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Handy Man Special
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Handy Man Special
Part I
Last summer my air conditioning unit broke down. What follows is some of
what happened and some that I added; We used to joke with each other prior
to this first episode. Neither of us knew the other was "that way". Now
we know.
Bruce: ABOUT 5' 8' 43 y.o, CURLY RED HAIR HIDDEN BENEATH A CAP WITH A
TRUCKING COMPANY LOGO, tight blue short sleeve t-shirt, SWEAT STAINED AND
WET UNDER HIS HAIRY IRISH PITS, LARGE BROAD SHOULDERS, TWO TATTOES ON EACH
MUSCULAR TANNED ARM, THICK STUBBY FRECKLED FINGERS--- NO WEDDING RING!!!! A
TIGHT compact body and big ass tucked into dirty 505 jeans, waist 32, a
big, solid bear belly, red beard, nice package in front, dirty, heavy work
boots, jeans tight around the tops of his boots.
Me:
29 y.o.,Black, grad student, 6' tall, muscular, handsome, t-shirt, sweat pants
AFTER FIXING THE UNIT HE PLANTS HIS HEAVY BOOTS DOWN AND SPREADS HIS LEGS,
"NO BEER, HUH BOY?, WONTCHA GIT DOWN THERE AND SUCK MAH DICK instead"
Reaching up to my shoulder, well over his head,HE PUTS HIS powerful LEFT
calloused HAND ON MY SHOULDER AND PUSHES ME DOWN TO THE FLOOR AS HE UNZIPS
HIS dirty jeans and pushes my face into his crotch. His heavy tool belt
scrapes against my face. Chewing on the stump of his smelly brown, smashed
cigar, he smiles as he watches me, on my knees lift his limp, heavy veined
dick up to my lips. "Kiss it, boy". He says. Grabbing me by the back of
my head, his calloused hands gripping my skull, he pulls me forward and I
stick my tongue out licking off a drop of uncaught piss. With a mouth full
of spit, I kiss the head of his dick and begin to lick the purple swelling
cock. Bruce lifts his tight blue shirt above his paunch and while rubbing
his red-haired covered stomach, begins to pump his dick in and out my
mouth. Yeah, boy. Ya got my fat dick. Suck it man. Suck my dick. The
short muscular handy-man fucks his dick in and out my mouth while pulling
on his right eraser sized tit. His cock is now hard and slightly bends
downwards, making it slide right down into my throat. I jerk on my own
cock with one hand and with the other I reach inside his boxers and pull
out his balls. Hairy, nice, full and big I squeeze his bull nuts while he
force feeds me his cock. Bruce pulls his dick out of my mouth with a plop
and I catch a whiff of the heavy tobacco smell clinging to his stubby
fingers. He massages his horse dick while I lick and kiss the purple head,
licking between his tobacco stained fingers. Turning around the short
muscular man bends over exposing his red hair covered ass cheeks, rounder
and harder than I imagined and rubbing his cheeks, pulls them apart
exposing his hairy covered man-hole. A whiff of ivory soap, funk and
tobacco hits my nostrils and I move forward, using his hands to massage his
ass. I stick out my tongue and lick the hairy valley, covering it in
saliva, licking his crease up and down. My cock is straining in my jock
and reaching into my sweat pants, I massage my fat donkey dick through the
webbed material. The handyman is moving his ass around my face, clenching
and unclenching his ass muscles as I begin to eat and lick and kiss his
hairy ass. "Shit yeah, fucker. Eat mah ass." Drawing deep breathes
between clenched teeth, Bruce rides my tongue with his hearty ass and my
face is covered in spit, eating out his ass, licking his hole raw, sticking
my tongue up his chute as far as it will go.
Moving away from his ass, now wet with my spit, I stand up and rub my jock
covered black dick along his hairy ass crack. Grabbing him around his
waist, I press my cock bulge into his ass and hump him, moving one hand
down to his donkey dick and the other moves up his hairy belly to his
chest. As I dry hump against his ass and twist his hard nipples, the
handyman is fucking me back. I lick his freckled sweaty neck and whisper,
"I'm gonna fuck you, man. You want me to fuck you? Gimme that pussy baby"
Bruce moves out of my hold and facing me, grabs one man-tit in his
calloused hands and begins to pull and twist it. His other hand reaches
into my jock and pulls my dick out, springing free, uncut covered with
pre-cum. I grab the back of his head and push his face into my chest.
Bruce takes the crouton thick nipple in his teeth and with quick, shorts
bursts of biting, works my nipple. My cock head is in his hand and he
massages the uncovered blue-black head in his calloused hand, while I
continue to push his head and teeth deeper into my tit. "Bite it man"
end part I
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