Handyman

I double-checked the number on the text message as I drove slowly down the street. There. I pulled over and stopped.

The address belonged to a small, neat, white weatherboard bungalow. The garden was neat, but spare.

I got out of the car, walked to the boot and got out my toolbox. Best to look convincing, just in case.

Adjusting my baseball cap gave me a moment to quell last-minute nerves, then I squared my shoulders, and sauntered up the driveway as if it was just another job.

Just as I knocked on the security door, a voice called out, low and urgent, from behind the front window screen.

"Go around the back!"

Without missing a beat, I turned on my heel and strode purposefully around the side of the house.

As I got to the back door, the screen swung open. The guy stuck his head out and looked around quickly, then waved me in. He quickly shut the door behind me.

Inside the clean, bright little kitchen I got my first good look at him. He looked just like his profile picture, which was a good start. He was also much younger - 27 in fact, which I already knew from his profile. But in the flesh he looked younger, almost boyish. He was also looking at the floor, clearly a little flustered.

"Shall we get started?" I asked, setting my toolbox carefully on the kitchen table. He brightened, looking up at me, smiling.

"Yeah, cool!" He started off down the hallway, gesturing for me to follow.

The bedroom was dark and warm, the curtains drawn tight. It was small. A queen-sized bed took up most of the space.

I walked in past him, and he shut the door. Suddenly he had turned bashful again. He hesitated. I figured it was up to me to take command.

"Okay," I said. "Let's get to it." I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.

He stared at it hungrily. "Nice!" he said. This guy was doing wonders for my ego.

He peeled of his tshirt and shorts. He was shaved; completely spare of body hair. His body was soft and pink looking. Not flabby, though. Boyish. I noticed with wry satisfaction that his cock was smaller than mine. Oh, the shameful things we take pleasure in. But it was a very nice cock, at that. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth.

But he got there first. Getting naked seemed to have brought his confidence back. As I stripped off the rest of my clothes and got on the bed, he all but pounced on me. I lay on my back and he kneeled over me as if he was paying homage. He took my cock in his mouth and began sucking earnestly. For someone who had claimed to be inexperienced with guys, he certainly had good technique. I was rock hard in seconds.

As he slurped and bobbed, I reached for his pretty little member. He was flaccid, but soon responded to my strokes. The feeling of his penis growing in my hand was almost as satisfying as his oral ministrations to my own.

He certainly took his shaving seriously. His skin was smooth and soft and pink. Not a millimetre of stubble, from his belly to his balls.

I reached under his cock and cupped his balls, gently massaging and tugging lightly on them. Then I reached further and stroked a finger lightly along his perineum. I heard muffled whimpering sounds. His cock was standing ramrod straight now. As I gently probed further back and back, I saw a bright diamond of clear fluid ooze from his cock head and run down his shaft.

That was it.

"My turn," I said. My cock made an audible pop as I slid it from the eager suction of his mouth.

Rolling onto my belly, I pulled his hips towards me til that cute cock was waving proudly in my face. I ran my tongue up its length, slurping up that precious rivulet of fluid. I swirled my tongue around the head and probed its tip into the eye of his penis, licking up every drop of his precum.

Then I slid my mouth over his cock, revelling in the feel of its silky skin sliding over my lips. He let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as I began to move my head up and down, taking him in a little deeper with each stroke.

I soon had him completely in my mouth. His cock was just the right size. I could comfortably fit the whole thing in my mouth. I rolled and slithered my tongue around his shaft. Sucking hard, I fucked him eagerly with my mouth.

Suddenly I felt his cock swell. He gasped. The first shot of hot cum flooded onto my tongue. Then another. Still keeping him in my mouth, I let a trickle of cum dribble out of mouth and run down his cock and balls. He was still shooting spurts of semen into mouth. I swallowed, making sure there was the audible gulping sound that turned me on so much when someone swallowed my cum. The fluid burned comfortably in my throat.

At last - to my mild disappointment - he finished coming. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he collapsed on to the bed with a groan.

"Ohhhhhh, God," he sighed. "Fuck, that was good." He lay on his back, breathing heavily, for a moment. Then he grinned.

Rolling over, he opened the drawer of one of the bedside tables, and took a condom out of a box. He tossed it to me, then fished out a tube of lube.

"Ready to fuck me?" He rolled over to his stomach, spreading his legs.

I tore open the packet with my teeth, and took out the condom. Tossing the packet aside, I held the condom out.

"Put it on me."

Smiling, he took the condom off me and, with a quick suck for good luck, placed it over the head and began to roll it down it length of my cock. I shivered with pleasure. I have always enjoyed the feeling of someone else putting a condom on me. Once he had unrolled it all the way, he gave me a couple of quick pulls and rolled back over, presenting his backside like a prize.

I squeezed some lube on and mounted him.

I caught sight of our reflections in the dresser mirror. We were quite a study in contrasts: me, olived-skinned, hairy and big-bellied with middle age; him, man-boyish slender, pale, pink and hairless. Smiling, I looked back down to the business at hand.

Holding my cock with one hand, I spread his cheeks with the other. The hole I was seeking was hidden in darkness and the only hair I had seen on his whole body. I probed into the recess with my cock, but the hole still eluded me.

"Mmmm, lower," he raised his hips, guiding me down. Then I had it. The hidden recess of his body gave way to my prodding hardness. Slowly, gently, I began to sink into him. He was making tiny whimpering sounds.

And then my erection just vanished.

Even as I was making my first probing entrance, my cock simply betrayed me and deflated.

"Shit!"

"What's wrong?" He looked around anxiously.

"I don't know, I just lost it" I muttered. "I don't know, maybe if we just give it a minute."

"Sure." He gave me a sly look. "How about this?"

Rummaging around in the drawer again, he pulled out a small jelly dildo. He knelt in front of me, sticking his ass in the air. Looking around at me, he began sliding the dildo up and down his crack. I felt my cock begin to swell again. By the time he had begun to insert the dildo in himself again, I was back to being rock-hard.

He pulled the dildo out and dropped it on the bed as I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me. I wasted no time guiding my cock to his now-receptive hole.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned as I slid into him. I felt the tight ring of muscle sliding over the head of my cock. I eased it back out, then slowly entered him again. I sunk a little further into him, past the head to the thickest part of my shaft. I could feel the fierce heat of his body inside as his flesh enveloped mine. He was whimpering and begging me to fuck him harder. I slid back a little, preparing to thrust deep into him.

And then it happened again.

My treacherous appendage deflated before my disbelieving eyes, then slid sadly out of him.

"Oh, Godfuckingdamnit!" I groaned. He looked around anxiously.

"What is it? Again?" He looked worried. "What am I doing?"

"No, no, no!" I said hastily, glaring down at the flaccid traitor in my hand. "It's not you, God knows. Fuck no, you were feeling so damn good, I just want to fuck you so bad. It's ... I don't know ..." I flopped down onto the bed.

"It just doesn't want to happen. I don't know ... maybe it's nerves or something." I felt like crying from frustration. I was pent-up with desire, and nowhere for it to go.

He sat beside me.

"Is there anything I can do this time? Do you want me to get ..?"

"No, no," I said. "Look, it's not you, ok? I just don't think it's going to happen, sorry." I sighed. "I think I'm so worked up at the thought of it, that every time I start to fuck you, it all gets too much."

As if to mock me, my cock was rising again. I had an idea. I stood up and pulled the condom off. He looked alarmed.

"No, I'm not going to fuck you unprotected," I laughed. "But how would you like me to cum all over that ass of yours?"

"Mmmm!" he smiled and rolled over. Sticking his ass up in the air again. "ALL over!"

Already I was hard as a rock again. Straddling his hips, I began jerking my cock. As I stroked myself, I rubbed my cock on his ass. I felt my orgasm building as the frustration of the past few minutes sought release.

Then I exploded.

The first shot spurted between his cheeks. The next shot right up his back. Then another gout spattered his smooth skin. Bucking my hips, I came on his ass again. And again. Shudders of ecstasy wracked my body. Finally the ejaculation subsided. Falling forward, I braced myself over him, and rubbed my still-hard cock slowly in the pools of fluid in his ass and back, smearing both of us with hot stickiness. Then I dropped exhausted onto my back next to him.

"That was amazing," he sighed after a moment. He reached for a box of tissues on the bedside table. Grabbing a handful, he began wiping himself down. Then he used more to clean me up, too. When he was done, he handed more to me, and I cleaned him up where he hadn't reached.

Once we were both dry, we sat next to each other on the bed. There was silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry it didn't work the way it was supposed to," I started, but he shook his head.

"No," he said. "That was incredible."

I looked around the room. I noticed a framed photo on the other bedside table. It was a dark-haired young woman. Plump and pretty.

"Is that your wife?" I asked. He nodded.

"She's cute," I said, and laughed. "No chance she'd be up for a three-way, you reckon?"

"Maybe," he said. "We've talked about it. But she's too shy."

"Really?" I ran my hand down his stomach and fondled his smooth cock, which stirred slightly. "Well, you could always tell her from me that between the two of you, I wouldn't know who I'd want to fuck first." He was definitely swelling again in my hand. I sighed regretfully and took my hand away.

"Anyway, it's getting on." I stood and began to dress. After a moment, he dressed, too.

In the kitchen, I picked up my toolbox and turned to the door where he was waiting.

"Thanks," he said. "That was awesome."

"Thank you," I replied. I put on my cap and twisted it to a jaunty angle. "So were you. Sorry about the ... you know, though." He laughed.

"It's all good. Next time."

"Oh, yes," I said. "Next time for sure."

I leaned forward and squeezed his crotch again.

"And maybe next time your wife will be there to help."

I winked and tipped my cap, and walked out to my car, whistling.