The Handyman

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The HandymanThis true account of events all started when I went back to school at age25, at night to become a Graphic Designer. After I had been in school fora little over a year, and my beginner classes were behind me, the classesfor this new quarter started getting tougher. I found that crunchingnumbers all day, trying to go to school 4 nights a week, and the evergrowing homework projects, were getting harder to complete on time and toconsistently produce the standard of work I required of myself to getnoticed. So I decided that in order to complete my goal, I had to quitschool and devote myself to art and design fulltime.After being out of work for three months, but still able to live on what Ihad saved until I finished school, I was getting frustrated with not havingany extra money. One Saturday night, my friends were all going out and Ihad to say no because of my tight budget. That became my breaking point. Iwalked in my bedroom and kicked my closet door.Now this was one of those whole wall closets, but someone had built thisbuilding ass backwards. The opening for the closet was one big open spacefrom floor to ceiling, and ten feet wide. The doors to the closet were twofull sheets of half-inch thick particleboard, each five feet long, from thefloor to the ceiling, only hanging by a cheap track mounted at the top.They should have been strong enough to withstand the kick I gave them, butI’m your average 6’1, Italian guy with a bad temper, and at 185 pounds withsteel-toed boots and a really bad attitude, those “doors” were no match.So that following Monday morning, while I went about my typical, now dailyroutine of waking up, getting a cup of coffee, and sitting at my computerimproving on my homework naked, I had to call the apartment managementcompany and explain that my flimsy closet doors fell off their track andcracked into pieces. They told me that it was no problem, but that thesliding doors now are two feet shorter, and they would have to build a newtwo foot portion of the wall starting from the ceiling, and that it wouldtake the handyman about five hours to retrofit the new doors. I had noproblem with this because I knew the handyman. His name was Armen, anArmenian guy in his early thirties around 5’9, a little overweight, butvery handsome and very hairy. He was working in the unit next to mine inlate July, and was only wearing shorts and work boots when I caught aglimpse of his very hairy chest and legs. Being Italian, I too have a veryhairy chest, stomach, and everything below the belt, as well as being veryattracted to men with the same body type. I set an appt. for that Thursday,December 9th, at 10:00am, and marked my calendar.I realized that having Armen here working in my room meant that I couldn’twork naked, my favorite thing while at home in my apartment, because mycomputer was also in my bedroom. Then I remembered the day I met Armen. Itwas back in September when he was working on the floor below me. He loadedour crappy elevator with all his tools, and while he was getting his lastload, the elevator shut down and went to the basement where it would notopen. My apartment was about three doors away from the manager, and becausethe manager wasn’t home, Armen heard my stereo on and knocked at mydoor. As I opened the door, I stood with most of my body behind it to hidemy nakedness. He explained his problem, and fortunately, I knew thesolution. I told him how to reset the elevator in the basement, but hewasn’t quite understanding what I meant, so without thinking opened illegal bahis siteleri my doorall the way to give him a visual with both my hands where the componentsand levers were located on the operations panel, when I suddenly realized Iwas standing in front of this handsome hairy guy stark naked and that hiseyes had suddenly dropped to my steadily growing hard-on.Very embarrassed, I stepped back behind my door and apologized. He lookedback up at me, stuck out his hand and said it was no problem, and that hisname was Armen. I introduced myself, he thank me for the info, and saidhe’d see me around as he walked towards the stairwell.Later that day as I sat at my desk naked, thinking about what had happenedearlier and playing with my balls, I remembered seeing a wedding ring onArmen’s finger. As my cock began to get really hard, I was thinking howeven though seeing a naked man answer the door would be a little shocking,staring at my cock for six minutes while I explained how to fix theelevator was a strange reaction for a married straight guy. Just then Inoticed I was well into feverishly stroking my rock hard 7″ cock, which Imust had been doing for a while because I was leaking precum like crazy,when an image of the that handsome, hairy, shirtless guy popped in my mindand I shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, stomach, hands, andfloor. I didn’t think much about Armen after that, except for some hot jackoff sessions, until the day I made the appt. to get the closet fixed.Thursday, December 9th came like every other day, except I didn’t wake uptill 9:45 that morning, and Armen was due to show up at 10:00. Because Iwoke up so late, unlike every other day, I put on shorts and a t-shirt andmade myself some coffee. A few minutes later, Armen was knocking at mydoor. I opened the door and we exchanged hellos and some small talk, andthen I showed him to my room and the job ahead of him. He was wearing awhite t-shirt that was a little tight because like I said he was a littleoverweight, and nylon-cotton sweat pants without underwear causing his cockto swing back and forth in his pants while he walked. He went back to histruck several times and brought up all his tools and materials, and whilehe worked on the closet, and I sat my computer across the room, and the daygot started. After about twenty minutes or so, I started to feel veryuncomfortable wearing clothes, so I decided to make a brave move. I askedif he needed anything, and when he said no, I told him that I was going totake a quick shower. With that, I walked back to my bed, took off myshirt, slipped my shorts onto the floor, and once again in Armen’s fullview I walked right past him, down the hall and into the bathroom starknaked with a semi hard-on. From the moment I took off my shirt, I knew thathe was watching me in a sly way so I wouldn’t think he was, but hey, he sawmy cock the last time we met, and he said no problem, so what was the bigdeal right? I mean we’re both guys here and other than my growing cock, itwas nothing that you wouldn’t see in a locker room.I left the bathroom door open while I showered and dried off, and in thatsmall amount of time, he walked past the bathroom door at least 6 timesgetting tools from the living room of my small one bedroom apartment. I wasbeginning to see that he must be curious about men, but would probablynever say or do anything about it because of his marriage. He seemed to bevery devoted to his wife and k**s in the brief conversation we had thatmorning. As I was youwin giriş walking out of the bathroom with my towel in my hand,and my cock still semi hard, he was coming in and asked if he could use thebathroom really fast. I said I was done anyhow, but after leaving I noticedhe didn’t shut the door, so I quickly turned around following my bouncingcock back into the bathroom, and there stood Armen at the toilet with thefront of his pants pulled under his balls, and his hand around his thick,long, hairy cock like he was peeing, but nothing was happening. I said Iforgot something, and started to rummage through the drawer. Armen juststood there with a now semi hard cock in his hand, looking over at my semihard cock while a drip of precum started to leak out my cockhead.I looked up from what I was doing, and starred straight at that hot hairycock, then I told him he had an awesome dick, and hot hairy low-hangingballs. I think he got embarrassed because he stroked it once, looked up andthanked me, and then pulled his pants back up, and went back to work.I figured I blew any chance of playing or sucking that hot cock with mycomment, and still naked, went back to my room. When I got back in theroom, he was struggling with getting the wall bracing in place, and askedif I could hold up this 2×4 while he nailed it in place. I told him Iwould, and walked over next to him and held steady the 2×4 while he climbeda stepladder to nail it up. I could tell he was still semi hard through hispants, and I caught him looking down at my cock more than few times.Overall, I held this board in place for over five minutes while he took histime glancing at my cock and balls, and nailing it into place. Thesituation was becoming way too much for me, and my semi quickly turned rockhard in 20 seconds with a fresh bead of precum pooling on the head, and mycock pulsing back and forth with my fast beating heart.I figured I was overwhelming him, so once the board was in place, I walkedover by my dresser and told him that I was sorry for making himuncomfortable, and that I was going to get dressed in just a second. Hewalked over too me, and with a very serious look on his face he said no,stay just that like that, and that he wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Then, helooked over at my desk and noticed a picture of me and a girl I know, andsaid he thought he knew her. As he walked by me to see it better, his handand arm lightly brushed my throbbing cock and balls, and as he did Iaccidentally let out a little moan. By now I was leaking a steady stream ofprecum, so much that it was running down my shaft onto my hairyballs. Armen went back to working on the doors, and I stayed in his directeyesight, bending over to get something from a low shelf, getting on myhands and knees to pull something out from under the bed, or laying acrossthe bed with my legs and hole spread open real wide to plug in a cordbehind the headboard, and the whole time I would catch him watching. WhenArmen wasn’t looking, I would quickly wipe off my throbbing cock, andmassage the rest of my precum into and under my ball sack. While he worked,and I strived to put my naked body in various erotic positions, we talkedabout everyday things like we were sitting in some cafe having a perfectlynormal conversation between two everyday guys.After about three hours passed, it was getting hot and stuffy in my smallroom, and from time to time I would notice that Armen would start to get ahard-on. I told him that he would be a lot cooler if he canlı bahis stripped off hisclothes while he finished the job, but he turned red and said hecouldn’t. The whole three hours he had been working, I was doing nastythings, and my cock stayed rock hard. It would not get soft at all. I foundthe whole situation to be extremely erotic.About two and a half hours later, he had finished my closet. After a wholeday of walking around Armen completed naked with a throbbing hard cockleaking precum, and rubbing my balls and hole when he wasn’t watching, ithad come to an end. Armen started packing up his tools and taking themdownstairs to his truck. Once he was done, he came back in my room, and asstood in front of him with my throbbing cock, and precum dripping off thehead, he said he was finished, and that he had a great day. Then he shookmy hand, and said if I needed anything fixed to call him. I had beenteasing my cock and hole all day, and when he grabbed my hand I thought Iwas going to blow a huge load of cum all over him, but instead I shook hissweaty hand with the hand that hand been rubbing my precum into my ballsand playing with my hole all day. Then he turned and walked down the halltowards the door and I heard him shut the door behind him.I stayed in my room and grabbed my bottle of lube. I climbed up on my bedand laid down on my back with my feet flat on the bed, but my knees high inthe air and spread my legs as wide as they could go. I squeezed out apuddle of lube on my cock, and a bigger puddle in my left hand which I thenrubbed all over my balls and hole. My right hand headed directly for mycock. As I started pumping my hand up and down the shaft of my cock, myleft hand went back and forth from my balls to my anxious hole, lightlyplaying with it’s pucker and teasing it until it pulsed and throbbed justlike my cock. I shut my eyes and all I could think about was my sweaty,hairy Armen pulling down his pants and stroking his hard cock over my facewhile I licked his sweaty, hairy balls. I was stroking my cock so hard andI wanted to cum so bad, but teasing my hole so much made me want a cockinside real bad. So I took my lubed up middle finger on my left hand andslid it deep inside me. I left out a loud moan as I started to finger fuckmy hole real deep with the same rhythm that I was pounding my cock withuntil I couldn’t stand it anymore. I lurched forward and opened my eyesjust as my cum shot wildly from my cock all over my chest, face, inside mymouth, and down my chin while I rammed my finger in and out of my hole asfast as I could. Then I saw Armen standing at foot of my bed watching mefinger fuck myself, and masturbating my cock to oblivion.He said he had left his hammer in my room, and when he walked in I was soinvolved in bringing myself to such a massive orgasm, that he was intriguedand decided to stand there and watch. While he was explaining theintensely awkward, but yet extremely erotic moment, I realized I was stillslowly finger fucking myself, and stroking my cock drenched with cum. Ibrought my right hand to my mouth and licked my hot cum off my hand, lookedup at Armen while still fingering my hole, and asked if he wanted me tosuck that hard hairy cock until he shot his cum in mouth. He smiled andsqueezed his cock for a second, and then said he would love to, butcouldn’t. Then he turned around and left. I slid my finger from my hole,and did my best to scoop up the rest of my cum off my chest and stomach andslowly licked it off my fingers. I took another shower, then stroked mycock again thinking about Armen just standing 6 inches from me and silentlywatching as I shot cum all over myself and jammed my finger up my hole.I have since moved from that building, but I hope to get in touch with himsoon, I need a handyman again.

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