I’m a guy, and this is my story. You should take it as it is and as you will—a tale told like no other in a style that can only be described as raw, hot, and graphic. This is an encounter that speaks to the heart of hardcore pleasure, and the undeniable truth of the male sex drive. I’m talking about riding the Handyman, a pleasure that knows no bounds. It is a pure, in-your-face adventure, taking me from a solitary journey to an ecstatic explosion of pleasure.
Come along, as I take you by the hand, on a wild ride into the depths of unbridled passion. We’ll explore the stimulating, pleasurable and highly erotic experience of gay sex, exploring how the raw energy and heady rush of pleasure can lead us to a place we never imagined—a place of pure pleasure. Let my words take you to the peak of pleasure, as we cum together and explore the most daring sexual acts imaginable. Ready? Let’s go.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Backstory: Anticipating the Handyman
- 2. Taking the Handyman in: An Unforgettable Entering
- 3. Riding the Handyman’s Soul: An Erotic Assault
- 4. The Handyman’s Ride: Pleasure Unimagined
- To Conclude
1. The Backstory: Anticipating the Handyman
Anticipation and Openness:
The night was warm and I could smell the musk of anticipation in the air. He was coming, his heavy boots scuffing against the dirt road, a silent promise of pleasure ringing in my ears. I had been waiting for this moment for days, the anticipation rising as each hour passed. I opened the door and there he was, towering over me like a mighty god, his sinewy frame radiating raw power and unbridled passion. He was all I had imagined and more.
Getting Started:
He raked his gaze over me, his eyes dark with intensity, and my heart raced with desire. Then his lips curled into a smirk and I knew it was time to get down to business. I motioned for him to follow me and we descended into the bedroom, where the feverish intensity of our encounter began in earnest. We tore off our clothes and explored each other’s bodies like hungry animals, our passion growing with every caress. I eagerly prepared myself for the raw unleashed pleasure that was sure to come.
2. Taking the Handyman in: An Unforgettable Entering
I have always been an adventurous type; and it was no different that day when I decided to take a chance with the handyman who had recently finished the repairs around the house. Dressed in basic jeans and a t-shirt, he already had the look of a man I could make a connection with. As soon as I let him in, I felt an energy between us that I knew couldn’t be ignored.
Our first kiss was hot and passionate, and as I felt his strong muscular arms embrace me, I knew that I had stepped into my very own secret world. His hands roamed my body freely and I felt myself losing all my inhibitions. I wanted him, and with each kiss, I was deeper and deeper under his spell.
He proceeded to undress me, and before long I was standing before him completely, ready to indulge in an experience the likes of which I had never had before. He was as smooth as a Valachian river, and as I felt his hands glide over my body I found it hard to contain my moans of pleasure. Finally, as his tip pushed against my entrance I knew that I was in for the ride of my life.
The penetration was as swift as I desired, and as his shaft moved inside me I felt myself shudder with each thrust. He was relentless, stoking me ever so deliciously, and with each wave of pleasure came a new surge of intensity. Before I knew it I was feeling the onset of an orgasm that was to become one of the most intense of my life. It felt like it lasted an eternity, and by the time I opened my eyes and looked at him, there was a satisfied grin on his face like he knew it was an encounter I would never forget.
3. Riding the Handyman’s Soul: An Erotic Assault
Part One: Rhythm & Embrace
My heart was pounding as I felt his hands begin to explore. His touch electrified me as his warm fingers travelled down my chest, over my stomach then drew in a circular motion around each nipple in a reverent caress. I felt a rush of heat from within, wanting his body to rock with mine in a simultaneous passionate rhythm. His strong arms swept me up, stroking from my neck to the small of my back, the sensation never ceasing. I gasped as his lips caught mine in a ravenous lustful embrace, our tongues dancing in sensual drama until suddenly a wave of pleasure pulse through me and I was lost, lost in the intoxicating aroma of his desire. His hardness and hunger drove me wild and I knew we were not coming up for air anytime soon.
Part Two: Release & Rejuvenation
He carried me to the bed and laid me gently amongst the sea of sheets and pillowed clouds, his eyes glowing with passion. His hands became my wings, his body my canvas as we danced in a flurry of breathtaking energy. And then, it happened – I felt his soul take flight and I rode him, riding his familiar tactile terrain, riding his moans and whispers, riding his soul – as I descended with a shuddering yelp of joy from the heights we had reached until he finally released with a blissful groan of satisfaction. In that moment, I felt truly alive, my body and spirit renewed, and I knew that no matter where our paths led us I would always have a piece of him with me in my heart.
4. The Handyman’s Ride: Pleasure Unimagined
The Setup
- I saw him hauling his tools past my apartment window and immediately felt my motor revving. It was the middle of summer and heat seemed to haze off of him. I stepped outside and approached him, mustering up enough courage to take the plunge and invite him in to cool off. I didn’t think either of us really expected what came next.
- Once we were in my apartment, I found myself feeling intoxicated by his presence. The scent of cologne and sweat filled the air, and my heart was beating like a drum. He I looked over at me and I felt something deep within me stir.
The Ride
- Before I knew it, we were inseparable. I took off his shirt, and my lips eagerly reached his neck and shoulders. His hands wrapped around my waist and explorations were deep–each touch was intense and each brush of fingertips felt electric.
- I felt his body on top of me and felt my pulse soar. The sheets were soaked with sweat and pleasure and my moans melted into the air. Every touch was like fire, as he pushed deeper and deeper, setting my nerves ablaze with pleasure. We rode until the sun came up in pure, raw ecstasy unlike anything either of us had felt before.
To Conclude
In the end, the handyman and I were both hot, sweaty, and satisfied from our encounter – an experience that will remain imprinted in my memory forever, an indiscretion that further affirmed my appreciation for raw, honest, and uninhibited gay sex. My knees quaked for days afterward as I reflected on the ecstasy I felt in riding that thick, hard tool. With the utmost pleasure, I bid farewell to the bravo handyman before he descended down the fire escape back to the alley below. This was just the beginning of many more illicit gay encounters to come.
Until next time.