Plumber's Crack: Chapter 2

I shook his hand and blushed, immediately sensing that he was gay. After introducing myself I awkwardly led him to the bathroom and explained the problem. He stepped in to fiddle with the knobs which was when I got visual confirmation that his ass was indeed quite ample. It was so fat and bubbley that the top of his cheeks spilled out of the waist of his pants, causing his tee to become ever so slightly untucked. He bent down to his knees with a grunt while balancing himself on the sink, causing his pants to fall even lower to expose a classic plumber’s crack. I felt myself getting hard and walked out of the bathroom, overheated and embarrassed. 

I poured a glass of water to calm down. How in the world was I lucky enough to get a gay plumber that was this hot no less. How many gay men are actually plumbers? And of those how many are this fucking sexy?! I had to make a move, but what? He lumbered out of the bathroom while struggling to pull up his pants. 

“Easy fix but I gotta pick up some parts from the hardware store. I’ll be back in a few.” 

He left and I collapsed on my bed. I wanted to jerk off, but it was better to save my nut just in case. How do I make a move? Then it hit me. I ordered two burgers with fries and a six pack from the diner nearby and squeezed into my tightest jeans. Well, all my jeans were tight at this point, but this pair really put my ass on display. 

Jimmy arrived with the parts and got to work, but my delivery was running behind. Unexpectedly, he hollered for me from the bathroom. Confused, I walked in to see him lying on his back partially under the bathtub. His belly sat like a mountain of meringue atop his body, his shirt riding up to reveal a dense happy trail obscuring red stretch marks. It was all I could do not to pounce on him. 

“What’s up?” I queried.

“So, I need some help down here. I need you to hold this pipe closed while I switch out this bolt over here. I could do it but might have some minor leakage. So just get on your back like me and slide under.”

My heart was fluttering. I nervously got on my knees, which wasn’t an easy feat in the jeans i had squeezed into, and slid under. Our heads were about a foot apart and I could smell his manly scent. Outside the tub, our bodies were fully touching. The warmth of his belly spilled over onto mine and I could feel myself getting hard. I began dripping sweat from the body heat and yearned to remove my hoodie. I did as he requested and the whole procedure went swimmingly until I heard the doorbell ring. 

“Oh that’s my food,” I said and tried to wriggle out unsuccessfully. 

It wasn’t going to be easy getting out of there. He advised that I roll onto my side and push myself out. I took his advice and ended up mashing my face into his sopping wet armpit on my way out. I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t acknowledge what had just happened. As I rushed to the door I could smell his stink on my face. I licked the salty sweat from my lips. 

“Smells good! Burger?” he bellowed, walking out from the bathroom. 

“You know it!” I looked inside the bag and feigned surprise, “They gave me an extra if you wanna chill and have a beer?” 

“Only if you keep it a secret so I can bill management for my time?” 

“You got it.”