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The PlumbersPete and Joe hadn’t been working together very long. About six monthsearlier, Joe’s ex-partner’s wife got lucky with a lottery ticket, and Benresigned his position at Waterworks Inc. Management decided to pair up Petewith a new k**, and along came Joe. They’d hoped Pete would take the newbieunder his wing, train the k** to be as good a plumber as he was, andeventually reassign Joe to a trainee of his own. But in their six-months as ateam, Pete and Joe had a certain chemistry together. Joe was a fast learner,and Pete found he could rely on the younger man more and more. It wasn’t longbefore they had almost doubled the amount of calls they could take, and theirbosses decided to pair them permanently.One hot July afternoon, the men arrived at the site of what they thoughtwould be a quick assignment. They simply had to inspect the pipes in abathroom sink at small apartment in Brooklyn, assess the amount of time andmaterial necessary to replace those pipes, and return the following week forinstallation.The apartment owners were on vacation, but Waterworks had dealt with thebuilding’s landlord several times in the past, and the team was given openpassage into the small living quarters. Pete and Joe were trustworthy,hardworking family men, and weren’t about to start snooping around in astranger’s home.So this short assignment would be a breeze. Pete, who lived in theneighborhood and walked over, had arrived a few minutes ahead of Joe, and waswaiting inside the building, sipping a cup of coffee on the steps leading upto the apartment. He could have started without his partner, but Joe, beingslightly younger and more eager, got cranky if he felt he was missing out onsomething. Pete just thought Joe was stressed out because his wife wasexpecting twins. Hell, after Pete’s wife had the second of their two boys,Pete saw work as the only time he could relax. Joe would come around,eventually.When Joe arrived, he was dressed casually–as most Waterworks employeeswere–and empty-handed, except for his own cup of coffee. They wouldn’t needtools for this fast inspection, so all their gear was in the van, which Joehad parked outside.”Hey, man,” Joe said, as he walked into the small hallway.”Hey. So everything’s ready…apartment door is unlocked. We can just go inand check out the pipes.””I love these kinda jobs,” Joe said, as they climbed the stairs up to thetop floor of the building. “Nice and easy.””Yep. And with more time for lunch.” Despite the light assignment, Pete wasalready starting to sweat. It was a scorcher outside.The guys entered the apartment to find the bathroom on the immediate left. AsPete walked in to the small bathroom, Joe gave a casual glance around at theplace. He could immediately tell that it was a guy’s apartment. The place wassort of a mess. There were boxes and magazines everywhere, and it looked likethe renter was really casual about where he discarded his dirty laundry. Joe,being the more inquisitive of the two, would have gladly looked around a bitmore–but he knew that Pete would get pissed. Pete was really big aboutprivacy–other people’s and his own, and Joe knew that was one wall he’dnever break down.He liked Pete a hell of a lot, but he really missed the guys he worked withat his last job. They’d spend the whole day yapping about their personallives and sexual antics. Joe, who’d been married for over a year, was hornierthan a teenager, always looking to stick his dick in a willinghole–especially now that his wife, Laurie, wasn’t giving him any. But thatwas the kind of talk that Pete would frown upon.”Tiny room,” Pete remarked from the bathroom, pulling Joe out of his fog. Hehurried into the bathroom alongside his partner, who was already squattingdown and getting ready to inspect the pipes. The room was indeed small. Therewasn’t even a bathtub, just a shower stall. Add a toilet and sink to thespace and things were definitely tight. Joe pushed the door shut behind himinstinctively. He was used to working while his clients were home, and he’dfound that residents didn’t especially like the look or smell of sweatyplumbers.Joe squatted down beside Pete, who was pushing some cleaning gear aside tosee the pipes. “How’s it look?” Joe asked.”I dunno…I can’t see shit. We’re gonna need the flashlight.””Fuck, it’s in the van.” Joe stood. “I’ll be right back.”He reached for the doorknob, turned and pulled. And pulled. The door wouldn’tbudge. “What the fuck?!””What’s the matter?” Pete asked, barely glancing up.”The door. It’s stuck!”With a sigh, Pete rose from his position and let Joe step away. “Let metry.” He grabbed the knob and repeated Joe’s futile attempt at opening thedoor. Then he smiled. “Heh…looks like we’re stuck.”Joe wasn’t dealing with the situation well at all. “Stuck!?! Pete, thesepeople are on vacation! We could fucking starve in here! The landlord! We’llscream for the landlord.” He moved forward as if to bang on the door with hisfist, but Pete grabbed him by the wrist.”Sssh. The landlord had a court appointment. Won’t be back for a few hours.Just relax and calm yourself, k**. It’s not the end of the world.””Easy for you to say…this room is like a sauna. We’ll dehydrate.”Again, Pete grinned. “And I thought you were good at this job.” He walkedover to the sink, turned the knob, and let the cold water flow over hisfingertips. “Problem solved. And we’ve got our coffee cups, so we won’t haveto drink from the tap like a couple of a****ls. Ease down, already.” Heflicked his wet fingers in Joe’s direction, then turned off the tap.Joe seemed to be calming down and forced a weak smile. “So what happens now?”Pete shrugged illegal bahis siteleri his shoulders. “We get comfortable–and we wait. The landlordwill be back eventually to make sure everything’s in order and to lock theapartment. When we hear him, we’ll make sure he hears us. Okay?””Okay.”Pete sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat, Joe sat on the floor with hisback against the wall, facing Pete. And the waiting began.* * * * * *Within thirty minutes, the heat had become almost unbearable. Although themen had taken advantage of the limitless water supply, the tightly enclosedspace offered nothing in the way of air circulation. Something had to give.”I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna lose my shirt…it’s just toofuckin’ hot.” That came from Pete, breaking a long silence. Joe nodded, andwatched as Pete peeled off his t-shirt. His chest hair, though not as denseas Joe’s, was matted down with a layer of sweat. “Go ahead and getcomfortable, man…we’re here for the long haul.”Although somewhat surprised at Pete’s sudden openness, Joe figured the guymade sense. There was no point in torturing themselves. So with a shrug, Joetook off his t-shirt, as well. “I’m gonna take off my shoes, too.”Pete smiled. “I’ll see your shoes, and raise you a pair of socks.” Within aminute, the plumbers sat shirtless and barefoot, drinking water by thecupfull and slightly more comfortable than before.After a slight lull in conversation, Joe was the first one to speak. “This isall pretty embarrassing…ya know?””Yeah…pretty embarrassing. Pretty damn funny, too.””What’re we gonna tell the office when we get out?””The truth. That we got locked in a bathroom.”Joe seemed lost in thought for a second, then said, “Do we have to tell themeverything?”Pete raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?””Well…I’ve gotta pee.””So PEE!” Pete laughed, “Jesus, k**, you’d think you never took a leak infront of another guy before.” He stood up from the toilet and flipped the lidand seat up. “Fire away, buddy.” With a pat on the back, he let Joe squeezepast him, but the junior partner seemed to hesitate.”Shit…I dunno if I can–“”What, you want me to turn my back?” Pete looked at Joe like he was anidiot. “I had no idea you were such a shy little boy.” He moved forward andnudged Joe slightly out of the way. “Here, you jackass, I’ll go first.”Joe started to step back.”It’s okay. I don’t care if you see.” And with that he unzipped his jeans,pulled his briefs down, and took out his cock. Joe couldn’t believe what hewas seeing. This was a side of Pete that he never expected to encounter. Andwhat’s more, it looked like Pete’s dick was half hard. Joe looked up atPete’s face, and blushed at being caught looking.”It’s okay to peek. Can’t help but be curious about that kinda stuff.” Afew drops of piss hit the bowl, but it wasn’t a heavy flow yet. “Didn’texpect to be hard, but I’ve been holding it for a while…you know how it is.”Joe just nodded, as Pete closed his eyes and let the flow of his piss getstonger. Soon after, he was done. He gave his dick a couple of shakes, put itback in his briefs and zipped up his jeans. “Your turn,” he said.Feeling trapped in more ways than one, Joe exposed himself and took aim atthe toilet bowl. He was hard, too. “You’ve got a piss-hard, too, huh?” Petesaid. Then he turned to face the sink and ran some more water to fill hiscup. The sound of running water, and the fact that Pete seemed to have lostinterest in needling him, allowed Joe to unclench, and he pissed out ahealthy amount of urine. While he was pissing, he noticed that Pete had movedbehind him, although he’d left the water running (thankfully).Joe finished his endless leak and turned to his right to shut off the water.He still hadn’t gotten a look at Pete, who managed to be behind him the wholetime. When he did finally turn around, his jaw dropped. Pete had taken offhis pants and was standing there, just wearing a pair of briefs.”Sorry, man…it’s just too hot in here.”Joe nodded, and noticed that Pete’s dick still looked pretty solid in hisbriefs, and a drop of piss…or something…had clearly begun to stain thosebriefs with a little wet mark.”You gonna strip down, too?” Pete asked. Joe couldn’t tell, but Pete soundedalmost hopeful.Joe shook his head. “Nah…I’m comfortable like this right now.””No you’re not. C’mon…don’t lie. You know you’d like nothing more than tostrip everything off and take a cool, relaxing shower right now.””We can’t do that! What if the landlord comes back?””I didn’t say we SHOULD, just that you might WANT to.” Pete pulled at theelastic on his briefs and let it snap back against his waist. “So are yougonna leave me standing here alone like this, or what?”Joe started to unbutton his jeans. “This stays between us, right? Nobody isgonna hear about this?”Pete smiled and sat down on the floor. “No. Nobody is gonna find out aboutthis…no matter WHAT happens.”If he had time to think about it, that last remark would have given Joepause, but at the moment he was too concerned about what was happening in hiscrotch. As soon as he took off his pants, his erection was clearly trying tofight its way out of his briefs. He closed the toilet lid and sat down, whilePete eyed him silently.* * * * * *More time passed. More water was consumed. The guys made idle chit chat aboutwork, their friends and their wives. Then something happened that was sofucked up and decadent, that Joe thought he was having a hallucination or aheat-induced breakdown.Pete stood up and tapped Joe on the arm, as he said, “I need you to tradeplaces with me.””Huh? Sure. Sick of sitting on the floor?””Nope. youwin giriş I think my coffee has kicked in.””Gotta take another piss?””No man, I gotta take a shit.”The room was dead silent as Joe moved out of the way in a daze. There wasnowhere he could go, there was nothing he could do. He was gonna watch hisfriend and co-worker take a shit while he watched from less than three feetaway. He sat on the floor, facing Pete, and closed his eyes.”It’s okay, man–you don’t need to close your eyes.”Why was this happening? That was all Joe wanted to know. He opened his eyes,just in time to see Pete pull down his briefs and sit on the bowl.”Fuck it, I don’t need these,” Pete said, and let his briefs slip down tohis ankles, where he stepped out of them. And as he sat there, completelynaked with his cock standing at half mast, he let out a loud fart.”Jesus Christ!” Joe said.”What? I haven’t even started yet!” Pete was acting like this was the mostcasual thing in the world, as if getting naked and pissing and shitting infront of his friends was an every day occurence. To make matters even morecomplicated, he was absent-mindedly fondling his exposed dick.As Joe watched, speechless and revolted, he realized that he was gettingexcited, too. There was no doubt that this was disgusting, raunchy behavior,but watching another naked guy doing stuff that was so fucking personal…itwas just turning Joe on more than he could imagine.After a few seconds, Pete started to let loose. Loud farting noises wereaccented by the sound of his shit hitting the toilet water. He made a bigdeal of grunting and sighing while he released his bowls–and his left handnever left his cock.The stench was pretty overwhelming. “C’mon, Pete, gimme a Courtesy Flush forChrist’s sake!”Pete, unphased, reached behind him and flushed the bowl. “Better?””Yeah. Are you finished yet?””Just about.” After another couple of farts, Pete reached for the roll oftoilet paper, affixed to the wall on his right.”Aw, man…now I’ve gotta watch you do the wipe!?!” Joe was grossed out, butnot entirely. Part of him was really turned on watching his friend dosomething that nobody ever sees him do.”So you’ve been WATCHING me all this time, is that right?”Joe sat silently.”That’s okay. You can watch–if you want.” And Pete went about wiping hisass as if Joe wasn’t there. He flushed, washed his hands at the sink, andstood leaning against it. Gesturing at the shower, he said, “I might actuallywanna use that in a little while. Don’t wanna be untidy down below lateron.” He winked at Joe, who clearly felt his dick get even stiffer, as hewondered what was in store “later on”.* * * * * *It didn’t take long. In the minutes since Pete’s raunchy bowel movement,Pete had amused himself by leaning against the sink and reading anentertainment magazine. Joe doubted there were nude photos in the mag, butPete seemed to be getting turned on by something. He was casually strokinghis dick the whole time, as if he were alone in the room–not quite jerkingoff, but a bit more than fondling.Joe stared up at his companion and suddenly grimaced. “Come on…” hewhispered.”What?” Pete looked up from his magazine, almost in a daze.”Nothing.””No, it’s something. What?”Joe closed his eyes. “It’s just…””Just…?””I think I have to take a shit, too.”Pete let out a loud laugh as he threw the magazine down and took Joe by thearm. “Is that all?! Damn, you’ve already seen me take a crap, what’s the bigdeal? Just sit on the throne and lay that log, brother.”Joe didn’t even want to stand up, with his half hard dick tenting up hisbriefs, but he really had to go, and it looked like Pete didn’t give a damnone way or the other. He pulled his briefs down to just above his knees,tucked his dick under the rim of the seat, and after a few seconds ofconcentration, started pissing into the bowl.”Feels good, doesn’t it?” Pete remarked, standing a little bit too close forJoe’s tastes. He was about to comment on it when Pete threw him anothercurve.”You need to loosen up–it’s just us guys here!” Before Joe could react,Pete quickly grabbed Joe’s briefs and pulled them down his legs, over hisfeet and completely off his body. He was now sitting buck-fucking-naked onthe toilet, with a dick that was rapidly hardening. “Now you can take a dumpin comfort.”Joe was embarrassed and excited all at once. He didn’t want to do this…buthe did. Just as he was secretly getting off on exposing himself to Pete–andwatching Pete do the same–he wanted his buddy to see him do this. Butnothing was happening. “Dude, I–I can’t go…it’s just not working.”Pete, who seemed to have no end of surprises to dish out today, stepped evencloser. With his hard cock just inches from Joe’s face, he started rubbingJoe’s tense shoulders. “Sure you can…just relax…let it happen.”As Pete rubbed, his dick bobbed up and down. Joe noticed a tiny pearl ofpre-cum had formed at the tip, and his own cock, no longer tucked under theseat rim, was pointed up to his belly. Without thinking, he took hold of hisand started masturbating slowly. “That…that feels good.””I know it does, man. So ease down…let it go…take that dump for me…comeon.”Joe pushed, and everything seemed to happen at once. As he took his first,coffee-induced crap of the day, Pete’s stepped even closer, letting his hardcock rest against Joe’s face.”Yeah, baby…that’s it…open up for me…”He was still shitting when he opened his mouth and Pete’s dick slid right in.Joe’s first thought was “What the fuck?!?” but all that came out was amuffled “Mmmphfff!” Pete was completely in control now. There was nowhereJoe canlı bahis could go. He was trapped in this bathroom, on a toilet, in the middle ofa major shit and his friend and partner was r****g his mouth with gusto.And Joe had never been more turned on in his life.Pete just kept on pumping. “Take it…take that motherfucking cock…I knowyou want it! You’re not gettin’ any at home, I know…I see that hard cockof yours every day we’re on the job! Ugh! Yeah! Suck it! I knew I’d get thatmouth of yours on my rod sooner or later! Uhhh, baby! Feels so fucking good!”Gradually, he slowed his pace. “You gonna play nice if I back off for aminute?””Mm-hmm.””Okay, then.” Pete pulled his dick out of Joe’s mouth, stepped back, andglanced down at his buddy’s crotch. “So, you ARE enjoying this. Well, don’tcum yet–I’m not done.” He turned to the sink and started filling anothercup with water. “Wipe your ass, Joe. And flush the bowl–it smells like atoilet in here.”Joe did as he was told…wiped…flushed…and sat, waiting. Pete downed hiswater, then took in a second cup.”All this water…fills a guy up, you know?” Pete said, again facing hisfriend. Joe took the hint and started to stand, but Pete put a firm handon his chest, holding him in place. “You stay there. Just sit back.”Joe understood what was in store. Given what he’d just done, it wasn’t thehighest point on the Disgusting Scale, and disgusting or not, he wanted tofeel it. He wanted Pete to piss on him.Joe sat as far back on the toilet seat as he could, so that there was a smallopen space at his crotch, then he looked up at Pete and nodded. That was allit took. Pete let loose with a massive stream of urine, clear from all thewater he’d drunk. It hit Joe in the chest at first, splashing all over theplace. For a second, he worried that they’d have to clean it up before theyleft, then he didn’t care. Pete directed his stream up and down Joe’s chestand stomach. The hot piss ran down his body, over his cock and balls andtrickled into the toilet bowl.But Pete wasn’t done.”Open your mouth.”The command took a second to process, then Joe opened his mouth as wide as hecould. Pete pointed his cock directly at his partner’s waiting mouth andemptied out his bladder. Joe’s mouth filled with salty urine, and he let itrun down his chin. Without missing a beat, Pete shoved his cock back intoJoe’s mouth, forcing Joe to swallow whatever piss was still in his mouth–andhe wasn’t sure, but he thought Pete let a little more go while he was suckinghim off.After a few minutes of sucking, Pete backed off again. “You feeling okay?””Yeah,” Joe answered, surprised that it was the truth. “Yeah, I feel great.””Good. Let’s get cleaned up.” He opened the door to the shower stall andturned on the water. Soon, both men were standing under a stream of hotwater and lathering themselves up with soap.”What the fuck are we doing, Pete?””Ssshh. Not now.”Joe realized that he had to pee, so he just let it go. Pete noticed and addedhis own stream of urine. He turned the shower nozzle away from them so theycould feel the piss hit their feet.Pete got a sly look on his face. “I wasn’t planning on this, but what thefuck?” And with that, he got on his knees while Joe was still peeing, andclamped his mouth over Joe’s dick. Joe just kept urinating, watching the pissoverflow his buddy’s mouth, and when he was finished he groaned with pleasurebecause Joe was now treating him to the best blowjob of his life.”Oh…Pete…suck it…Jesus Christ that feels soo….suck it…yeah!”He was just about to cum when Pete pulled off. “Pete, that was so good, I–“”Shut up, Joe.” And with that, Pete kissed Joe full on the lips. The two,supposedly straight, married buddies made out like teenagers at a schooldance, their tongues twisting and sliding against each other. Joe felt anurge to suck on Pete’s tongue, so he did. He was about to slide down and suckPete off again when Pete grabbed him gentley by the chin.”Let’s wash up,” he said.They washed quickly and thoroughly, in silence. When they were done, Peteopened a closet and tossed Joe a towel, using the one on a wall rack forhimself.”So what now?””Now? We’re gonna finish this up before it gets any later. C’mere.” Petedirected Joe to sit on the floor. They sat facing each other, with theirhairy legs wrapped around each other. Their cocks were inches apart. “Jerk itwith me, Joey.”And they did. As they kissed and swapped spit, as they touched each other andgrabbed at their nipples, they jerked off. A couple of times each man cameclose to orgasm, but eased down momentarily. In the end, though, there was nostopping it.”Pete, man–I’m gonna….””Me, too…””Fuck!””FUCK!!!””UGH!! UGH!!!”They each shot a massive load on themselves. Joe had never seen another guycum that much. He looked at Pete in amazement.After a few moments of stunned silence, they rose, opting to clean themselveswith toilet paper.”It’s getting late,” Joe said, feeling a bit awkward now that things hadpassed. “We should get dressed.” He started pulling on his clothes, and Petedid the same. But Pete had one last rabbit to pull out of his hat.”Let’s see what we can do about getting out of here.” He walked to the doorand lightly banged on it twice, just above the doorknob. Effortlessly, heopened the door to the apartment and to freedom.Joe was dumbfounded. “How the fuck did you do that? We could’ve been outtahere hours ago!”Pete threw him one of his patented grins. “You really wanna know?””Uh…fuck, yes.””Well, take a look around, buddy. We’re standing in my new apartment.””Wha–?!?””Yeah, I left the wife a few weeks ago…been renting this place. I love herand all, but every so often, I need a little dick in my life. I had theimpression that you might need some, too.””Unbelievable.”Pete threw an arm around Joey. “Yeah. Unbelievable. But kiss me, anyway.”It was another hour before they returned to work.The End.

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