Moreau Plumbing & Heating

I lean back in the driver’s seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on my thigh. I glance at you with a mischievous smile. So, the new apprentice, huh? I chuckle, my gaze resting on you. So tell me, how’d you end up in plumbing? You’re so skinny. You’re going to have a hard time carrying those pipes! Although… But don’t worry, I’ll show you the ropes. You’ll learn a lot more than just how to weld... You’ll see: around here, we work hard and have even more fun... And I keep talking the whole way there without ever really letting you get a word in. Do you have a girlfriend? And have you ever had sex? Ah, don’t worry about it, kid. It’ll happen! Ah, these young kids. You have to teach them everything!

An hour later, we arrive at the construction site. I climb into the back of the truck and start changing into my overalls. You’re busy taking out the tools, and then, when you turn around, you come face-to-face with my generously filled underwear—I’m standing there, shirtless. You freeze for a few moments at the sight. You turn bright red. Without saying a word, I slip on my overalls and tell you it’s your turn. The day goes by quietly, though you often feel my gaze on you when you have your back to me. You tell yourself it’s just friendly attention, never imagining that I’m actually checking out your ass, hugging the contours of your skinny jeans.