Cliff Gives Handy Man Sloppy Blowjob

Kent picked me up and dropped me on the counter. He grabbed my briefs and pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. My hard seven inch cut cock bounced up and thumped against my stomach. He spit into his hand and rubbed it between my cheeks. I felt one of his thick, rough fingers push into me and it hit my prostate on the first push. I moaned and threw my head back as my body shuddered.

“Kent,” I breathed. “Yes.”

“Fuck yeah… I knew the minute I saw you that you were a little slut for bear cock.”

He chuckled as I laid my head down and whimpered into his shoulder.

“Where do you keep the lube?” he asked.

I reached down and pulled open the drawer to the right of us. He grabbed the tube of KY and opened it up and squeezed a glob onto his fingers. He pushed two fingers into my ass and began finger fucking me. He soon had three fingers going in and out of me, hard and fast.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I panted.

He stepped back and unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them. He pushed them down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His huge seven and half inch cock snapped up against his belly. He was rock hard and really thick, with a slight curve upwards. His veiny foreskin was pulled back, exposing a swollen purple head. He coated his cock with the KY and lined it up against my ass. With a firm shove, the head of his dick popped into my ass.

“Oh god!” I cried out as I gripped his shoulders tightly. His three fingers didn’t fully prepare me to take his girth.

“Cliff,” he whispered as he tapped my nose with his nose.

I opened my eyes and looked into his bright blue eyes. He was looking at me with complete lust. I could tell he wanted to shove it in, but he was holding back. My breathing slowly evened out and I started to relax.

He started to move very slowly, pushing deeper into me.

“Jesus… You’re huge,” I panted. “Your cock… feels so hot… inside me…”

“Aw shit, your ass is tight as hell.”

He pulled back and then slowly pushed back in, repeating over and over until he was all the way inside me. Kent slid out and pushed back into me. His thick length slid across my hot spot and I shuddered and whimpered as a wave of pleasure radiated through my body.

“Oh, Kent…”

Kent started pumping in and out of me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him. I reached under his tank top and ran my hands up his back up to his shoulders. I felt the light dusting of hair there and I rubbed my hands over it, then I grabbed his shoulders and held onto him like my life depended on it.

Kent pounded my ass hard. He grunted and groaned loudly and I moaned and whimpered. It had been so long since I had been with anyone, certainly never anyone as good as he was. He was so macho and sexy and had me so turned on. Between the non-stop jabbing and sliding across my gland and the rubbing of my dick against his hairy belly, I was a goner. I pushed back against him, trying to use the friction of his thrusting body against my throbbing cock.

“Kent,” I gasped.

“Fuck, Cliff, your ass is so fucking good…”

I buried my face in his neck and groaned. “I’m coming, Kent…”

I gripped him tighter, digging my fingers into his shoulders and pressing my knees into his pumping hips. My body tensed and released and with a muffled scream into his neck, I began shooting my load all over the both of us. My ass muscles contracted tightly with each spurt.

“Oh, you little motherfucker!” Kent shouted. “Squeeze my fucking cock, boy!”

Kent thrust hard into me one more time, and I held tight to him to keep myself from falling away.

“FUCK!” he shouted, so loudly I was sure the neighbors could hear us.

His body convulsed as he shot his come deep into my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing repeatedly; he must have shot at least ten times into me.

I had never been fucked like that in my entire life. I had never come so hard and so much and without any direct stimulation. I was stunned speechless. I continued to hang on to him, our chests heaving against each other, until he finally started to pull away. His cock slipped out of me with a pop and a torrent of semen rushed out of me. It pooled on the vanity and ran down my leg until I squeezed my muscles shut, trapping it inside me.

His jeans were still around his ankles and he stepped back and pulled them up. He gave me a sheepish look as he tucked his dripping wet, semi-hard prick into his jeans. He actually looked like he was blushing.

“Uh… I don’t do that with clients,” he said quietly as he buckled his belt. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“No, it’s okay,” I said as I pushed off the counter. “I, um… I don’t normally get carried away like that either.”

My feet hit the floor and my knees buckled. He quickly grabbed my arm and helped steady me. I chuckled nervously and blushed a little bit. He looked down at his tank top. It was covered in my semen. He pulled it over his head and wiped himself down with it. He swiped it underneath each of his armpits. He ran it over the front of my shirt and around my softening dick to try to clean me up, then dropped it down on the countertop. He pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up and gathered up his tools.

“So, Cliff… Call me.”

I nodded. “I will, Kent. Definitely.”

I pulled on my jeans and walked him to the front door.

“Bye.” I waved at him as he left. I shut the door behind him and leaned back against it.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled to myself.

That night when I went to get ready for bed, I saw his wife beater on the vanity. He had forgotten it. I picked it up and smelled it.

“Fuck,” I groaned as my knees weakened.

The scent was intoxicating. His body odor was like a pheromone that was hard wired directly to my cock. My ass spasmed at the memory of our earlier encounter and I felt a stinging pain. It was a good pain. I reached into my underwear and wrapped my hands around my dick. I drew in a hiss as it jerked in my hand. It was already started to drool into my hand. I pulled my hand out and spit into it, then returned it to my cock. I brought the damp tank top to my nose and breathed in while I stroked my shaft. Less than thirty seconds later, I was blasting a load into my briefs. I grabbed at the counter with my left hand to keep balance.

My body shuddered and I struggled to remain on my feet. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I turned on the shower and warmed it up, quietly laughing to myself as I watched the water drain away.

I didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate, so I didn’t call him back right away. That next Wednesday morning, I finally called him back.

“Hi, Kent. This is Cliff… Cliff Lowe… Um, you came out–“

He chuckled. “I know who you are, Cliff. I was wondering if you were going to call.”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ve been busy.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Well, I want to do the kitchen lights and the faucet, like we talked about. And maybe fix the holes in my bedroom walls, that would be great, too.”

“How’s Saturday afternoon sound?”

“That would be great. What kind of lights should I look for?” I asked. “Is there a particular kind of plug or something?”

“No, there’s no plug,” he chuckled. “Get whatever you want. I can make it work. But if you want, I can stop by tonight and we can make a list and head over to Home Depot.”

“Really? Man, that’d be great.”

Kent met me at the house after work. He followed me into the house with a clipboard to the kitchen. He had a pencil behind his ear and grabbed it and started making notes. We were going to replace the ugly fluorescent light in the kitchen as well as the tacky brass chandelier over the breakfast table. He suggested some under-cabinet lights might be nice, as well as some pendant lights over the bar. I loved both of those ideas.

I got into his Dodge pickup truck and he drove us to Home Depot. I told him a vague idea of what I wanted and he made some suggestions and we quickly found some lights that were exactly what I was looking for. We headed to the kitchen faucets aisle and I found a nice brushed metal style that went well with the cabinets and granite counters.

“You wanna grab a bite to eat?” he asked as we got to the truck with my purchases.

“Sure, I’m starving.”

We turned into the parking lot of a small café and went inside and sat at a small table for two. I ordered a bowl of tomato basil soup and a club sandwich, while he had a meatball sub and the tomato soup as well. As we sat down, I instantly felt uncomfortable when I realized I was still in my work clothes. I had a white dress shirt on with a baby blue patterned tie and a suit vest and slacks. He was wearing a hunter green shirt with the sleeves rolled up over a wife beater, jeans and work boots.

“I’m kind of over-dressed,” I said.

“Nah. You look great,” he said.

He reached over and tugged at my tie to loosen it, then unbuttoned my top shirt button.

“There. Now relax,” he said, then grinned and gave me a wink.

I smiled back at him and dug into my dinner. We ate in comfortable silence. I would occasionally steal a glance at him when he wasn’t looking. I noticed that he had trimmed up his beard and his hair was freshly cut and combed. I wondered if he had fixed himself up nice just for me and even if he didn’t, the thought made me smile.

“So, tell me about yourself, Cliff,” he asked as he slurped his soup.

“Oh… Well, I’m 31 and I work as an account manager. I’m finishing up my MBA, and I go to school three nights a week. I bought my house about a year ago thinking that I could fix it up like they do on TV. That hasn’t worked out so well.”

Kent laughed. “Yeah. Those shows keep guys like me in business. And it usually ends up costing more since I have to fix all their fuck-ups.”

I laughed. “I think it’s a conspiracy. So what about you?”

“I’m 37. I’ve been doing this kind of stuff since I was 18, when I started working with my uncle. I did manage to get an associate’s degree at the community college, but nothing fancy like you. I’ve run my own contracting business for, um… twelve years now. I’ve done pretty good for myself and keep busy. And I like the work.”

“Is it just you then?”

“Yeah. I’ll sometimes hire subcontractors for bigger jobs, but I like to be hands on, so I’m always on site with them. I want to keep my business small, you know? I don’t want to get so big that I have guys all over the place where I can’t keep up with everything. I’m kind of a control freak. I know that when I finish a job, it’s done right.”

“That’s cool. I can understand that. Makes perfect sense.”

“So, why is a guy like you single?”

I shrugged. “I guess I have been focused on work and then getting my master’s. I haven’t had time to really date.”

“Haven’t had time or haven’t made time?”

“Maybe a little of both,” I answered truthfully. “How about you?”

“I’m not exactly, uh… out. My friends and family aren’t what I’d call tolerant.”

He cleared his throat and looked away from my eyes.

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

Kent shrugged. “Yeah, well…”

Things got a little uncomfortable for a moment and we decided to get going. He drove me back to my house and I opened the garage door and we unloaded the boxes from his truck and set them in the garage. Kent asked to use the bathroom and he followed me into the house and I showed him the guest bath.

“Hey, Cliff!” he called out a few minutes later.

I walked over to the bathroom. The door was open and he was drying his hands on the hand towel. His jeans were zipped up, but the button was still open and his belt was unbuckled. I cleared my throat nervously and tried to avert my eyes from his bulging crotch.

“You got a little bit of a mold problem back here,” he said.

“Shit. Really? Where?”

“Behind the toilet along the baseboard.”

I moved around him and bent over to look. His hand moved to my shoulder and he gave me a gentle push downwards. I squatted down between the toilet and the sink and looked down. Sure enough, there was a patch of black spots at the bottom of the drywall behind the toilet.

I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. “Can you fix it?”

He looked down at me and nodded. “I need to see if it’s just on the surface or not. If so, it’s an easy fix. I can add that to the list on Saturday.”

“Okay. That would be great.”

I turned and started to get up, but he moved in front of me. His hands moved to my shoulders.

“Stay there,” he whispered.

I looked up at him and he was staring down at me. His eyes were dilated and smoldering with lust. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I’m sure my legs would have collapsed under me. I instantly knew what he wanted and I wanted to give it to him. I moved my hands to his thighs and settled on my knees in front of him.

“Take it out,” he whispered.

I took a deep breath and looked at his crotch. I could see the outline of his big dick in his tight jeans. I ran my hand over it and squeezed it. I slowly lowered the zipper, exposing the base of his wide dick. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged them down. His dick was half hard and slowly rising. I took the heavy organ in my hand and squeezed and stroked it. I pulled his meaty foreskin back and forth over the head, while squeezing and milking the shaft.

“Suck it.”

I lifted the hefty cock and pointed it to my mouth. I licked up and down the shaft, running my tongue along the veins, and then took the head into my mouth. I licked my tongue all over him, making Kent moan loudly. His dick stiffened to full erection as I slid my mouth down. I sucked firmly as I bobbed my mouth up and down. I fondled his balls while I gave him head. His large eggs felt heavy inside the soft and furry sack.

“Oh yeah, suck my cock….”

I stroked my hand up and down his shaft, then got down to business. I slobbered and slurped all over his cock, giving him a nice sloppy blowjob.

“Fuck, you’re good… Yeah, take it down your throat, baby…”

It felt so good having him in my mouth. My dick was pushing uncomfortably into my zipper, aching for release. I reached down and unzipped my slacks and reached into my pants and freed my own throbbing cock and stroked myself frantically.

Kent’s hands moved to the sides of my head and he thrust his hips forward. He guided my head with his hands, guiding me into the rhythm he wanted. I tightened my lips around him and sucked and moaned as he fucked my face. His breathing quickened and his knees buckled. He gripped my head tighter and we moved faster and I sucked harder.

“Keep going… Just like that… I’m gonna fucking come in your mouth,” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm,” I moaned my consent.

Kent’s hands tightened in my hair and I felt him buckle. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming!”

The first blast hit the back of my throat so hard that it caught me off guard. I choked slightly and pulled back. His cock kept erupting in my mouth, filling my mouth with his hot and creamy load. Man, he tasted good. I had no choice but to swallow it. He kept filling my mouth and I swallowed again. I kept sucking him as my hand flew up and down my shaft. With a moan, I spurt my load all over my hand and the floor in front of me.

When I felt him starting to soften, I gave him one more hard suck and let him fall from my mouth. I licked at him and buried my nose in his dark wet bush. I gave his spent dick a kiss at the base and then looked up at him.

“Christ, Cliff. That was fucking great,” he said.

The corners of my mouth raised slightly. I was proud of my abilities. Proud that I could please him. He took a step back and tucked his dick into his jeans and zipped up and buckled his belt up. I saw a blob of my semen on his work boot and I wiped it off with my fingers. He handed me a hand towel and I wiped my chin and my hand, then wiped up the floor.

He helped me up to my feet and gave me a quick kiss and we walked out to the living room.

“I’ll see you on Saturday, then?” he asked.

“Yeah. Bye, Kent.”

Kent showed up Saturday afternoon ready to work. Before he got started, he pulled off his shirt and laid it on the chair. His white tank underneath was nice and clean. I stared at his beefy arms as he pulled the boxes from the garage into the kitchen.