Date: Tue, 5 May 2020 03:01:33 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: diltf9a

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DILTF – Chapter 9 Rob and the Handyman
By R. A. Swain

	Rob had an extensive fantasy life. His mind was, as he saw it,
dirty beyond reason. He spent a lot of time thinking about how he could
seduce the men of whom he often fantasized. Sometimes these fantasies
became a much happy reality. This is one of his fantasies that became a
reality.
	Rob had moved into a small house of his own about a year
earlier. He was in his early thirties and could only afford a small place
with two bedrooms on a small lot. From the moment he closed on the property
he discovered one problem after another. Some things were an easy fix,
things he could do himself, but occasionally he had a few things for which
he required outside expertise. He started soliciting estimates from
handymen. He didn't really have sex in mind when he started the process,
but a few of the men who showed up to offer services were quite hot to look
at, and he felt on more than one occasion a full boner popping up.
	Still he tried not to think of sex, but rather focus on the work
that needed to be done and tried to think like a mature responsible
adult. He liked one of the handymen, Mick, who was an older man, about 60,
about his own height of five foot nine, bleached blond hair, lean and tight
body, maybe a bit scrawny, what might be described as a scrapper type;
probably one hundred and sixty some pounds. He said he could start the
following week. Rob was content with that.
	The following week Mick was there about 10 A.M., working to fix
some of the water issues across the back of the house first. Rob worked
from home and didn't think much of what was being done outside. As was his
habit, he didn't think much of dressing early in the day wearing only his
boxers. He walked out to the kitchen with the sliding glass doors out onto
his small deck. Mick was standing out on the balcony wearing cargo shorts,
t-shirt and work boots with white socks. He smiled at the sight of Rob. Rob
saw Mick and felt himself blush a little. Not that Rob minded being seen in
his boxers, but he hadn't thought about being seen by Mick. He nodded and
walked to the slider and opened it.
	"Hi. I forgot you were going to be here. Excuse my casual attire."
He said, nodding to his boxers.
	"It's cool," Mick said. "No big deal."
	"Would you like some coffee?" Rob asked.
	"Sure," Mick said.
	Rob went about making some coffee. He left the door open and
continued talking with Mick. "I guess you see customers in boxers more
often than I would've thought."
	Mick laughed. "And in a lot less on many occasions."
	Rob let his mind drift for a second to the body of the man before
him. Again, maybe not what some would consider a hunk, but he was sexy for
an older man. He felt his cock stirring in his boxers. It was only a brief
thought, but it resulted in a noticeable tenting. Not blatant, but enough
for Mick to notice. He didn't say anything but Rob noticed Mick's eyes
glancing toward his crotch for quick glimpses as they spoke.
	"Yes, I get some interesting propositions on occasions as well,"
Mick said.
	Rob smiled. "Must be like in porn. I'll bet housewives are throwing
themselves at you," he said.
	Mick chuckled. "And husbands also. Sometimes the teenage sons and
daughters."
	Rob felt his cock growing in his boxers but stood leaning in the
doorframe anyway. "So, do you ever take them up on their offers?"
	"Now that wouldn't be professional of me," Mick said, pausing, then
adding, "but I am human and sometimes can't resist a hand job or blow job,
or more."
	Rob felt his cock really tenting up. It was definitely obvious to
Mick. Rob saw the older man glancing at his crotch again, this time a
prolonged glance. "I guess I'm just easily aroused in the mornings," Rob
said, trying to make an excuse for the definite tent in his boxers.
	Mick had been crouching by the door, working on chalking a
repair. He stood up revealing a bulge in his cargo shorts. "Me too. It's a
guy thing."
	Now it was Rob's turn to stare. "Damn! Man, you must really be
hung."
	Mick smirked. "I'd say we're about even." He gestured toward Rob's
tenting boxers.
	"Would you like to see?" Rob asked. Quickly adding, "I'm sorry,
that sounds so much like a porn film come on."
	Mick groped his crotch. "It did, but that doesn't mean I'm not
interested." He kept his hand on his crotch as he spoke.
	Rob dropped his hand to his tented boxers and groped himself. "I'll
show you mine," he said, allowing his voice to drift off with the implied
invitation for Mick to show his.
	Mick looked around the backyard. "Maybe we should take this
inside."
	Rob groped himself again, and stepped back into his kitchen,
allowing Mick to enter. He stood before the older man, smiling as he looped
his thumbs in the waist of his boxers and began pulling them down. He got
to the base of his cock and slowly pulled them down the length of his
shaft, allowing his tip to catch on the waistband for a moment before
letting it spring forward and smack against his flat stomach. He let his
boxers drop and pool at his ankles, his cock standing angled upward before
him.
	Mick let out a low whistle. "Damn, that looks hot." He opened his
cargo shorts and let them drop to his ankles. He wore navy blue briefs with
a significant bulge in them. He looped his thumbs in the waistband of his
briefs and tugged them down his thighs, bending to work them off over his
work boots before standing to reveal a long thin cock that was obviously a
bit longer than Rob's. His cock pointed straight out. He had a smattering
of hair above it, but it looked like his balls were shaved, and hanging
very low.
	Rob wrapped his hand around his own cock and began stroking it a
few times. Mick pulled his t-shirt off over his head and then grabbed
himself and stroked his cock. The two men stood for a moment watching each
other stroke their own cocks. Rob finally cleared his throat. "Wanna take
this to the bedroom and help each other?"
	"Fuck yeah," Mick said. He paused and untied his work boots and
pulled them off before following Rob around the corner to the bedroom.
	Rob sat on the edge of the bed before the older man, and Mick
stepped up to him. Rob looked up at Mick, into his crystal blue eyes, and
then leaned forward taking Mick's mushroom crown to his lips. He pressed
the tip and slowly parted his lips taking the cock into his mouth and he
began sucking on it. He felt Mick take in a deep breath as his hands ran
over Mick's taunt muscular ass. He felt Mick's hands on top of his head
guiding him slowly as his mouth inched along Mick's hard, hot shaft, taking
it inch by inch down his throat until he felt his nose buried in Mick's
pubes. He pulled back and began the process again, several times,
concentrating on the tip of Mick's cock with his tongue.
	Mick took a deep breath. "Shift around here, I want some of that
delicious looking cock," he said. He joined Rob on the unmade bed and the
two men lay facing each other's cocks. Mick leaned in and took Rob's stiff
seven inches into his mouth and Rob reciprocated. The two men began
earnestly sucking each other's cocks, heads bobbing, tongues working along
the shafts, lips pressing around the tips. Mick's hands explored Rob's ass
as Rob's hands roamed over Mick's ass. They both felt their bodies rubbing
together, Stomachs and chests, skin on skin. Rob moved from Mick's shaft to
his low hanging balls, running his tongue around each smooth ball, taking
each into his mouth and sucking on it. Mick did the same to Rob, enjoying
the fact Rob too shaved his balls and shaft.
	They continued for some minutes working each other's primed
equipment with their mouths until Rob groaned. "I can't hold out."
	"Come on my chest," Mick said. "Then I'll cum on yours."
	With that Rob pulled back a bit and began pumping his cock. It took
seven or eight strokes and then he felt his hips buck and his shaft throb,
and he began shooting his stream of cum onto Mick's chest. Mick pulled back
a bit from Rob and grabbed his own cock and began pumping his own seed out
in a jet stream against Rob's chest. Both men were covered in the others'
cum; It was running through the hair of their chests as they rolled onto
their backs. Mick reached out and continued to play with Rob's cock, so Rob
did the same. They lay there for several minutes playing with each other's
cocks until they both were hard again.
	"So are we going to do this again?" Rob asked.
	"Oh yeah, this is my special service. I wanna eat your ass next,"
Mick said. "Then we can suck each other some more, or whatever you have in
mind."
	Rob shifted in bed until he was facing Mick. "Do you kiss?"
	"Do I kiss?" Mick replied. He pulled Rob's mouth to his own and
pressed their bodies together as his lips pressed against Rob's and then
his tongue pushed gently against Rob's lips, forcing them apart until their
tongues met and they mingled together.
	Rob felt Mick's hard cock against his own, and felt the older man
begin to grind against him. Their cocks rubbed together as did their cum
covered chests; their arms pulling each other together. They kissed for a
long time and ground their cocks together equally as long. Rob's hand
drifted down Mick's body to their cocks. He gripped both rigid members and
stroked them together for several moments then moving on he began playing
with Mick's balls. He pulled back from the lip lock. "You've got great
balls."
	"So do you, "Mick replied, copying Rob's movements on the younger
man. They resumed tongue wrestling and grinding their cocks together for
what seemed like an eternity before Mick leaned his head back. "I'm
coming."
	He reached down and pressed his cock against Rob's and pumped both
cocks together for a several strokes and his cock erupted in white hot cum
over the tip of Rob's, which was enough for Rob to feel the throbbing of
Mick's cock and his own cock erupted as well into their second ejaculation
of the morning. Cum oozing between their stomachs and coating each other's
cocks and balls. They lay back again and rested, this time both falling
asleep for a few minutes.
	When Rob finally stirred, he looked over at Mick. "I hope we can do
this again soon."
	"Oh, we will," Mick said. I think you need a permanent handyman
checking up on you."

End Chapter 9

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