During the midst of the crash of the economy, my world was quickly falling apart. I had took a risk with a career change and after only one year I found myself out of a job. What was I going to do? I hoped what my past would help me in my future. I grew up building houses and learning the craft of being a handyman. I had skills, so why not use them. The money needed to start flowing again soon, and I hoped being a handyman would be the answer. So I advertised in the local papers and waited for the phone to ring; and waited, and waited. After weeks of no calls, I changed my strategy.
Ever since my first man-on-man encounter with my best friend and next door neighbor back in college, I've had a secret desire to relive the glory days. I remember those afternoons vividly. No one was home at my friend's house but him, so we would meet him in his room between our classes. We played video games on his computer until one of us closed the blinds to his windows. Once closed, that was our cue to take off our clothes and move to the bed. We engaged in awkward maneuvering until we positioned ourselves with our heads in each other's crotch. We spent time fondling and exploring each other's manhood. Eventually we stuffed each others cocks in our mouths working them like popsicles until we exploded into our mouths. After we were done, we'd wash up and I would head home and we would repeat the same routine the next day. Don't get me started on spring break.
Since my desire to suck cock was still burning hot inside of me, I thought I'd see if could combine my dirty desire and the need earn money together. So turned to Craigslist. I posted an ad (male seeking female, male seeking male, male seeking CD/TS): Handyman with benefits. In the ad I described my skills as a handyman and how, after the "work" was done, I would work to fulfill their personal needs as a bonus. At first I was inundated with people, mostly guys, looking for a quick blow-n-go. I needed more than the cock, I needed a paycheck. Finally I had my first potential customer, or so I hoped. The email response to my ad asked if I could give him an estimate for repairs around his house.
I was relieved that the house was located in a small housing development in a nice neighborhood. Tim answered the door with a smile on his face and gave me firm handshake. He invited me in, and after introductions we brief small talk, he showed me around the house and pointed out all the work he wanted done; change light fixtures, repair drywall, etc., all of which I could handle with ease. We agreed that I would come back on Saturday to complete the work. Over the next few days leading up to Saturday, I grew more excited about the job. It was not about the handyman work, but the anticipation of possibly seeing Tim's cock in my face and feeling it in my mouth.
When I arrived at the house, Tim again greeted at the door; but this time he was dressed in mesh shorts and a t-shirt that showcased his body. I could already see the outline of his cock protruding in his shorts. I embarrassingly looked away, and after more small talk, headed off to get my work done. The work went quickly despite my meat gazing as Tim kept checking in on me. My mouth was watering about the idea seeing his man meat up close and personal. At one point, while I was changing an outlet, I heard footsteps nearby and I turned my head only to have my face staring into his crotch. "Can I get you anything?", he said. Electricity shot through my entire body and my desire to pleasure him was nearly out of control. Tim knew he was getting to me as he swayed his hips towards my face.
