Handyman Bear

The Handyman Bear

By hairy1

(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and always play safe. If you have comments, please contact the author at ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)

"I'm glad you want to hire the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service. I hope that the worker is able to please you with the job he does. I think he will come with all of the tools you want, but if needed, he would be happy to go out to get something else" Don heard the deep voice say over the phone connection.

"The schedule is kind of booked for those first weeks you are in the new apartment. We do want someone home while the worker is present, security purposes, you know. Let's see, it looks like that first Tuesday is open, all day. Oh, you will be home, but your room mate Steve will be at work? Will you feel comfortable just you and the handyman? Ok, good. We will send him over first thing in the morning, then, so he can get a full days work in. Please feel free to supervise as closely as you like, 100% customer satisfaction is our goal. Handyman projects can be complex, but we charge by task, not time, so if they aren't done, we will send Handyman Mike back as often as needed to get the job done.

Your move has gone smoothly so far. Just little things that need to be taken care of are left, minor installations; small things you want changed just to suite your tastes. It seems they are piling up, but the new apartment feels more like home every day. Nothing major, but things you don't have the tools for or the inclination to do yourself.

Tuesday morning eventually rolls around. You have unpacked a lot of things, though there are still boxes around. That is when Steve starts saying he feels bad that you have done all the unpacking and all the cleaning (both the old apartment and new), maybe he should call in to work and stay home, so he can help. It may take him a while, but he is sweet once he catches on (or you have complained enough). That is why it has worked so long as room mates. You are torn between making him help, and having some privacy with the handyman and seeing what happens there.

Finally you come up with a solution. "Steve, you just go to work today. All these little projects really need to be taken care of, they are just piling up. That is why we have the handyman coming. We really shouldn't unpack or rearrange anything more until those are done, we don't want the handyman breaking any of our precious knick knacks. I promise not to unpack any more today, and you can unpack all you want while I am at work tomorrow." He is still not convinced, until you say "It will be so nice at work, to know you are at home taking care of that. The day will go by so much faster. It is very nice of you to think of that." With that, he smiles and figures he has done well, and starts to head off to work. "But you can grab some Chinese on the way home - with all the work getting done, I might not have a chance to do any cooking!" you add, and he knows you aren't letting him off the hook.

You sip more coffee as you wait for the handyman to arrive. Admittedly, you feel a bit anxious. You want the work done, but of course the rumored extras that come with having the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service do the work are part of the attraction.

Finally, there is a buzz, your handyman has arrived. You take a deep breath, and let him into the apartment.

It is indeed Handyman Mike. I walk into the apartment, with a large toolbox and ladder. I look into your eyes, and immediately see the disappointment there.

"What's the matter, sir?" I say, concern in my voice. "After all, the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service is looking for 100% satisfaction from the sweet people we serve."

I note that you are busy looking me up and down. From the cap on my head, to the loose t-shirt, the tight jeans (I don't buy them that way, but either they shrink or I expand) and shoes. The jeans are tight enough that my belly overhangs a bit, more so as I have the t-shirt tucked in.

"Sir, if my looks bother you, we can get a different handyman over right away, I will get things set up for him while we wait so you don't lose any time on the projects."

With that, you snap out of your funk, and quickly say no, that won't be necessary.

"Sir, truly, 100% satisfaction is my goal; I will not stand for you to look so disappointed. Please tell me what is wrong."

"Nothing nothing" you say "Can I offer you some coffee?"

"I would like that very much, sir, a cup of coffee as I set up would be great. But I really do need to know what is troubling you. At the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service, it isn't only about the handyman work, it is about you. If you don't tell me what is bothering you, what you need, I can't help. And then, you may as well call a different service. Please tell me."

As you start to turn away to get the coffee, you stop and look at me, give me a small smile. You decide to just say it, see what happens. You take a deep breath. "Well, I'll tell you. I am disappointed a bit on how you look. No, let me finish. I was kind of hoping you would be like in the pictures, instead of dressed as you are. But I guess that was just silly of me, how can you really work in a uniform like in the pictures."

With that, a broad smile crosses my face. This is a problem easily resolved. "Sir, of course I will be happy to oblige you on that. These are just my travel clothes. With the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service, we will be dressed however you are comfortable with. The less the better in my book! And before I get started, I am your handyman Mike, I want to introduce myself".

"Please call me Don" you say, holding a hand out, still not quite sure of how this should go.

With that, I laugh and step up to you. "You are getting a proper introduction, Don" I say, and throw my arms around you. I pull you into a massive bear hug, squeezing you hard and tight against me. Holding you until you relax into me a bit. Our bodies warm against each other.

I let you go, leaving my hands on your shoulders. "Now that that is settled, I want you to relax. I'm here to serve, not to make you uncomfortable or nervous. What you want, just ask for, and I'll do my best to provide. It is as simple as that. No need to be shy."

I drop my hands completely now. You hurry off to get the coffee, as I unfolded the ladder, start to set tools out. As you come back in with the coffee, you notice I am still dressed. I see you looking and smile.

"Thanks for the coffee, Don" I say, taking a sip. "I figured you'd rather see me change into my uniform than watch me laying out these tools," I wink "you can play with any of my tools that you want, though, and I think I may need to borrow yours a bit."

With that, I put the coffee down. Standing in the center of the room, I slowly rub my hands from the front of my pants up the front of my t-shirt, rubbing my belly and my chest through the tight fabric. I am stretching my bent arms around my head, arching my back some, and then running my hands down my back. I am turning slowly as I do this, letting you see all angles of me. Pulling the t-shirt out of the back of my pants and slowly pulling it up my hairy back as you watch. The fabric is fluffing my fur the wrong way as more and more of my back is shown, and the t-shirt starts to pull away from my belly. I pull the t-shirt up over my head from the back just as my belly pops out, for a moment leaving my head and arms and chest covered but my back and belly showing, covered with dark brown fur. I pull the t-shirt slowly, revealing more and more of my torso. Straightening, my hairy chest is uncovered, dark brown and grey fur mingled together. My arms above my head, my hairy armpits are also revealed, though my arms and head are still covered. Finally, I pull the t-shirt the rest of the way off, and look in your direction, hoping to see some of the disappointment from earlier fade away.

And it has. Now you are looking, gazing intently. No more disappointment, just interest. Well, the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service seems to be making some progress in the customer satisfaction area here, I think to myself, I better keep at it. I catch your eyes, and then I run my tongue across my lips, slowly, easily, before getting back to the task at hand.

I casually pull my shoes off and place them by the door, and then my socks.

I face you again, and smile. This time, I reverse the hand motion from before, running my hands up my back, up and over my shoulders, and slowly sliding them across my furry chest, down over my furry belly. You eyes follow the downward progress of my hands, which finally meet at the button to my tight jeans.

I hitch my fingers under the waist of the jeans, pull the band together around my waist, and undo the button. The top of the jeans spreads open. My fingers move, grasping the top of my zipper. Looking directly at you, I slowly pull the zipper down, my pants spreading open wider. You see a flash of red under the jeans, as I finish drawing the zipper down.

My jeans are now only held up by the width of my hips. I move my hands, one on each side of the waistband of the jeans, and start to slowly draw them down. I expose first my red bikini briefs bit by bit, then exposing my hairy thighs. Bending a bit, pulling the pants down further, exposing my knees, then calves. Dropping the pants down to my ankles, I finally step out of them, clad in just the bikini briefs and my cap.

I take a step towards you and reach my left hand up to cup the side of your face. You reach out, and run one hand through my chest hair, cupping the front of my briefs with the other had. We tentatively caress each other, before I take a step back again.

I turn my back to you, and slowly pull down the bikini briefs as well, exposing my round hairy ass. As the briefs fall to the floor, I bend at the waist, exposing myself more fully to you, and pick up my tool apron, the small off white burlap one. I straighten, and tie it around my waist, before turning to look at you.

"Well, sir, is this a bit better?" I ask.

"Oh baby, yes" you manage to get out, a bit surprised by your own reaction.

"Well, Don, I am happy about that. Now, I still want you to relax and be comfortable. How about we get you changed too? Let me just take care of that, if you don't mind."

"No, no, you don't need to bother", you say, and I smile at you. "It isn't a bother Don. You need to relax and let this handyman serve you. Now, if you really don't want me to, I won't, but I really think we could get you a bit more comfortable. Please let me do my job." At that you nod.

And I set to it before you can change your mind, drawing up close to you, grasping the bottom of your t-shirt. Slowly pulling it up over your head, I lean in and run my tongue lightly and quickly over your left nipple as it is exposed. I remove the shirt all the way, tossing it to the floor, my mouth gently sucking at your nipple. After you sigh, I straighten and place my arms around you again, holding you, hugging you, willing you to relax. "Are you ready?" I ask, and again you nod, as my hands undo your pants. As I slowly lower them, I lower my whole body with them, drawing my tongue lazily down your chest, down your belly. My face ends up in front of your bulge as the pants finally fall to your ankles. I breathe heavily through the fabric of your briefs, my hot breath surrounding you, then take a deep breath in, enjoy the scent of your manliness. I move my lips dryly over you, and then grasp the waistband of your briefs in my teeth. I begin pulling the briefs down with no hands, watching you spring free. I draw the briefs all the way down to your ankles, stretched out in front of you, kneeling, my forehead touching your feet, wearing nothing but my tool apron and cap.

I remain that way for a minute or two, then slowly turn my gaze up to you. I admire the view as my gaze travels up your body, thinking how lucky I am. I catch you looking back down at me, and ask if you are more comfortable now. "Yes, but not relaxed" you say, and I laugh, as that is perfectly obvious from my point of view.

I stand up, drawing you in my arms again, hug you, and kiss your lips softly. You can feel through the tool apron that you are not the only one who isn't relaxed. "Well, now that that is settled, I had better get to work."

"I regret that we weren't available to do the blinds for you. I hope that the store installed them properly".

Still in my arms, you take a deep breath before answering. "Oh, yes, they are fine. The verticals seem to have a bit of a catch and squeak when opening and closing though, I need to get that fixed. It is on my list of calls and appointments to make, when I have the time. What a bother."

You get a deep laugh at that, and a big squeeze. "Now, that is a job for the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service! I'll just take care of that first, no problem; it will make me feel better for not having done the install myself."

I let you go for now, and set about my task. Before you can even wonder what to do, I say "Please, Don, be comfortable. You can go sit in the sun if you want, or relax, but I would enjoy your company. Maybe I could even use your help, if you don't mind, get the project done all the sooner?" Nodding, you take a seat, determined to at least enjoy a bit of a show. I walk over to the vertical blinds, overlooking your private balcony. There are still some boxes stacked in front of them, but I leave them where they are. No sense risking breaking anything.

I stretch up to examine the railings at the top track of the blinds, facing you. Stretching up, my arms raised over my head, my back arched backwards so I can see the trouble. My belly sticking forward because of this, as is the tool apron. My legs are spread wide for balance. I feel your eyes on me. "I see part of the problem, just a loose screw here" I say, pulling a screw driver out of the tool apron. I reach up again, and start to tighten the screw, rocking my hips forward and back while I do it. Just for additional leverage. I move them slowly, knowing you are watching "Don, would you come over and works the blinds for me, let me see if this fixed the problem" I ask.

You pull your eyes away from my hips, stand up, and walk to the cords for the blinds. You feel my eyes follow your every sexy movement; I am entranced by the movement of your naked body.

As you open and close the blinds, the catch is gone, they no longer snag at all. However, the squeaking is still there. I look at you and wink. "Have no fear; the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service is here! We have half the problem solved, and the noise is from the bottom track. Stand back, let me check it out."

You take a couple steps back, but remain standing.

"From what I could hear, I think that the problem is right here in the middle of the bottom track. I'm going to need to take a closer look." I say, pointing to a spot behind several boxes.

"Oh, man, do we need to move those, I'm sorry, I didn't think of that!" you say.

I give you a stern look, an `I am a bear and I mean business' kind of look. "First, no saying you are sorry, sir! That just is not the way with the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service. That is one thing I won't be flexible on."

"Second, it is no problem. We don't need to move them; I don't want to disrupt the unpacking process. I'll just need some of the help I had mentioned before. Are you up for that?" I take another look at you, glancing down. "Well, it is obvious that you are up for something, and I hope you are willing to help as much as you can too."

"Here is what I need you to do. I am going to have to bend at the waist over the boxes to take a look to see what is squeaking. I don't want to fall and damage your things. Would you please come up behind me as I bend, and hold my hips firmly? Keep me from falling? That way, I will have my hands free to work, and we won't need to move the boxes."

You nod your agreement, and we get started. I slowly bend at the waist as you come up behind me, tentatively putting your hands on my hips. I am fully bent now, at the waist, over the box, looking at the lower track, your hands bracing me.

"I see the issue, Don. There is a patch on the runners that didn't get greased up right, probably just wiped off in unpacking. An easy fix" I say. "Do me a favor; I need something from the tools I left on the box next to me. I want you to hand it to me, ok?"

"Sure" you reply "but what about holding onto you?"

"Well, leave one hand on my hips, and I will just have to lean back into you as you get the stuff."

So saying, I do just that, pressing my hairy ass up against you. I wiggle it up and down. "See, nice and stable."

You give a little laugh, and say "Ok, ok, what do you need?" Helping might not be so difficult after all.

"Just grab that bottle of baby oil for me, if you would, and hand it to me. I find it works best for this sort of thing, goes on easier than 10W40 and it doesn't smell."

"Mike, oh man, are you serious" you say, but looking in the tool box, you see that I am. You reach in, grab the baby oil, and hand it to me, quickly putting your hand back on my hips.

"Thanks Don" I say, and set to work, pouring some baby oil on my fingers, and then rubbing it along the track. "That should do the trick, but I always get too much out. I better wipe this off before I get it on anything else. I don't want to get an oil stain on the carpet or blinds. I know there is a proper tool for that. Keep hold of me."

With that, I reach my arm back, up over the box. Slowly, I wrap my hand around just the tool to help me get the excess baby oil off. My hand closes around your hot cock. I slowly stroke the baby oil into it. I begin moving my hand back and forth gently, easily, as you respond, become harder with each stroke. The baby oil is making my hand glide over you. I am stroking from the base to the head, spreading the baby oil from my hand all over you, with your hands holding tight to my hips, me still bent over in front of you.

"That is better, thanks Don" I say. "I'm going to hand the bottle of baby oil back to you; please put it in the tool box."

With that, I move my hand off your cock, reach down and grab the baby oil. As you move your hand to take it, I lean back into you again, your oiled cock sliding into my crack. I squeeze my cheeks tight against you, for the added support (wink wink).

"OK, Don, the moment of truth here, lets see if we fixed the squeak. I need to stay down here and watch, but can place my hands on the floor as you open and close the blinds with the cord. That should work as long as you don't mind me pressing back and balancing against you. You ok with that? Otherwise, we can make it a two step process."

"No, no, I can do it" you say, and press forward into me, sliding your cock further. With that, you reach over, a bit of a stretch, and start to pull the blind cord. Your movements as you move your hands up and down to work the cord start your hips moving a bit, your oiled cock sliding back and forth.

"No squeak, Don, but let's run them back and forth a few times, just to spread the oil and be sure. You have a good rhythm going there, let me help." I start to slowly grind back against you, forcing that oiled cock to slide up and down my crack. You feel my soft round cheeks, my fur, all pressing against your hard cock. It is in a warm soft place, moving back and forth. Covering your cock completely, moving steadily. There is no squeaking now, but there is some moaning.

"Yeah, Don, oh yeah, those blinds are fine now, put your hands back on my hips."

I remain bent at the waist, your hands on my hips again, and you start to thrust your oiled cock through my crack in earnest. You move it back and forth, harder and faster, pulling me back into you by my hips. I start to push harder back into you, meeting your thrusts.

"Come on, sexy, I am all yours, give it to me" I whisper "come on Don, sweetie."

You pull back momentarily, take one hand off my hips, and give my ass a quick slap, slapping one cheek, then the other. Quickly, so I stay balanced, you move your hips back up to me, positioning your oiled cock at my entrance.

"Mike, can I ." you start, and I turn my head and look at you, and smile. "100% satisfaction, go for it!"

With that, not waiting for you to argue, I push back hard. Your oiled cock penetrates my ass quickly, pushing right past my rim, your head popping into place inside me. "Oh man, it is so wide" I think, but am losing myself to the sheer pleasure of it. I force you all the way in, your balls colliding with the back of mine, your pubic hair tickling the insides of my ass cheeks.

You give in then, let yourself go, and start to take long slow strokes inside me. My ass is hot and tight around your cock. I am groaning a bit from the rapid penetration, then, as you press against my prostate, I begin to moan loudly. I writhe under your hands. You grasp my hips more firmly, thrusting enthusiastically. You are pushing your hard thick member in deep, and then pulling back out, until just the head remains in me, holding there a moment, then pushing back in.

"Yes, Don, fuck me, that is it, it feels so good" I moan, breathing hard. A glistening sheen of sweat covers my back now, and you are starting to sweat as well.

I start to tighten and relax my ass muscles over your cock. I'm teasing you, bringing out gasps of pleasure. Over and over again, as you thrust back and forth inside me, I bring pressure to you and release it.

The mutual pleasure begins to overcome us. You thrust madly now, and I work to keep up, pushing against you as much as I can. With a loud growl, you announce that you are about to cum. You are grasping my hips hard, fingers digging in, and somehow manage to force yourself deeper into me. I feel a suddenly tension in your cock, and then a hot explosion of cum starts to fill me. I feel it shooting deep inside me, as you hold yourself still, letting the throbbing of your cock in my ass finish you off. I again start to squeeze my ass muscles and then release them, milking your cock. You shoot more and more cum into me, a big hot load, as I moan and squirm in ecstasy.

Finally you finish, and I can feel your grasp begin to loosen. I push myself upright, almost as exhausted as you, yet you did all the work. Leaving you inside, I wrap your arms around me; hold them to me, supporting you against my back. You lean there, breathing deep, catching your breath. Your sweaty chest is pressed against my sweaty back, wet fur mingling.

We stay that way for a bit, until I feel you calm down, and then I slowly ease my hips forward, until your cock comes free. I leave your arms around me, still offering support, as I turn inside the tight circle of them, and wrap my arms around you. I hug you and hold you tight. My lips find yours, and I kiss you gently. "Thank you, you big bear" I whisper, as I draw you to the couch. I pull you down into my arms and bring you close, snuggling you up against me.

I kiss you again, still holding you, and say "Now, that is how the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service likes to get a project done. We take longer, but we get 100% satisfaction! I did mention that, didn't I? Both you and the handyman get satisfied. And you sure did that!"

Happily, I can take a break before starting the next project. We sit and cuddle for a bit, close together on the couch, arms around each other. We both calm down, and catch our breaths.

Finally, I give you one last soft kiss, and stand in front of you. I place my hands on your shoulders, massaging lightly. "OK, sir, I guess I had better get back to work. While we at the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service do pride ourselves on our substantial asses, we can't sit around on them all day" I say, smiling.

"Really, Mike, you don't need too ." you start.

"Now, Don, you brought in the service to get some projects done, we can't very well ignore that, now can we? I'd like to take care of all your needs, so you have good reason to call the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service in the future."

"Well, ok, there are things to get done, and I guess Steve would notice if we didn't take care of anything else."

"Great, Don. What should I work on next?"

"Well, can you do any plumbing? I was making potato salad, and accidentally dropped a piece of potato down the drain. When I pushed it down to get rid of the clog, it seems to have started a small drip. I've been too embarrassed to call maintenance; they just installed the new sink and countertop."

"Of course, Don, there should be no problem taking care of that. It should be another easy fix."

With that, I place some wrenches and Teflon tape in the tool apron, and set off to the kitchen, you following closely behind. I open the cabinet under the sink, and squat down. I notice you have a small pan under the drain pipe at the elbow. The cleaning supplies are one of the things left to be unpacked; you have left them in the box due to the leak, so they are out of the way. "Perfect" you think, "this proves what I told Steve about the unpacking, if the handyman fixes it, I really do have a box that he can unpack now that couldn't have been done today. And, he will have to stop teasing me about breaking the sink in less than a week."

I turn and give you a quick hug. "Looks like you have this pretty well set up for me. Thanks" I say, "You willing to be the plumbers' helper if I need it?"

Again, you nod, hoping this help turns out to be as doable as the last project.

"Great. You just relax, and I'll let you know if I need anything." I remove the small pan, and lay a large towel out on the bottom of the cabinet and on the floor, just to keep from making a mess. I then lay down on my back, my head within the cabinet, the rest of me stretched along the floor, my legs spread and bent up at the knees. I am still wearing just the tool apron and cap.

You watch as I use a wrench to loosen the elbow joint. Suddenly, it loosens too quickly, the original plumber hadn't used Teflon tape, and I get splashed on the face with dirty water. Cursing under my breathe; I quickly move the wrench out, not bothering to place it in the tool apron, just leaning it between my legs against the apron. I grab the small pan, and drain the rest of the water, using the edge of the towel to wipe my face and the drain pipe. "Hey, Don, this was the problem, not your fault at all, if they had used Teflon tape, the screw threads would have not been leaking at all."

I quickly wrap the tape around the appropriate fittings, and put them in place. That is when it becomes obvious that I can't look around to get my wrench back, and still hold the drain pipe in place.

"Hey Don, a little help here please?"

"Ok, Mike, what can I do?"

"I'm almost done with this, just two things. First, while I'm holding this in place, please turn the water on so I can be sure there is no leak while I am here and can see it. We'll need to let it run a bit. Then, if you could just hand me the wrench, I will tighten this and we will be set."

You come over, and turn the water on. It appears that the leak is indeed taken care of, but I will need to stay and keep an eye on it for a few minutes. I remain laying on my back, so I can see what is happening.

"Ok, Don, it really does look like we have it, please hand me the wrench now."

You know where I left it. You come up between my legs, down on your knees. You reach slowly forward, and grasp the wrench. Moving it up to hand it to me, you let your hand trail low, and catch the edge of the tool apron, lifting it up over my belly, exposing my semi-hard cock and my hairy balls. You feel me take the wrench out of your hands as you look at me. I start to tighten the nut over the drain pipe, screwing it in, finishing the task.

"Well, plumber's helper, I think you might have some plumbing there you could be working on too" I say. "Go ahead if you want, I think it is something you can easily handle."

With that, you place your hand slowly on my cock. You start to slowly stroke it, getting it harder. "Oh, Mike, I want to feel it in my mouth before it is all the way hard. Is that alright?"

I softly moan with your hand on me, and say "hey, that task is all yours, helper, I trust you to do what needs to be done."

With that, you lean forward, placing your mouth over my semi-rigid member. You slowly take it all in, enjoying the soft feel, moving it back and forth between your cheeks, rolling it with your tongue. It is quickly getting harder however, with your hot sweet mouth wrapped around it.

You move your head back up, releasing my cock. It is now glistening wet, covered in your saliva. You again wrap your hand around it, just the shaft, and start to make small strokes. You bring your mouth down, and run your tongue over the slit. I begin to moan loudly, the sound amplified by my position under the sink. My legs start to open and close on their own, as the pleasure mounts.

"Don, oh man, that is so good, but you don't have to ."

You lift you head, still slowly stroking, and say "Handyman, 100% customer satisfaction, so you keep watching for that leak while I cause one of my own! Got it?"

"Oooooh yes sir".

You lower your mouth again, this time covering the entire head of my cock. You swirl your tongue around it, licking it, kissing it. Working your hand up and down my shaft, knowing it is driving me crazy not to be able to touch you.

Staying on your knees, you use your other hand to reach up and cup my balls. You fondle them at first, just tickling the hairs, making me squirm. Then you grasp them and pull slowly down, not letting them tighten up as you work my cock.

I am moving my legs, spreading them, raising them a bit, the only thing I can control. I lift them, wrap them around you below your arms, my feet meeting at your lower back. I use them to hold onto you, feeling your warmth and strength. My hands grasp the base of the cabinet, clutching it tight as your hands and mouth bring me so much pleasure.

Gradually, you release your grip on my shaft. You move your fingers to trace through my dark thick pubic hair, playing lightly, as you slowly move your mouth up and down on my cock. First sinking down just past the head, and then easing back up, until you can lick the slit. Then opening your mouth again and sliding back down, taking another inch of my shaft in your mouth, licking at me with your tongue, soft and gentle yet insistent touches. Then withdrawing again, until you can just lick the head. Repeating this process slowly, not rushing, until you finally get to the point where your nose brushes the back of your hand, the fingers still nestled in my pubic hair. You move your hand slightly, and my pubic hair and your mustache mingle, tickling slightly. You still have my balls firmly in hand, and you rest here momentarily, letting your mouth and throat adjust to my cock, listening to my moans. You move your hand out of my pubic hair and begin to caress my hairy belly, cupping the overhang, working around the tool apron.

"Ooooohhhhh Don, man, sweet man, you are so good" I manage to gasp.

And you start to move your head up and down, now, my cock sliding easily in your mouth. Sucking harder all the time, I feel your tongue on me, and the insides of your cheeks. You had brought me so close when you were fucking me; I know I can't last much longer.

"Oh Don, baby, that is so good, I can't hold it, oh man, I am going to cum" I say, expecting you to move.

Which you do, only long enough to say "Cum for me handyman, I want that load. I gave you coffee, it is time you gave me something creamy to swallow in its' place."

You move your head down on my cock again, sliding it back and forth in your mouth, harder and faster. You continue to pull my balls, and your other hand reaches up, and gives my left nipple a quick slap, making my upper body jump up a bit. I gasp as a mix of pain and pleasure washes over me.

You slap the right nipple, to the same effect. You move your mouth again to say "Cum for me now bear, the customer says NOW!" and then go down on me again.

I have lost all control; the multiple feelings have overloaded my senses. At your command, I feel my cock tense, and heat rising up from my balls. Suddenly, my cum explodes out, filling your mouth. My body jerks with each shot, the pleasure is so much. I writhe under you, tightening my legs, as you knee my balls, forcing out more and more cum. My head is banging softly up and down on the cabinet floor. You swallow and swallow, and the movement of your throat muscles only causes my sensitive cock to shoot more.

Finally, I slump down, and the flow of cum subsides. You lick and suck gently, slowly letting my cock slide from your mouth. You release my balls, and slide the other hand down over my belly. I look at you from under the cabinet, my vision blurred, and see that you are smiling broadly.

"Good boy, handyman bear, about time you learned that I give the orders around here."

I am too exhausted to say anything, and just struggle to catch my breathe, grinning like an idiot.

You look down at me for a bit, and then grasp my hips, slowly pull me from under the sink, leaving me fully stretched out on the floor. I put an arm out, and you stretch your body out alongside mine, nestled into my shoulder, my arm wrapping around you, your arms around me. I kiss the top of your head, and say "thank you". We cuddle a bit longer, before you look up at the clock.

"Ok, handyman, I hate to say it, but I really would like you to get one more thing done before Steve comes home, I don't want to hear him complain."

We stand up; supporting each other, but the call to handyman duty is quickly re-energizing me. I give you a quick hug, and a big smile. A light kiss on the forehead, and then ask what it is you'd like taken care of next. I break the hug as you consider it, and pick up my tools, cleaning any mess in the kitchen.

"I know, as long as you can do light plumbing, I bought a shower massage, and I would really like that installed" you say. "And, before you even ask, I am helping."

"Well, Don" I say "you have been a tremendous help already. Of course I want you there!"

You go off to search your shopping bags and get the shower massage, while I get everything ready in the bathroom.

"Sorry it took so long, I guess I've bought more than I realized since the move. I couldn't shop for a month before hand, it was driving me crazy" you say, as you reappear with the shower massage box.

I laugh. "I'm glad you got to get back out and shop then. I like that too, it can be a lot of fun. And while I waited, I just went ahead and installed that robe hook you had for behind the door, and oiled the hinges; it was a bit squeaky I noticed. Oh, and I saw the new cushioned toilet seat that you had bought, so I installed that as well."

"Steve bought the cushioned toilet seat, I have too much cushioning there already" you laugh.

"GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR", as the fur on my back rises a bit, my chest vibrating with the deep growl. "Stop saying that, it isn't funny. You have one sexy behind, very well proportioned, and see" cupping my hands under the cheeks and raising up "it is a perfect fit for my hands. Try and see yourself as I see you."

"Ok, I was just joking, and it got me what I wanted, your hands on my ass."

I laugh then, and give those cheeks a tight squeeze. "Yes sir, ha ha, what a comedian. Now, I had better get back to work."

I take the box and look at it. I look back to the shower. "Don, do you have any idea how complex installing this is? Did you look at the instructions as all?"

"No, it is the shower; I thought I would need a plumber, so I am very happy you can do it. You can, can't you? If it will take too long, or is too hard, don't bother, Steve will be home in an hour, I will just get a plumber. But they are so expensive."

"Don't worry." I reach my hand out, grasped the base of the plain old shower head firmly. I start to turn it counterclockwise, and unscrew it. "This time, the plumber did it right, see, Teflon tape already." I put down the old shower head, and take the shower massage head out of the box. I careful align the screw threads, and with a clockwise motion screw the new shower massage head in. I take out the wrench for one final screw, to make sure it is tight. Then I bend down, pick up the box, and put the old shower head in it.

"What next" you ask, thinking the hard part is about to start.

"That is it!" I laugh "Other than trying it out."

"Really? Oh man, you have to be kidding."

"Let me show you. For a regular shower, you leave it like this. For the massage setting, you just turn the end to match the strength you want."

That part earns me a quick punch in the arm. "Hey, I know how to work it!"

I laugh again "Sorry, I had to tease you a bit there. We should run it, make sure all the settings work, so I can take it back off if it is defective. I don't want to leave you without a shower." With that, I turn on the shower, and let it run a minute at each setting, confirming that each works.

The bathroom has begun to fill with steam, as the hot shower runs. "Mike, you did get that face of water under the kitchen sinking, and have been working hard. I've seen the sweat. Why don't you just take a shower while it is running? You've earned that. There are extra towels over there."

"Why, Don, I would appreciate that. It is very kind of you. It would be nice to get clean."

You smile and say "you're welcome" and then turn to walk out of the bathroom.

You manage one step before you feel my hand reach out and grasp your arm gently, stopping you. "I thought you were going to help me in here."

You turn around, and are enfolded in my arms.

"OK, helper, here you go, get to work, untie that tool apron for me". You quickly put your arms around me, and reach down and pull the strings, opening the knot. The tool belt is now only held in place by the closeness of our bodies. You smile, and take a half step back, and watch it fall to the floor.

I reach up, remove my cap, and set it on the sink. Then, together we step under the hot spray of the shower, and draw the curtain closed.

I step a bit away from you, and have you turn around. I reach for the shampoo, and step behind you, supporting you with my body. "Lean your head back, Don" I say, as I begin to massage your scalp. I gradually work shampoo into your hair, building a rich lather, as you relax into me and close your eyes. I move us slightly, and let the water rinse through your hair, working my fingers through it, supporting you, using my other hand to keep shampoo out of your eyes. I work a bit into you mustache, making you laugh, and then rinse that out, kissing your upturned lips afterwards. I then repeat the process, with conditioner this time, massaging your scalp firmly, and then rinsing it out as you relax into me.

I then get the shower gel, and place some on my hand. I start to gently rub it all over your chest and belly, a nice foam building. I reach under your arms, and lather up your armpits, making you squirm a bit. I take a step back, and rub the gel over your back, and then your ass. I kneel down, massaging your ass cheeks, and then massaging the gel into the backs of your thighs and calves.

"Turn around, Don" I say, and you do. I slowly work my way back up the front of your calves, as my mouth closes over your cock. As my hands massage your legs, my lips massage your cock, bringing it back to hardness. I massage your knees, then your thighs, as my mouth and tongue work your cock, as the hot water from the shower streams over us. I reach higher and work shower gel onto your balls, as my tongue slides up and down your shaft, and around your head. Then I slowly release your cock from my mouth. I work the shower gel into your pubic hair, and then slowly rub it over your cock. Stroking you gently, I stand, and place my lips on yours. I kiss you softly and run my tongue over your lips.

I release your cock, and step into you. I press myself into you, my arms around you. I start to slide my body up and down along yours, using the shower gel in your chest and belly fur to cleanse myself. Our hard cocks become pressed together and trapped between our bellies, sliding easily in the lather from the shower gel.

My hands again find your sexy ass, cupping your cheeks hard, pulling you into me. Our nipples become harder, sliding across each other, lubricated by the shower gel. My tongue presses into your mouth, exploring, seeking your tongue, letting them dance together within the warm confines of our mouths.

I continue to grind my hips against yours, our cocks sliding together. I squeeze your ass with each press of my cock against you. Your hands reach around me, coming up under my arms to rest on my shoulders. You pull me in closer, it is like we are one, joined from our toes to our mouths by the wonderful sensations the touching and rubbing is causing.

I push us back directly under the shower head, letting it pulse over us, washing streams of hot water over our bodies, rinsing us, except for the trapped lubricating lather around our cocks. My thrusts against you become harder and faster. Our kissing has become desperately passionate, our tongues frantic. We moan together, clinging to each other.

Suddenly, we tense at the same time. "OOOOHHHHHH, Don, I am about to cum again" I whisper, and you moan out "me too". With that final mutual acknowledgement that we are both ready, we can't hold it any longer. We press against each tightly and hold still, breathing hard, waiting, and then it erupts. Waves of hot cum are shooting into the trapped space between our bellies, flowing up from both sets of balls. Our cocks throb against each other as we each eject more and more sticky white bear cream. My hands clench on your ass, this is almost too much for me. You are so hot. We moan and call out each others names. Our hips are again moving, grinding into each other in slow motion, rubbing out spurting sensitive cocks together.

Finally, the flow of cum stops. We stand, exhausted, letting the water run over us, supporting each other. We step a bit apart, and let the water wash down the remaining lather mixed with our cum. We touch each other, lightly and tenderly.

I reach over, and turn off the water. I open the curtain, and grab a large soft towel. I run it over your body, gently, drying you, feeling the soft fabric caress you under my hands. Toweling your head, your shoulders, your back, your chest, your belly. Reaching around, toweling your sexy ass dry, then reaching back and gently drying your cock and balls, very carefully. Bending, I dry your right leg, then your left leg.

Before I can take a towel to myself, you grab one, and treat me to the same tender care that I just gave you. Drying me slowly and lovingly, lingering over my body, letting me feel your love with every gentle touch. You towel dry my hair, and set my cap back on my head.

Again, we embrace, and our lips meet. We stand there, still warm from the shower, naked and sated from our love making, comfortable in each others arms.

We wonder from the bathroom, arm in arm, content with each, not needing to talk.

Just then, the phone rings. You hurry to pick it up, it is Steve. He is at the Chinese place, and wants to know if you want the usual. He will be home soon.

It has been an amazing day, but it is drawing to a close. I give you a quick kiss, and begin to gather my tools and equipment. I pull on my red bikinis, my t-shirt, and my jeans. I put my socks and shoes back on, and have the apartment restored to order.

I draw you into another hug, and look you in the eyes. "Well, sir, I hope the Hunky Horny Hairy Bearman Handyman Service has managed to satisfy you. You certainly satisfied your handyman! Please call us again anytime."

"Well, if I can think of more projects, I just might" you say, a smile on your face. "How much open space is on your calendar, Mike? It is you I want back. You have done a pretty good job satisfying me."

I smile back, and reply "For you, all the space there is. I think you will be my exclusive client from now on! I love working for you, and love you. Thank you." I give you one final kiss, pick up the tools and ladder, and head out the door.

"Thank you, Mike, I love you too" you say, just as the door closes. And smile, knowing you will see your handyman soon, as you glance at the tool apron that was conveniently left behind.