Cliff Gives Handy Man Sloppy Blowjob

“Oh god, Kent,” I moaned. “Yes…”

His head twisted and turned as he slowly bobbed up and down. I could feel his tongue fluttering all over my shaft. His finger slid down into my ass crack. I felt the pad of his finger applying pressure to my hole.

“Yes, Kent…”

He pushed his finger into me and curled it forward. As he grazed my prostate, I shuddered and let out a low moan. He looked up at me and I was lost in his blue eyes as he slid his mouth up and down.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside me. I grabbed his shoulders and tugged him upwards.

“Kent, please,” I whispered. “I need you, Kent.”

Kent kissed his way back up my stomach and chest. I looked up at him and I ran my hands over his bearded face. I held his face in my hands. He closed his eyes and leaned his head into my hand. When he opened his eyes, they were glistening. I smiled at him and gave him a tender kiss on his lips.

“I love you, Cliffy.”

He moved back down and took me back into his mouth. He pushed two fingers into me. I bucked and writhed on the bed.

“Kent,” I moaned. “Please… Need you inside me…”

He let my dick fall from his mouth and he licked and sucked each of my balls. His tongue slipped underneath and then flicked around the rim of my quivering hole. I gasped and grabbed the sheets with my fists. Kent attacked my ass with his tongue and lips. My head thrashed back and forth as he sent intense waves of pleasure through my body.

I finally couldn’t take anymore. I bent up and grabbed at his arms and pulled. “Now, Kent. Inside me.”

He crawled over me and reached into the nightstand looking for the lube. I slid down the bed under him and grabbed his thick seven-and-a-half inches. I slid the skin back and pulled it down towards my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

He was on his hands and knees above me and I slid my mouth up and down, stroking him with my hand. He finally pulled away and I moved back up onto the pillow. He grabbed my legs and pushed my knees up and spread them wide. He got onto his knees and moved up close to me. He spread lube around my hole. He teased it with his finger, then slid it in. He poured the lube on the head of his cock and along his shaft, then lined it up against my hole.

He stayed on his knees between my legs and slowly pushed inside me and I moaned as his thick cock slid against my sweet spot. Kent grabbed my hips and held me close to his body.

“Your ass is heaven, baby,” he whispered as he stared down into my eyes.

He pumped his hips forward, then pulled back. I grabbed his wrists and held on as he fucked me.

“Faster, Kent,” I panted. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Kent thrust into me in long, hard strokes. He moved faster and faster, thrusting deep into my ass. He leaned over my body, supporting his weight on his hands and arms.

“Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned.

“Oh god, I missed your big dick.”

I ran my hands up and down his furry chest and belly. I thrust back against him as he pounded my ass. His hips slapped against me, loudly echoing throughout the bedroom. His balls slapped against my ass. The bed was rocking back and forth, groaning and creaking under us. I moaned and whimpered as Kent loudly grunted and groaned. He leaned down and kissed me hard. I tightened my legs around his hips. His mouth moved to my neck. The rough whiskers of his beard prickled my skin as he sucked hard. My whole body shuddered and I writhed beneath him. My reactions caused him to groan into my neck and then he bit down.

“Gonna come,” I gasped. “Oh god, here it comes!”

Kent lifted up and pounded his cock into me, relentlessly hitting me in all the right spots. I arched my back up and threw my mouth open. My eyes rolled back into my head and I came hard. I felt a hot splash of liquid splatter my face. I gasped and clamped my ass muscles down around Kent’s thrusting shaft.

“Aw fuck yeah! Squeeze it, baby! Fuck, I’m coming!”

Kent shoved into me one last time and threw his head back and screamed my name. I gripped him tight, burying my fingers into his shoulders as Kent pumped what seemed like a gallon of come into my ass.

Kent’s arms began to give way, and he finally rolled off me with a groan. He flopped down onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I turned and looked down his body. He had a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. His prick was still rock hard and it was wet with our juices. I grabbed it with my hand and I stroked the thick veiny foreskin up and down, causing Kent to groan out loud. I bent over him and flicked at him with my tongue. It throbbed in my hand and I knew that I had to have it again. I moved up and straddled his hips. Kent’s eyes flew open and he looked at me in shock as I reached behind me and pulled his fat cock upright. I moved over him and sunk down onto him, all the way to the root.

I moaned wantonly. “Kent… Need you to come again…”

I closed my eyes for a second, letting myself feel the wonderful fullness of having Kent inside me. Then I braced myself on Kent’s body with my hands and lifted myself up. Just as he was about to slip out, I pushed back down on him. Kent groaned and his hands moved to my waist.

“Fucking ride me, baby,” he grunted.

“Yes, oh god, yes…”

Kent gripped me tightly, pulling and pushing me up and down. I rode him hard and fast as he thrust up into me. He rubbed along my sensitive gland with every thrust. My dick was hard and aching, bobbing in front of me, oozing and drolling pre-come onto his furry belly. I moaned and whimpered as I impaled myself on his girth over and over.

“Love you, baby,” he husked. “Love you so fucking much. You’re so fucking beautiful. God, I’m so close. Need you to come with me, baby. Come for me. Now!”

I looked down at Kent. His eyes bore into me and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I threw my head back as I began to spurt my load all over Kent’s chest and stomach. My tight tunnel contracted rhythmically around Kent’s cock. Kent’s fingers tightened around my waist, pressing hard into me. He bucked his hips up into me repeatedly as hard as he could. His face turned red as his pleasure overtook him. He gritted his teeth and then arched his back up and opened his mouth and cried out. His cock jerked and pulsed inside me as he blasted a second load deep inside me.

I collapsed forward onto his chest and his arms moved around me and held me tight to him. I laid my head on his heaving chest and stroked the thick hair with my fingers.

“You’re mine, baby,” Kent said as he stroked my back and kissed the top of my head. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. No more hiding.”

Kent nuzzled his nose in my hair. I sighed and wrapped my arm tight around him.

“And you’re mine, Kent. Mine forever. You’re not gonna get away from me again. I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

I carried two bottles of cold beer out to the backyard. Kent was on his knees in front of the flower bed. He pulled the last handful of weeds and tossed it into a yard bag. He wiped his forearm over his brow and looked up at me.

“Here ya go,” I said, holding out the bottle to him.

“Thanks, baby.”

He took the beer and chugged nearly half of it down. I sipped at my own bottle as I admired his handy work. The flower bed along the back fence looked beautiful. Kent had planted several bushes along the fence and colorful flowers in front. He had created a stone border around the bed and filled it with cedar mulch. He had once said he didn’t do landscaping, but this was great. Far better than I imagined.

“It looks beautiful, Kent.”

“Thanks, Cliffy.”

He pushed up to his feet and dusted off his knees. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss. He leaned his head down and gave me a slow, wet kiss. When he broke the kiss, he planted his lips on the end of my nose. I squeezed my arm around him tighter.

“Mmm. Nice,” I said as I nuzzled my nose into his bearded jaw.

Since Kent moved in with me several months ago, we’ve spent almost every weekend working around the house. I find it very rewarding and I’ve become pretty handy myself. It took him a couple of months before he started to think of the house as ‘our’ house. But it’s more than just a house now. It’s a home.

Kent’s life changed in huge ways these past months. As he let go of his hangups and started opening up, he became so much more comfortable with himself. That translated into being more comfortable with the two of us as a couple.

He made a new set of friends. A mixture of straight and gay guys like himself, who liked to hang out and watch sports and drink bear and eat wings and get all loud at the TV. Friends that truly accepted him for who he was.

And he had me.

He moved over to the patio table and sat down. I pulled my chair close so that I could sit near him, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me down onto his lap. He nuzzled his lips on my temple and lightly kissed there, causing a soft giggle to escape my lips.

“I love you, Cliffy,” he whispered. “If I don’t say it enough, please know that I do.”

I turned my head and looked back at him. His sparkling blue eyes told me how he felt about me. They told me how much he adored me. How much he loved me. As I looked back at him, I hoped that my eyes told him the same. But if they didn’t, I wanted to be sure he knew.

“I love you, Kent.”