Handyman Rode Raw: A Gay Male Erotic Tale
I feel the thick calloused hands on me, touching and caressing like a skilled master craftsman working its trade. His fingers trace each curve of my body with the expertise of a proud and elegant artisan. I arch my back as I am lifted up into pleasure, as I am filled with the burning desire I must quench. His flesh slides against mine as his lips taste my skin in a symphony of passion and need. His hand dips lower, pushing me to the brink of pure pleasure, as I prepare to surrender and be ridden hard and raw. This is how it always begins, and every time I am more than ready for the experience. Welcome to Handyman Rode Raw: a gay male erotic tale.
Table of Contents
- 1. Handyman’s Tool Chest – Exploring the Inventory
- 2. Cavity Filling Experience – Preparing for the Ride
- 3. Wood Shaping - Running the DIY Reserve
- 4. Finishing Touches – Ready for the Reveal
- The Conclusion
1. Handyman’s Tool Chest – Exploring the Inventory
My fingers moved expertly as I explored the contents of Handyman’s tool chest. Touching, brushing over, and running along the handle of each item inside I knew when I wanted to try something. I pulled out the screwdriver first. I held it in my right hand and stroked it with my left. I wanted to slip it inside Handyman, to take what was his.
I let out a tiny gasp of pleasure as I watched the beads of sweat glisten atop his back and neck. I slid my hands around his waist, tracing circles with my fingertips as I pushed the screwdriver forward and entered him. It slipped further and further until I heard him moan. A wave of pleasure and excitement rushed over my entire body as I rode Handyman raw.
My moves were gentle and passionate as I worked the screwdriver in and out of him. I could feel his heat radiating against my skin as I deepened my thrusts. He let out loud sounds of approval, and as I moved faster into him, Handyman’s tool chest creaked beneath us. I wanted to reach out and grab something else from his chest, maybe a hammer or a wrench, but instead I stayed focused on Handyman and the pleasure and intimacy of our intense gay erotic experience.
2. Cavity Filling Experience – Preparing for the Ride
My heart raced and palms started to sweat as I saw his eyes flash with anticipation. I knew all too well the sensation of being about to fill a cavity. He sauntered towards me, a handyman clad in tight navy blue coveralls. Though I’d never encountered him before, my mind conjured up anticipation and lust since I’d heard about him from a covering associate.
I ran my eyes over the breadth of his body, my gaze lingering over his toned chest, his slim hips encased in coverall denim, the gloves nestled in his pocket. He dangled them before me, snapping them in the air, and a naughty smile twisted across his pink lips.
- What kind of sick pleasure will he bring me this time?
- How will he fill the cavity of the deepest desire?
He edged the gloves up my arms, his rough calloused hands securing them to my wrists. His fingers trailed against my skin, and the anticipation swelled. I felt both pleasure and a slight trepidation as I watched his movements, knowing that whatever was ahead was pure pleasure, and would linger long after completion.
3. Wood Shaping – Running the DIY Reserve
My hands, as handy as they were, had been trained in metalwork, never in woodworking. Staring in awe at the expanse of timber, I tried to envision the lines and curves required to make the piece of art I envisioned. The wood I held was heavy, sturdy, and strong, yet infinitely malleable in my hands. Yet, the desire to move forward remained.
Trusting my instinct, I started to run the DIY reserve. I felt a thrill of delight as I worked the timber into shape, my body running a river of sweat. I’d select a tool and use it like a sculpture artist, moulding and forming the wood until it fit the shape exactly I had in my head. As I worked, I felt the heat from the power-sander igniting something within me; I worked into the night, driven by an unknown force.
My senses heightened, I felt creatures creeping in the corners, watching me. I shivered and pushed forward with my work, carving away at the timber, running my hands over the curves I had created. I never felt so alive, so overcome with desire, my mallet moving like a beating heart, consuming me entirely. And, when I finally stepped back to admire my work, I found myself exquisitely aroused and ready.
4. Finishing Touches – Ready for the Reveal
I. Let Loose
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. His hands felt so good against my body, his tongue slowly working its way up my abdomen as he moved his way up. I grabbed his arms firmly and felt the heat coming from his skin, as our mouths locked together. I felt my body run hot as I curled my fingers into his silky hair, kissing my way down his neck. His breath was heavy as I worked my way down, savoring every inch of him.
II. Ready for More
He responded eagerly to my touch, gritting his teeth as I trailed my hands down his back. I grabbed his ass firmly as our bodies intertwined, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. His hands worked their way up my chest, and I gasped as his palms grasped my nipples. I felt my hips rise and quiver as I shifted my position, ready for more. With a few moves, he opened himself up to me, and I licked my lips in anticipation as I felt his fullness against me.
The Conclusion
And so ended a night of indulgence for the handyman and his unseen partner, a time to savor the musk and taste of forbidden pleasure and lust on their lips. This was the kind of urgency and spontaneity that only gay males could share in such perfect harmony. As the handyman rode raw on the bedroom couch, he basked in the radiating intoxication of what can only be described as an incredibly intense night of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The found his release in a night of finding himself, and it was enough to make him never want to leave.
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