I was casually watching a television documentary when a doctor with a PHD stated there are many retired homosexuals who are living well but the majority of gay men who retire are living in poverty because in their younger years they never got into lucrative professions such as carpenters, plumbers or electricians. I shook my head in disbelief at this so called expert’s misconceptions and conclusions, I even had the thought run through my mind he is no doubt one of the old school liberators who maintain homosexuality is a disease and can be cured, as if homosexual and bisexual men seek or even want a cure.

I am a little older now and happily married to a fine woman with whom we raised a small family, but that is not to say I have been completely straight with the world or naïve in fact I have secretly as many married men have, stepped out of my role and throughout my life confidentially enjoyed sexual contact with other men, not often but enough times to admit I am a bisexual and still am active in that covert and satisfying cocoon.

Two very vivid events immediately popped into mind, beautiful and spontaneous meetings that proved the good doctor was totally full of shit.

For the past twenty odd years I have worked for the municipality in the building department and have on occasion went into the field to inspect certain properties. A project just on the city limits was in construction, the site planned ten three bedroom homes with an adjacent site to be added when the original homes were sold. I had been to the empty acreages and again when the homes were in the first stages of being built and had met one of the construction foremen, a tall six foot three inch tanned Adonis somewhere on his middle forties, a strapping and striking man who carried his 210 pounds with muscular authority. His smile was enticing and one could not help but be attracted to him no matter their sexual orientation. We had long conversations, some in regard to construction but again just to guys shooting the breeze over a bad cup of coffee.

Most of the homes were completed with "for sale" signs already on their front lawns and I had to do a report on the new site. I will call him George, not his real name but George seems to suit him, well George and I had to walk through a wooded area then through some tall reedy grass and then another wooded lot to get to the new site. It was early summer and so I took off my tie and opened my shirt collar, no need for stuffiness out here in the wilds. George was somewhat quiet as we made our way through the tall grass and I turned around to see him standing almost directly behind me. I am a small man compared to him, at least six inches shorter and as I turned around he took me by the shoulders and kissed me square on the lips, not a forceful kiss but one that was gentle, sensuous and caring. Without realizing, I kissed him back. While his lips and mine were locked in a surging desire I felt his hand begin to explore my crotch, he did not have to search because my almost seven inch cock was already hard. I followed his lead and found his hard area as easily as he found mine. He groped with my belt but I assisted even unlatching my pants and pulling down my zipper, he was doing the same to his pants. George loosed my lips and placed his fingers on each side of my outer and inner underpants and as he lowered himself to his knees he took my clothing with him. I stood naked from the waist down, my eyes semi shut but I did not have to see anything, his gentle hands and kisses informed me what was happening down there. Oh the journey to paradise as his moist lips circled my cock and he took me deep into his mouth and began to suck. I placed my hands on the back of his head and slowly, deliberately fucked his willing mouth. He sucked until he knew my body was tensing so he stood and gestured for me to go down. His pants and jockey shorts were around his ankles and his cock was hard and ready. His body was solid, all muscle and he had a tan line from his waist to his thighs rendering his cock area florescent white, what a turn on. His cock was as long as mine but not as thick, cut with a nice large knob, I gobbled him up like a starving man sucking feverishly while embracing his round ass with both my hands. I was lost in a world all my own when I tasted his come invading my mouth, he moaned and gasped but I kept sucking and swallowing with each new fountain of love juice and kept sucking until he backed off slipping his cock to freedom. I stood up and he took my cock in his hand and began jacking me off explaining and apologizing after he shoots his load he is unable to get up enough to suck me off but would never let me leave without being satisfied. It didn’t matter, within seconds of his massive hand working my foreskin I pumped a load that squirted at least a foot away and I kept coming until I thought the tickle that resembled lightening going from my brain through my body and out my cock would overcome me. George took a clump of tall grass and wiped my come off his hand and the bit that splashed on his jeans then with his engaging smile, kissed me long and hard. We returned our pants to their rightful positions and continued on to the new site both fully satisfied and although that was our first and only time, we still nod to each other with knowing smiles the few and rare times our paths cross.

The kitchen sink drain began running slow then almost to a stop and everything I did to alleviate the clog was useless so I scanned the yellow pages and randomly chose a plumber. I was told someone would be out the following day but no specific time. My wife had errands to do so rather than both of us waste the day waiting; she decided to set out leaving me home alone to guard the fort. I was wandering around the house in moccasins and walking shorts with no underwear when the doorbell rang. A slender man in his early thirties introduced himself, "Hi, I am Jeremy, I hear you have a problem." I invited him in and after evaluating the clog went to his truck to retrieve the necessary tools. He was in the kitchen, down in the basement and back in the kitchen several times and while he was bent over under the sink clanging with his pipe wrench I chuckled. He enquired what was funny and I remarked seeing the upper part of his bum sticking out from his jeans that the phrase "plumber’s crack" was a real thing. He sort of apologized but I replied it was nothing I had not seen before. In about a half an hour he had everything running smoothly and had even replace one of the pipes to make it easier to clean in case the problem arose again. We sat at the kitchen table and I offered him a Pepsi, he wrote out the invoice and I paid him but I did mention a faucet handle in the bathroom tub that had seized up and what could I do about it? He said show me and we walked the entire length to the other side of the house to the main bathroom. He tried the handle and it worked perfectly and he gave me a sly side glance but to my surprise he knelt down in front of me next to the tub, not more than two feet from where I was standing and began explaining how the faucet could be replaced. It was then my turn to apologize because I told him it was not the hot water at all, it was in fact the cold water and I bent over him to turn it on to prove my point. The next moves seemed to be choreographed because as I bent over he still did not move and now his face was no more than three inches from my crotch. As I bent over him adjusting the faucet I felt my cock harden, something he also noticed but neither of us backed away.

"Well it is good to see not all of your plumbing has a problem," he said in a sultry, suggestive whisper.

It was then I backed off but he stayed in the squatted stance running his hand back and forth over his dick as he spread his legs wide open. The thought of right or wrong, should I or shouldn’t I never crossed my mind, instinctively I slid the rubber waist band on my walking shorts down and stood in all my glory naked as a jay bird and hard as a rock. He leaned forward and caressed my balls and cock shaft then took my cock into his mouth. His tongue rolled around my cock knob and he licked up one side and down the other of my solid cock shaft and sucked deep, wet and warm. His left hand held my ass cheek and his right hand slid between my legs, his fingers searching for my ass hole. He finger fucked me and sucked my cock I swear as good or better than I had ever been sucked before and between my gasping and moaning I could hear my own voice urging him and telling him how good he was. He then stood up and unbuckled his pants dropping them to the floor revealing a beautiful uncut thick hard cock. I knelt down and took him into my mouth sucking him greedily exploring his ass, balls, chest and boy tits with my hands. I wanted his youthful come and he did not disappoint me shooting streams of come into my mouth mumbling things like, "suck it, oh yes, take me and nice, nice." I had both my hands on his ass cheeks pulling him into me and I sucked until I could feel his softness on my tongue and he slowly lifted me to my feet. He resumed his kneeling position and took my cock back into his mouth and savored it until I whispered, "I am coming" and I did, he sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, I was spent and took him by the shoulders bringing him to a standing position.

As if it was the most natural thing to do, we both redressed and he headed fore the door stating as if absolutely nothing had happened, "If you have any more trouble just give me a call," and he was gone.

My wife came home and was so pleased the clog was fixed and asked if I got his name and number because we would surely call him back when we needed a plumber. I assured her I had written down his number and will save it secretly hoping we would indeed have another problem some day.

So I say to the learned doctor who said men who like cock are never professional men like plumbers and carpenters, "Doctor, you are full of shit."