Cliff Gives Handy Man Sloppy Blowjob

After he finished his smoke, he flicked the butt into the yard and pulled me up out of my chair.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Oh? It’s still early,” I said with an innocent smile.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” he growled.

He grabbed for my butt, and I smacked his hand away with a giggle. He chased me inside and up the stairs. He was remarkably fast, not that I was really trying to get away. I gasped when he grabbed me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.

“Get your clothes off,” he grunted as he started to strip.

I quickly pulled my clothes off and tossed them onto the floor. He crawled onto the bed. I spread my legs and he moved between them and hovered above me. I looked up into his eyes and ran my hands down his chest to his belly to his sides. He looked down at me and smiled.

“You’re more than just a fuck to me, Cliffy,” he said quietly. “You’re very special to me. I don’t want you to ever think that you’re not.”

“Thank you, Kent. That means a lot to me. I really like you.”

“Good. Now turn over.”

Kent turned me over onto my stomach. He spread my cheeks apart and dove in. I gripped the pillow and moaned. It was like he was trying to push his whole face into my ass. The things he could do with his tongue… freaking incredible. His beard gave me whisker burn, making my ass even more sensitive to his touch and his tongue.

His tongue was replaced by two slippery fingers. He pushed them in effortlessly and I moaned as he rubbed against my prostate. He twisted and stretched and rubbed. My dick was dripping pre-come onto the sheets below me as I pushed my ass back to meet this thrusting hand.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees. A hand pushed down on my back and I was on all fours like he wanted. I felt the head of his dick pushing against me. It felt like a red hot poker was sliding into me.

I wanted it so bad, there wasn’t a trace of pain as he slowly slid into me. When I felt his furry bush against my ass and his big heavy balls laying against mine, I groaned and pushed back into him. I normally hate being fucked doggy style. It’s so impersonal. But here I was on all fours and before I knew it, I was whining and begging. “Fuck me, Kent.”

“Yeah, baby… Gonna fuck you so good…”

Kent grabbed my hips and slowly slid out and then rammed into me.

“Oh!” I cried out. “Yes!”

Kent slapped my ass hard with his hand and began pumping in and out of me. His thrusts were hard and deep and relentless. I hung my head down and whimpered. I pushed back against him, completely lost in ecstasy.

I moaned his name over and over. “Kent… Kent…”

“Cliffy… Baby… so good… so tight…”

I finally couldn’t take it any more. I reached my right hand up between my legs only to have Kent grab my wrist and smack it away.

“Please,” I begged. “I need to come…”

Kent ignored my pleas and increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. He jackhammered into me over and over, hitting my prostate with every thrust. He smacked my ass again.

My body started to quiver. I let out a sob and gasp. I gripped the sheets so tight in my fists that my knuckles turned white.

“Oh god! Oh! Kent!” I screamed as my dick lurched and sprayed a bolt of semen all over the sheets underneath me. I spurt several more times, soaking the sheets below me.

My convulsing ass was too much for Kent and it pushed him over the edge.

“FUCK!” he shouted as his cock throbbed and pulsed his seed deep inside my guts.

He fell forward onto my back and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my back and neck and shoulders. My arms trembled from the weight and they buckled and I felt out of his arms onto the sticky sheets below me.

He laid down on top of me. He stroked my hair and kissed the side of my face. I closed my eyes and let myself feel cherished for a few moments.

“I think we need a shower, baby,” he chuckled.

“I think we need to change the sheets,” I laughed.

We got up and took a quick shower together, then stood at the sink and brushed our teeth.

Kent helped me change the sheets and make the bed and I wrapped my arms around him.

“You are gonna stay the night with me, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah. I was kinda hoping you’d ask.”

I got into bed and he crawled in and spooned behind me and pulled me to his chest. I melted back into his warm furry body and was asleep in an instant.

When the alarm went off the next morning, I was dead tired. Kent reached behind him and shut the alarm off and with a groan, pushed himself out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom.

I got out of bed with a grunt and followed him into the bathroom. He was standing at the toilet with his eyes closed. His cock hung heavy as he pissed a big strong stream into the toilet. He reminded me of a kid standing there all sleepy with his hair all messed up. There was nothing kid-like about that body, though. My heart pounded as I looked at him.

I shook my head and turned on the shower and got it warmed up. Kent walked up to me and grunted and gave me a quick kiss as he stepped into the shower. I took a quick piss, then joined him in the shower.

“I thought I wasn’t a morning person,” I said. “But you… You’re something else,” I chuckled.

“Need coffee,” he grunted as he washed his chest and armpits.

I laughed and squeezed some shower gel onto my hands and squatted down in front of him. I soaped up his legs and thighs and his dick started to harden in front of me. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I twirled my tongue all over the hooded head and then pushed the foreskin back with my lips.

I looked up at Kent he was standing with his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face.

I knew we didn’t have a lot of time, so I took him all the way into my throat. I pulled back and stroked with my hand, then plunged down over and over. I took him in my hand and stroked him while I licked and sucked on his balls.

“Gonna shoot, baby,” he groaned.

I kept stroking his dick and I flicked my tongue all over the head and the slit.

“Keep going, baby… Jerk me off…”

I looked up and he was staring down at me.

He grunted loudly. “Don’t stop…”

I looked up into his eyes as I jerked him off.

“Open your mouth,” he husked. “Keep stroking…”

I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock rest on my bottom lip. I fondled his balls inside their tightened sack and twisted my hand up and down his shaft.

“Ungh… Fuck…”

Kent’s eyes locked onto mine and he grunted as a huge spurt of come flew out of his cock and landed in a rope across my face. I whimpered as he coated my face and tongue with his huge load.

His chest heaved as he came down from his orgasm. He looked down at me with a lustful smirk. “You look fucking hot with my load all over your face, baby.”

He quickly pulled me up to my feet and squatted in front of me. He took my red and swollen dick into his mouth and sucked up and down. His hand pushed between my legs and I spread for him. He pushed his middle finger into my ass and began pumping it hard into me, jabbing at my prostate with each thrust.

I gripped Kent’s shoulders tightly and screamed his name as my nuts unloaded into his hot mouth. I slumped back against the wall as he slowed down his movements. He stood up and held my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly.

We finished washing up and then got dressed for work. Kent dressed in his usual manner: jeans, wife beater tank top, long sleeved button down shirt. After he dressed he got his cell phone and made some calls.

I dressed in a white shirt and my charcoal suit slacks. I put on a purple tie with little white polka dots and buttoned up my suit vest. I set my suit coat on the chair in the kitchen and started breakfast.

“Need any help with anything?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen and poured two mugs of coffee for us.

“Nope. Well, you can get the plates and silverware.”

“Sure, babe.”

Kent brought me the plates and I scooped the eggs and plated his sausage patties and toast.

“You cook like this every morning?” he asked.

“Nah. Sometimes on the weekend.”

“You don’t have to cook just for me,” he said as we sat down at the breakfast bar.

“I don’t mind. A big, hard working guy like you needs to eat breakfast. You need the energy to help you get through the day.”

“Thanks, Cliffy,” he said quietly as he stared at me.

I smiled at him and he grabbed my head and pulled me closer and gave me a loud kiss on the the side of my head.

“You like pancakes?” I asked. “I’ll make pancakes the next time you stay over. Or do you like waffles better?”

“Pancakes are good.”

“Okay. Pancakes it is.”

“With blueberries?”

“Sure.”

Kent grinned like a little kid and dug into his food. We quickly finished our breakfast and got ready to go.

“God damn, you look good in a suit,” he said as he ran his hands over my shoulders. “I love the vest. It’s sharp.”

“Thanks,” I blushed. We stepped out into the garage and I pressed the opener button.

I tossed my briefcase into my BMW sedan and turned to Kent. “I got class tonight and Friday night, so… um…”

“Maybe we can get dinner tomorrow then?” he asked.

I nodded. “Okay.”

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss and then headed out to his pickup truck in the driveway. I watched in the rearview mirror as he lit a smoke. He put the truck in reverse and backed out. He held up his hand out the window and waved as he drove away.

I sat in the garage for a few minutes gripping the steering wheel thinking about how I felt. I knew that it was going to be impossible for me to keep things casual with Kent. I was already falling in love with him.

Kent spent the night again on Thursday and I did indeed make blueberry pancakes for him Friday morning before we went to work.

We spent all day Saturday working on the guest bathroom. He did all of the real work, but I was there to assist and hold things or hand him things. It was amazing watching him work. I could tell that he really took pride in his work. He made sure everything was exactly perfect. We had to wait until Tuesday to do the grouting while the tile dried. Once the grout was done, he put the toilet back on. I had bought all new towels and accessories, plus a new shower curtain. Once it was complete, I hugged him and kissed him and told him how much I loved it.

“We should do the master bathroom next, baby.”

“I would love to make it like a spa in there. Lots of natural tiles and glass.”

“I can do whatever you want, but if you’re wanting to change the layout, you probably should hire a plumber and have him get the permits.”

“No, I like the layout. I just want to make it really nice.”

Over the next month, Kent spent the night with me every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. In the mornings, I’d make him breakfast and we’d go off to work. Saturdays were spent working on the master bathroom.

When we finally finished the bathroom, I was amazed. It was completely transformed. I had a new jacuzzi tub, a new vanity with glass wash bowl sinks and modern hardware. Kent installed heated slate floors. The green-blue tiles in the shower were beautiful.

I was standing in the middle of the room grinning. Kent came up behind me and put his arms around me and kissed my shoulder and neck.

“I love it, Kent. It’s more beautiful than I could have imagined.”

“Only the best for you, Cliffy.”

I turned around and kissed him. I licked at his bottom lip, begging for him to allow me inside. I flicked at his tongue and he became aggressive and pushed back at my tongue and my mouth. He kissed me deeply until we had to move apart to breathe.

He lightly brushed his lips all over mine and I clutched at his broad back, urging him closer. He sucked hard on my neck, lightly biting and chewing.

“I love you, Kent,” I breathed.

The words just slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t mean to admit it. I knew that he would never return the feeling. I gasped and my eyes flew open. The look of shock on his face told me that he had not been expecting to hear that. Tears flooded my eyes and I pulled out of his arms and clapped my hands over my mouth. I pushed around him and tried to flee the room.

He quickly grabbed me and pulled me back to him. His arms tightened around my chest as he held my back against his body.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled into my ear.

“Kent, please,” I cried.

“You tell me you love me and then you run?”

“I know you can’t love me back,” I sniffled.

“Says who?”

I closed my eyes. “Please don’t play with me, Kent,” I whispered.

“Come here,” he said as he took my hand and led me to my bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and sat me down next to him. He lifted my chin up with his fingers, directing me to look into his eyes. I saw how much he cared about me and I gave him a little smile. He wiped away my tears with his thumbs.

“I’m not very good at showing my feelings. You’re fucking adorable, Cliffy. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. You’ve got such a big heart, so kind and generous. How could I not love you back?”

“You mean it?”

“I love you, too, Cliff.”

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. I looked into his eyes and whimpered in need. I jumped on him and pushed him back onto the bed. I straddled his hips and grabbed his shirt and pulled myself down to him and kissed him.

“I need you, Kent,” I whispered. “I need you inside me. Please.”

I pulled off my polo shirt and tossed it to the ground. I unbuttoned Kent’s shirt and pushed up his wife beater. I ran my hands up and down his furry body.

“Aw fuck, baby,” he groaned. “I love it when you beg for me. You get my dick so fucking hard.”

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and reached my hands into his boxer shorts. I grabbed his dick and started stroking him.

“Oh, god, it’s so hot,” I moaned.

Kent grabbed me and rolled us over so that I was on my back.