Cliff Gives Handy Man Sloppy Blowjob

He replaced the chunk of moldy drywall in the downstairs bath first, which was thankfully only on the surface. He then repaired the holes in the drywall in my master bedroom. He cut the drywall away and screwed in new pieces. He mudded and sanded until the walls were perfectly smooth. After he finished that, he turned off the kitchen breaker and started on the under-cabinet lights.

I tried to stay out of his way, but I did check on him every once in awhile and offered to help. He had me hold the ladder and hand him the breakfast area chandelier. I watched him twist the colored wires together and then cap them with electrical caps. I had a nice view of his crotch as he stood on the ladder. I could see the lump of his dick pushing down his left pant leg.

I cleared my throat and returned my gaze upwards. “Hey, Kent?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you maybe wanna share a pizza for dinner? And I got beers in the fridge.”

“Sure, Cliff. Sounds good.”

He finished up the chandelier and then I helped him replace the fluorescent light.

“God, this thing is ugly,” I said as I took it from him. “I’m so glad to see it go.”

A couple hours later, the one light over the breakfast bar was replaced by three new hanging pendant lights. Kent went to the garage and turned on the breaker.

“Go for it, Cliffy,” he said as he walked back into the kitchen.

I blushed at his nickname for me and gave him a shy smile. I walked over to the light switches and turned on all of the lights. The new lights made a huge difference. I had a ton of light now. Not only were the fixtures functional, but they were very fashionable as well. I was very much pleased with my purchases, and very glad that I had someone like Kent to help me out.

“Beautiful,” I said as I looked around.

“Yeah. Sure is,” he said quietly.

I looked back and smiled at him. He was looking at me and not the light fixtures. I chuckled nervously.

“Excuse me a minute,” I said after I cleared my throat. I’m gonna call in our order.”

I grabbed my cell phone and called up the pizzeria and ordered a large with the works. We grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down on the couch in the great room.

We sat quietly for a few seconds. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Kent seemed to perk up when I got to a football game, so I set the remote down.

“Oh, before I forget,” I said.

I got up and got Kent’s check from my office and brought it to him.

“Thank you so much for your help, Kent,” I said. “This place has been a wreck for so long and in just a week, it’s already looking like a home.”

I held out my beer and he tapped the neck of my bottle with his and we both took a drink. I let out a deep breath and leaned back on the couch. I looked over at Kent and wondered what he was thinking. I really liked him and I was sure he liked me, but I kind of knew that whatever it was we had would never really go anywhere.

I looked down at my beer bottle and began picking at the label. What kind of relationship could a hyper-masculine closeted contractor have with a guy like me? I was definitely not in the closet. I wouldn’t say that I was ‘queeny’, but I knew that most people suspected I was gay if they didn’t already know when they first looked at me. I was soft-spoken and a little bit shy. I sometimes got mistaken for a ma’am at drive-throughs.

“You okay?” I heard him ask.

I looked up at Kent. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. Just zoned out for a second.”

“Are you–“

The doorbell rang and I got up to get our food from the delivery man. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some paper plates and napkins.

Kent stood up and pulled out his wallet. “Let me pay for my half.”

“No. Put your money away. It’s my treat. To thank you for being so great.”

I didn’t mean that the way it sounded and I cringed a little bit. I set the pizza on the coffee table and we dug in.

It was really good and we were both starved. We ate the whole thing pretty quickly. I let him have the last piece. I wondered if he was still hungry. Maybe I should have ordered two.

I stood up to take care of the trash.

“Let me get that,” he said.

“No, that’s okay.”

“I insist. Plus, it gives me an excuse to grab a smoke.”

I smiled. “Okay. The trash bin’s out back, next to the deck.”

He grabbed the paper plates and the empty box and headed out the back door. I went and washed my hands, then I decided to join him outside. He was standing on the back deck looking out at the back yard while smoking his cigarette.

“Hey,” I said as I walked up next to him.

“This is nice,” he said. “Though I’d probably sod the yard. It’s got a lot of bare spots.”

“Yeah. That’s on the list, too. I’d love to have a little garden with flowers and stuff, too.”

“I don’t really do landscaping, but I got a buddy that can help you with that if you’re interested.”

“I might take you up on that. So what’s your house like? I’ll bet it’s like a show house, huh?”

Kent chuckled. “Nah. I rent half of a duplex. It’s not bad. I’ve been wanting to buy a house for years, but just never got around to looking into it.”

Kent finished his smoke and flicked the butt into the back yard. He exhaled the smoke away from me and then we went back inside.

“Kent? How long do the patches on my bedroom wall need to dry before I can paint over them?”

“Let me check to see if they’re dry.”

I followed him to my master bedroom. I sat down on the bed while he looked at his handy work. I only asked as a pretense to get him into my bedroom. I was sure that he knew this.

He looked over at me sitting on the bed. “You can paint them anytime.”

That cocky half-smile appeared on his face. He licked his lips and openly adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans, making no effort to be inconspicuous about his arousal. He moved and sat down next to me. I looked up at him and swallowed nervously. He smirked at me and then bent down and kissed me. I whimpered and put my arms around him and he kissed me deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth and I pushed back against it. Our tongues tangled and twirled over each other.

I broke the kiss and slid up onto the bed. Kent crawled up next to me and we laid on our sides facing each other.

“You are fucking gorgeous, Cliffy,” he said.

I blushed deeply, causing a chuckle out of him. I pushed my mouth onto his and kissed him hungrily. We kissed and made out hot and heavy. He rolled me onto my back and rolled on top of me, causing me to moan softly. I looked up at him, noticing for the first time the flecks of gray in his brown hair and beard. I reached up and ran my hand over his beard.

“You’re such a stud,” I breathed.

I ran my hands over the large scorpion on his arm. He moved his leg so that both of his legs were between mine. I could feel his hard cock grinding into me as he sucked on my neck, then nibbled my ear lobe. My eyes fluttered closed and I arched my body up to his.

“I wanna fuck you,” he husked into my ear.

I trembled beneath him and nodded. “Yes,” I panted as I spread my legs for him.

Kent pulled back onto his knees. He pulled my glasses off and set them on the nightstand. He unbuttoned my shirt and helped pull my t-shirt off. He unbuckled my pants and pulled them off and tossed them onto the pile. Next came my briefs, then my socks. I laid completely naked on the bed as Kent’s eyes wandered up and down my body.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered.

I reached up and grabbed Kent’s wife beater and pulled it over his head. I whimpered at the sight of his hairy body. I ran my hands up and down his hairy chest and belly.

“You like that fur, boy?” he growled.

“Yeah. I love it.”

I reached down to his jeans and unbuckled his belt. I unzipped his jeans and Kent help me out by pulling off his pants and tossing them onto the floor. He pulled off his socks and I pulled him on top of me.

“I love the way you feel on top of me,” I whispered. “You’re so big and manly.”

Kent attacked my neck with his mouth, sucking my delicate skin into his mouth. My body shuddered underneath his as he sucked and nipped at my neck with his teeth, leaving a dark bruise. He licked up my neck and sucked my ear lobe into his mouth. His tongue ran along my ear and I shuddered once more.

His hard, calloused hands rubbed up and down my body. He licked his way down my neck to my chest. His mouth and tongue played with each of my nipples. The brown nubs quickly stiffened into hard little peaks. He kissed at the light patch of hair in the middle of my chest. His hands moved underneath me to cup my ass cheeks.

“Turn over,” he husked.

I rolled over onto my stomach and let out a deep breath.

“Where’s your lube?” he breathed into my ear as he laid on top of me.

I pointed at the left nightstand and he pulled open the drawer and pulled out the nearly full bottle. He moved between my legs and ran his hands up and down my back, settling on my ass.

“You got a perfect little ass, Cliffy. Like it was made just for my big cock.”

I whimpered and closed my eyes as he kneaded my tight cheeks.

“What’s this?” he asked. I felt him trace the quarter sized scar on my left butt cheek and the two smaller scars a couple of inches below.

“I was bit by a rottweiler when I was little. I was running from him and, well… he got me.”

Kent stifled a chuckle. I raised up on my elbows and looked back at him and frowned. He saw the look on my face and then started to laugh out right, a really loud belly laugh. His laughter was infectious and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Bastard. I was traumatized,” I said between giggles.

“Poor baby,” he said as his laughter subsided. He bent down and pressed his lips to my scar and tenderly kissed it. “Better?” he asked seductively.

“Yeah,” I breathed out.

He kissed it again before moving lower and kissing the small scars. His hands pulled my cheeks apart and I heard him growl approvingly.

‘Oh god, please, Kent,’ I thought to myself.

I whimpered in pleasure as his tongue flicked against my hole. “Oh my god…”

I gripped the sheets and buried my face in the pillow as his tongue darted all around the sensitive ring of skin. He pushed his tongue into me, flicking it in and out and swirling it all around. I relaxed into the bed as Kent rimmed me. I gripped the pillow and my dick throbbed into the sheets below me.

I felt him pull away and I whimpered in disappointment. “Kent…”

His warm tongue was replace with the coolness of the lube as he rubbed it all around. He pushed his finger into me and tapped my prostate.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

Kent pushed two fingers into me and then three. I was bucking back against his thrusting hand.

“You want it, baby?” he asked.

“Yes… please… I want it…”

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want your big dick, Kent.”

“Where do you want my big dick?”

“I want it in my ass. I want you to fuck me. Please, Kent. I can’t take it anymore.”

Kent moved on top of me and lowered his beefy bear body on top of me. He kissed along my neck and shoulders.

I felt his fingers spreading more lube onto my hole. I heard him lubing up his dick and then I felt the hot head pushing against me. I moaned like a slut when the fat head of his cock slid into me. His arms moved underneath me, around my chest and he held me tight against him. His hairy chest and belly pressed into my back.

“You feel so good, Cliffy,” he whispered my ear.

Kent pulled back and slowly pushed into me. I let out a little whimper of discomfort. He kissed along my neck to soothe me.

He slid out and pushed back in again, sliding across that bundle of nerves inside me that had me quivering and moaning. He quickly built up speed, pumping in and out of me. He groaned and grunted, matching my moans and whimpers.

When I felt him move off me and pull out, I moaned at the emptiness.

“No, don’t stop,” I pleaded.

“Turn over. I wanna see you.”

He helped me onto my back. He pushed my legs back so that my knees were practically against my chest. He entered me to hilt in one swift movement.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “So big…”

Kent thrust in and out of my ass. His hips slapped hard against me with each thrust. I lowered my legs, and locked them around his waist. I ran my hands up and down his back. I raked my fingers through the patch of hair on his lower back above the crack of his ass. I ran them around his sides and all around his chest and belly. The way the soft hair tickled my fingers was heavenly.

Kent looked down into my eyes. “Cliffy… Baby…”

“Don’t stop, Kent… You feel so good inside me…”

“Am I hurting you? Can you take it harder?”

“Yes, harder, Kent. Oh god, please…”

Kent slammed his cock into me as hard as he could. His hips slapped loudly against me. His hands moved to my head and he held me and kissed me passionately. His belly pushed against my aching dick. The hairs rubbed against it. My pre-come made it slippery. I was getting close.

“Need you to come, baby,” he grunted. “Can’t hold back much longer…”

I pushed my hips back into him, trying to rub my wet dick against him. He thrust harder, pounding my prostate relentlessly. I sucked hard on his tongue and moaned. I gripped his back tight and I exploded.

I clamped down on his thrusting cock. My tight channel spasmed and contracted and my dick exploded between our bodies, spurting hot semen all over our bellies. Kent pulled off my mouth and gasped.

“Cliffy! OH! FUCK!”

Kent’s cock throbbed and pulsed as he coated my insides with jets of hot semen. He collapsed on top of me. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He lightly stroked my hair and kissed along my neck and ear.

“Fucking amazing,” he whispered. “You’re the best lay I’ve had in… shit, I can’t remember when.”

A trickle of his cooling seed oozed out of me as he pulled out and rolled over onto his back.

I turned my head and looked at him through half-closed eyes, completely and utterly satisfied. I smiled at him and he laughed at me and leaned in and kissed me. I laid my head back down and his arms tightened around me.