John Can Tackle Any Job with his Big Plunger

John placed his toolbox down on the carpeted floor and locked the door behind him. He didn’t like taking jobs on at weekends, but this one was for one of his bigger clients and this office building needed to be ready first thing on Monday for the agent to show prospective hirers around, so it was urgent. And for a plumber, urgent means extra income.

So despite this being a particularly hot and sunny weekend, he had agreed to the call out to fix the air conditioning throughout the unit. Apparently it had been working fine, but had stopped cooling the offices yesterday, and needed to be working for the viewings. By the time John had found the problem, after around an hour of crawling through the ceiling voids, he couldn’t wait to feel the cold air on his skin – it was roasting in here and even before starting to fix the actual problem he was hot and sweaty.

John surmised that some crap had got into the pipework and blocked it somewhere, which meant that the units in the offices couldn’t cool the fluids. It might take him ten minutes if he was lucky, or it could mean replacing whole sections of pipe which snaked through the ductwork over each office. He secured his head torch, put some tunes on his speaker, and got started.

Today, he wasn’t lucky. This was a pig of a job, and it was fucking hot in here. He stripped off his polo shirt, dropping it onto the floor. This helped, but sweat dribbled down his back into the waistband of his shorts, so he undid them too and kicked them off over his work boots. After about thirty minutes the AC unit in this office, at least, was working. He stood under the cool breeze, enjoying the way it made his body feel. He pulled the front of his briefs away from his body, trying to let the cold blast tease his privates, but then, checking that the blinds were closed, decided to strip them off too.

John felt much better after a short time standing naked under the air conditioner. His sweat was cold on his skin now, and the cool air tickled his cock and balls. He already felt naughty, being here stark naked, and he felt his dick begin to swell. Who cares, he thought, allowing himself a little time to stroke the shaft. It’s not like anybody else is here.

John was starting to feel better about taking this job now. He was quite enjoying working in this empty office with his hard cock out. Maybe, he thought, he should do more jobs naked?

He picked up his stepladder, threw a coil of new pipe over his shoulder, and went upstairs to work on the next unit.