking buried my tongue into his mouth. I pulled my face off him and holding his head, speared his throat.
I began to rut. Fucking that face so slowly. I could see streamers of spit drip to the floor. He was working that big fucking dick of his. As he matched my plunging motion with his hand, I saw his foreskin capping and uncapping his dickhead.
I lost all sense of propriety at that point. The fucking video had long since run out, and I was too fucking close to stop now. Breathing heavily, spewing curses like a drunken sailor I began to furiously fuck his face.
The sound of my balls slapping his wet chin; The feel of his throat as I gagged him time and time again; his muffled grunts that sounded like a crazed beast along with my fucking dirty talk all blended into one of the most beautiful symphonies that I will ever remember in my lifetime.
As I began to erupt, I looked down to see rope after rope of his cum jettison onto my pant legs. I fucked his face deep and mightily.
As our mutual eruption subsided, I felt my knees buckle and I had to grab the thin wall behind me to stop my descent.
I pulled my turgid dick out of his mouth with a pop, grabbed his head, kissed him deeply, put my dick back into my pants, and walked out of the store to my pickup, never suspecting that that hunk of a man would someday fix my pipe again!