I was driving one of the electric forklifts in the wholesale warehouse where I work. I needed to piss so bad it was giving me a hard-on inside the loose-fitting orange denim coveralls the company safety policy insisted we wear. I didn't want to take a break and go to the can, because I knew I would get shit for it. The company was pushing for more productivity and had even started insisting we go to the can only at break times.

Of course, such a rule was completely unenforceable under union agreements, but they tried anyway, and we'd get a hard time for going. So it was that as soon as I turned off the forklift, stepped down, and headed toward the can, Ronny, one of the most despised foremen, a real company weasel, came scurrying over.

"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded.

"To take a leak," I informed him. "My bladder's about to burst!"

"You know you're supposed to do that at break time," he insisted. I saw him glance down at my crotch and saw him notice the huge tent in my overalls. I was not wearing anything underneath, so my woody stood out proudly.

"You're just going there to beat your meat," he accused. "That's not covered under any union contract!"

"Nope," I denied, "but you can come along and give me a hand if you like."

"You're disgusting," he replied. "Well, go on, then. But I'll be timing you."

I left him there fuming, and headed off for the washroom. I really had to go, and I unsnapped the studs down the front of my coveralls as I went, letting the slightly cooler air flow in. It was a hot day outside, and even hotter in this metal-roofed building.

As soon as I entered the washrooms, I saw I was not alone. The company had finally hired a plumber to fix one of the two urinals which had been l flooding the place regularly for weeks. He was on his back on the floor, reaching up under the urinal, and from his hand action was obviously tightening a nut onto a bolt.

He heard, rather than saw me come in.

"Hey, buddy," he called. "Would you mind handing me that smaller wrench by my hip?" The man had discarded his denim work shirt, because it was very hot in here, and he was bare to the waist, showing off his admirable six-pack of abs and his excitingly hairy chest and treasure trail. I always admire a handsome man, even when he's laying on a piss-covered floor.

I quickly located the wrench he wanted and placed it in his hand.

"Thanks, man," he said, and went to work finishing tightening the nut. I went about my business at the second urinal, just a couple of feet away. I had a little trouble getting started, maybe a little from stage-fright,but mostly because my hard-on was even harder than before. Just as I did start pissing, the plumber finished what he was doing and stood.

"That should do it," he said. "A good workman always tests his own product," he added, and unzipped his fly, hauled out a large cock, and started to piss in the newly-repaired urinal. My dick got even harder when I saw that his cock was also hard.

He did not fail to notice that I was staring at his cock. I also saw that he was staring at mine. Finished pissing, he began to stroke the monster. I did likewise, passing the signal that I was interested and willing.

"Want to suck me?" the man asked. I didn't need to be asked a second time. I let my coveralls slip to my feet, and knelt on the floor in front of him. I was pretty sure no-one else would come in, not with hawk-eye Ronny ferreting about outside. Most of the other guys were scared of Ronny. I knew he was just a little weasel.

With his booted foot, the plumber slid his denim shirt toward me. "You can kneel on that," he said. HIs jeans were held in place by the foam kneepads he had strapped to his knees. A great invention for cock-sucking, I thought to myself as I reached for his man-meat.

His huge, circumcised cock stood out proudly, with a sightly upward bend. I had to open my mouth really wide to get the head in my mouth.

"Oh, man, I've needed this!" the plumber exclaimed as his cock edged into my mouth and down my throat. The smell of his sweaty pubes close to my nose was astoundingly erotic, making me harder and harder, hornier and hornier.

I drove his cock as far down my throat as I could, but it was too big for me to deep-throat, and its upward bend made that even more of an impossibility. I drew my mouth off his cock and massaged it with my hand.

"You have a fantastic cock," I told him as I fondled it.

"Want me to fuck you with it?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I agreed, but I was a little worried about how big it was.

He must have realized. "Don't worry," he said. "I've got sone silicone-based lubricant in my tool box. It works just as good on dicks and assholes as it does on pipes." He bent to his toolbox and found the small, nozzled can. "Come with me," he ordered.

The man led me into one of the open cubicles. Sitting on the shitter, he kicked off his jeans, so now he was clad only in socks and boots. His massive cock stood vertical against his chest. "Come closer," he ordered. "Turn around." I did so, and felt the thin nozzle of the lube can enter my asshole, then a gentle pressure as he squirted a little into me. "Climb up here," he said.

By now I had completely undressed. Naked I stepped up onto his lap on the pedestal pan. The plumber leaned back slightly. These shitters had no water tank, so he was able to lean right back against the wall, giving me good access to his huge penis. I lowered myself down onto it gradually, and the man guided it into me with his hand.

I felt like screaming at the pain, but I also wanted it so bad I held myself back. After all, I was in control of his penetration of my ass. I paused in lowering myself to allow myself to become used to the pain, which was subsiding even as I paused. I clung to his back with one hand to steady myself. The plumber assisted me, with one of his arms wrapped around my back.

Rested, I lowered myself more and my ass muscles opened easily to accept the penetration. They opened more and my hole widened and accepted the knob, the widest part. Then he was through and his knob and shaft slid into me as I left myself sit down onto him. I let out a gasp as the whole thing was into me and I was sitting right down on him.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded, and began to lift my ass up and down on his rigid cock. He bent his mouth up to meet mine on the downstroke, and our mouths opened and I could taste his saliva mixed with the gum or candy he had recently been chewing mix with my own.

By now my ass was accustomed to his eight inches of thick muscle in it, and I was able to enjoy the sensation. I wriggled myself up and down and side to side to experience it totally.

"This is so fucking hot!" he whispered in my ear. I couldn't agree more. I bounced on his cock faster and harder, wanting his juices in me. Ronny the Weasel and the forklift and the warehouse could wait. Far more earth-shattering things were happening right here in this washroom cubicle.

The plumber gasped, and gritted his teeth. "I'm cumming!" he whispered. I bounced faster and clenched my sphincter to draw all his man-juice out of him and into me. I loved to have a load of cum inside me, and my muscles were tight enough to hold it in until it was gradually absorbed by my body tissues.

He held me steady while I put my feet to the floor and lifted off him and let him relax a little. His cock was still hard and shiny with the silicone lube he had used.

"Thanks," I said. "That was great!" and headed for my coveralls.

"No, don't go yet," the workman objected. "You fuck me now."

"I'd better be getting back to work before the foreman comes looking for me," I stated half-heartedly. My cock was still rock hard.

"Just a quickie," he begged, and was already lowering himself onto a drop-sheet he had spread on the open floor.

I couldn't resist his tight, inviting buns.

"OK, a quickie," I agreed and squatted over him. He handed my up the slim squeeze can of lubricant.

"Put just a little shot in my hole," he instructed, "and smear a bit on your cock."

For the first time I got a close look at it. It looked like one of those little cans of 3-In-One oil, but the brand name was Plumber's Helper, and the label boasted "Silicone Based. Water Soluble. Will Loosen Anything." Yes, I thought, like tight assholes.

I smeared a little on my cock. It certainly was a very slippery concoction. I lowered myself down onto him, guiding my cock to his wet and inviting asshole. I slipped inside him easily.

"Yes, that's good," he sighed as I drove right down onto and into him. I bounced up and down on him over and over again, my stiff rod driving in and out of his clenching manhole. "Oh, yes! Yes!" he cried.

"Do you want I should I should cum in your ass?" I asked. After all, he had given me his load, and it was still there inside me. I was planning to carry it round all afternoon.

"No," he told me. "I want to taste it. I want to swallow it. Cum on my face, in my mouth."

So I pulled out of him and stood up. He rolled over onto his back as I began beating my boner, pumping up the juices.

The plumber opened his mouth and reached up greedily, poking out his tongue in expectation of my load. I did not disappoint him.

I squirted a huge load, all over his face, but most of it was in and around his mouth. He slurped it all down like it was cream. I guess that's what it was - man cream!

As we dressed, he gave me his business card and suggested we should get together after hours some time.

When I returned to my fork, Ronny the Weasel was waiting.

"I was timing you!" he squealed. "You took fifteen minutes!"

"So?" I asked. "I took a shit while I was there!"

"Nobody takes that long to shit!" he objected.

"I was constipated." I explained.

"Bullshit!" Ronny exclaimed. "You were beating off," he accused.

"Yes," I admitted. "And I also fucked the plumber's ass!" I knew he wouldn't believe me.

"You are so full of shit!" he cried.

"No," I replied calmly."I'm full of cum. He fucked me, too."

"You are so disgusting!" Ronny snarled and he scuttled off to berate some other worker.

I just smiled and fingered the plumber's card in my pocket.

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