This is a work of fiction, loosely based on the character
Jeff Mitchell, from the film "The Sum of Us",
which starred Russell Crowe.
I do not own the copyright on that character, but only
on the premise of this story.

This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains explicit sexual situations and adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.

©2001 by WILDBEARIES

The Plumber - Chapter One

"Who is that gorgeous man?"

I looked up, spotted the focus of Sara Martin's interested gaze and laughed, "Oh, that's Jeff Mitchell. Nice looking, isn't he?" I laughed to myself, remembering my own similar first reaction to the good looking plumber.

"He's superb!" Sara breathed. She was new. She would find out, unless I chose to tell her straight away, that Jeff was indeed gorgeous, but he was also not interested. Since he was walking up to where the two of us sat in the front office of the company he was now half-owner of, I didn't think it would be too cool for me to say anything right then.

Jeff smiled, showing the dimples that had broken hearts all around Sydney, "G'day, Amber, hello - er, Miss?" He paused, not knowing the new secretary's name.

"This is Sara Martin, Jeff. She's my new counterpart since Joanne left." Joanne, who had worked for the company for ten years, had left to move to Melbourne. I was training Sara in how to set appointments, keep track of all the guys who worked for the company, and do the day to day book work so I could handle the more technical chores now that T&J Plumbing was on computer.

Jeff smiled, I've never known him not to be nice, actually, and I could see that Sara was flirting with him, which he tactfully ignored. "Nice to meet you, Sara," he said, then turned to me, "Amber, I wonder if you'd show me how to get into that laptop so I can do some stuff later."

I nodded, "Sure, five minutes okay?"

"Fine," he said, resuming his path to his office. He still worked on jobs, and he was a very good plumber, but he was spending more and more time in the office now, doing supervision. I knew he was having adjustment pains, if you could call it that, and Jeff was such a nice guy, I was doing everything I could to make his transition as easy as possible.

"Oh, so it's that way, is it?" Sara commented with a laugh.

I looked at her in surprise, "It's what way?" I saw her looking pointedly from me to Jeff and back to me. "Oh, um, no actually - Jeff's, um - how shall I put it?" I decided to just be honest. "Jeff's gay, Sara."

Her face fell. "Oh, shit! All the best ones - why is it?" She scowled, then laughed at herself, "Trust me to pick 'em."

"I dunno, but he's a good guy, a nice bloke, and everyone likes him. We just sort of ignore it. Even the original owner ignored it - he made Jeff part owner two months ago, and he trusts him with everything, so nobody really makes a big deal out of it." It was true. Even the most straight of the straight arrow guys there didn't seem to dislike Jeff because he happened to prefer sex with his own gender to with ladies. Although there had been times in the past, I knew, where Jeff had strayed from that path and, to hear the women tell it, he could be enthusiastically hetero. That was before my time with the company, though, four years in the past, so I hadn't ever witnessed it.

I got Sara started on some bookkeeping and followed Jeff into his office a few minutes later. He was standing looking out his window, gazing off into the distance. I took the opportunity to study him, since Sara's curiosity had brought the handsome Mr. Mitchell's extracurricular activities and good looks to the forefront of my mind. He was handsome. He had a strong, muscular body, but he was more of the leanly muscled build like a swimmer or footy player rather than a weight lifter. He was just under six feet tall, had wide shoulders, a good looking face with cleft chin, strong, straight nose and big blue-green eyes. It was his eyes that caught your attention every time - he had ridiculously long thick eyelashes for a guy, and if he hadn't had such a strong-boned masculinity in his face, the eyes and lashes alone would have been too pretty for a man. He had a slim waist, big hands, and biceps to die for, and, I noticed yet again, he had really large feet. I could hear my Aunt Jean now, years in the past, with her wisecracking about the size of a man's feet and hands being an indication of the size of his sexual equipment.

"Mark my words," she would say in her crackly, high-pitched voice, "don't waste your time on a man with tiny little hands and feet, Amber, he'll have nothin' you want when the time comes." I laughed softly now, remembering.

Jeff turned, "Oh, hey, didn't mean to ignore you." He dragged his hands through his mop of dark blond hair and sat behind his desk. "Show me how to get into this thing again, I promise to take notes." He shoved the laptop computer across the desk so I could reach the keys and watched intently as I opened it and showed him how to boot it up. "I'm taking mental notes," he claimed.

"Jeff, I've written this all down for you, I'll print it out for you so you can have the process some place in your desk in case I'm not here."

"Good thinking," he complimented me. He flexed his long fingers and started to press the keys tentatively. The obedient little super-computer hummed and clicked, and he started to smile as he realized he remembered more about working it than he had thought. "I was afraid I'd forget over the weekend," he explained.

"Well, you didn't," I commented. I leaned across the desk to point out where he should go next, "There is the button to send your email, right there." I pointed. He didn't click on it right away and I looked up. He was looking right down the neckline of my blouse! My jaw dropped. "Jeff?"

He saw my reaction and turned dark red. "Er, sorry, Amber! Y'distracted me there, won't happen again."

Nonplussed, I pretended it didn't pique my curiosity. "No worries," I said. He grinned, he always did when I used an Aussie term, my being American by birth and not real good at local slang. Didn't have the accent right, you see, probably never would quite get it, to hear the guys tell it.

"Okay," he said, after clearing his throat in embarrassment. "I think I've got the hang of it now." He gave me an impersonal glance, but smiled.

I smiled back and returned to my training chores, wondering what was going on with him. At least I now knew he looked at women, and from the expression I had surprised on his face before he realized I'd caught him looking, he wasn't thinking about doing my hair. Life was starting to get really interesting.

Damn, she caught me looking. Amber is one fine-looking sheila, a bloke would have to be made of stone not to think so, poofta or straight. It had been years since I had looked at a woman in any sort of way other than platonic friends or strictly business. Hell, it had been a year since I'd had a sexual relationship of any kind, who was I kidding? Ever since Greg had moved to Brisbane, in fact.

I sighed. Greg - one fine man. I still loved him dearly, but it was more a friendship thing now, and with him on what might as well have been the other side of the world, it was going to continue on that basis. The occasional phone call, cards at holidays and birthdays, and that was it. Besides, I knew he was in a relationship now with a nice guy he'd met there, and I am not so mean as to want him to stay celibate all his life just because he didn't have me in that way.

That still left Amber and my reaction to her for the past few weeks. Today hadn't been the first time I'd looked at her, or even that I'd looked down her neckline. Amber has an incredible figure - she's about four inches shorter than I am, curvy and womanly in all the right places. None of those X-ray women for this bloke! Never had liked bony guys or bony sheilas, for that matter. Amber had tits to die for, and huge brown eyes, light brown hair with a lot of blonde streaks in it, and a laugh that went straight through me. Hell, her laugh alone gave me a hard-on one time. It sort of tickled at the base of my spine. Just remembering that now, I had to shift myself in my jeans cos they were too tight in the crotch.

"Get ahold of yourself!" I muttered, then laughed, because that was probably what I was going to have to do to get rid of the boner I had just grown. "Mate, you are hopeless." I worked on the little computer for awhile longer, and the swelling gradually went down, though not all the way. I glared down at my lap, "Behave yourself!"

See, I have this cock that gets enthused over things. I know I don't have a brain down there, but sometimes it's like my dick has a mind of its own, and any little thing will send it growing big and hard, and usually at the most inopportune moment. I mean, I've had to sit at a footy game with my jacket over my lap because "Little Jeff" decided to stand up when our team was winning. Not that getting an erection because some footy player was hot looking was all that unusual, but this would happen no matter who was playing. I'd yell, "Get that bastard!" or something similar, and proink, there would be my cock, standing up to cheer too. It was annoying as hell. It had also happened at films, when I was watching something on telly that made me happy, and once it happened at my birthday party at the office when they brought me out a big cake with all the lighted candles on it. I was real glad that time that nobody saw because I was just coming in from my truck and carrying a big bundle of overalls and such for the laundry. It might've been a bit difficult to explain why "Happy Birthday to You" made my cock stand up.

Since it was after five, and the office was now closed, I decided to give up on my computer for the day and go home. Amber was just locking up as I emerged from my office. "Everyone gone?"

She nodded, "Yeah, just now. The new girl is doing real well, I think she's going to fit in just fine." She picked up her purse and stood by the door, obviously waiting for me to leave so she could lock up behind us. I smiled and obediently went outside, waiting while she checked the lock. "There," she said, putting the keys in her purse. "See you tomorrow, Jeff."

She started for the parking lot, and I called after her, "Wait a sec, Amber, I'll walk with you." She stopped and gave me a surprised look, but waited until I caught up to her and started walking alongside her. "I'm sorry about looking down your blouse," I apologized.

"Oh, that's okay," she said in her cute American accent. "I was flattered. Besides, I didn't think you, um, looked at women much." She gave me a questioning look.

"Oh, I've been known to," I mumbled, hoping she didn't look down because "Little Jeff" was getting enthusiastic again. Dammit. Of course, right that minute, she looked down. Her eyes got real wide and she blushed dark red. "Oh, shit, Amber - I'm sorry!" I stopped dead in my tracks, totally embarrassed by my body's rudeness.

Amber cleared her throat, then looked up at me sort of puzzled, "Jeff? Is it just because you're lonely or is there actually something going on here?"

I stared at her, then admitted, "I - er - I'm not sure. I think something might be going on here, but I'd be lying if I claimed I wasn't pretty lonely too." Damn it, why did my eyes have to get all watery then? It had been months since Greg left and months since I'd told myself I wouldn't cry over it anymore. So why now?

Amber was looking sympathetic, "Oh, Jeff - I'm sorry. You're still missing Greg?"

I ground my teeth, "Yes - well, no - in a way, but that's not why I like looking at you." God, what a nerk I can be. It's no wonder I was alone again, I couldn't even talk properly. "I mean, I like looking at you and it's nothing to do with Greg or anybody else, it's just you." I hoped I wasn't being too much of an idiot. For one thing, she was a super secretary and I'd hate to scare her off because I couldn't control my randiness, and for another thing, I really did like her and my body seemed to know it before my mind accepted it.

She was still looking at me, still looking very serious, but then she smiled her little smile that was so cute because she had dimples, and she stepped right up to me, pulled my face down and planted one on me. She dropped her keys and her purse and her book on the pavement, put her arms around my neck and kissed me like she was never gonna come up for air. When she finally did step back, she grinned real wide, and said, "Well, that answered that question." Then she picked up her stuff, got in her car, and drove off, waving goodbye.

I stood there like my boots had grown into the asphalt. I had a raging hard-on, my heart was racing, and I was grinning like an idiot, no doubt with her lipstick smeared on my face. I finally gathered myself together enough to get in my truck and drive home. I sang with the radio all the way - the first time for that in months.

The house seemed a little less empty that evening. My dad, bless him, had passed on almost two years before, after living a long time with the effects of his stroke the year I first met Greg. I had taken care of him to the best of my ability, and only at the last had to put him where he could get around the clock care because I simply couldn't cope with all the nursing he had needed. I missed him, but not the sick man, I missed the well man, my Dad, and knew he was with my Mum. I mourned him, but knew it was what they call a happy release. It sounds trite, but for him, it was just that.

Anyway, I ate my supper, watched television for awhile, and went to take a shower. Under the hot spray of water, Little Jeff poked his head up again. I think it's the combination of soap lather and warm water, anyway, I was aching and he was determined, so I started fantasizing about Greg, then about me and Amber and Greg, then finally, just about me and Amber. I held my balls in my left hand and worked on my cock with the other while I leaned against the tile wall and let the water just run down over me. Amber of the gorgeous tits and the dimpled smile. I imagined what it would be like to lie on top of her in bed, working on those breasts and fucking her. Man, I came so hard I was shocked. Good thing the house is soundproofed pretty well, the neighbors might have been wondering who was getting off so loudly. "Bloody oath," I muttered when my body finally stopped quivering.

I turned off the taps, dried off, and put on a tee shirt and sweat pants. I was sore from jerking off so hard, and still kind of achy, and I knew it was only a matter of something setting me off before I'd have to deal with another hard-on. I think that's when I decided I was going to have to be brave and do something about Amber as well. I mean, I couldn't go on fantasizing about her forever, sooner or later I was going to have to act on it. Dammit! I took my insistent dick to bed with me and jerked off again. I had to stop thinking about her or I was going to hurt myself.