I knew I was screwed when the toilet overflow the third time that night. I had to call a plumber. I hated to do it since I was in between jobs but I had to have functioning toilets. After searching the phone books I called a local guy to fix my problem. At that moment I envisioned my money going the way my life was, down the toilet.
Until recently, I had always considered myself lucky. Having only average looks, standing 5'11 and a 6" cock I had somehow landed quit a beautiful wife. But when you think you're lucky sometimes you push your luck. I know I did. I kept having fantasies about men and their cocks. I had never had any gay experiences. My wife caught me with gay pictures on our home computer. She was just couldn't accept my explanation and she left me. I gave her almost everything and if our house hadn't been such a dump she would have taken that too.
When she left me I did a lot of soul searching and finally arrived at the conclusion that I was at the minimum bisexual. Alone, I was free to explore my fantasies. I found the rugged macho type exciting. Being shy and unsure, I instinctively knew that I would be submissive. I bought gay videos and magazines. I even tried to fuck myself with a 7" dildo that I purchased. My wife had destroyed my confidence. But I slowly worked up the nerve to experiment with another guy. I was almost ready to try sucking cock when the economy went in the tank and my company laid me off.
Then there's my latest bit of bad luck the plumbing.
I almost broke down while plunging my overflowing toilet. I call the plumber. Bill a 50-year-old plumber showed up at my door with his young 20-year-old helper John. They were both big guys. I guess the hard manual labor either requires or make a person that way. I think Bill was eastern European from his complexion and accent. John was a black guy from the states as far as I could tell.
Bill was pushy in person. If I didn't need help so bad I would have asked him to leave and called someone else.
They examined my sinks and toilets. I led John to the kitchen. Bill went in the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom to get access to the pipes. He opened the closet before I return from the kitchen to stop him. Bill found my stash of gay porn in the bottom of the closet.
When I returned from the Kitchen he was looking down at the opened box full of gay videos and magazines. Bill picked up my dildo for a second. He shook it at me and dropped it back in the box. He handed me the box with a smug look on his face.
Bill said, "It looks like you have been having fun."
Embarrassed, I took the box. I wanted to ask him to leave but I didn't have the nerve. I still needed my plumbing fixed. He opened the access and examined the pipes. Bill told me that my pipes looked fine. He sent John for the line cleanout tool.
Bill said, "We need to discuss payment. So far it will cost you $70.00 but the pipe cleanout will cost $450.00."
I didn't have that kind of cash readily available. I asked, "Will you take a credit card."
He replied, "We don't take credit cards. We only accept cash and checks."
"Can I post date the check?"
"I don't think that is a good idea. Look we can leave right now if you just pay me the $70.00."
"I need my toilet."
"You have to pay me for the work."
"Look, Bill is there anyway we can work it out. I just don't have that cash right now. Please."
He got real mad and started yelling about me being deadbeat and trying to cheat him. I thought he was going to hit me. I couldn't understand most what he was saying. Then he went for my porn stash. He grabbed the dildo and waved it in my face.
He said, "You fag cocksucker. You will pay me for my work or I will beat you with this rubber cock."
I was really scared. Then all at once he calmed down.
Bill said, "I tell you what fagboy, you can work off your debt by sucking my cock."
After some back and forth I agreed to suck his dick. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large 9" cock. It was uncut and the hood almost completely covered his fat cockhead. It was huge. I told him that I had never done this before.
