It was a Monday morning and Dan finally had Jack all to himself. He had been patiently waiting working around Jack’s schedules and obligations. Jack had called Dan up that morning.

“Dan, I’m horny! I need a blow job! Please, come and have your way with me! I’m finally all yours, and I am so fucking horny!”

Dan didn’t need to think, he was there in five minutes.

“OK, let’s do this, Pal! I want you naked!”

Jack was sitting in front of the computer rubbing his partially erect cock through his shorts.

“You’re the boss!”

Jack stood up as Dan walked over to him. He grabbed Jack by his belt and pulled his waist open so he could reach inside and free Jack’s cock which was painfully trapped down his left leg. Dan slid his hand inside, and went inside his boxers sliding down a progressively hairier abdomen, into thick pubic hair, and finally grasping the thickening cock shaft, freeing the taught member from its constraints. Dan got Jack’s cock erect and pointing north, and then reached down and fondled his moist sweaty balls. Jack gasped as he grabbed the warm hairy handful hanging loosely in his shorts. Dan pulled his hand out and smelled the familiar scent of Jack’s scrotum. Savoring it for a moment, he smiled, and then began to undo the belt on Jack’s shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. Jack kicked them aside. Dan grabbed Jack’s t-shirt and pulled it up and over him exposing Jack’s wonderful chest. Tossing the shirt to a table, he kissed and sucked each nipple before moving on. Dan ran his hand down the front of Jack’s boxers pressing Jack’s cock which was fully erect and reaching out of the waistband. Dan reached in his own pants and adjusted his cock to north also and pressed it against Jack’s cock. Inch by inch, Dan began to lower each side of Jack’s underwear, all the while grinding Jack’s cock with his. Finally, Jack’s boxers fell to the floor, and with a flourish, Jack kicked them in the air landing on a chair.

As Jack watched them land, he noticed that his handyman was coming down the sidewalk to the front door of the cabin.

“Shit . . . I forgot that Bryan was coming today! Gotta go!”

Jack frantically began trying to find his clothes, as the handyman knocked on the door. Dan was enjoying the comedy of the moment as Jack threw on a t-shirt, pulled it over his hips and erect cock, and sat in his desk chair and swiveled it away from the view of his handyman.

Dan thought, “Great! I finally get him alone and he is fucking horny, and this happens. Big Guy, I am getting a piece of you regardless who walks through that door!”

Dan adjusted his cock in his pants, putting the head under his belt, and went to the door to let the handyman in. Jack was scrambling to find something to cover his lower half.

“Come on in!”

“Thanks! Is Jack here? I am supposed to get some work done here that he hired me for.”

“Sure. Jack?”

Jack stayed at the computer, turned away.

“Hi! I’ll be right with you!”

But before he could say "wait outside,” his shirt popped up over his throbbing cock exposing it. To make matters worse, there was a mirror across from him. The handyman got a full view in the mirror of Jack in all his glory. When he realized he was being seen in the mirror, Jack turned and Bryan was suddenly staring down the length of Jack’s cock.

Bryan just stopped and stared. Dan looked at him—"handsome guy, wouldn’t mind a piece of him either”—and realized that the guy was staring at Jack’s hardon . . . enjoying it! Jack was trying to cover it up again and began apologizing.

“I’m sorry! It’s not what it seems.”

Dan thought, “Yes, it is!”

Dan smiled as he looked at Jack’s pants and underwear strewn in different places in the room. And there was Jack pitching quite a tent with the lower half of his t-shirt. The fucking thing just wouldn’t go down.

The handyman didn’t know what to say or do.

“Jack? I need to go! I’ll come back at a better time.”

“Yes, please!”

Jack was beet red, hard, and not knowing what to do. Bryan didn’t move but continued to stare at that steel rod in front of him.

Dan knew immediately what to do, and it was all going to be in his favor.

“Gentlemen, we seem to have a situation here. We can be a bunch of pussies about it or be men. We all have cocks that are now in various states of arousal. I am proposing that I put them to good use for you. Jack, I have waited too long for some hot man on man action with you and I am not waiting anymore. And, Bryan, you look like you need to be broken in by a pro. I’m the pro! Gentlemen, this is now my show, for my satisfaction, and I am calling all the shots. Any questions?”

The handyman stammered.

“I’m straight! I could never do anything like this. I have a girlfriend?”

“Dan! He’s my handyman! And I’m straight! Ditto what he said!”

“And, gentlemen, I am as straight as both of you, too! And, if memory serves correct, Jack, I have been fucking your ass for two months now. Woof! It’s show time!”

Dan laughed as he went and locked the door and closed the drapes. He went to the new fridge Jack had just gotten and got some beers out. He gave one to Jack and then took one to Bryan . . . who just happened to be getting a telling bulge in the front of his pants.

As Bryan drank his beer nervously, and Jack stood there with a hardon, Dan took matters in his own hand—specifically with Bryan’s cock. Bryan gulped his beer, gagged, and gasped as Dan grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. Bryan did nothing. Dan held on. Bryan looked at Dan square in the eyes and then smiled. He relaxed and drank his beer. Jack was watching Dan in action with his handyman and started rubbing his cock through his t-shirt. He was used to getting fucked by Dan, not watching.

Dan, realizing the the handyman was going to submit to his every desire, pulled his shirt out of his jeans, and started undoing his belt. Dan unbuckled the pants, and begin slowly sliding the zipper down until it could go no further. He opened the handyman’s pants wide revealing a hairy abdomen that led to a thick manly patch of dark pubic hair. Dan was impressed—he liked a man with hair on his cock. Dan decided to treat himself to the handyman cock and reached in to grab it. More hair. No underwear. After he released the cock and freed it, he took his hand and rubbed it up and down on Bryan’s stiff one. As it got harder, Dan reached in with his other hand to explore Bryan’s balls. They were warm and sweaty, with hair on them, a good solid hand-full.

The handyman hips moved from the pleasure of Dan’s touch. He immediately trusted Dan and gave in to him instantly. He finished his beer and set it down. He grabbed his pants and opened them far enough so that they fell to his ankles. Dan reached down, running his hand over the handyman’s cock as he put his hand on one of Bryan’s thighs to open his legs farther. With his pants at his knees, and his work boots still on, Dan lifted Bryan’s t-shirt up over his head revealing dark, thick, hairy armpits and a beautiful hair-covered chest. Dan dropped the t-shirt and pulled Bryan’s mouth to his. As Dan kissed him, running his tongue inside Bryan’s mouth, Jack moved in closer to watch. Sitting in his desk chair, he removed his t-shirt, and began stroking his cock—laying back with his legs spread wide while rubbing his hardening cock. How he wanted to be in the Bryan’s place right now.

Go to The Handyman—Part 2