Through the open window of my bedroom I could see him—lit up orange in the glow of the street light and silhouetted against the starry night sky. It was almost midnight and he had come to do a job. But I had something else on my mind. I’m sure he could feel my gaze scan him from tip to toe, lingering on each hard muscle and lingering more on the hard-on that was rapidly growing in his tight jeans. He stepped forward, and I steppedBack. I waited for him to come to me.
He was almost here, and I trembled as I reached down and opened my jeans. He stepped closer and I could feel his heat against my skin. He dipped his head and lowered his lips to my neck, tasting the salt of my sweat as his hands roamed over my body. His fingers started to dance, and the sparks of pleasure that traveled through me were indescribable.
It was then that he spoke the words I had been waiting to hear: “Are you ready to ride the handyman?”. My lips trembled, so I simply nodded in reaction. He walked back, and I followed, focusing on each and every move he made—savoring in every little sound he made in the process.
He lead me—his hands now joined with mine—into the moonlight. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my jeans and pulled me closer, letting me feel the fullness of his body against mine. I looked up at him and saw a hunger in his eyes that I understood.
We had all night to explore, to take this experience as far as we wanted. I wanted it rough and wild, and I wanted him to take me beyond the boundaries of reality. I wanted to feel his hardness deep inside me, and I wanted to revel in the pleasure that we would both surely have.
This was going to be an epic ride. And I was ready to go….
Table of Contents
- 1.The Draw Of A Hunky Handyman
- 2.Ripping Off His Tool Belt
- 3.Ride & Grind Into The Night
- 4.Climaxing On Tool Cabinets & Countertops
- Final Thoughts
1.The Draw Of A Hunky Handyman
I kicked off my shoes and strolled from the kitchen into the bedroom. His eyes flashed a storm of lust as he appraised my body from head to toe. I blushed, my inhibitions melting away into a trusting surrender to his very presence. How his gaze alone could leave me feeling so exposed, so aroused.
He was my handyman. Well-built and handsome, bearded and tanned, my house had been made suddenly so alive by his presence. We had met over an hour ago now and I could not shake off the idea of his body joining with mine in a titillating dance of forbidden lust. With a broad smile he drew away, leaving me to my own sweat-laden fantasies, me curling my fingertips gently against my abdomen I let out a sigh of pent-up longing…
The raw, unbridled thrill of finally connecting with a man who was a physical incarnation of desire was almost too much too bear. I wanted him to touch every inch of me – exploring, teasing and provoking my senses with each passionate swipe of his hands. I could feel the heat searing through me, the pressure building as I felt my body begging for his embrace. His body, my body, a perfect melting pot of pleasure and lust! My breath started coming more heavily and I was unable to temper my desire. I was fully ready to ride his handyman pleasure, and surrender to it completely.
2.Ripping Off His Tool Belt
I leaned in hungrily, grabbing onto the handles of his tool belt. Unfastening one loop at a time, I slowly pulled it over his hips and lowered it to the ground, listening to the clang of heavy toolmetal against hardwood echoing around us like a deep symphony of desire. As I slid the strap away from the grasp of his thighs, I felt my body thrum with a combination of anticipation and excitement, knowing the exquisite sight that lay upon just the other side.
- Revealing Greatness: Peeling off his jeans, a magnificent view of his freshly trimmed bush and hardened cock greeted my eyes. I inhaled a sharp breath as my mouth watered with desire, wanting to attack the rugged glory with its succulent taste.
- Two Slips of Heaven: His two tight buns were accentuated by the ridge of sinful skin between them, my fingers itching to stroke the inviting mound as I could barely contain my urge to ravish him all night long.
3.Ride & Grind Into The Night
His Hands
As he approached me in the dark alley, I saw he was wielding a tool belt around his hips, like some sort of handyman everywhere. I could feel my excitement swell as I watched him walk closer. His rugged hands were calloused and greasy, but there was something so erotic about his expertise. I began to feel this primal urge to take him and make him mine.
We brushed by each other, and that’s when it happened. His hands pressed against my back, his fingers grabbing a handful of my shirt. His hot breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but lean into him as he moved his hands over my body.
Ride & Grind
He carried me away from the shadows and into his van parked nearby. As the engine started to purr, he reached over and pulled me closer. He looped his arm around me and moved one hand up my shirt. His fingers were now teasing my nipples as we rode off into the night.
The van was like a dream as we moved from the street light to streetlight. His hands and body were all over me, every movement pushing me into oblivion. All I could think about was his hands, his body and feeling his raw energy pressing against me.
We didn’t need to talk or say anything as the night fell around us. We both knew what we needed, and we were going to get it: Unbridled pleasure until the sun came up.
4.Climaxing On Tool Cabinets & Countertops
The Handyman & I
- Taking shapes and forms unimaginable
- Our lands of becoming and desire
- My body no longer mine alone, but his too
- Taste sensations driving us forward
We were two strangers in the night, hungry and ever passionate. I spotted him in the shadows as he stood their in the doorway making a suggestive pass at me and I couldn’t help but be drawn in. He led me back into his workshop, an old abandoned shelter filled with tools and carpenter wood. We started off slow and soft, as we explored each other’s desires. Clothes began to disappear and the intensity of our connection was palpable. We combined our drive and energy as we felt our bodies become one. Taking turns, one over the other, I felt him deeply and fiercely within me. He grabbed the edges of the countertop, driving himself deeper inside me. Sweat dripping, I clung to him like a man possessed as I felt the urgent passion that we both had stored away. His touch, so powerful and electrifying. My hips rising in response, we both could feel it coming. I felt his body tense as he built up to crescendo. His groans echoed through the chamber as my ears suctioned onto his cries of pleasure. His body writhing, my walls of love finally opening wide, we both reached our release in matching sync. Time slowed to a stand-still as our exhaustion met and the night became still. A glorious ending to an unforgettable night.
Final Thoughts
The jet-black night winked around us like the lover that it was, keeping us cloaked secret and warm in the passion of our intimacy. We lay there, under the sheets sharing each other’s pleasure that had started with an animal kind of hunger and finished with a feeling of pleasurable satisfaction that we knew could never be replicated. The handyman had done his work well and I lay in his strong hands, my body feeling as though I had been taken, both inside and out, to an entirely new realm of pleasure. As he held onto me, I whispered his name, thanking him for the wild ride he had taken me on, with a promise that I would be back to ride him again, and a thank you for the oral sex that was even better than I’d ever dreamed.