I’m sure there’s a lot of things that come to mind when you think of a handyman – muscles, tools, shirtless abs, and big hands that can do all sorts of useful things. Well, if you’re like me, you know that those same hands can also do some naughty, delicious things – and so can their owner. I’ve heard stories of people getting wild and risky with their handyman, and to me, it sounds like a chance to explore a beautiful, homoerotic situation with all the rules thrown out the window. Tonight, I’m going to tell you a story of my experience “raw dogging” the handyman – a whirlwind adventure that I definitely won’t soon forget.
Table of Contents
- 1. Devouring His Desires – A Homoerotic Feast
- 2. “Polishing the Objects of Our Lust” - Heterosexual Titillation With a Homoerotic Twist
- 3. Tasting the Manly Handyman-Exploring Homoerotic Fantasies
- 4. Making “Raw Dogging the Handyman” – Not for the Faint of Heart!
- The Way Forward
1. Devouring His Desires – A Homoerotic Feast
The Setup: I had been noticing this nifty handyman who had been fixing things up around the apartment building for a while now. He had a totally masculine vibe; his bulging muscles protruding through the tight fabric of his work shirt, his stubbled jawline chiseled out of granite and a smirk that could make the walls sweat. Working up the nerve, one Sunday afternoon, I asked him to come up to my place late that night to do some repairs. He caught my hint and his smirk widened, adding a stream of anticipation that left me breathless.
The Action:He arrived precisely on time, toting his bag of tools and wearing a sly grin. As he laid out his tools, our eyes kept meeting, and I could feel a heat radiating between us. Soon enough, the tools were abandoned in favor of exploring each other’s desire. He ripped off my shirt and pressed his body to mine, our lips met in a passionate embrace. I could feel the power of his longing as he tore through my clothes, eager yet in complete control. He pushed me onto my back as he moved to my side, licking every inch of flesh as my arousal grew with each stroke of his tongue. The anticipation of being penetrated was palpable, smoldering with a desire that could be quenched only by his virility. With each thrust of his hips, I felt his strength and passion meld into mine, ascending to an ecstatic release. I am still trembling with pleasure.
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2. “Polishing the Objects of Our Lust” – Heterosexual Titillation With a Homoerotic Twist
The Sweet Heat of the Moment
It was a night both bright and full of electricity as I quietly made my way to the handyman’s place. I had been told that his skills were second to none, and tonight I was intent on giving them a try. The excitement began when I knocked on his door and he opened it with heavy eyes, high cheekbones, and a grin that told me he was ready to get wild. I stepped into the hallway, my body tense, knowing that the man I was about to spend the night with was going to take me all the way.
As I entered the bedroom, he greeted me with a moan of pleasure that only a man can give. He moved his hands all over my body, causing my muscles to quiver and my heart to race like a horse. His touch was like velvet, igniting a fire inside of me that I never thought I could feel. He wasted no time and I joined him hungrily in the heat of the moment. His tongue was like a whip, teasing and testing the water till it was thick and creamy, and I gave in to the sensation, reveling in the pleasure of it all.
We explored each other’s bodies with reckless abandon, as if there was no one else in the world that existed except us. I felt the intensity of our connection the moment his lips brushed my own and his hands posed themselves around my hips in a way that only a lover could. He lit up my body with an earth-shattering pleasure, and I savored the moment, content to surrender to his wardship. We moved together with an animalistic grace, and I felt like the luckiest man alive to have discovered such raw and pure lust.
3. Tasting the Manly Handyman-Exploring Homoerotic Fantasies
I, an enthusiastic gay man, steeped in anticipation and a heady fog of excitement, could barely contain myself as I awaited the doorbell — and my evening with the handyman I had summoned for my pleasure. The entire day’s thoughts had been consumed by visions of his athletic physique, and now I was determined make sure those fantasies were fully realized.
A few minutes later, my handyman had arrived. We stood, facing each other. He, tall and dark; me, slightly shorter and blond. We regarded each other for a few fraught seconds, and I knew that my raw and almost unchecked desire was mirrored in his face. Knowing I could wait no longer, I grabbed his shirt and tore it open. His sculpted body was perfect — hard and finely formed. Then, trembling with anticipation, I:
- The Handyman Nibbled: Traced my neck with his teeth, neck with his lips.
- The Handyman Fondled: Stroked my chest with his hands. Traced my torso with his palms.
- The Handyman Feasted: He caressed my below the belt bulge. And eagerly tasted the forbidden fruit of my maleness.
Hastily, I removed his clothing, gasping at his fleshy valleys and mountainous peaks. Nothing was held back. I was hungry to explore and to savor. Skin contacting skin, I explored his body in minute detail, nibbling, licking, tasting, just like that first wet kiss. I murmured soft praises and moaned with pleasure at every new delight I found. Then, quivering with anticipation, he moved his lips to mine, and we shared a passionate, erotic embrace that left us both panting and insatiable.
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4. Making “Raw Dogging the Handyman” – Not for the Faint of Heart!
- Into the Fray
I was more than ready when the alley opened up to me. He was there, bathed in a heat that sizzled with threat and promise, his skin thoughtful and inviting. As I stepped closer, my eyes filled with passion and lust, ready for him and whatever he was going to bring my way. His jeans hung low, revealing the promise of what beneath it. I moved close, feeling the energy of his body connect with mine, his eyes sparking like fire. Our movements was catlike, fluid, silken, intensifying with each step as we came closer and closer.
When I was a breath away from his lips, we melted and his hands explored the most intimate places. I wanted it to last forever, and with his skilled touch its certainly felt like it would. His movements were precise and eagerly desired, his fingers striking a perfect balance between pleasure and pain. He touched my chest, my neck, his tongue dancing between my lips, his hands rippling over my body like wildfire. My skin was just as alive as his, searing with short of need and desire as I ground against him and let the night take us into its depths.
The Way Forward
As always, I hope my always sensual, passionate, and raw oral storytelling awakens in you a division of your own gay, passionate, and intimate stories and fantasies. Our language can be used to spark a craving of desire, fantasies, and dreams, yet it can be used as a doorway to a series of rich and wild adventures. Tell them in whispers in a dark room. Tell them in the roaring waves of a beach. In a carpark at night, or when a real connection is made. Remember to seek out the pleasure you desire, and never to shy away from truly living the life you choose. Until next time, live out your desires freely and go where your passions lead you.