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My Handyman

By: robcub32



I walked into the restaurant and looked around for my friends. I saw Walt waving at me and I headed over to their table and took a seat. My friends Walt, Chip and Byrne were already seated at the table waiting on me to arrive.

Walt is my best friend. We met the first day of high school. At that time, we were both closeted gay boys and we somehow gravitated towards each other. Walt has a mop of blond hair, which he dyes lighter than his natural color. He's always been a little outrageous in his style of dress. He's obsessed with 'Project Runway' and he's still bitter because he thinks that Carson from 'Queer Eye' stole his schtick.

Chip is very preppy. Blond hair and blue eyes. He looks and dresses like the all-American boy next door. Walt and Chip had a brief fling years ago and the three of us became good friends. Even after their relationship ended badly, we somehow managed to stay friends. Chip won't hesitate to point out Walt's diva behavior and it helps to keep Walt from being too crazy.

Byrne is your typical gym rat. He's got spiky brown hair and hazel eyes. Usually a day or two beard growth is not uncommon. He's got a great body. He hooks up with guys at the gym all of the time. Like the good friends we are, we pretend like we don't know that he's a huge slut. Byrne is Chip's best friend since they were kids and that's how he was brought into of our circle of friends.

"Sorry, I'm late, guys," I said.

"No problemo," Byrne said.

I raised my hand to the waiter and he came over and I ordered a cup of hot tea.

"I like your tie, Cliff," Walt told me with a flourish of his finger. "It really brings out the blue in your eyes."

My eyes are a grayish blue color. As for the rest of me, I'm 5'11" with a lean build, though my stomach is a little soft these days. I have short black hair, cut in a boring professional style. I wear glasses, which give me a little bit of a nerdy edge to my professional look. I'm 31 years old and I'm hopelessly single and hopelessly romantic. I have in the back of my head an ideal man, a Prince Charming who will sweep me off my feet and carry me to his castle on the back of his horse.

I looked down at my blue silk tie and ran my hand down it. "Thanks," I grinned.

The waiter brought the calamari appetizer for all of us to share and then took our dinner orders.

"Clifford. How's the house coming along?" Chip asked me as he spooned some of the marinara sauce onto his plate and pick up several calamari bites with his fork and set them on his plate. He used his fork to dip one of the calamari pieces into the sauce and then pop it into his mouth.

I sighed. "It's not. Between work and trying to finish up my master's, I can't seem to get anything done."

"I told you," Walt said. "You should never have bought a fixer-upper. What were you thinking? It's not like you can't afford to buy a decent house."

"This house has everything I wanted and it's in a great location in a fantastic neighborhood. It's just taking a bit longer than I expected."

"I don't know what possessed you to think you could do it yourself," Chip said.

"You watch too much of that 'do it yourself' crap on TV," Byrne added.

"They make it look so easy," I said.

I grabbed a piece of calamari with my fingers and dipped it in the sauce and popped it into my mouth. Chip frowned at me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Have you seen some of these construction workers?" Walt asked. "If those meat-heads can do it, you should be able to."

"It obviously takes skill," I said with a frown. "And maybe they don't have master's degrees, but that doesn't mean--"

"Yeah, whatever," Byrne interrupted. "Who cares? Besides, there's something to say about a guy who's dumb as a rock but good with his hands, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, we know what you mean, slut," Walt joked.

I rolled my eyes. "That's so not cool, Byrne. But I do need help. I'm desperate about the master bathroom. Does anyone know a good contractor?"

"I hired this guy a few months back," Byrne said. "He did really a good job. Pretty sure he's gay, too."

"Oh yeah?" Chip perked up. "Did you do him?"

Byrne cringed and shuddered. "Hell no! Dude. He's disgusting."

"I'm not looking for a date," I said. "I want someone to fix my bathroom."

"I'll email you his info."

***

I called the contractor, Mr. Kent Barnes, on Friday morning and scheduled him to come out to the house Saturday afternoon.

I was sitting at my desk in my front office when I heard a truck rumbling in the driveway. I looked out the window and saw a huge silver pickup truck pulling in and parking in front of the garage.

I got up and walked out the front door and down the sidewalk towards the driveway. I watched him step out of the Dodge Ram 2500. He was really tall and beefy, but moved with the grace of a smaller man. I'd guess him to be about 6'5" and maybe 250 pounds. Brown hair with a closely cropped beard covering a square manly jaw. Juicy red lips. He looked a little older than me, maybe mid-thirties. He dropped a cigarette butt on the pavement and stepped on it with his giant work boot as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. He looked up and his blue eyes locked onto mine.

I gasped softly. Disgusting? No. He was freaking hot. A ruggedly handsome bear. He was wearing a blue cotton shirt buttoned down over a wife beater tank top. Tight blue jeans with a huge package and big brown work boots completed the outfit.

I was so caught up in checking him out, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going, because the next thing I knew, I tripped over my feet and fell forward onto my hands and knees. He rushed over to me and helped me to my feet. I felt his rough hands on my arm and the physical contact made my dick stiffen in my jeans, despite the fact that I was practically laying on the ground.

"You okay, buddy?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said as I blushed beet red.

Oh my god. Great first impression. I prayed that someone would kill me and put me out of my misery.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I brushed my knees off.

My right knee throbbed slightly as I straightened up. I glanced up at him and he was smirking at me, clearly trying not to laugh.

Just great.

He held out his hand to me. "I'm Kent Barnes."

God, even his voice was sexy. It was deep and rumbling and sent a shiver down my spine. I took his offered hand and shook it. "I'm Cliff Lowe. Nice to meet you. So... Um... So let me show you the bathroom."

I reluctantly pulled my hand away from him and Kent followed me into the house. I took Kent upstairs and showed him the bathroom in my master suite. I walked over to the toilet and jiggled the handle. Nothing happened.

"The toilet doesn't flush and the shower doesn't drain. I just want it to be functional for now. Down the road, I want to remodel it. Actually I have a million things I want to do as well throughout the house, so maybe I can hire you for those as well?"

I stood in the doorway while he looked inside the toilet tank and then squatted down and looked at the shower. While he did that, I checked him out. His ass sure looked good in those Levis.

He stood up and wiped his hands off on the towel. "The toilet is an easy fix. The shower is gonna take a couple of hours at least. I'm gonna head to the store to grab a couple of things and I'll be back to get started."

"Wow. I didn't think you'd be able to do it today. That's awesome. I'm getting tired of using the guest bath down the hall."

"I understand that. I'll take good care of ya, bud."

He shook my hand again and held it a little bit longer than necessary while staring into my eyes. I felt my face get hot and my forehead started to moisten.

"Thanks, Kent."

He worked out an estimate for the cost, which I readily agreed to, then headed to the store. He returned about thirty minutes later with the supplies and his tools. I left him alone to do his work and I returned to my computer in my home office to continue working. I was sitting at my desk staring at the computer screen lost in Kent-inspired fantasies when my cell phone startled me out of my trance. I picked it up and saw Byrne's smiling mug on the screen.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Cliff," Byrne responded. "Did the guy show up?"

"Yeah. He's working now."

"Good. Like I said, he ain't much to look at, but he does a good job."

"He's not that bad, Byrne," I said, lowering my voice. "He's kind of hot, actually. Like really hot."

"Eww. He's fat and hairy. I'm like, 'Dude, get to a gym and get a Mangroomer'."

He laughed and I sighed and rolled my eyes. Sometimes my friends could be such snobs. If they didn't step out of an A&F catalog, then they didn't deserve to exist.

After I hung up with Byrne, I went to check on Kent. He was putting the lid back on the toilet tank when I walked in.

"Hey, Cliff. Just in time," he said.

I walked up next to him and he pressed the handle on the toilet and it flushed perfectly and then began filling with water.

"Tada!" he said with a crooked smile as he motioned towards the swirling water with his hand.

"Oh, man. That is so nice!" I said with a huge grin.

He clapped me on the back and chuckled. "It's the simple things, huh."

"Yeah."

His hand moved up to my shoulder and gently squeezed. I looked at him and smiled. He gave me a cocky half smile, half smirk. His eyes drifted down my body and then looked back up at me. I could see hunger and desire in his stare. A shiver went down my spine and I cleared my throat nervously. "I'll let you get back to work. Oh, do you need anything? A drink maybe?"

"Some water would be nice."

"Yeah. Sure. Be right back."

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge. I took a deep breath before stepping into my bathroom.

Kent was squatting in front of the open glass shower door. One of the things I liked about the house was the big glass walled shower stall. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to use it not even once.

"Here's your water," I said, offering him the bottle. "If you need more and I'm not around, help yourself to the fridge."

He stood up and took it from me. "Thanks."

He opened the bottle and guzzled about half of it down in one drink. I watched his adams apple bob as he drank. A small rivulet of water escaped and ran down his chin, getting caught in the short whiskers of his beard. His beard could use a little shaping up along the edges, but it was still very sexy. I wanted to rub my fingers over it.

He set the water down on the counter and pulled off his shirt and tossed it over the side of the garden tub. The white wife beater clung to his husky body, stretching a little bit over his slightly rounded belly. He had a big design in the shape of a scorpion tattooed on his left upper arm. He lifted his right arm and wiped his damp forehead. He had a thick nest of brown hair under his arm, glistening with sweat. The same curly brown hair spilled over the neck of his tank top.

I felt weak in the knees and my dick started to get hard again. My heart pounded in my ears and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I quickly made an excuse and left him to work.

I went back to my desk and tried to work, but it was hard to concentrate. I reached between my legs and readjusted my boner to try to get it more comfortable.

A couple of hours passed and I heard Kent calling out my name. I got up from my desk and headed upstairs to my room. I walked into the bathroom and he was standing next to the shower, leaning on the glass wall. He had a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead and his chest and arms.

"This was a bitch," he said. "But I got you up and running. They really fucked up this drain. Pardon my language."

"It's okay," I chuckled.

Kent turned on the shower and the water drained right down. I looked down at the shower floor. You couldn't even tell that he had ripped the drain apart.

"Man, you don't even know how much I appreciate this. Is the amount still the same?"

He nodded and I handed him a check for the amount we agreed upon earlier. He put the check in his wallet and scrubbed his hands in the sink.

I leaned against the vanity. "So, um, I was thinking that I'd like to replace all of the lights in the kitchen as well as the faucet. Is that something you can do?"

"Yeah, of course," he replied. "I also noticed the holes in the drywall in your bedroom. I can patch those up too."

"Man. I'm glad I called you. This place needs so much work, and I'm just in over my head. I don't know what I was thinking when I bought it. I was also thinking about tiling the bathroom and kitchen floors. Do you do that as well?"

"Sure. I can do tile or hardwoods. Whatever you want, bud. I'm your man."

Fuck. I wish he was my man! I looked at him, unable to tear my eyes away as my pants grew tighter. He stared at me like he could read my mind and stepped closer to me.

"Anything else you might need taken care of today, Cliff?" he asked. His voice was quiet and husky. His gaze was lustful and needy.

I looked up at him and stammered. "I... Uh... I..."

My heart was racing. He was so close to me. It felt like electricity was arcing between our bodies. I could smell his strong and pungent body odor. Something about his scent made me weak in the knees and I braced myself on the vanity counter. I let out a little pant.

He smirked and chuckled at me. I licked my lips nervously and his eyes darted down to my mouth. He stepped closer and bent his head down. He pressed his lips to mine and I felt the jolt race down my spine right to my groin. I melted into his arms as we kissed hard and deep. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I moaned and took it. It was intense, as if he was trying to devour me with his mouth and tongue. I grabbed at his back and held onto him. He kissed along my chin and sucked on my neck.

"Kent..." I moaned breathlessly, wanting more of his kisses.

His hands moved down and pulled off my Polo shirt and my undershirt. He growled at the sight of the smattering of hair on my chest. He attacked my small nipple with his mouth and it responded by stiffening into a hard nub. I grabbed at his head and whimpered in pleasure. His hands moved down to my pants and he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. They fell to the floor around my ankles and he kicked them away. His mouth moved to my other nipple, then back up to my neck.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, boy," he growled into my ear.

My dick jerked in my pants and pre-come oozed out into my briefs, causing me to moan. "Oh my god..."

Kent picked me up and dropped me on the counter. He grabbed my briefs and pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. My hard seven inch cut cock bounced up and thumped against my stomach. He spit into his hand and rubbed it between my cheeks. I felt one of his thick, rough fingers push into me and it hit my prostate on the first push. I moaned and threw my head back as my body shuddered.

"Kent," I breathed. "Yes."

"Fuck yeah... I knew the minute I saw you that you were a little slut for bear cock."

He chuckled as I laid my head down and whimpered into his shoulder.

"Where do you keep the lube?" he asked.

I reached down and pulled open the drawer to the right of us. He grabbed the tube of KY and opened it up and squeezed a glob onto his fingers. He pushed two fingers into my ass and began finger fucking me. He soon had three fingers going in and out of me, hard and fast.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I panted.

He stepped back and unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them. He pushed them down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His huge seven and half inch cock snapped up against his belly. He was rock hard and really thick, with a slight curve upwards. His veiny foreskin was pulled back, exposing a swollen purple head. He coated his cock with the KY and lined it up against my ass. With a firm shove, the head of his dick popped into my ass.

"Oh god!" I cried out as I gripped his shoulders tightly. His three fingers didn't fully prepare me to take his girth.

"Cliff," he whispered as he tapped my nose with his nose.

I opened my eyes and looked into his bright blue eyes. He was looking at me with complete lust. I could tell he wanted to shove it in, but he was holding back. My breathing slowly evened out and I started to relax.

He started to move very slowly, pushing deeper into me.

"Jesus... You're huge," I panted. "Your cock... feels so hot... inside me..."

"Aw shit, your ass is tight as hell."

He pulled back and then slowly pushed back in, repeating over and over until he was all the way inside me. Kent slid out and pushed back into me. His thick length slid across my hot spot and I shuddered and whimpered as a wave of pleasure radiated through my body.

"Oh, Kent..."

Kent started pumping in and out of me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him. I reached under his tank top and ran my hands up his back up to his shoulders. I felt the light dusting of hair there and I rubbed my hands over it, then I grabbed his shoulders and held onto him like my life depended on it.

Kent pounded my ass hard. He grunted and groaned loudly and I moaned and whimpered. It had been so long since I had been with anyone, certainly never anyone as good as he was. He was so macho and sexy and had me so turned on. Between the non-stop jabbing and sliding across my gland and the rubbing of my dick against his hairy belly, I was a goner. I pushed back against him, trying to use the friction of his thrusting body against my throbbing cock.

"Kent," I gasped.

"Fuck, Cliff, your ass is so fucking good..."

I buried my face in his neck and groaned. "I'm coming, Kent..."

I gripped him tighter, digging my fingers into his shoulders and pressing my knees into his pumping hips. My body tensed and released and with a muffled scream into his neck, I began shooting my load all over the both of us. My ass muscles contracted tightly with each spurt.

"Oh, you little motherfucker!" Kent shouted. "Squeeze my fucking cock, boy!"

Kent thrust hard into me one more time, and I held tight to him to keep myself from falling away.

"FUCK!" he shouted, so loudly I was sure the neighbors could hear us.

His body convulsed as he shot his come deep into my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing repeatedly; he must have shot at least ten times into me.

I had never been fucked like that in my entire life. I had never come so hard and so much and without any direct stimulation. I was stunned speechless. I continued to hang on to him, our chests heaving against each other, until he finally started to pull away. His cock slipped out of me with a pop and a torrent of semen rushed out of me. It pooled on the vanity and ran down my leg until I squeezed my muscles shut, trapping it inside me.

His jeans were still around his ankles and he stepped back and pulled them up. He gave me a sheepish look as he tucked his dripping wet, semi-hard prick into his jeans. He actually looked like he was blushing.

"Uh... I don't do that with clients," he said quietly as he buckled his belt. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"No, it's okay," I said as I pushed off the counter. "I, um... I don't normally get carried away like that either."

My feet hit the floor and my knees buckled. He quickly grabbed my arm and helped steady me. I chuckled nervously and blushed a little bit. He looked down at his tank top. It was covered in my semen. He pulled it over his head and wiped himself down with it. He swiped it underneath each of his armpits. He ran it over the front of my shirt and around my softening dick to try to clean me up, then dropped it down on the countertop. He pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up and gathered up his tools.

"So, Cliff... Call me."

I nodded. "I will, Kent. Definitely."

I pulled on my jeans and walked him to the front door.


My Handyman



"Bye." I waved at him as he left. I shut the door behind him and leaned back against it.

"Holy shit," I mumbled to myself.

That night when I went to get ready for bed, I saw his wife beater on the vanity. He had forgotten it. I picked it up and smelled it.

"Fuck," I groaned as my knees weakened.

The scent was intoxicating. His body odor was like a pheromone that was hard wired directly to my cock. My ass spasmed at the memory of our earlier encounter and I felt a stinging pain. It was a good pain. I reached into my underwear and wrapped my hands around my dick. I drew in a hiss as it jerked in my hand. It was already started to drool into my hand. I pulled my hand out and spit into it, then returned it to my cock. I brought the damp tank top to my nose and breathed in while I stroked my shaft. Less than thirty seconds later, I was blasting a load into my briefs. I grabbed at the counter with my left hand to keep balance.

My body shuddered and I struggled to remain on my feet. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I turned on the shower and warmed it up, quietly laughing to myself as I watched the water drain away.

***

I didn't want to seem too eager or desperate, so I didn't call him back right away. That next Wednesday morning, I finally called him back.

"Hi, Kent. This is Cliff... Cliff Lowe... Um, you came out--"

He chuckled. "I know who you are, Cliff. I was wondering if you were going to call."

"Oh. Yeah. I've been busy."

"What can I do for you?"

"Well, I want to do the kitchen lights and the faucet, like we talked about. And maybe fix the holes in my bedroom walls, that would be great, too."

"How's Saturday afternoon sound?"

"That would be great. What kind of lights should I look for?" I asked. "Is there a particular kind of plug or something?"

"No, there's no plug," he chuckled. "Get whatever you want. I can make it work. But if you want, I can stop by tonight and we can make a list and head over to Home Depot."

"Really? Man, that'd be great."

Kent met me at the house after work. He followed me into the house with a clipboard to the kitchen. He had a pencil behind his ear and grabbed it and started making notes. We were going to replace the ugly fluorescent light in the kitchen as well as the tacky brass chandelier over the breakfast table. He suggested some under-cabinet lights might be nice, as well as some pendant lights over the bar. I loved both of those ideas.

I got into his Dodge pickup truck and he drove us to Home Depot. I told him a vague idea of what I wanted and he made some suggestions and we quickly found some lights that were exactly what I was looking for. We headed to the kitchen faucets aisle and I found a nice brushed metal style that went well with the cabinets and granite counters.

"You wanna grab a bite to eat?" he asked as we got to the truck with my purchases.

"Sure, I'm starving."

We turned into the parking lot of a small café and went inside and sat at a small table for two. I ordered a bowl of tomato basil soup and a club sandwich, while he had a meatball sub and the tomato soup as well. As we sat down, I instantly felt uncomfortable when I realized I was still in my work clothes. I had a white dress shirt on with a baby blue patterned tie and a suit vest and slacks. He was wearing a hunter green shirt with the sleeves rolled up over a wife beater, jeans and work boots.

"I'm kind of over-dressed," I said.

"Nah. You look great," he said.

He reached over and tugged at my tie to loosen it, then unbuttoned my top shirt button.

"There. Now relax," he said, then grinned and gave me a wink.

I smiled back at him and dug into my dinner. We ate in comfortable silence. I would occasionally steal a glance at him when he wasn't looking. I noticed that he had trimmed up his beard and his hair was freshly cut and combed. I wondered if he had fixed himself up nice just for me and even if he didn't, the thought made me smile.

"So, tell me about yourself, Cliff," he asked as he slurped his soup.

"Oh... Well, I'm 31 and I work as an account manager. I'm finishing up my MBA, and I go to school three nights a week. I bought my house about a year ago thinking that I could fix it up like they do on TV. That hasn't worked out so well."

Kent laughed. "Yeah. Those shows keep guys like me in business. And it usually ends up costing more since I have to fix all their fuck-ups."

I laughed. "I think it's a conspiracy. So what about you?"

"I'm 37. I've been doing this kind of stuff since I was 18, when I started working with my uncle. I did manage to get an associate's degree at the community college, but nothing fancy like you. I've run my own contracting business for, um... twelve years now. I've done pretty good for myself and keep busy. And I like the work."

"Is it just you then?"

"Yeah. I'll sometimes hire subcontractors for bigger jobs, but I like to be hands on, so I'm always on site with them. I want to keep my business small, you know? I don't want to get so big that I have guys all over the place where I can't keep up with everything. I'm kind of a control freak. I know that when I finish a job, it's done right."

"That's cool. I can understand that. Makes perfect sense."

"So, why is a guy like you single?"

I shrugged. "I guess I have been focused on work and then getting my master's. I haven't had time to really date."

"Haven't had time or haven't made time?"

"Maybe a little of both," I answered truthfully. "How about you?"

"I'm not exactly, uh... out. My friends and family aren't what I'd call tolerant."

He cleared his throat and looked away from my eyes.

"Oh. That's too bad."

Kent shrugged. "Yeah, well..."

Things got a little uncomfortable for a moment and we decided to get going. He drove me back to my house and I opened the garage door and we unloaded the boxes from his truck and set them in the garage. Kent asked to use the bathroom and he followed me into the house and I showed him the guest bath.

"Hey, Cliff!" he called out a few minutes later.

I walked over to the bathroom. The door was open and he was drying his hands on the hand towel. His jeans were zipped up, but the button was still open and his belt was unbuckled. I cleared my throat nervously and tried to avert my eyes from his bulging crotch.

"You got a little bit of a mold problem back here," he said.

"Shit. Really? Where?"

"Behind the toilet along the baseboard."

I moved around him and bent over to look. His hand moved to my shoulder and he gave me a gentle push downwards. I squatted down between the toilet and the sink and looked down. Sure enough, there was a patch of black spots at the bottom of the drywall behind the toilet.

I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. "Can you fix it?"

He looked down at me and nodded. "I need to see if it's just on the surface or not. If so, it's an easy fix. I can add that to the list on Saturday."

"Okay. That would be great."

I turned and started to get up, but he moved in front of me. His hands moved to my shoulders.

"Stay there," he whispered.

I looked up at him and he was staring down at me. His eyes were dilated and smoldering with lust. If I wasn't already on my knees, I'm sure my legs would have collapsed under me. I instantly knew what he wanted and I wanted to give it to him. I moved my hands to his thighs and settled on my knees in front of him.

"Take it out," he whispered.

I took a deep breath and looked at his crotch. I could see the outline of his big dick in his tight jeans. I ran my hand over it and squeezed it. I slowly lowered the zipper, exposing the base of his wide dick. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged them down. His dick was half hard and slowly rising. I took the heavy organ in my hand and squeezed and stroked it. I pulled his meaty foreskin back and forth over the head, while squeezing and milking the shaft.

"Suck it."

I lifted the hefty cock and pointed it to my mouth. I licked up and down the shaft, running my tongue along the veins, and then took the head into my mouth. I licked my tongue all over him, making Kent moan loudly. His dick stiffened to full erection as I slid my mouth down. I sucked firmly as I bobbed my mouth up and down. I fondled his balls while I gave him head. His large eggs felt heavy inside the soft and furry sack.

"Oh yeah, suck my cock...."

I stroked my hand up and down his shaft, then got down to business. I slobbered and slurped all over his cock, giving him a nice sloppy blowjob.

"Fuck, you're good... Yeah, take it down your throat, baby..."

It felt so good having him in my mouth. My dick was pushing uncomfortably into my zipper, aching for release. I reached down and unzipped my slacks and reached into my pants and freed my own throbbing cock and stroked myself frantically.

Kent's hands moved to the sides of my head and he thrust his hips forward. He guided my head with his hands, guiding me into the rhythm he wanted. I tightened my lips around him and sucked and moaned as he fucked my face. His breathing quickened and his knees buckled. He gripped my head tighter and we moved faster and I sucked harder.

"Keep going... Just like that... I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth," he whispered.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned my consent.

Kent's hands tightened in my hair and I felt him buckle. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!"

The first blast hit the back of my throat so hard that it caught me off guard. I choked slightly and pulled back. His cock kept erupting in my mouth, filling my mouth with his hot and creamy load. Man, he tasted good. I had no choice but to swallow it. He kept filling my mouth and I swallowed again. I kept sucking him as my hand flew up and down my shaft. With a moan, I spurt my load all over my hand and the floor in front of me.

When I felt him starting to soften, I gave him one more hard suck and let him fall from my mouth. I licked at him and buried my nose in his dark wet bush. I gave his spent dick a kiss at the base and then looked up at him.

"Christ, Cliff. That was fucking great," he said.

The corners of my mouth raised slightly. I was proud of my abilities. Proud that I could please him. He took a step back and tucked his dick into his jeans and zipped up and buckled his belt up. I saw a blob of my semen on his work boot and I wiped it off with my fingers. He handed me a hand towel and I wiped my chin and my hand, then wiped up the floor.

He helped me up to my feet and gave me a quick kiss and we walked out to the living room.

"I'll see you on Saturday, then?" he asked.

"Yeah. Bye, Kent."

***

Kent showed up Saturday afternoon ready to work. Before he got started, he pulled off his shirt and laid it on the chair. His white tank underneath was nice and clean. I stared at his beefy arms as he pulled the boxes from the garage into the kitchen.

He replaced the chunk of moldy drywall in the downstairs bath first, which was thankfully only on the surface. He then repaired the holes in the drywall in my master bedroom. He cut the drywall away and screwed in new pieces. He mudded and sanded until the walls were perfectly smooth. After he finished that, he turned off the kitchen breaker and started on the under-cabinet lights.

I tried to stay out of his way, but I did check on him every once in awhile and offered to help. He had me hold the ladder and hand him the breakfast area chandelier. I watched him twist the colored wires together and then cap them with electrical caps. I had a nice view of his crotch as he stood on the ladder. I could see the lump of his dick pushing down his left pant leg.

I cleared my throat and returned my gaze upwards. "Hey, Kent?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you maybe wanna share a pizza for dinner? And I got beers in the fridge."

"Sure, Cliff. Sounds good."

He finished up the chandelier and then I helped him replace the fluorescent light.

"God, this thing is ugly," I said as I took it from him. "I'm so glad to see it go."

A couple hours later, the one light over the breakfast bar was replaced by three new hanging pendant lights. Kent went to the garage and turned on the breaker.

"Go for it, Cliffy," he said as he walked back into the kitchen.

I blushed at his nickname for me and gave him a shy smile. I walked over to the light switches and turned on all of the lights. The new lights made a huge difference. I had a ton of light now. Not only were the fixtures functional, but they were very fashionable as well. I was very much pleased with my purchases, and very glad that I had someone like Kent to help me out.

"Beautiful," I said as I looked around.

"Yeah. Sure is," he said quietly.

I looked back and smiled at him. He was looking at me and not the light fixtures. I chuckled nervously.

"Excuse me a minute," I said after I cleared my throat. I'm gonna call in our order."

I grabbed my cell phone and called up the pizzeria and ordered a large with the works. We grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down on the couch in the great room.

We sat quietly for a few seconds. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Kent seemed to perk up when I got to a football game, so I set the remote down.

"Oh, before I forget," I said.

I got up and got Kent's check from my office and brought it to him.

"Thank you so much for your help, Kent," I said. "This place has been a wreck for so long and in just a week, it's already looking like a home."

I held out my beer and he tapped the neck of my bottle with his and we both took a drink. I let out a deep breath and leaned back on the couch. I looked over at Kent and wondered what he was thinking. I really liked him and I was sure he liked me, but I kind of knew that whatever it was we had would never really go anywhere.

I looked down at my beer bottle and began picking at the label. What kind of relationship could a hyper-masculine closeted contractor have with a guy like me? I was definitely not in the closet. I wouldn't say that I was 'queeny', but I knew that most people suspected I was gay if they didn't already know when they first looked at me. I was soft-spoken and a little bit shy. I sometimes got mistaken for a ma'am at drive-throughs.

"You okay?" I heard him ask.

I looked up at Kent. "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. Just zoned out for a second."

"Are you--"

The doorbell rang and I got up to get our food from the delivery man. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some paper plates and napkins.

Kent stood up and pulled out his wallet. "Let me pay for my half."

"No. Put your money away. It's my treat. To thank you for being so great."

I didn't mean that the way it sounded and I cringed a little bit. I set the pizza on the coffee table and we dug in.

It was really good and we were both starved. We ate the whole thing pretty quickly. I let him have the last piece. I wondered if he was still hungry. Maybe I should have ordered two.

I stood up to take care of the trash.

"Let me get that," he said.

"No, that's okay."

"I insist. Plus, it gives me an excuse to grab a smoke."

I smiled. "Okay. The trash bin's out back, next to the deck."

He grabbed the paper plates and the empty box and headed out the back door. I went and washed my hands, then I decided to join him outside. He was standing on the back deck looking out at the back yard while smoking his cigarette.

"Hey," I said as I walked up next to him.

"This is nice," he said. "Though I'd probably sod the yard. It's got a lot of bare spots."

"Yeah. That's on the list, too. I'd love to have a little garden with flowers and stuff, too."

"I don't really do landscaping, but I got a buddy that can help you with that if you're interested."

"I might take you up on that. So what's your house like? I'll bet it's like a show house, huh?"

Kent chuckled. "Nah. I rent half of a duplex. It's not bad. I've been wanting to buy a house for years, but just never got around to looking into it."

Kent finished his smoke and flicked the butt into the back yard. He exhaled the smoke away from me and then we went back inside.

"Kent? How long do the patches on my bedroom wall need to dry before I can paint over them?"

"Let me check to see if they're dry."

I followed him to my master bedroom. I sat down on the bed while he looked at his handy work. I only asked as a pretense to get him into my bedroom. I was sure that he knew this.

He looked over at me sitting on the bed. "You can paint them anytime."

That cocky half-smile appeared on his face. He licked his lips and openly adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans, making no effort to be inconspicuous about his arousal. He moved and sat down next to me. I looked up at him and swallowed nervously. He smirked at me and then bent down and kissed me. I whimpered and put my arms around him and he kissed me deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth and I pushed back against it. Our tongues tangled and twirled over each other.

I broke the kiss and slid up onto the bed. Kent crawled up next to me and we laid on our sides facing each other.

"You are fucking gorgeous, Cliffy," he said.

I blushed deeply, causing a chuckle out of him. I pushed my mouth onto his and kissed him hungrily. We kissed and made out hot and heavy. He rolled me onto my back and rolled on top of me, causing me to moan softly. I looked up at him, noticing for the first time the flecks of gray in his brown hair and beard. I reached up and ran my hand over his beard.

"You're such a stud," I breathed.

I ran my hands over the large scorpion on his arm. He moved his leg so that both of his legs were between mine. I could feel his hard cock grinding into me as he sucked on my neck, then nibbled my ear lobe. My eyes fluttered closed and I arched my body up to his.

"I wanna fuck you," he husked into my ear.

I trembled beneath him and nodded. "Yes," I panted as I spread my legs for him.

Kent pulled back onto his knees. He pulled my glasses off and set them on the nightstand. He unbuttoned my shirt and helped pull my t-shirt off. He unbuckled my pants and pulled them off and tossed them onto the pile. Next came my briefs, then my socks. I laid completely naked on the bed as Kent's eyes wandered up and down my body.

"Fucking perfect," he whispered.

I reached up and grabbed Kent's wife beater and pulled it over his head. I whimpered at the sight of his hairy body. I ran my hands up and down his hairy chest and belly.

"You like that fur, boy?" he growled.

"Yeah. I love it."

I reached down to his jeans and unbuckled his belt. I unzipped his jeans and Kent help me out by pulling off his pants and tossing them onto the floor. He pulled off his socks and I pulled him on top of me.

"I love the way you feel on top of me," I whispered. "You're so big and manly."

Kent attacked my neck with his mouth, sucking my delicate skin into his mouth. My body shuddered underneath his as he sucked and nipped at my neck with his teeth, leaving a dark bruise. He licked up my neck and sucked my ear lobe into his mouth. His tongue ran along my ear and I shuddered once more.

His hard, calloused hands rubbed up and down my body. He licked his way down my neck to my chest. His mouth and tongue played with each of my nipples. The brown nubs quickly stiffened into hard little peaks. He kissed at the light patch of hair in the middle of my chest. His hands moved underneath me to cup my ass cheeks.

"Turn over," he husked.

I rolled over onto my stomach and let out a deep breath.

"Where's your lube?" he breathed into my ear as he laid on top of me.

I pointed at the left nightstand and he pulled open the drawer and pulled out the nearly full bottle. He moved between my legs and ran his hands up and down my back, settling on my ass.

"You got a perfect little ass, Cliffy. Like it was made just for my big cock."




My Handyman



I whimpered and closed my eyes as he kneaded my tight cheeks.

"What's this?" he asked. I felt him trace the quarter sized scar on my left butt cheek and the two smaller scars a couple of inches below.

"I was bit by a rottweiler when I was little. I was running from him and, well... he got me."

Kent stifled a chuckle. I raised up on my elbows and looked back at him and frowned. He saw the look on my face and then started to laugh out right, a really loud belly laugh. His laughter was infectious and I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Bastard. I was traumatized," I said between giggles.

"Poor baby," he said as his laughter subsided. He bent down and pressed his lips to my scar and tenderly kissed it. "Better?" he asked seductively.

"Yeah," I breathed out.

He kissed it again before moving lower and kissing the small scars. His hands pulled my cheeks apart and I heard him growl approvingly.

'Oh god, please, Kent,' I thought to myself.

I whimpered in pleasure as his tongue flicked against my hole. "Oh my god..."

I gripped the sheets and buried my face in the pillow as his tongue darted all around the sensitive ring of skin. He pushed his tongue into me, flicking it in and out and swirling it all around. I relaxed into the bed as Kent rimmed me. I gripped the pillow and my dick throbbed into the sheets below me.

I felt him pull away and I whimpered in disappointment. "Kent..."

His warm tongue was replace with the coolness of the lube as he rubbed it all around. He pushed his finger into me and tapped my prostate.

"Oh, yes," I moaned.

Kent pushed two fingers into me and then three. I was bucking back against his thrusting hand.

"You want it, baby?" he asked.

"Yes... please... I want it..."

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"I want your big dick, Kent."

"Where do you want my big dick?"

"I want it in my ass. I want you to fuck me. Please, Kent. I can't take it anymore."

Kent moved on top of me and lowered his beefy bear body on top of me. He kissed along my neck and shoulders.

I felt his fingers spreading more lube onto my hole. I heard him lubing up his dick and then I felt the hot head pushing against me. I moaned like a slut when the fat head of his cock slid into me. His arms moved underneath me, around my chest and he held me tight against him. His hairy chest and belly pressed into my back.

"You feel so good, Cliffy," he whispered my ear.

Kent pulled back and slowly pushed into me. I let out a little whimper of discomfort. He kissed along my neck to soothe me.

He slid out and pushed back in again, sliding across that bundle of nerves inside me that had me quivering and moaning. He quickly built up speed, pumping in and out of me. He groaned and grunted, matching my moans and whimpers.

When I felt him move off me and pull out, I moaned at the emptiness.

"No, don't stop," I pleaded.

"Turn over. I wanna see you."

He helped me onto my back. He pushed my legs back so that my knees were practically against my chest. He entered me to hilt in one swift movement.

"Oh god," I moaned. "So big..."

Kent thrust in and out of my ass. His hips slapped hard against me with each thrust. I lowered my legs, and locked them around his waist. I ran my hands up and down his back. I raked my fingers through the patch of hair on his lower back above the crack of his ass. I ran them around his sides and all around his chest and belly. The way the soft hair tickled my fingers was heavenly.

Kent looked down into my eyes. "Cliffy... Baby..."

"Don't stop, Kent... You feel so good inside me..."

"Am I hurting you? Can you take it harder?"

"Yes, harder, Kent. Oh god, please..."

Kent slammed his cock into me as hard as he could. His hips slapped loudly against me. His hands moved to my head and he held me and kissed me passionately. His belly pushed against my aching dick. The hairs rubbed against it. My pre-come made it slippery. I was getting close.

"Need you to come, baby," he grunted. "Can't hold back much longer..."

I pushed my hips back into him, trying to rub my wet dick against him. He thrust harder, pounding my prostate relentlessly. I sucked hard on his tongue and moaned. I gripped his back tight and I exploded.

I clamped down on his thrusting cock. My tight channel spasmed and contracted and my dick exploded between our bodies, spurting hot semen all over our bellies. Kent pulled off my mouth and gasped.

"Cliffy! OH! FUCK!"

Kent's cock throbbed and pulsed as he coated my insides with jets of hot semen. He collapsed on top of me. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He lightly stroked my hair and kissed along my neck and ear.

"Fucking amazing," he whispered. "You're the best lay I've had in... shit, I can't remember when."

A trickle of his cooling seed oozed out of me as he pulled out and rolled over onto his back.

I turned my head and looked at him through half-closed eyes, completely and utterly satisfied. I smiled at him and he laughed at me and leaned in and kissed me. I laid my head back down and his arms tightened around me.

"Will you stay the night?" I asked as I stroked my fingers through the hair on his chest.

"Yeah?" he asked with genuine surprise.

"Yeah."

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Good. If I can get my butt out of bed, we can take a shower in my fully functional bathroom."

Kent laughed and got out of bed and pulled me to my feet. I adjusted the shower temperature and we stepped in and Kent closed the glass door. The shower was plenty big enough for both of us. The warm water felt so good flowing down onto us. Kent took me in his arms and kissed all over my neck and shoulders. He was so tender and gentle. I leaned into him and let him take care of me.

After we showered, I pulled an extra toothbrush from under the sink and gave it to him. I noticed after he finished brushing his teeth, he put it in the toothbrush holder with mine. For some reason that little gesture made me very happy.

When we got back into bed, he pulled me to him and kissed me and I snuggled against his warm body. I heard him start to snore as I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was all tangled up in Kent. As much as I wanted to stay and cuddle with him, my bladder was telling me to get up. I pulled myself away and used the bathroom and then brushed my teeth. Kent stumbled in and I chuckled. His eyes were half-closed and his hair was a mess. I took in the sight of his big hairy body and the fat uncut dick hanging between his legs. A shiver ran through me and I had to look away.

"Got a job at nine," he mumbled.

He put the toilet seat down and that was my cue to get out of there.

I pulled on a t-shirt and some briefs and I headed to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I grabbed a couple of skillets and fried some bacon and scrambled some eggs. I put four slices of bread into the toaster and went back to my eggs.

"Mmm. Smells good in here," Kent said as he walked into the kitchen.

I turned to see that he was fully dressed and ready to go. I smiled at him and looked back down and flipped the bacon. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. His body surrounded me and pulled me tight to him as he nibbled on my neck.

"Good morning," I said with a giggle as his beard tickled my skin.

"You know what they say about stray dogs. If you feed them, they'll keep coming back."

"Good," I said quietly.

Kent let go of me and leaned back on the counter next to the stove and watched me. He had a smug grin on his face. I looked over at him and I suddenly felt nervous.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothin'."

He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss.

I blushed a little. "The mugs are in that cabinet if you want a cup of coffee."

He kissed me again and got two mugs and filled them both.

"Do you need any milk or sugar?" I asked.

"Nope. I like it black," he said as he sipped the hot drink.

"Me, too."

I grabbed two plates and piled one with most of the eggs and all but two slices of bacon. I grabbed two slices of toast and handed the plate to him. That got me another quick kiss. By now, I was grinning like an idiot. I fixed my plate and joined him at the breakfast bar.

"Mm. This is good, Cliffy," he said with a mouth full of eggs.

"It's no big deal," I shrugged. "Eggs are easy."

"Well, it's a big deal to me."

"Thanks," I smiled.

He gave me another quick kiss.

"Bacony," he said as he licked his lips and we both laughed.

After we finished breakfast, Kent took the plates and mugs and put them into the dishwasher.

"I gotta go, babe," he said.

"Okay."

He grabbed his tools and stuff and headed to the front door. He bent down and gave me a slow and sensual kiss.

"Call me," he said.

"I will. Bye."

"Bye."

***

I didn't call Kent on Monday. I didn't want to seem too eager or desperate. Plus, I had class after work, so I was busy all day.

I hemmed and hawed all day Tuesday about calling him. Driving home from work, I realized I was being stupid. He told me to call him. He wanted me to call him. I decided that I would call him as soon as I got home. My cell phone rang and my bluetooth headset beeped and announced a number I didn't recognize off the top of my head. I put the headset into my ear and pressed the button to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Cliff? Hi, it's me. Kent. Kent Barnes."

"Hi, Kent. How are you?"

"I'm good. So listen... I was mapping out my week and I wanted to know... uh, if you were planning on me for Saturday."

"Um, well I have a pretty big list of things that need to be done."

"Okay. So I'll pencil you in for Saturday. All day?"

"Yeah. Um... I was thinking that maybe we could get together before Saturday?"

"Yeah?" I could see his cocky grin over the phone.

"Mm-hmm. Maybe you could look at my list and we could plan out Saturday?"

"Sure. How 'bout tonight? You like Chinese? I can get some takeout and stop by."

"That'd be great. I like anything, so whatever you want is good with me."

"I'll see you in about an hour."

Kent showed up about 15 minutes after I got home. I opened the door and invited him in.

"Hi, Kent."

"Hey, Cliff."

He was carrying a big bag of food and a black tool bag. He leaned his head in towards me and then pulled away. He cleared his throat and set the food down on the breakfast bar. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stood there looking nervous.

He was so cute I couldn't stand it. I walked up to him and got real close.

"You could have kissed me back there," I said quietly. "I wouldn't have minded."

I ran my fingers through the hair sticking out over the top of his tank top and looked up at him.

His hand moved to the back of my neck and he bent down and kissed me deeply.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yeah," I sighed.

We both chuckled and felt more relaxed. I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my top button and tossed my tie on the breakfast bar. I grabbed the bag of food and carried it to the kitchen table. I grabbed a couple of plates and asked Kent what he wanted to drink while he unpacked the bag.

"You got a beer?" he asked.

"Sure. Hey... I'm sorry I didn't call you yesterday. I... Well... I was being stupid."

"Eh. That's okay. I was hanging out with my buddies watching Monday Night Football down at Bulldog's. That's a sports bar."

"Ah," I nodded.

I brought him a bottle of beer and got a can of Coke for myself. Kent had chosen four different dishes as well as steamed rice and two egg rolls. We filled our plates up and I grabbed a pair of the disposable chopsticks. He did the same and began digging in.

"Wow. I'm impressed," I said as I watched him use the chopsticks like a pro.

"I dated an Asian guy a long time ago," he chewed. "He taught me how to use chopsticks. Among other things."

He popped another piece of chicken in his mouth and winked at me. I laughed and began eating.

After we finished dinner, I put the leftovers in the fridge while he took care of the dishes.

"Okay, babe. Let's see this list."

I smiled to myself at his casual slip of the endearment. He pulled out a notepad and pencil out of his tool bag. I saw he had a change of clothes in there as well and it made me smile. I went to my home office and grabbed my list and we sat down on the couch together.

He put his arm on the back of the couch and his hand rested on my shoulder. He leaned in close and looked at the list. I looked up at him and I couldn't resist. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. He smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss. His arm moved properly around my shoulders.

"How 'bout we do the upstairs guest bath?" he said as he pointed to the list.

"The fixtures?"

"All of it," he said as he pointed down the list. "The fixtures, the lights, tiling the floor."

"Really? In one day?"

"I can get it done. I can't grout until the tile is set, but yeah. And you won't be able to use the toilet until that's done since I have to take it out. Why not?"

I shrugged. "Okay. Whatever you say."

He scratched some numbers down and come up with an amount.

"That sounds really low," I frowned.

"That doesn't include the product we'll have to buy. Just labor."

"That still sounds low."

Kent shrugged. "I'm giving you a little bit of a discount."

"You don't have to do that. I don't want to cheat you out of what you deserve to be paid just because we're..."

"Fucking?"

"Yeah... That..."

I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I had hoped that it was more than just... fucking.

"You wanna head to Home Depot? Do some shopping?" he asked.

"Sure," I said quietly. I pushed up off the couch.

Kent took my arm. "Hey. Something wrong?"

I looked up at him. "No. It's... It's stupid. Nevermind me. Let's go."

Kent put his hands on my shoulders. "If something's bothering you, I wanna know, Cliffy."

He was looking at me and seemed to be genuinely concerned. I decided not to beat around the bush and be honest. Hiding my feelings never got me anywhere in the past.

"Is that all I am to you, Kent? Just a fuck? I know we haven't known each other very long... But I was hoping that there was something more between us."

I started to feel myself getting emotional. Shit. My eyes started to tear up and I looked away from him. He pulled me into a hug. One of his hands moved up to the back of my head and he gently stroked my hair.

"Cliff. That was a poor choice of words. You are more than just a fuck to me. But, listen..."

He moved away and pulled me down to the couch.

"I already told you that I'm not out. I gotta be discreet. That usually ends up being a deal breaker for most guys. I'd like to keep seeing you, but I understand if you don't want to."

"So... just casual dating then?"

"Exactly."

"Are you dating other guys, too?"

"No," he said quickly. "Just you."

"Okay," I agreed.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I want to keep seeing you."

He smiled and kissed me. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. I would take casual dating with him. If he wasn't seeing other guys, then that was good enough for me.

We spent a couple of hours at Home Depot buying new a light fixture, a new faucet for the sink with matching accessories. I picked out a nice earthy ceramic tile for the floor.

After we put everything in the garage, I invited Kent in.

"You wanna relax, have a beer?"

"I still gotta drive home, so I probably shouldn't."

"You could stay the night here... if you're too buzzed to drive."

"Okay then."

I grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge and I handed one to Kent.

"Do you mind if we drink these out back? I haven't had a smoke all night and I'm kind of dying here."

"Sure," I chuckled.

He put his arm around my neck and kissed the side of my head and dragged me out to the back deck. We sat down at the patio table and Kent lit a smoke. He seemed to relax almost immediately.

"Kent, you're welcome to come out here and smoke anytime you want to. I don't mind at all."

"I try not to smoke around you," he said as he flicked his ashes off the side of deck.

"Well, you don't have to do that," I said as I took a drink of my beer.

I looked over at him and he was smirking at me. He narrowed his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette. He tilted his head back and blew out a few smoke rings. God, he was so hot. My face started to feel warm and I had to look away. I heard him chuckling softly.

After he finished his smoke, he flicked the butt into the yard and pulled me up out of my chair.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go to bed."

"Oh? It's still early," I said with an innocent smile.

"I don't wanna sleep," he growled.

He grabbed for my butt, and I smacked his hand away with a giggle. He chased me inside and up the stairs. He was remarkably fast, not that I was really trying to get away. I gasped when he grabbed me and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed.

"Get your clothes off," he grunted as he started to strip.

I quickly pulled my clothes off and tossed them onto the floor. He crawled onto the bed. I spread my legs and he moved between them and hovered above me. I looked up into his eyes and ran my hands down his chest to his belly to his sides. He looked down at me and smiled.

"You're more than just a fuck to me, Cliffy," he said quietly. "You're very special to me. I don't want you to ever think that you're not."

"Thank you, Kent. That means a lot to me. I really like you."

"Good. Now turn over."

Kent turned me over onto my stomach. He spread my cheeks apart and dove in. I gripped the pillow and moaned. It was like he was trying to push his whole face into my ass. The things he could do with his tongue... freaking incredible. His beard gave me whisker burn, making my ass even more sensitive to his touch and his tongue.

His tongue was replaced by two slippery fingers. He pushed them in effortlessly and I moaned as he rubbed against my prostate. He twisted and stretched and rubbed. My dick was dripping pre-come onto the sheets below me as I pushed my ass back to meet this thrusting hand.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees. A hand pushed down on my back and I was on all fours like he wanted. I felt the head of his dick pushing against me. It felt like a red hot poker was sliding into me.

I wanted it so bad, there wasn't a trace of pain as he slowly slid into me. When I felt his furry bush against my ass and his big heavy balls laying against mine, I groaned and pushed back into him. I normally hate being fucked doggy style. It's so impersonal. But here I was on all fours and before I knew it, I was whining and begging. "Fuck me, Kent."

"Yeah, baby... Gonna fuck you so good..."

Kent grabbed my hips and slowly slid out and then rammed into me.

"Oh!" I cried out. "Yes!"

Kent slapped my ass hard with his hand and began pumping in and out of me. His thrusts were hard and deep and relentless. I hung my head down and whimpered. I pushed back against him, completely lost in ecstasy.

I moaned his name over and over. "Kent... Kent..."

"Cliffy... Baby... so good... so tight..."

I finally couldn't take it any more. I reached my right hand up between my legs only to have Kent grab my wrist and smack it away.

"Please," I begged. "I need to come..."

Kent ignored my pleas and increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. He jackhammered into me over and over, hitting my prostate with every thrust. He smacked my ass again.

My body started to quiver. I let out a sob and gasp. I gripped the sheets so tight in my fists that my knuckles turned white.

"Oh god! Oh! Kent!" I screamed as my dick lurched and sprayed a bolt of semen all over the sheets underneath me. I spurt several more times, soaking the sheets below me.

My convulsing ass was too much for Kent and it pushed him over the edge.




My Handyman



"FUCK!" he shouted as his cock throbbed and pulsed his seed deep inside my guts.

He fell forward onto my back and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my back and neck and shoulders. My arms trembled from the weight and they buckled and I felt out of his arms onto the sticky sheets below me.

He laid down on top of me. He stroked my hair and kissed the side of my face. I closed my eyes and let myself feel cherished for a few moments.

"I think we need a shower, baby," he chuckled.

"I think we need to change the sheets," I laughed.

We got up and took a quick shower together, then stood at the sink and brushed our teeth.

Kent helped me change the sheets and make the bed and I wrapped my arms around him.

"You are gonna stay the night with me, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I was kinda hoping you'd ask."

I got into bed and he crawled in and spooned behind me and pulled me to his chest. I melted back into his warm furry body and was asleep in an instant.

***

When the alarm went off the next morning, I was dead tired. Kent reached behind him and shut the alarm off and with a groan, pushed himself out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom.

I got out of bed with a grunt and followed him into the bathroom. He was standing at the toilet with his eyes closed. His cock hung heavy as he pissed a big strong stream into the toilet. He reminded me of a kid standing there all sleepy with his hair all messed up. There was nothing kid-like about that body, though. My heart pounded as I looked at him.

I shook my head and turned on the shower and got it warmed up. Kent walked up to me and grunted and gave me a quick kiss as he stepped into the shower. I took a quick piss, then joined him in the shower.

"I thought I wasn't a morning person," I said. "But you... You're something else," I chuckled.

"Need coffee," he grunted as he washed his chest and armpits.

I laughed and squeezed some shower gel onto my hands and squatted down in front of him. I soaped up his legs and thighs and his dick started to harden in front of me. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I twirled my tongue all over the hooded head and then pushed the foreskin back with my lips.

I looked up at Kent he was standing with his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face.

I knew we didn't have a lot of time, so I took him all the way into my throat. I pulled back and stroked with my hand, then plunged down over and over. I took him in my hand and stroked him while I licked and sucked on his balls.

"Gonna shoot, baby," he groaned.

I kept stroking his dick and I flicked my tongue all over the head and the slit.

"Keep going, baby... Jerk me off..."

I looked up and he was staring down at me.

He grunted loudly. "Don't stop..."

I looked up into his eyes as I jerked him off.

"Open your mouth," he husked. "Keep stroking..."

I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock rest on my bottom lip. I fondled his balls inside their tightened sack and twisted my hand up and down his shaft.

"Ungh... Fuck..."

Kent's eyes locked onto mine and he grunted as a huge spurt of come flew out of his cock and landed in a rope across my face. I whimpered as he coated my face and tongue with his huge load.

His chest heaved as he came down from his orgasm. He looked down at me with a lustful smirk. "You look fucking hot with my load all over your face, baby."

He quickly pulled me up to my feet and squatted in front of me. He took my red and swollen dick into his mouth and sucked up and down. His hand pushed between my legs and I spread for him. He pushed his middle finger into my ass and began pumping it hard into me, jabbing at my prostate with each thrust.

I gripped Kent's shoulders tightly and screamed his name as my nuts unloaded into his hot mouth. I slumped back against the wall as he slowed down his movements. He stood up and held my head in his hands and kissed me tenderly.

We finished washing up and then got dressed for work. Kent dressed in his usual manner: jeans, wife beater tank top, long sleeved button down shirt. After he dressed he got his cell phone and made some calls.

I dressed in a white shirt and my charcoal suit slacks. I put on a purple tie with little white polka dots and buttoned up my suit vest. I set my suit coat on the chair in the kitchen and started breakfast.

"Need any help with anything?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen and poured two mugs of coffee for us.

"Nope. Well, you can get the plates and silverware."

"Sure, babe."

Kent brought me the plates and I scooped the eggs and plated his sausage patties and toast.

"You cook like this every morning?" he asked.

"Nah. Sometimes on the weekend."

"You don't have to cook just for me," he said as we sat down at the breakfast bar.

"I don't mind. A big, hard working guy like you needs to eat breakfast. You need the energy to help you get through the day."

"Thanks, Cliffy," he said quietly as he stared at me.

I smiled at him and he grabbed my head and pulled me closer and gave me a loud kiss on the the side of my head.

"You like pancakes?" I asked. "I'll make pancakes the next time you stay over. Or do you like waffles better?"

"Pancakes are good."

"Okay. Pancakes it is."

"With blueberries?"

"Sure."

Kent grinned like a little kid and dug into his food. We quickly finished our breakfast and got ready to go.

"God damn, you look good in a suit," he said as he ran his hands over my shoulders. "I love the vest. It's sharp."

"Thanks," I blushed. We stepped out into the garage and I pressed the opener button.

I tossed my briefcase into my BMW sedan and turned to Kent. "I got class tonight and Friday night, so... um..."

"Maybe we can get dinner tomorrow then?" he asked.

I nodded. "Okay."

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss and then headed out to his pickup truck in the driveway. I watched in the rearview mirror as he lit a smoke. He put the truck in reverse and backed out. He held up his hand out the window and waved as he drove away. 

I sat in the garage for a few minutes gripping the steering wheel thinking about how I felt. I knew that it was going to be impossible for me to keep things casual with Kent. I was already falling in love with him.

***

Kent spent the night again on Thursday and I did indeed make blueberry pancakes for him Friday morning before we went to work.

We spent all day Saturday working on the guest bathroom. He did all of the real work, but I was there to assist and hold things or hand him things. It was amazing watching him work. I could tell that he really took pride in his work. He made sure everything was exactly perfect. We had to wait until Tuesday to do the grouting while the tile dried. Once the grout was done, he put the toilet back on. I had bought all new towels and accessories, plus a new shower curtain. Once it was complete, I hugged him and kissed him and told him how much I loved it.

"We should do the master bathroom next, baby."

"I would love to make it like a spa in there. Lots of natural tiles and glass."

"I can do whatever you want, but if you're wanting to change the layout, you probably should hire a plumber and have him get the permits."

"No, I like the layout. I just want to make it really nice."

Over the next month, Kent spent the night with me every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. In the mornings, I'd make him breakfast and we'd go off to work. Saturdays were spent working on the master bathroom.

When we finally finished the bathroom, I was amazed. It was completely transformed. I had a new jacuzzi tub, a new vanity with glass wash bowl sinks and modern hardware. Kent installed heated slate floors. The green-blue tiles in the shower were beautiful.

I was standing in the middle of the room grinning. Kent came up behind me and put his arms around me and kissed my shoulder and neck.

"I love it, Kent. It's more beautiful than I could have imagined."

"Only the best for you, Cliffy."

I turned around and kissed him. I licked at his bottom lip, begging for him to allow me inside. I flicked at his tongue and he became aggressive and pushed back at my tongue and my mouth. He kissed me deeply until we had to move apart to breathe.

He lightly brushed his lips all over mine and I clutched at his broad back, urging him closer. He sucked hard on my neck, lightly biting and chewing.

"I love you, Kent," I breathed.

The words just slipped out of my mouth. I didn't mean to admit it. I knew that he would never return the feeling. I gasped and my eyes flew open. The look of shock on his face told me that he had not been expecting to hear that. Tears flooded my eyes and I pulled out of his arms and clapped my hands over my mouth. I pushed around him and tried to flee the room.

He quickly grabbed me and pulled me back to him. His arms tightened around my chest as he held my back against his body.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled into my ear.

"Kent, please," I cried.

"You tell me you love me and then you run?"

"I know you can't love me back," I sniffled.

"Says who?"

I closed my eyes. "Please don't play with me, Kent," I whispered.

"Come here," he said as he took my hand and led me to my bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and sat me down next to him. He lifted my chin up with his fingers, directing me to look into his eyes. I saw how much he cared about me and I gave him a little smile. He wiped away my tears with his thumbs.

"I'm not very good at showing my feelings. You're fucking adorable, Cliffy. You're the best lover I've ever had. You've got such a big heart, so kind and generous. How could I not love you back?"

"You mean it?"

"I love you, too, Cliff."

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. I looked into his eyes and whimpered in need. I jumped on him and pushed him back onto the bed. I straddled his hips and grabbed his shirt and pulled myself down to him and kissed him.

"I need you, Kent," I whispered. "I need you inside me. Please."

I pulled off my polo shirt and tossed it to the ground. I unbuttoned Kent's shirt and pushed up his wife beater. I ran my hands up and down his furry body.

"Aw fuck, baby," he groaned. "I love it when you beg for me. You get my dick so fucking hard."

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and reached my hands into his boxer shorts. I grabbed his dick and started stroking him.

"Oh, god, it's so hot," I moaned.

Kent grabbed me and rolled us over so that I was on my back.

He growled in my ear, "Gonna fuck you so good, baby. You're gonna know how much I love you when I'm done with you."

I grabbed my belt and struggled to get it unbuckled. Kent grabbed my jeans and pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. He bent down and began sucking and licking my nipples. I gripped his hair and arched my back up to him. One of his hands moved between my legs and began rubbing along my hole and I shuddered beneath him. His mouth moved to my neck and he sucked hard, marking me with a dark hickey.

"Now, Kent, please!"

As Kent moved up and kissed me, the doorbell rang.

"Shit," I hissed.

It rang again impatiently three more times in a row.

I pushed up on my elbows. "Who the heck could that be?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Kent said as he pushed me back down on the bed and moved in between my legs.

"Cliff?!" Walt's voice called out from the kitchen. "Where are you?"

Walt must have came in through the open garage into the kitchen.

"Shit!"

I scrambled up out of bed and pulled on my jeans and polo shirt and I ran down the stairs to find Walt, Byrne and Chip walking out of the kitchen into the living room.

"Hey, guys," I panted.

"Didn't you hear us ringing the bell?" Walt asked.

"No. I, uh, I was upstairs. Wh-What are you guys doing here?"

"We're going out to dinner," Chip said. "And you're not canceling this time."

"Where's the handyman?" Byrne asked.

"Um... He's upstairs."

The three of them traded glances and eyed me suspiciously.

"So, when do we get to see the bathroom?" Byrne asked.

"Oh, um... Yeah, come on."

They followed me up to the guest bathroom and I showed it off, pointing out all of the details.

"Didn't Kent do a great job?" I said proudly.

"This is really nice, Cliff," Chip said.

"Thanks."

"Let's see the master," Walt said.

"Oh. Wait--"

I chased after three of them as they walked down the hall into my bedroom. I looked around for Kent, but I didn't see him. I noticed he had picked everything up and even made the bed.

We stepped into the bathroom. Kent was packing up his tools and then wiped his hand on a rag.

"Hey, guys," he said.

Walt, Chip and Bryne looked around the bathroom in awe.

"Holy shit!" Walt said. "This is gorgeous!"

"Wow, man. This is beautiful. You did all this?" Chip asked Kent.

"Yup. Cliffy helped a little," he grinned.

I cringed as 'Cliffy' slipped out of his mouth. The slip of his nickname for me did not go unnoticed by my friends. Kent saw the look of sheer panic on my face and his smile disappeared.

"'Cliffy' helped?" Byrne asked as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"It was nothing," I said dismissively.

"Whatever. You ready to go?" Walt asked me. "I'm starved."

"Oh, um... I guess."

"I'll catch you later, Cliff," Kent said. "Call me if you have any more work."

He walked past us without looking at me and headed down the stairs.

"Kent! Wait," I called out.

I bounded down the stairs after him and caught up to him in the kitchen.

"Wait. Please," I whispered.

Kent stopped and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Don't go. I'll get rid of them."

"Nah. They're your friends. Go out. Have fun. Call me when it's convenient," he snipped.

I was caught completely off guard by his tone.

"Kent. Please don't be upset. Besides, it's not like you're bringing me around your friends."

"That's different. My friends don't know I'm gay. But you? You're just embarrassed to be seen slumming with the construction worker."

"That's not true at all!"

"Isn't it? I see your friends with their designer clothes and their expensive cars."

"My friends can be a little snobby, I admit. But I'm not embarrassed by you. I didn't think you wanted people to know that you were gay, so I wasn't about to announce it to the biggest gossip queens in town. If I had my way, everyone would know that I'm in love with you."

Someone cleared their throat and I turned to see my friends standing in the doorway.

"Sorry to interrupt this little episode of The Waltons, but I'm hungry," Walt said.

I sighed and took Kent's hand in mine and pulled him next to me. I looked at my friends and simply said, "Kent and I are dating."

"Duh," Walt said.

"Yeah," Chip added. "That was pretty obvious when you came downstairs with a hickey and that 'I've just been fucked' look."

"I'll call the restaurant and change our call-ahead to five," Byrne said.

Kent looked down at his jeans and work shirt. "Oh... I'm not really dressed for..."

"You're fine," Walt said. "You're okay too, Cliff. Let's go. Chop chop."

I gave Kent an apologetic smile. Kent straightened my shirt and ran his fingers through my hair and smoothed it down.

Kent and I followed in his pickup truck to the restaurant, an Italian place where we frequently dined as a group.

"Baby?" Kent asked as he drove.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. For what I said earlier. I had no right, especially given my situation with my friends."

"It's okay, Kent. I understand. I'm sorry, too."

We smiled at each other and he took my hand and held it in his as we drove.

Dinner with my friends went really well. They were really interested in the work Kent did on my house so far and Chip had some things he wanted to hire him for. They were surprisingly pleasant and not at all snobby. Of course, Kent was quite funny and very charming. He had them eating out of his hand.

At one point he had just told a story about doing a bathroom repair for a woman in her fifties. She was very prim and proper. They were in the bathroom and he asked for a towel. She pointed to a drawer and he opened the wrong one. It was filled with sex toys, including a very large dildo. The woman nearly passed out and she tripped over herself as she rushed to slam the drawer shut.

He had all of us laughing hysterically. He looked at me and winked and I fell in love with him just a little bit more.

***

We continued to date for a few more months and everything was great. He almost always spent the night at my house on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. In the bedroom, there was still passion and excitement.

We decided to paint the master bedroom, so we headed to Home Depot to pick out some paint and get some supplies. While waiting for them to mix my paint, we pushed a cart down the aisles, talking and laughing.

Kent suddenly stiffened. His entire demeanor changed in a split second as a tall, lanky man approached us.

"Kent, buddy, what's goin' on?" he asked.

"Same old shit, Jack," Kent shrugged.

Jack looked at me through narrowed eyes and nodded his head towards me. "Who's this?"

"That's Clifford. I've been doing some repairs on his house."

I gave Jack a little smile and he looked me up and down. His demeanor oozed hostility. My smile faded and I wandered a little further down the aisle. I picked up some blue masking tape and pretended to read the label.

"Can you believe that shit that Boyd pulled last week?" Jack said to Kent.

"Nah. I ain't surprised," Kent said. "He's a fuckin' pussy. Bowman is gonna kick his scrawny little ass one of these days."

Jack lowered his voice a little. "You better be careful hanging out with that guy."

"What do ya mean?"

"He's a faggot."

"Nah, man. He's cool."

Jack scoffed. "Yeah, right. You better be careful. I was doing some work for a sissy like him once. He fucking grabbed my dick and I punched him in his fucking face."

"No shit? If he tries anything like that, I'll knock him on his ass."

I couldn't listen anymore. I kept walking down to the end of the aisle, then turned and kept going.

In less than thirty seconds, the illusion of my perfect relationship came crashing down. My perfect boyfriend was in the closet. And if that wasn't bad enough, he and his friends acted like homophobic jerks.

As I stood in front of the light bulbs, I felt a warm trickle run down my cheek. I quickly wiped the tear away and took a deep breath.

Several minutes later, Kent came around the corner with the cart.

"There you are," he said. "You ready to go?"

I looked down at the paint cans in the cart and I nodded. I followed him to the checkout and I pulled my debit card out. We silently loaded the paint and the supplies into his truck and drove back to my house.

Kent followed me into the kitchen from the garage and I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He took it from me and put it back. He put his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Cliffy," he whispered. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Please..."

"Kent..." My voice cracked and I had to start again. "Kent... I love you, but I don't know if I can do this..."

Kent's arms tightened around me. "Please, Cliffy. Just give me a little more time, baby. I love you."

His voice cracked with emotion. When I looked up at him, he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"I love you, too," I whispered back at him.

"Just a little more time, Cliff. You can meet my friends. Let them get used to the idea of you first."

That night we didn't make love. Kent just held me in his arms, slowly rubbing my back and hair while I laid my head on his chest.

***

I met my friends a couple of days later for lunch and I told them what happened.

"Kent is so perfect," I said. "I love everything about him and I know that he loves me. It's just this one thing."




My Handyman



"You can't change people, Cliff," Byrne said. "You can't force him to come out."

"But he wants me to meet his friends," I insisted.

"Yeah," Walt said. "Good luck pretending to be straight, because that's what he's going to expect."

"Why would you want to be with someone who denies your relationship?" Chip asked.

"He's just going to keep using you," Byrne said.

I huffed. "He's not using me. He cares about me. You guys make me sound like some kind of doormat."

"Puh-lease," Walt said as he rolled his eyes. "You have 'Welcome' written all over your face. Or your ass, as the case may be."

"It's not like that," I said defensively. "And you're not funny."

They were all ganging up on me. They didn't understand what I was feeling. I pushed my plate away. "I have to get back to work."

I threw twenty bucks on the table and left the restaurant in a hurry. I somehow managed to make it through the rest of the day, but my mind was not really on my job.

That next week when Kent invited me to go out with his friends to watch the baseball game, of course I agreed. We drove separately since he would be coming from a job. When I pulled into the Bulldog's parking lot, I saw Kent's truck and parked near it. I took a deep breath and walked inside the sports bar. I looked around the bar. The atmosphere was loud and dimly lit. There were large screen TV's all over the restaurant. I saw Kent and his friends at one of the tables in front of the large projector screen. As I approached the four men, I could hear them talking loudly and laughing as they drank their beer and watched the game.

"Hi," I said.

Kent stood up and shook my hand. He grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and pulled it up to the table.

"Guys, this is Cliff," he said. "Cliff, these are the guys. Roger, Jack, Miller, and Boyd."

I recognized Jack as the lanky guy from the Home Depot. Roger and Boyd were both big guys like Kent. Miller was short and tubby.

I smiled and waved at them. They all looked at me and grunted and nodded their heads. Roger looked me up and down and shook his head and scoffed, then returned to the game.

I shifted uneasily and glanced up at Kent. He was getting the waitress's attention to order me a beer.

"You got a wife or girlfriend, Cliff?" Boyd asked me.

Roger and Jack looked at each other and both made a noise that sounded like a half laugh, half snort. I could see Kent's body stiffen out of the corner of my eye.

"No. Um... I'm not dating anyone right now," I said nervously.

As the evening went on, I grew more and more uncomfortable. Kent and his four buddies all but ignored me. After about an hour and a half, I had enough.

"Hey, guys," I said standing. "Thanks for the beer and the game, but I'm gonna head out."

"See ya," Kent grunted without looking up at me.

The other guys didn't even acknowledge me. I felt my eyes start to sting and I quickly turned and left the bar. I got into my car and wiped the tears from my eyes as pulled out of the parking lot and drove home.

I felt numb as I walked through my house. I went upstairs to my bedroom and took a shower. I crawled into bed and turned onto my side. I curled up into the fetal position and cried myself to sleep.

***

A ringing and knocking stirred me awake. I sat up and listened, but didn't hear anything. I looked at the clock and it was nearly midnight. My cellphone started to ring and vibrate and I picked it up off my nightstand.

Kent Barnes.

I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Cliff. Are you okay? I'm downstairs. You're not answering the door."

"Sorry. I was asleep."

"Can you come down?"

"Be right there."

I wasn't quite ready to deal with this yet, but I guess sooner is better than later. I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and made my way downstairs.

I opened the door. "Kent."

When I didn't move out of the way to let him in, he seemed a little bit surprised. "Can I come in?"

"Okay."

I let Kent in and we stood in the foyer looking at each other. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Me, too."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Kent... I'm comfortable with who I am. I know I'm not the manliest of men. I know that your friends took one look at me and thought 'sissy' or 'fag' or whatever. I'm okay with that. I have to be. That's who I am and there's nothing I can do about it. The thing is... Tonight I felt bad about myself for the first time in a really long time. I don't want to feel like that, Kent. I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"Cliff... Don't... Please..."

"I can't be what you need me to be. And... You can't be what I need. I'm sorry."

Tears spilled down my face. Kent looked at me with agony in his eyes. I had to look away. He reached for me and I intercepted his hands. I squeezed them tight.

"Bye, Kent."

I opened the door and held it open for him.

"I love you, Cliff," he whispered.

Kent walked through the door and I shut it behind him.

"I love you too, Kent," I whispered back.

***

I managed to somehow make it through the week without having a nervous breakdown. I missed Kent terribly. A little part of me wished he would call. If he did, I probably would have taken him back. But as time went on, my sadness turned to anger. I was pissed off at Kent. He treated me really badly. If he truly loved me as much as he said, he wouldn't have done that to me.

I decided to hire another contractor to paint my bedroom. The guy didn't show up until five hours later. It wasn't until after he finished and left that I noticed how sloppy his work was. He got paint on the baseboards and the trim. There were spots on the wall that were thinner and needed another coat. Kent never would have left a job looking like this.

Over the next couple of months, I concentrated on finishing up my MBA. I was so relieved when I finally finished. I would finally have time to concentrate on other areas of my life. Like fixing up my house. Or finding a man.

Yeah, right.

My friends took me out to dinner to celebrate that Saturday after I finished.

"So what are you gonna do with all this free time, Cliff?" Byrne asked.

"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "Kick back and relax?"

"You'll have a lot more time for dating now," Chip said. "No more excuses."

"Fuck dating. You need to go out and get laid," Walt said.

I frowned. "Can we change the subject?"

"You broke up with that asshole like three months ago," Walt said. "It's time to move on."

"He's not an asshole. He's just... He wasn't ready to seriously date anyone yet."

"Well, you could do a lot better," Byrne said. "He was fat and hairy. Yuck."

"I like big guys," I said quietly. "I like Kent. Please don't talk about him like that. Can we change the subject please?"

"Like I said. You need to get laid," Walt said. "You'll never get over him if you just sit around moping."

"This is supposed to be a celebration," Chip said. "Let's get out of here. We need drinks."

After we paid for dinner, we headed down the street. We walked to the small gay bar a couple of blocks down the street. Walt bought the first round at the bar and we found a table and sat down.

After a couple vodka cranberries, I was feeling pretty giggly. We were laughing and joking and having fun. I forgot all about my guy troubles.

A big, muscular black guy walked by our table, and he gave a flirty smile at Walt.

"Now, that's nice," Walt said under his breath.

Walt hopped up from his stool, grabbed his martini, and proceeded to follow his new 'friend'.

"What a slut," Chip whispered and the three of us died laughing.

"Next round's on me," I said.

Byrne and I got up and walked towards the bar. We ordered our drinks and waited for the bartender to make them.

"Okay, Cliff," Bryne said as he scanned the room. "First choice."

Byrne liked playing this game. You walk into a room and point out the first person you'd have sex with. I looked around, but didn't see anyone who caught my eye. "Eh. Pass. How 'bout you?"

"Hmm... That guy over there. Red shirt. Cute and preppy. Big arms."

"Not bad. Totally your type. But I think he's with his boyfriend."

We were both looking at him when he looked up and caught us staring. We quickly turned around and started giggling.

"Hey," Cliff said. "What about that guy?"

Cliff motioned to a guy at the end of the bar. It was dark, so it was hard to get a good look at him. He was a husky bear. I couldn't see his face, but I could see that he had a nicely trimmed beard. He had a baseball cap on his head, slung low over his brow. He was staring down at a beer bottle, lost in thought as he picked at the label. A cigarette was burning down to ashes in the ashtray in front of him.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.

"He looks lonely. Buy him a drink."

"What? No. Are you crazy?"

The bartender returned with our drinks.

"Sorry," Bryne said to him, "but we need a Bud Light, too."

The bartender set the beer on the bar and I paid him and left him a tip.

Byrne gave me my vodka and the beer bottle and nudged me towards the end of the bar.

"Go," he hissed.

I frowned. "I don't wanna."

"Go!"

He gave me a hard push and I stumbled and nearly tripped, but I caught myself and straightened up. The guy lifted his head and I gasped in shock when I saw Kent Barnes staring back at me.

He looked just as shocked to see me. "Cliff?"

"Kent... I, uh..."

"Oh, shit," Byrne mumbled behind me.

I cleared my throat. "I, um... I bought a beer... for you..."

"Fuck that," Byrne snapped as he grabbed the beer from my hand. "Come on."

Byrne tugged at my arm, but I held firm.

"I'll catch up to you, Bryne," I said to him.

Byrne sighed. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

He looked at me, then at Kent. He glared at Kent with hatred.

"Byrnie," I said gently. "Please. I just want to talk to him for a second."

"Cliff, don't," he whispered. "I know you. You'll just let him walk all over you again. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I need to do this, Byrne."

"Okay. I'll be back at the table."

I took the beer from Bryne and he turned around to walk back to our table, but not before giving Kent one last dirty look.

I turned my attention back to Kent. I sat down next to him and slid the beer back to him. He looked quite uncomfortable and he had trouble looking me in the eye.

"Thanks," he said quietly. "I take it you didn't realize it was me when you bought this?"

"No. Byrne wanted me to meet new... Never mind."

He took a long, slow pull of the beer. "So, how have you been?"

"Fine," I said with a shrug. "I finished my degree. We're out celebrating."

"Congratulations, Cliff. You should be proud."

"Yeah. I am. So, how have you been?"

Kent shrugged. "Eh. I've been better."

I nodded. I knew how he felt.

"You know this is a gay bar, don't you?" I asked. It sounded a lot more bitter coming out of my mouth than I intended.

"I suppose I deserve that," he said.

He took another drink. I opened my mouth to apologize, but changed my mind. He did kind of deserve it. I sighed and took a sip of my own drink.

"Maybe a little," I said with a shrug. "Why aren't you hanging out with your friends, watching the game?" I asked.

Kent scoffed. "Those guys aren't my friends."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. I'm not friends with those guys. I came out to them, Cliff."

"Wow. I'm... Wow. Don't you feel better?"

"Better?" he asked, raising his voice and looking into my eyes for the first time. "Are you fucking kidding me? I don't have any friends anymore. Most of my family won't even speak to me. How is that better?"

He backed down and his facial expression softened and he turned his gaze back down to the bar.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "It's not your fault... I'm a fucking idiot. I thought I could have it all, you know? I'd tell them I was gay and everything would be okay. I'd win you back and we'd all hang out together and we'd spend holidays with the family. Happily ever after."

"Sometimes life isn't that easy, Kent."

He scoffed. "Yeah... I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?"

"How you are so comfortable with who you are. You don't care what anyone thinks."

"Well, I wouldn't say that I don't care what people think. I can get my feelings hurt as easily as the next guy. But I've had a lot longer to deal with being gay and being out. You should have seen me when I was younger. I was a basket case. But one day I realized that I couldn't change who I was and once I was able to accept that, it got a little easier."

Kent slowly nodded, then let out a deep breath. He took a deep drag of the last of his smoke and then exhaled and put it out in the ashtray. I looked at his face. He looked so down and dejected. His spark and confidence that I loved so much was completely gone. Any anger I felt towards him disappeared. I felt really bad for him and I just wanted to hug him and comfort him.

"I think I'm gonna grab a cab and head home," he said.

"Okay. If you want to talk, you still have my number? Call me, okay?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Okay."

He stood up from his stool and pulled his ball cap off. He smoothed down his hair and pulled the cap back on low over his brow. I watched him leave the bar.

It wasn't but a few seconds before I was surrounded by Byrne and Chip. I told them what happened and they were both as surprised as I was. However, they didn't feel any sympathy towards him. As Chip talked about karmic retribution, I tuned him out and couldn't help but think about the look on Kent's face.

***

I had hoped that Kent would call me, but he didn't. In the end, it was I that ended up calling him about a month later. After two more bad contractors, I bit the bullet and called Kent.

"Hello?" he answered hesitantly.

"Hi, Kent. This is Cliff."

"Yeah. I know..."

"Um, listen. I haven't been able to find a good contractor. I was hoping that you could recommend someone to me, maybe? Or maybe you could do the job if it's not... you know... weird..."

"Oh. No. Yeah. I mean, I can do the work."

"Oh, that'd be great," I said with relief.

We discussed what I needed done, then made plans for him to come out Saturday morning and then hung up.

I woke up early Saturday morning and cleaned the house and then showered and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I heard Kent's truck pulling up and I took a deep breath and answered the door. Kent was standing there looking awkward, staring down towards my feet.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey."

Kent gave me a distant smile and didn't look me in the eye. I let him in and led him out to the back yard and showed him where the gutters were coming off the house.

"Let me get my ladder."

"Okay. Then I have a couple of other things when you're done with that."

"Sure."

He walked off to get his ladder, leaving me standing there. I expected a little bit of awkwardness, but it was like he was a different person. The old Kent was cocky and confident, flirty and charming, funny and sexy. Now he looked sad and lonely and like he hadn't been sleeping.

I wanted to say something to him, to try to offer him a little support or sympathy, but I didn't know what to say. Instead I stayed out of his way and let him do his work. At lunch time, I offered to buy him lunch, but he refused. He said he brought his lunch and he proceeded to eat it in his truck. I sighed and heated up some soup and sat down at the kitchen table. He only took about 15 minutes for his lunch break and then knocked on the door.

"Come in," I called out.

He walked into the kitchen and I looked up from my soup. He looked anywhere but at me. It was starting to really annoy me. Even though we weren't together anymore, he didn't need to knock on the damned door. And he didn't need to avoid looking at me.

He cleared his throat. "I'm gonna use the bathroom and then I'll get back to work, if that's okay?"

"Sure, Kent. You don't have to knock and you don't have to ask to use the bathroom. I mean, Jesus, aren't we beyond that? After all, I've sucked your dick in that bathroom."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for a reaction. He finally looked up at me, a look of shock on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but apparently couldn't come up with a response. He fumbled over his words, then closed his mouth and turned around and walked away.

At least he looked me in the eye. I smiled to myself and went back to my soup.

While he got back to work, I finished my lunch, then grabbed my phone. I went out to the back yard and called up Walt.

"Hey, Walt."

I explained what was going on with Kent, but he wasn't very sympathetic. "So what? Why should I care?"

"Aw, come on, Walt. We have to help him."

"Why should we help him? He was a total dick to you."

"But then he tried to fix it by coming out, and that's what fucked up his life. I want to help him. Maybe if he went out with us tonight..."

"Okay, first of all, we don't want to hang out with him. And second of all, he's not gonna want to hang out with us. We're not exactly his crowd."

"He's gone out with us before and we all had fun. It's the same thing."

"No, it's not. He was your boyfriend then, not some sad sack loser you're trying to fix."

"Look, Walt. I feel like this is my fault. I need to fix this. When you came out to your parents, I was there for you when you were a blubbering mess. Now it's time for you to do the same for someone else."

"If you tell me I need to 'gay it forward', I'm gonna throw up. And he's not yours to fix."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, but it didn't help. I was pissed off.

"You know what? Forget it. I'll do it myself. I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll let you get back to being a selfish prick."

I hung up on him. When he tried to call me back, I tapped 'ignore' and then turned my phone off. I went back inside and sat at the desk in my office trying to think of a way to help Kent.

I looked up when I heard a tap on the door.

Kent was standing there with his hands in his pockets, not looking me in the eye. "I'm finished. So I'm gonna head out."

As he turned to leave, I stopped him. "Wait. Let me pay you first."

I got my check book and wrote out a check for the amount we agreed on and gave it to him. He put it in his wallet, then turned to leave. I grabbed his hand.

"Don't go. Please."

Kent swallowed nervously, but didn't say anything.

"Can we go to dinner and maybe go out for a drink or two or ten? I think you'll feel better if you talk to someone."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "You... You really wanna talk to me?"

"Of course I do. I care about you."

"But you broke up with me. And I don't blame you after the way I treated you."

"Yeah. You were a total asshole. But you need a friend right now. So, what do you say?"

"Well... Okay. But I'm buying."

Kent cleaned up in the bathroom and then the two of us went out to dinner. It was kind of awkward. We made small talk and most of the meal was spent in uncomfortable silence.

"So, tell me what happened," I finally said.

Kent let out a sigh, then proceeded to tell me everything.

"After you broke things off... I was upset and then I was pissed off. I was so fucking pissed at you. You knew the terms of our relationship and you said it was okay."

I didn't like hearing that, but I bit my tongue and didn't say anything, and let him continue.

"It took me a couple of days, but I realized I was being an asshole. I was still pissed, but at myself... for letting you go... for how I treated you. The way I treated you was beyond shitty. I didn't realize how much I would miss you... I was in a constant bad mood, snapping at people... And it just kind of happened. I was at Bulldogs with my buddies... One of them rubbed me the wrong way and I let him have it. After I cussed him out, they started making cracks about me needing to get laid, then they started joking about you, you know... sucking my dick or whatever. They started to get really nasty... I was fucking livid. I told them not to talk about you like that. Then I just blurted it out. I said 'I'm gay'."