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My-New-Handyman-Part One
I just moved to town for a new job and a better climate. I am sick and tired of living where it gets cold in the winter. I like hot weather and sunshine, because I like to be naked as much as possible. Southern California fits the bill for me. There is plenty of sunshine, great beaches, even some nude beaches, and a ton of good looking men. My name is Matt, Matt Monroe. I'm a fairly successful architect from Illinois, and I came to this area for the weather and a new opportunity to expand my career. So, I rented a great apartment; I'm not sure where I want to end up living, so I thought I'd wait on buying anything for a while. My place is on the beach, and my office is only half a mile away. I'm a fitness guy, not a bodybuilder, but I like to stay fit and exercise. So, I bicycle to work and most other places when I can.
So, I'm gay, just in case you wondered. I'm 32-years-old, 5'-10" tall and I weigh around 155-160. I keep my hair cut very short on the sides and long on top. I also wear a scruffy beard. My hair is dark brown and my skin tans easily. Without my clothes on, the way I prefer to be, I have a nice, solid chest with hard pecs covered lightly in soft hair. From the center of my pecs to the base of my cock is a pleasure trail of soft, brown hair that divides my abs. There's not much belly hair, just a decent six-pack.Below the belt, I have a trimmed bush surrounding my cock, which is cut, and hangs at 7" soft and 8" hard. I have large balls and I keep my ball sack shaved. My legs are strong from cycling and they are also very hairy. I wear a size 12 shoe. So, now you have a picture of me. If you think I sound hot, you'd be right. I am very easy on the eyes and I have never been turned down for a date. Oh, BTW, I am usually on top. I might go bottom for the right guy, but it have an Alpha Male streak in me. I grew up playing sports and working hard at jobs I hated. I learned to be tough and take care of myself.
My new apartment isn't exactly the Ritz, nor is it very new. I seem to find shit wrong with it all the time. I've fixed a few little things, but I'm pretty busy and need some stuff fixed better than I know how. So, I called the landlord. He gave me the name and number of his handyman and told me to call him, and that the guy would bill the landlord directly. My landlord's a really nice guy, also gay, and I think he has a crush on me. Only thing is, he's like 60 or some shit like that. I am not into little boys or old men. My taste runs from about 28-45, that's as wide a spread as I'll go out with. So, the handyman is named Steve Porter. I give him a call and ask him to come over when I get off work so I can go over the whole list of shit I need done. I don't expect him to fix everything all at once, I just want to show him what's wrong and then get an idea of how long it will take him to finish. We agree that he'll stop by tonight around 6:00 PM.
So, I get off work and ride my bike home. It's really hot and I'm a sweaty mess. I'd like to get a shower, but I'm running a little late and I won't have time before Steve gets there. I carry my bike upstairs and lock it in the hallway, then go into my apartment. I've got just enough time to change out of my office clothes and grab a beer. I run in the bedroom and strip off my clothes. I pull on a pair of workout shorts; of course, I am a commando guy. I haven't worn underwear since I was like 16. So, I get the shorts on and the doorbell rings. I grab a tank top, but I don't have time to even pull it on. I run to the door and open it. OMG! Steve fucking Porter is amazing! I'm standing there in shorts and shirtless, gazing on this guy that is about to come into my apartment. The fantasies start to swirl in my head. I mean, I have no reason to think this guy is interested, but I can dream can't I?
So, Steve is about 6 feet tall and solidly built. He has a full blonde beard and a shaved head that shines. He's wearing a dark blue work jumpsuit thing. I don't know what to call it. I guess maybe it's coveralls. It has a zipper up the front that goes from the neck all the way to the crotch. It has short sleeves that show off his hairy arms with veins running along his muscles. The suit is unzipped partway down in front and I can see a really nice hairy chest. It also looks like he may be going commando; I can see the outline of what looks like a very nice package. He walks past me into the living room and I notice that his coveralls are a little tight and show off a really taut bubble butt. Steve appears to be somewhere in his late thirties. When he speaks, his voice is deep, gravelly, and very sexy. I invite him to sit on the sofa and I sit on a chair facing him. Before I sit, I apologize for not being completely dressed. I reach for my shirt just as Steve says, "Oh, hey, man, I get it. It's hot as fuck outside and getting out of work clothes is the first thing I do when I get home. I don't blame you at all. And you look good enough that you don't have to worry about being shirtless."
That's all I needed to hear. I dropped my shirt and sat down. I offer Steve a cold beer and he accepts, so I get up and go to the kitchen to retrieve a couple. When I get back, Steve is mopping sweat around his collar and he has moved the zipper a little lower. I can see that his chest hair keeps going. I hand him the beer and sit down again. We talk and drink for a bit, and I tell him some of the stuff on my list. Then, I suggest we walk around so I can show him everything. We stand up and Steve grabs a pad and pencil, then we walk and talk. I point out places where stuff needs to get done and he writes it all down. When we're all done, we're standing in the hallway outside my bedroom door. Steve heaves a big sigh and says, "Man, I am burning up in the coverall. Do you mind?"
"Not in the least, Steve, do what you need to do."
He handed me his pad and pencil, and he stepped inside the bedroom door and unzipped him coverall all the way down. He started to pull it off the top and said, "Gee, man, I hope you don't mind, but I always go commando. I figured since you don't seem to have a problem showing your body, I don't mind either. Am I wrong?"
"No, Steve, you couldn't be more right. Please, continue."
So, Steve pulled the top of his suit open, revealing his incredible chest. He was ripped and hairy. As he pulled the fabric across his nipples, he stopped and pinched them hard. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and smiled. He pulled the top off all the way and let it drop to his waist. Then he reach down and finished pulling the zipper down and the suit fell to the floor. I just stood there and smiled. His cock was as big as mine and maybe a little thicker, but his balls were like low-hanging fruit. They were big and swinging under his cock.
He grabbed his cock and started to swing it around. I started to walk toward him with a smile. Steve said, "Not so fast, bud, you can look, not not touch today. I don't know you well enough yet."
He turned around and bent over to show me his incredible ass. He spread his cheeks open to reveal a hairy pink hole that puckered when he moved. He pressed his cock and balls down to hang under his ass. Then, he put one foot up on the bed and reached his around. He licked his finger and pushed it into his pussy. He smiled and said, "This could be yours, but you have to wait. "
My shorts were tented by my raging hardon. I looked down and saw a wet spot from my oozing pre-cum. I wanted Steve so badly and he knew it. He turned around again and rubbed his chest and abs, licking his lips and gyrating his hips. I started to rub the front of my shorts and I wanted to pull my cock out and jack off. But, I held off, hoping he'd change his mind. The, he said, "Wow, I'm cooled down now."
He pulled his coveralls back on and zipped up. I stood there with a hard, swollen cock and blue balls. He walked over, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Maybe next time, Sport, we'll see how things go. I've got the list of what you need and I have a good idea of what you want. I'll call you to set up the first workday."
"How long will all this take?" I asked.
"That depends," Steve answered, "we'll just have to see what comes up and be ready for anything."
He smiled and headed for the front door. He opened the door, turned, and smiled. Then, he disappeared down the hall. I fell onto the sofa and immediately pulled my cock out and jacked off. I shot a big load onto my chest and stomach, but it was not satisfying. I wanted Steve and he was going to play hard to get.
I ate dinner and went bed. I hoped to hear from Steve soon. The next day, Steve did not call. I rode my bike to the beach and went swimming, then I took a long run. The next day Steve didn't call. I was really horny, but I wanted to wait, so I took another long run. The next day was a repeat. Finally, Steve called me Friday morning.
"Hey, Sport, I got everything figured out and picked up materials. It will take me at least a week or two to work all of you into my schedule. It might even be longer if something pops up. So, I'd like to come by tomorrow and figure out a schedule and drop off supplies."
I said, "Sure thing, Sport. My name is Matt, by the way. Be here at 10AM sharp tomorrow." Then I hung up.
I wanted to hit Steve with some Alpha shit to show him who's going to be in charge here. I had a date that evening. We went dinner and a movie, but sex was not going to happen with this douche. I dropped him at his place and said goodnight quick.
Saturday morning, I woke up early and showered. I ate breakfast and tidied up a little. I put on a jock and a tight pair of shorts. No shirt was in order. I was the boss when Steve got there. He arrived at 10 in the dot...Good boy. When I opened the door, Steve was there in his coveralls. I asked him in and said, "Ok, I like the uniform, it helps define our roles here. Just be clear, you do get that I am the Alpha, right?"
"Yes, sir, I knew that from the git-go, sir."
"Ok, then, strip those coveralls off and let me see your naked self."
"Yes, sir!"
Steve slowly pulled the zipper down and removed his dark blue coveralls slowly, letting them drop to the floor. He kicked off his boots and stepped out of the coveralls. He stood in the middle of the room, star naked, and spread his arms out wide and slowly turned completely around for my inspection.
"Not bad at all, handyman."
"Thank you, sir. I'm glad you approve. Now, what do you want me to do?"
"Come over here and work on my cock."
I sat in a chair and Steve walked over to kneel down in front of me. He put his hand on my crotch and rubbed through the thin fabric. My pleasure was immediately visible. He pulled my shorts down and I lifted my hips to allow him to pass. He tossed the shorts aside. He put his mouth on my jock and licked and sucked my growing cock inside the cup. He rubbed my balls and the jock was tight and wet. Steve got up and walked to his tool belt. He came back with a pair of snips. He pulled the fabric of my jock out from my taint and snipped the fabric. Then, he folded the cup up to my belly and my rock hard fuck stick bounced to attention.
"Fuck, sir, I had no idea you were packing this beast. I hope I am up for it, sir"
He opened his mouth and slowly fed my monster into his gullet. Steve was a good cocksucker. He made love to my beast, licking the shaft and slurping around the mushroom cap. He squeezed my balls with one hand and caressed my hairy chest with other hand. Steve handled me perfectly, bringing to the edge and backing off several times.
Finally, I said, "Ok, Stud, in the bedroom. I want you on your back with your legs in the air."
"Sir, yes, sir!" And Steve practically marched into the bedroom and took his position. Obviously, this guy spent some time in the military and had a hard-driving drill sergeant fucking him on a daily basis. That explains a lot.
I got on the bed and dove my face into Steve incredible ass. I licked all around and up and down his crack. I tongue fucked his rosebud, plunging my long tongue into him, lining his sphincter with my saliva. I stuck two fingers into his hot man pussy and spread him open. Then I leaned over and sucked Steve's hard rod into my mouth. He had sweet Previn leaking from the top and I took it into my hungry mouth.
I decided to hold back from Steve and not give him the fuck I knew he wanted. I straddled his chest and shoved my cock into his mouth and skull fucked him hard. Then, I pulled out and stroked myself and shot my hit cum onto Steve's face. Then I let it drop onto his hairy chest I took my hand and smeared my cum around on his face and for it to him. Then I rubbed my cum all over his chest. Then I said, "Now you, make yourself cum. I want you to cover yourself in your own cum."
Steve jacked himself off. With me watching him and standing over him, Steve was eager to please. He shot a huge load of cum that hit his chest and abs, sticking in his chest hair in clumps.
"Ok," I said, "we're done for now. I want you to get dressed and go to work someplace else. Do not clean the cum off. I want to see it and smell it later tonight. Get going and be back here at 8:00 sharp."
"Yes, sir, happy to, sir."
Steve got dressed and left. I took a shower and went out to run some errands. I picked up some beer for later and a couple of big steaks. Tonight was going to be fun for both of us. Steve was get fucked with my monster fuck stick and I'm going to treat him to a good steak dinner. Not bad, "sir!"
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