It was a Thursday night; after weeks of putting it off, I finally trudged off to the home improvement store. I had a huge list of things that needed to be fixed up around the house and I'd been putting it off for too long.
Thankfully, the store was nearly empty and as I made my way thru the maze of aisles, I tried to concentrate on filling my list and getting out of there. I was just about done when I turned a corner to look for light dimmers and saw what was something out of a daddy-worshippers wet dream: a big brawny hunk with dark blonde hair sprinkled with grey, a thick brown moustache and about three days growth of beard. He was probably in his late 40's, about six feet tall and at least 270 pounds. He had on a red polo shirt that had been in the dryer too many times--it clung to his burly frame and with the buttons left undone, dark blonde hairs swirled out the top of his shirt. His beefy blonde arms strained the sleeves of that poor shirt and I fantasized about ripping it off his bull-like body. He was also wearing a pair of khaki shorts and as I stopped to check out those massive hair covered calves, my libido went into overdrive as I pictured myself on my knees before this stud licking my way up those huge legs, kissing his solid furry belly and deep throating his fat poker.
As so often happens in real life, however, I made a complete ass of myself at the very moment I was trying to appear calm and cool--I was so busy checking out the hulk that I ran my cart right over some poor woman's foot! She let out a surprised scream and dropped the mirror she was carrying which in turn made a horrendous crash. I was mortified as every eye in the store turned towards me and my unfortunate victim. Bumbling an apology, the poor woman took off down the aisle and as I got down on my knees to try to clean up the shattered glass. Suddenly, two thick downy covered legs appeared in front of me and as I looked up red-faced I found myself staring into the bulging crotch of my jerk-off fantasy. I quickly looked up into the face of my fantasy stud expecting a derisive sneer but instead he had a concerned look on his handsome face.
"You OK, buddy?" His voice was as gruff and sexy as I imagined it would be. I assured him I was fine then noticed the store's logo on his shirt and a name badge that read "Tom, Store Manager." Letting him know once again that I was fine, I started to get up when Tom clamped one of those ham-like hands on my bicep and helped me back to my feet. He looked at the shattered mirror and fixed me with a stern look then said, "Careful, this could mean seven year's bad-luck!" He still had his hand on my arm so I flexed it: I got a reassuring squeeze and a smile that nearly melted my heart. By this time another employee had shown up with a broom so with a nod of his head, Tom led me down the aisle. Like a babbling school girl, I kept apologizing and assuring him I'd pay for the mirror but he again grabbed my arm and told me not to worry: the other customer was just startled and not to worry about the mirror. By this time I was so in lust with his masculine presence and didn't want to leave him just yet so I asked if I should fill out an accident report. Tom shot me a puzzled look then smiled again and said, "Sure, come on back to my office."
I was in heaven as we walked to the back of the store and into his private office. I sat obediently in my chair and stared at a framed photo of a blonde girl about twelve years old. He saw me looking at the photo an said, "My daughter...been divorced six years now." That statement gave me hope again and I eyeballed Tom as he sat behind his desk and slid a notepad and pen across to me. He instructed me to write my account of the accident and as I began he leaned back and put those thick arms behind his head. I kept sneaking peaks at the damp sweat stains in each pit and I wondered how they might taste...I wrote some garbled report and handed it to Tom. He barely glanced at it then looked me in the eye and as his smile turned into a leer said, "Now, let's get to the real reason you wanted to come back here!"
I nervously gulped not knowing how to respond and desperately hoping I hadn't read him wrong. I work out regularly and usually have no problem picking up men but this guy had me tongue-tied. I was blushing furiously by now and sat there like a lump. With a sigh, Tom got up and walked to the door. I figured I'd soon be going home with only some hot fantasy material but then heard the click of the door being locked...I spun around to see Tom leaning against the door grinning at me. He slowly walked towards me as I awkwardly tried to get up but Tom's huge hands landed on both my shoulders and forced me back into the chair.
"Sit," he commanded, "it'll be more comfortable for you when you chow down on my dick!"
I was still in a daze until Tom put one of his hands behind my head and slammed my face into his crotch. Inhaling the musky odor that emanated from his khaki shorts, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. My hands grabbed his rock-solid hairy calves and I ran my hands up and into the legs of his shorts. I felt the damp straps of his jock and snapped them then reached around front to undo his zipper. I yanked his shorts down and took a second to admire what was revealed: a tightly packed jock strap with his big hairy belly hanging above.
I leaned forward and shoved my face again into his bulging crotch. I mouthed his dick and balls thru the cotton pouch until I could taste his pre-cum seeping thru the material. Wanting to taste the real thing, I grabbed the waist band of his jock and yanked it down his thick legs...his fat uncut prong jumped up to slap against his belly then hung thickly between his legs...it looked too heavy to stand erect and a thick drop of pre-cum bubbled out and slowly stretched down towards the floor. I slurped up his pre-cum then, peeling his wet foreskin back I hungrily lathed his cock head. I grabbed his fat hairy balls in one hand while with the other I jerked his foreskin and tongued his prick head. As I was feasting on my hunky meal, Tom stripped his shirt off so he was completely naked except for his sneakers. His round furry belly rested against my sweaty forehead as I continued to service his meat. I sucked his prick for a good ten minutes, switching to his sperm-filled balls anytime I thought he was close to shooting. By this time Tom had yanked my shirt open and was pinching my nipples in sync with my blow job. I slowly slid his wet pulsing dick out of my mouth then with my hands digging into his fleshy hips, had him turn around to present his big creamy blonde butt to me. I wetly kissed each beefy cheek then pried his round globes apart. I stared at his pink, fur lined man slit and, getting a good whiff of his musk, dove in tongue first. I attacked that muscular ring with a vengeance, tickling his crack with my moustache while wetting and chewing mercilessly until his hole relaxed enough so the entire length of my tongue could snake in and get a good taste of him.
Tom hissed obscenities and began furiously jerking off his cock. When I felt his butt clench around my probing tongue, I knew his moment was at hand. Pulling my wet face out of his ass crack, I again spun Tom around and, with our eyes locked, I held my hungry mouth open centimeters from his cockhead. After a few more jerks, Tom's piss slit gaped open and the first spurt of jism lobbed out and landed directly on my tongue. Closing my lips around his shaft, still staring into his eyes, I sucked and milked his dick, swallowing each spurt of cream with relish. When his spasms subsided, I finally released that thick meat stick and sat back staring at this sweaty, hairy hunk.
Slowly catching his breath, Tom backed up to lean against his desk then looked at me and broke into a grin. We were both covered in sweat--his pelt was plastered to his body creating sexy dark swirls all over his chest and belly. He raised an arm to swipe his wet forehead and I caught a glimpse of his bushy armpit. I couldn't resist: I got up, walked over to him and put my face in his pit. As I began to lap at the wet salty curls, Tom moaned softly. He raised both arms, resting his hands behind his bull-like neck as my mouth began to explore his upper body. I licked both of his pits clean of sweat then moved on to his pink, quarter sized nipples. As I mouthed his tits, I let my hands wander over the rest of his stud body. I squeezed his hard, round sweat-slick belly then felt lower to ruffle his thick pubic bush.
By this time his dick was once again beginning to thicken and while I slowly jerked his foreskin covered meat back to life with one hand, I reached around to massage his back then his fur covered butt. Still jerking off his now turgid dick, I let my thick index finger slip slowly into his spit lubed man hole.
We once again locked eyes and as my finger dug in deeper Tom leaned forward to plant a wet tonguing kiss on my mouth. As we french kissed, my entire finger slipped into his delicious, wet hole while his cock throbbed in my left hand. Undoing my jeans with his thick stubby fingers, Tom pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees then turned around, leaned forward onto his desk, and spread that hairy bull butt for me.
As horny as I was for this stud, I couldn't just shove my cock into him. A man as hot as this deserved to be worshipped...I massaged his back with both hands while I once again kissed and rimmed his ass. Tom moaned softly--our earlier frenzied coupling now gave way to a slower reverential love making as I took my time lapping that beautiful butt to get him primed. When he was thoroughly lubed and my back massage had him relaxed, I put the engorged head of my prick against his wet hole. As I slowly entered this stud, his moans picked up in volume and I had to concentrate on not shooting too soon. My dick was gripped by his tight muscular ring and as I shoved the last inch into him, I leaned forward to kiss the back of his sweaty neck while I continued to massage his massive shoulders.
I gently fucked Tom. I was in a dream as I studied his gorgeous body and handsome profile: there was so much I wanted to do with this hunk! Slowly picking up my fuck-pace, I pulled my cock out of his clutching hole and entered him again and again until I knew I couldn't go on. Burying my meat all the way into him, I began to shoot my pent up jism into him. Tom lay there continuing to moan as I slowly pulled out then got down on my knees to suck my cream out of his juicy hole. As I sucked and lapped at his ass, I pulled Tom's huge balls and cock back and began running my tongue wetly all over them. I sucked his prick back to full hardness then left a generous deposit of spit covering his meat. I stood up as Tom got up off his desk to face me. Quickly planting a kiss on his lips, I then turned around and bent over his office chair: Tom was behind me in a flash with his wet meat prodding at my ass hole. Reaching back with my hands, I spread my cheeks to allow that hot blunt intruder in; with a grunt, Tom began to drill my tight hole with his prick. Having already cum once, Tom took longer to reach an orgasm--as he humped my butt, he pinched my nipples and chewed the back of my neck while I reveled in the feeling of his hairy body pressing against my back. After 30 minutes of his hot fucking, my ass felt like it was on fire. As I slammed back onto his fuck tool, Tom once again groaned. Grabbing me in those brawny arms, he began to shoot into my hungry ass. We stayed locked together for a few more minutes until his dong finally slipped out of my ass. When I turned around, I saw a blob of cream ooze out the head of his cock. I couldn't resist as I got back down on my knees for one more taste...
As I loaded my home improvement purchases into the trunk of my car, I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. When I plopped down behind the driver's seat, my ass throbbed: sore but satisfied. I turned the key in the ignition to listen to the radio but didn't leave the parking lot. You see, I was going to need help fixing up my place and the perfect handy man wasn't getting off work for another hour.