Cliff Gives Handy Man Sloppy Blowjob

He growled in my ear, “Gonna fuck you so good, baby. You’re gonna know how much I love you when I’m done with you.”

I grabbed my belt and struggled to get it unbuckled. Kent grabbed my jeans and pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. He bent down and began sucking and licking my nipples. I gripped his hair and arched my back up to him. One of his hands moved between my legs and began rubbing along my hole and I shuddered beneath him. His mouth moved to my neck and he sucked hard, marking me with a dark hickey.

“Now, Kent, please!”

As Kent moved up and kissed me, the doorbell rang.

“Shit,” I hissed.

It rang again impatiently three more times in a row.

I pushed up on my elbows. “Who the heck could that be?”

“Who the fuck cares?” Kent said as he pushed me back down on the bed and moved in between my legs.

“Cliff?!” Walt’s voice called out from the kitchen. “Where are you?”

Walt must have came in through the open garage into the kitchen.

“Shit!”

I scrambled up out of bed and pulled on my jeans and polo shirt and I ran down the stairs to find Walt, Byrne and Chip walking out of the kitchen into the living room.

“Hey, guys,” I panted.

“Didn’t you hear us ringing the bell?” Walt asked.

“No. I, uh, I was upstairs. Wh-What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re going out to dinner,” Chip said. “And you’re not canceling this time.”

“Where’s the handyman?” Byrne asked.

“Um… He’s upstairs.”

The three of them traded glances and eyed me suspiciously.

“So, when do we get to see the bathroom?” Byrne asked.

“Oh, um… Yeah, come on.”

They followed me up to the guest bathroom and I showed it off, pointing out all of the details.

“Didn’t Kent do a great job?” I said proudly.

“This is really nice, Cliff,” Chip said.

“Thanks.”

“Let’s see the master,” Walt said.

“Oh. Wait–“

I chased after three of them as they walked down the hall into my bedroom. I looked around for Kent, but I didn’t see him. I noticed he had picked everything up and even made the bed.

We stepped into the bathroom. Kent was packing up his tools and then wiped his hand on a rag.

“Hey, guys,” he said.

Walt, Chip and Bryne looked around the bathroom in awe.

“Holy shit!” Walt said. “This is gorgeous!”

“Wow, man. This is beautiful. You did all this?” Chip asked Kent.

“Yup. Cliffy helped a little,” he grinned.

I cringed as ‘Cliffy’ slipped out of his mouth. The slip of his nickname for me did not go unnoticed by my friends. Kent saw the look of sheer panic on my face and his smile disappeared.

“‘Cliffy’ helped?” Byrne asked as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“It was nothing,” I said dismissively.

“Whatever. You ready to go?” Walt asked me. “I’m starved.”

“Oh, um… I guess.”

“I’ll catch you later, Cliff,” Kent said. “Call me if you have any more work.”

He walked past us without looking at me and headed down the stairs.

“Kent! Wait,” I called out.

I bounded down the stairs after him and caught up to him in the kitchen.

“Wait. Please,” I whispered.

Kent stopped and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Don’t go. I’ll get rid of them.”

“Nah. They’re your friends. Go out. Have fun. Call me when it’s convenient,” he snipped.

I was caught completely off guard by his tone.

“Kent. Please don’t be upset. Besides, it’s not like you’re bringing me around your friends.”

“That’s different. My friends don’t know I’m gay. But you? You’re just embarrassed to be seen slumming with the construction worker.”

“That’s not true at all!”

“Isn’t it? I see your friends with their designer clothes and their expensive cars.”

“My friends can be a little snobby, I admit. But I’m not embarrassed by you. I didn’t think you wanted people to know that you were gay, so I wasn’t about to announce it to the biggest gossip queens in town. If I had my way, everyone would know that I’m in love with you.”

Someone cleared their throat and I turned to see my friends standing in the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt this little episode of The Waltons, but I’m hungry,” Walt said.

I sighed and took Kent’s hand in mine and pulled him next to me. I looked at my friends and simply said, “Kent and I are dating.”

“Duh,” Walt said.

“Yeah,” Chip added. “That was pretty obvious when you came downstairs with a hickey and that ‘I’ve just been fucked’ look.”

“I’ll call the restaurant and change our call-ahead to five,” Byrne said.

Kent looked down at his jeans and work shirt. “Oh… I’m not really dressed for…”

“You’re fine,” Walt said. “You’re okay too, Cliff. Let’s go. Chop chop.”

I gave Kent an apologetic smile. Kent straightened my shirt and ran his fingers through my hair and smoothed it down.

Kent and I followed in his pickup truck to the restaurant, an Italian place where we frequently dined as a group.

“Baby?” Kent asked as he drove.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier. I had no right, especially given my situation with my friends.”

“It’s okay, Kent. I understand. I’m sorry, too.”

We smiled at each other and he took my hand and held it in his as we drove.

Dinner with my friends went really well. They were really interested in the work Kent did on my house so far and Chip had some things he wanted to hire him for. They were surprisingly pleasant and not at all snobby. Of course, Kent was quite funny and very charming. He had them eating out of his hand.

At one point he had just told a story about doing a bathroom repair for a woman in her fifties. She was very prim and proper. They were in the bathroom and he asked for a towel. She pointed to a drawer and he opened the wrong one. It was filled with sex toys, including a very large dildo. The woman nearly passed out and she tripped over herself as she rushed to slam the drawer shut.

He had all of us laughing hysterically. He looked at me and winked and I fell in love with him just a little bit more.

We continued to date for a few more months and everything was great. He almost always spent the night at my house on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. In the bedroom, there was still passion and excitement.

We decided to paint the master bedroom, so we headed to Home Depot to pick out some paint and get some supplies. While waiting for them to mix my paint, we pushed a cart down the aisles, talking and laughing.

Kent suddenly stiffened. His entire demeanor changed in a split second as a tall, lanky man approached us.

“Kent, buddy, what’s goin’ on?” he asked.

“Same old shit, Jack,” Kent shrugged.

Jack looked at me through narrowed eyes and nodded his head towards me. “Who’s this?”

“That’s Clifford. I’ve been doing some repairs on his house.”

I gave Jack a little smile and he looked me up and down. His demeanor oozed hostility. My smile faded and I wandered a little further down the aisle. I picked up some blue masking tape and pretended to read the label.

“Can you believe that shit that Boyd pulled last week?” Jack said to Kent.

“Nah. I ain’t surprised,” Kent said. “He’s a fuckin’ pussy. Bowman is gonna kick his scrawny little ass one of these days.”

Jack lowered his voice a little. “You better be careful hanging out with that guy.”

“What do ya mean?”

“He’s a faggot.”

“Nah, man. He’s cool.”

Jack scoffed. “Yeah, right. You better be careful. I was doing some work for a sissy like him once. He fucking grabbed my dick and I punched him in his fucking face.”

“No shit? If he tries anything like that, I’ll knock him on his ass.”

I couldn’t listen anymore. I kept walking down to the end of the aisle, then turned and kept going.

In less than thirty seconds, the illusion of my perfect relationship came crashing down. My perfect boyfriend was in the closet. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he and his friends acted like homophobic jerks.

As I stood in front of the light bulbs, I felt a warm trickle run down my cheek. I quickly wiped the tear away and took a deep breath.

Several minutes later, Kent came around the corner with the cart.

“There you are,” he said. “You ready to go?”

I looked down at the paint cans in the cart and I nodded. I followed him to the checkout and I pulled my debit card out. We silently loaded the paint and the supplies into his truck and drove back to my house.

Kent followed me into the kitchen from the garage and I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He took it from me and put it back. He put his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.

“I’m sorry, Cliffy,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I hurt you. Please…”

“Kent…” My voice cracked and I had to start again. “Kent… I love you, but I don’t know if I can do this…”

Kent’s arms tightened around me. “Please, Cliffy. Just give me a little more time, baby. I love you.”

His voice cracked with emotion. When I looked up at him, he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back at him.

“Just a little more time, Cliff. You can meet my friends. Let them get used to the idea of you first.”

That night we didn’t make love. Kent just held me in his arms, slowly rubbing my back and hair while I laid my head on his chest.

I met my friends a couple of days later for lunch and I told them what happened.

“Kent is so perfect,” I said. “I love everything about him and I know that he loves me. It’s just this one thing.”

“You can’t change people, Cliff,” Byrne said. “You can’t force him to come out.”

“But he wants me to meet his friends,” I insisted.

“Yeah,” Walt said. “Good luck pretending to be straight, because that’s what he’s going to expect.”

“Why would you want to be with someone who denies your relationship?” Chip asked.

“He’s just going to keep using you,” Byrne said.

I huffed. “He’s not using me. He cares about me. You guys make me sound like some kind of doormat.”

“Puh-lease,” Walt said as he rolled his eyes. “You have ‘Welcome’ written all over your face. Or your ass, as the case may be.”

“It’s not like that,” I said defensively. “And you’re not funny.”

They were all ganging up on me. They didn’t understand what I was feeling. I pushed my plate away. “I have to get back to work.”

I threw twenty bucks on the table and left the restaurant in a hurry. I somehow managed to make it through the rest of the day, but my mind was not really on my job.

That next week when Kent invited me to go out with his friends to watch the baseball game, of course I agreed. We drove separately since he would be coming from a job. When I pulled into the Bulldog’s parking lot, I saw Kent’s truck and parked near it. I took a deep breath and walked inside the sports bar. I looked around the bar. The atmosphere was loud and dimly lit. There were large screen TV’s all over the restaurant. I saw Kent and his friends at one of the tables in front of the large projector screen. As I approached the four men, I could hear them talking loudly and laughing as they drank their beer and watched the game.

“Hi,” I said.

Kent stood up and shook my hand. He grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and pulled it up to the table.

“Guys, this is Cliff,” he said. “Cliff, these are the guys. Roger, Jack, Miller, and Boyd.”

I recognized Jack as the lanky guy from the Home Depot. Roger and Boyd were both big guys like Kent. Miller was short and tubby.

I smiled and waved at them. They all looked at me and grunted and nodded their heads. Roger looked me up and down and shook his head and scoffed, then returned to the game.

I shifted uneasily and glanced up at Kent. He was getting the waitress’s attention to order me a beer.

“You got a wife or girlfriend, Cliff?” Boyd asked me.

Roger and Jack looked at each other and both made a noise that sounded like a half laugh, half snort. I could see Kent’s body stiffen out of the corner of my eye.

“No. Um… I’m not dating anyone right now,” I said nervously.