Greed and Desire: Plumbed to new depths

He knew my micro secret and greedy desires and it turned him on

Plumbed to new depths

I'm a plumber by trade and have been working with the same company for years. Today's customer asked for me by name, which I found odd. I didn't recognize his name.

Turns out my ex-boyfriend, Daniel, recommended me to him. The guy's name is Luke and he's gorgeous. And it turns out Daniel has been telling him a lot about me.

Luke knows all about my micro secret and my love of being fisted. More information than he should have, but it seems he's into both of those things.

This guy I just met is about to take me on a wild adventure. Filling his greed for my shortcoming and my longing to feel desired for it.

And full … so very full.

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My day started like any other morning. Sugary cereal and far too much coffee that often left me poised on the edge of serious jitters. A body response I could do without.

Over ten years working as a plumber, and I still suffered from anxiety when going into customers' homes. As the day progressed, it would ease. By the end of the day, I was fine.

Dispatch had given me this morning's job. It was a simple pipe replacement beneath a kitchen sink. It should only take me an hour or so. Strange thing was that the customer had requested me specifically.

I didn't recognize his name, but apparently, I had been recommended by my most recent ex-boyfriend of all people. We hadn't exactly split amicably, but sufficient time had passed.

Maybe he wasn't pissed at me anymore. I had broken up with him, citing feeling smothered. My ex-boyfriend had been a lot. He never left my side when we weren't at work.

Smothered was an adequate description. He made me feel like I couldn't breathe. I knew he loved me and simply wanted to spend time with me. But those feelings for him never came for me.

Daniel was a nice guy. Kind, considerate, funny … beautiful. He was the whole package that contained everything I was looking for in a partner. Just not someone in my face 24/7.

He even abandoned his friend group because of me. That never sat right. I wanted him to have a life outside of me. His own interests and hobbies. His own adventures that he could come home and tell me about. Something that would make him interesting. But he had nothing.

Smothered and bored about summed it up.

I pulled up outside the customer's house and took in the entirety of the property. It was a beautiful house. Modern build. Immaculate landscaping. I wondered what had gone wrong with the kitchen sink in a house as new as this one. Time to find out.

I hauled myself out of my truck and retrieved what I would need for the job from the back. When the guy opened the door, my eyebrows rose of their own accord.

He had serious sexy beast vibes. Hairy, gorgeous, and tall. He had a moustache that bled into a glorious shade of dark stubble as if he had just crawled out of bed.

My mind hummed along, taking him all in. His chest was bare, and he had a pair of grey sweats slung low on his hips. It was obvious he was going commando.

His cock was at half-chub. He was either coming off an erection or headed toward one. He smirked at me when I turned my attention back to his face. Even his eyes were smiling at me.

"You must be Joseph," he said.

I cleared my throat, which had suddenly almost closed over. "Yes." I reached forward and we shared a handshake. "And you must be Luke with the funky sink."

Luke laughed. "That would be me." He stepped back from the doorway, allowing me to squeeze past him into the house. The insufficient space he allowed me meant our chests had to touch. Even felt his hardening dick against my thigh as I passed. It was an obvious pass.

One, I wasn't sure what to do with. If Luke knew Daniel, I didn't want to get mixed up with him. Word would get back to my ex-boyfriend if I hooked up with this guy.

I followed him into the expansive kitchen, watching every contraction of his full ass as he walked ahead of me. Those glutes of his had serious thrusting power.

My cock began to harden despite me sending messages to it to calm the fuck down. I was here to do a job. Luke opened the door under the sink. He'd placed a plastic tub beneath the plumbing.

"It's leaking," he said.

"Yeah … weird." I set my toolbox down and sank to my knees as he stepped aside. The plumbing looked pristine. "Can you turn the tap on for a second?" I called up to him.

He crowded up against me, his thigh on my shoulder, and turned on the water. It immediately started spurting from the join before the bend. I fiddled with it. The adhesive had been cracked.

"Did you touch this?" I asked him. "Try to unscrew it or something?"

"Honest truth … I broke it on purpose." Luke touched the top of my head.

My heart thundered with realization as to why I had been called here. I took a deep breath and then released it slowly. "And why would you do that?"

"Daniel told me about you … in great detail."

I knew exactly what that meant. And how dare Daniel share my secrets with someone. It was difficult enough dating, knowing eventually it would lead to sex. I never jumped into random sexual encounters. I had to know the guy well first, so it might lessen the chance of him bolting.

But this guy knew.

Luke dragged his fingers through my hair, and I melted against his thigh. Today, I was the needy one. I left no doubt that I was interested when I rubbed my cheek on his leg.

He was warm against the coolness of the air-conditioned room.

"That's it," he purred. "Daniel said you might be hungry."

I closed my eyes and shuffled my knees to face him. I inhaled his scent first, then brushed my nose and lips up and down the stiff tent in his sweats. His cock was thick and long.

The opposite of me. But then, most men were. And as luck would have it, Daniel had found me a man who had a fetish for what I had to offer. So few men appreciated me.

I had suffered my share of ridicule over the years, starting when I was a teenager and first realized I didn't look like the other guys in the shower room at school. I'd been quick to turn away, focused on the spray of the water as I faced the wall. Waited there until everyone else left.

My reaction had come too late. Some of the boys had seen my cock. Even flaccid, they could tell something was up with it. The teasing started immediately.

The words clit-dick had become their mantra around me.

Luke turned to face me, and I buried my face in his fragrant crotch. I pulled the band of his sweats tight against his stomach and mouthed his cockhead while humming.

He touched my chin. "Let's leave that for now. I want to get a look at you."

I rose to my feet and took a step back. The open cabinet door stopped me from being able to retreat too far. "You're sure I'm what you're looking for?"

"Micro-penis with a penchant for being fisted?"

I swallowed. He knew exactly what he'd be getting. In a stiff wind, I was lucky if I could achieve three and a half inches. That half was important. Like a little kid who was trying to impress you with how old they almost were. That was me. Striving for four inches.

And not just short but slim. Clit-dick was an accurate description.

I stood still as Luke unlatched my belt and removed the bottom half of my clothing. The way he growled when he saw my dick made me feel sexy and adequate.

He clung to my hips as he sank to his knees.

"Such a pretty little clit."

I groaned, letting him know I appreciated the dirty talk. I clung to the counter with a death grip as he enveloped my miniscule dick with his mouth and twirled his tongue around the base.