Service Me!

Brett Dylan cursed under his breath, wrestling with the stubborn flat-pack furniture that refused to cooperate. Frustration mounted until he dialed up Alex Mecum, the hunky handyman whose reputation preceded him like a siren's call. Alex arrived, all broad shoulders and easy confidence, his tools in hand and a knowing smile playing on his lips. Brett tried to focus, handing over screws and panels, but his gaze kept drifting—to the ripple of muscle under Alex's shirt, the bulge straining against his jeans. Those impressive assets pulled at him like gravity, impossible to ignore. Alex caught the stolen glances, his eyes darkening with intent. He closed the distance in one fluid step, capturing Brett's mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. Hands roamed freely, tracing firm lines and igniting sparks wherever they touched. Brett's restraint snapped. He tore at Alex's clothes, fabric yielding to his urgent fingers until the handyman stood bare and glorious. Dropping to his knees, Brett wrapped his lips around the fat, throbbing cock bobbing before him, savoring its weight and heat. Alex groaned, threading fingers through Brett's hair, feeding him inch by deliberate inch until Brett's throat accommodated every pulsing vein. Satisfaction gleamed in Alex's eyes as he pulled back, hunger shifting southward. He flipped Brett onto all fours, spreading those firm cheeks to expose the tight, pink hole. His tongue delved in, lapping and probing with slick precision, lubing Brett from rim to core until the man trembled and begged. 'Fuck me,' Brett gasped, voice raw with need. 'Stuff me full with that thick rod.' Alex obliged, gripping Brett's hips and easing his massive dick inside, inch by stretching inch. The fit was exquisite agony, Brett's body yielding like warm velvet. They found their rhythm doggy-style, Alex pounding hard and deep, skin slapping against skin in a primal cadence. Brett's moans filled the room, each thrust coiling tension tighter. Shifting to his back, Brett spread wide, granting Alex total access. The handyman drove in relentlessly, targeting that sweet prostate with unerring aim, sparks exploding behind Brett's eyes. Alex pumped harder, sweat-slicked and unyielding, until Brett shattered—ropes of cum splattering across his own taut abs in a shuddering release. Alex followed, pulling out to paint Brett's heaving chest with hot, generous spurts, marking the territory he'd claimed so thoroughly.