Rawdogging the Handyman: A Homoerotic Tale
I was still reeling, my heart pounding from the heat and intensity of the previous night. Last night I had taken a scissors to the rope of inhibitions I’d held dear and let it unravel in a dance of raw and explosive passion. We’d taken the desperate entanglement of our bodies beyond the borders of decency and desire, delving into depths of pleasure I hadn’t known before. Our forbidden adventure unfolded in ways I never expected, as I made the acquaintance of a delectable handyman, who introduced me to a realm of erotica I’d only ever dreamed about. What had started as a simple chat soon spiraled into an infinite trance of carnal craving and unmitigated lust. As our eyes met I knew, I knew this was a moment I had to savor. He was tall and strong, his broad back filled with a power I could feel. His hands masterful and dripping with an energy that could only come from a man who was experienced in the art of pleasure. I wanted to be filled up so I threw aside my apprehensions and invited him into an intimate carnival of debauchery–a fierce and fevered ride that only increased my infatuation. This is the story of me and him, him and me, and the wild night we shared: Rawdogging the Handyman.
Table of Contents
- 1. Initial Encounter
- 2. The Intimacy of a Rawdogging Experience
- 3. Breaking Down the Barriers of Fear
- 4. The Pleasures of Engaging in Unconventional Sex
- Concluding Remarks
1. Initial Encounter
I tried to stifle my craving, but it was no use. I was like an animal, desperate and desperate for whatever might sate my longing. My pulse raced as I stepped out of the cab and squinted up at the dark apartment building before me.
He was there, I could sense it. The door opened silently as I approached; his piercing green eyes gasping up at me in surprise. I took a step forward, the tension thick between us, and felt his gaze rake over my body as he sized me up. I was looking for easy hookups but what I found was something deeper, my heart pounding as I felt his grip encircle my waist. Without speaking a word, he pulled me inside and I felt my inhibitions melting away for the first time.
Our tongues collided frantically as we moved towards the bedroom, his pitch-black locks cascading down his back. His hands expertly unbuttoned my jeans, his desires now clear. His body was aching and I followed his lead, my skin electrified with pleasure as I pulled his jeans down, his hardened cock connecting with my own. He spun me over, pushing me into the bed as he crawled on top, my chest quaking with anticipation as he reached around and pulled my pants down. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I felt his hardening cock against my hole, slowly edging closer until my heat could no longer bear it and I pleaded with him to enter. In one swift motion, he was inside me, his thrusts halting as he felt my intense pleasure. The sensation was indescribable, I felt my muscles tensing and my insides becoming light, stars melting into the night around us.
He rode me hard that night, my pleasure intensifying with his every thrust. The heat between us radiating through the darkness as he continued to ravish me, my cries of pleasure echoing out into the night as I finally succumbed to the pleasure. After an eternity of ecstasy, I felt his own pleasure peak, his hot cum progressively spilling out of me before finally sinking into the sheets. As our breathing returned to normal, I rolled over and felt my head sink into his strong arms and heard his whispered words of love. I had found my handyman.
2. The Intimacy of a Rawdogging Experience
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I had an unforgettable experience one steamy summer night when I decided to take my intimate night of pleasure to the next level. Our lust had been burning for weeks, and here we were, in the darkest alley of the city. The smell of danger and excitement lingered in the air. I was overwhelmed with lust as I undressed him before me. His eyes pierced mine as he pulled me in for a swift kiss. He pulled away, letting his gaze linger on my aroused body. He then lifted me up against the wall as our bodies melded into each other’s.
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Suddenly, he took my hand in his and guided it down between his legs, towards his hardened throbbing need. My heart pounded with anticipation as I felt his heat. I then watched as his face contorted in pleasure as he let go, one powerful thrust after another. His body moved with mine in perfect harmony as we both rode pleasure until its end. We both embraced each other in passion and intensity as our breath became one. That was the moment I will never forget – rawdogging the handyman in the alley.
3. Breaking Down the Barriers of Fear
The Unveiling
Young and naïve I nervously stepped into the basement workshop. Instantly I was overwhelmed by the scent of wood and oil as I stood staring into the face of a hunky handyman. He had a broad chest - covered by tight overalls - that bei,g cared for by muscular arms. Through the gloom, I felt his gaze pierce my skin, forcing the barriers of fear and apprehension that I had spent months erecting, to crumble.
Accosted by Lust
The handyman wasted no time in taunting me with the offer of illicit pleasures that he could provide. The way he stood, legs slightly apart and arms akimbo suggested that I dare not test his patience. I could already sense a choir of moans and embraces emanating from deep within me. He began to unzip his overalls,revealing an industrial strength hard-on. It was inviting me to do the unthinkable, to venture into a realm of rawdogging that I had only dreamed of.
4. The Pleasures of Engaging in Unconventional Sex
Its a Summmer Saturday Night: Nature vs Nurture
The night sizzles with the promise of the forbidden. I lay naked on a hotel bed, my body glistening in the warm melodic glow from thecity lights that dance through the blinds. My eyes wander the walls, absorbing every detail in the room; mundane, mechanically arranged, laid out like an 1800s brothel no doubt, and yet I was helplessly aroused. I knew this would be a great night.
I’d heard whispers in the gym locker room of a rougharound-the-edges handyman. His rumored craft irresistible to me, so I summoned him like a genie with a advert posted online.
“I’m looking for sexy & fun time with risks & no strings attached,” I wrote. He responded promptly, his message laden with dark intentions and a hint of an exotic escapade.
We arranged to meet at 7 pm. He’d come right to the door. All I had to do wait. That’s when the real adventure began.
I opened the door to find a tall figure, muscular physique and that slightly scruffy look that drove me so wild. He wanted to be intimate without the worry of complications or the damage that sex brings; “Rawdogging the Handyman” was his whispered command.
We embraced quickly and rough, aware of the power of our attraction and the wildness we shared. Our skin pressed against what felt like fire. With each thrust, our sounds grew louder and more primal; an unconventional erotic dance that spun us into a frenzy of passion and pleasure.
The tension was real and I welcomed it as we exploded, panting and sweating in one another’s arms. We both knew this rawdogging was forbidden and that’s exactly why it felt so incredibly good.
Concluding Remarks
The moment had finally came to an end and I lay there in the dark; spent and satisfied, yet sweat-covered and sticky. I heard a low sigh escape the handyman’s lips before he rolled off me and I nestled closer into him. As he pulled off what remained of my clothes from my body, I felt a wave of pleasure tremble through me as I shudder one last time.
No matter how hard I have tried to capture the moment, I am sure it will stay with me for a long while. It is something I will never forget and I am sure there are more pleasurable experiences still out there for me to explore. Until then, I will savor every single moment to its fullest. As I inch closer into the handyman’s warm embrace, I realize this may just be the beginning of my homoerotic tale.
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