The Jack Thomas Stories - The Handyman

He had been working on a few things in my apartment for a couple of days, fixing a couple of door frames in the hallway, re-grouting the bath, repairing some leaking taps and generally casting his eagle eye over the whole apartment. There seemed to be nothing he couldn’t fix. Tom was surprisingly young for someone so capable and on the third day, over a coffee, I’d asked him about this. He’d smiled shyly at the compliment.

‘I worked with my dad a lot when I was a kid and a teenager. He could do anything. I wasn’t that book smart at school. I was ok, but I didn’t fancy uni, so I did an apprenticeship. I worked for other people for a couple of years, but then thought it would be better to set up my own business. Been at it for nearly a year now.’

I was impressed. Tom had come recommended by a friend, and clearly had his head screwed on right, and was now making a decent living, fixing up the homes of incapable middle class members of the London intelligentsia. He’d always have work.

‘Well, I’ll make sure that I call you next time I need something done. For now, I’m going to get back to work in the office. I leave you to my… um… sticky drawers…’ I guffawed and Tom had the good grace to laugh along with me.

Tom may have had his business head screwed on, but I surmised that his private life was a mess. The day before, I had overheard him whispering angrily into his phone. I guessed that his girlfriend or wife was a bit of a bitch. Poor man. 

I got down to work on my next short story, comforted by the sounds of Tom sawing, hammering, and fixing like the expert he was. Then there was silence and I heard his phone chirrup. Maybe it was her. A few seconds later, I knew for sure it was the woman in his life, as Tom shouted down the phone at her. ‘Just fuck off then! If you don’t want to stay around, I’m not stopping you. You make my life…’ Silence again. I wondered if she had ended the call. I gave it a few seconds and then wandered back into the kitchen. Tom was bent slightly over the counter, his chest heaving, one hand on his forehead, the very picture of anguish. I shuffled in noisily, letting him know I was there.

‘Um… that sounded dramatic.’ I gestured toward his phone. ‘Anything I can do?

Tom sighed. ‘Fucking…’ He stopped himself, clearly attempting to regain his professional composure. ‘Sorry, it’s my girlfriend. My ex-girlfriend. He corrected himself.

‘She sounds like a handful.’ I suggested, hoping that he’d open up to me.

‘A prize bitch more like. Just like my last girlfriend. It’s all perfect for a few weeks and then they go crazy, wanting to settle down. I’m twenty-five, for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to settle down.’ All of this came out in a flood. Like many straight guys, I guessed that he didn’t have anyone to talk to about personal things, so I stood still and listened, a strong and muscular shoulder to cry on. ‘And then she stops wanting to…’ He hesitated, embarrassed.

‘She stops having sex with you? Typical man-woman dynamic, I’m afraid. My straight friends say the same thing all the time.’ He looked up at me, surprised. ‘Ah, yes, I play for the other team.’ He took the news with only a little surprise, so I continued. ‘I don’t know how you straight guys do it. Much easier for two gay men. We always want sex. Always.’ I acted out a fantasy conversation with my imaginary partner, as Tom looked on fascinated. ‘Fancy a quick handjob before work? Of course! Blowjob in the carpark? Be my guest. You want me to fuck you hard and call you a bitch? I live to serve. Gay guys are always horny.’ I chuckled and was pleased to see him start to relax, enjoying the foolish candour of my role-playing. ‘And it’s a fact that we give the best blowjobs ever. F-A-C-T. Fact.’

‘What, you’re always horny. Always?’ He asked.

‘Always. Permanently.’ I had to admit, I was always thinking about sex.

‘Like, right now? You are thinking of sex now?’ He asked, clearly not believing me.

I decided to turn the conversation around a bit. ‘I’m gay. There’s a cute young handyman standing in front of me. We’re talking about sex. It’s like a ready-made porn movie. I won’t lie. I’m always ready for sex, and who doesn’t want a free blowjob?’ I raised an eyebrow playfully. ‘Don’t worry, your gay virginity is safe with me. I’m a gentleman…’ I’ve always found with straight guys that it’s best to back off a little and give them space and time to ponder the possibilities. I turned back to him. ‘Anyway, sorry to hear about your girlfriend. As I say, I don’t know how you straight guys do it. If I didn’t have sex regularly, I’d be a mess… Well, let me get back to work.’ I wandered away, leaving Tom to his thoughts.

As I walked away, I wondered how long it would take this young straight hunk to realise that he could get a blowjob - or more - any time he wanted.

Tom worked steadily for the rest of the day and was seemingly happy to get on with the list of jobs I’d given him. And there were no more angry phone calls. That was a good sign.

That evening, I went down to the swimming pool in the basement of my apartment building and eased the admittedly very few stresses of the day with 40 lengths of the pool. I loved my new life, secretly savouring the ease of my days and happy not to be teaching any more. I had money in the bank that I’d never be able to spend, and had used the last couple of months to get back into shape. There seemed to be a steady flow of young men to fuck. And London was so cosmopolitan that I could satisfy every yearning that I wanted. Every time I got naked with a new man, I thanked my lucky stars. Of course the thought of all the men I had fucked got me horny again and I enjoyed a lazy wank in the pool, knowing for sure that no one would disturb me. As I jumped out, I noticed a new Whatsapp message. It was from him.

Hi there. It’s Tom

Hi, all good?

Yeah, sorry about today. I didn’t mean to bring my private life to work

Don’t worry. As I say, I don’t know how you straight boys do it! 

Yes, I remember. You’re always horny, right?

Yup. And what about you?

Me?

Yes, Tom. You. Also feeling horny?

…

It’s ok if you are

Yeah… I’m horny too

If only there were a solution… No wait… I give the best blowjobs in London!

Says who?

Me. Let me prove it to you

…

I’ll be gentle. Oh, and don’t worry. Getting a blowjob doesn’t make you gay 

Really. You would…?

Sure. Come over

…

If you want

OK. I’ll be there. I just need to shower

Good man. I’ll be waiting

Yeah, I knew it. No straight man will ever turn down a free blowjob. I could feel myself getting harder at the thought of pulling down Tom’s trousers, and feeling his cock get bigger in my mouth. It was going to be a great evening…

It was a long 45 minutes of waiting, but eventually he was at the door. I was a little surprised that he hadn’t backed out completely, or come up with an excuse. But I opened the door and there he was, cute and bashful in equal measure. And he was perfect. A straight guy-next-door, with sandy hair, a few freckles and the slim, muscular physique of a young man who works hard and never needs to go to the gym. Tom was rather perfect.

‘Hi there. Thanks for coming.’ I wanted to make him feel as relaxed as possible.

‘Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it?’ He laughed out loud, and the tension evaporated as we laughed at his feeble joke.

‘Do you want a drink?

‘Actually, no. I want to be fully sober.’ He suddenly looked serious, took a deep breath, and looked straight at me. ‘What I want is you. To suck my dick. And make me come. Now…’ He pulled at his shirt, effortlessly lifting it over his defined, hairy chest and his broad shoulders. Then he pulled down his shorts, revealing a pair of tight blue shorts. They came off in a moment, and as he removed his socks, he was completely naked in front of me. The whole thing had taken 10 seconds. Boy, was he ready!

Most of the straight guys I sucked off kept their clothes on, as if to say the less skin on offer, the less gay it was. Tom was completely different, showing off his body to an older gay man, knowing the effect it would have. I wasted no time. I was on my knees now and put my hands on his hips, gently stroking the tops of his legs. I looked up at him and winked playfully. ‘Coming, ready or not…’ I joked.

I moved onto his cock, which was still half soft and dangling slightly below his balls. I really don’t care how well endowed or not a man is. Never have been. Tom wasn’t big, but I could already see that he was chubbing up a bit. Slowly, I opened my mouth and licked his cock from tip to base. He tasted clean, with a hint of masculine musk, and I knew that this was going to be fun. I moved my head to the left, my tongue darting under his expanding cock and finding that sensitive place where the balls meet the shaft. He breathed in sharply, letting me know that he was sensitive in all the right places. It was time to up the ante. 

Without warning, I sucked in his left testicle, swirling it around in my mouth. I kept it there in place, whilst I took hold of his shaft with my hand, gently teasing the head. I had given head a lot in my time, and this was my signature move. If the guy liked it with one ball in my mouth, he’d love it if I could take both balls, and that is what I did now, enjoying the sound of the sharp intake of breath as Tom experienced the pleasure of both balls in a man’s mouth for the first time. I took my time, enjoying the experience myself, feeling my own cock filling out. But for now, this would have to be a one-sided experience. I didn’t want to frighten Tom away with the sight of my own cock. Maybe that would just be too gay for him… For now, it had to look like one guy doing a favour for a buddy. I released his balls, the plopping sound accompanied by a whimper from Tom, and I moved my tongue to his cock head, swirling his dick around my mouth, alternately gently sucking and licking him more firmly. He was now completely hard, his head pulsating. It was often the case. When I sucked off a guy for the first time, he wouldn’t last long. I was that good. I was only a couple of minutes into it, but already I could feel Tom tensing, as the pressure built up. I eased off, and took a breather.

‘Well?’ I looked up at Tom for the first time. He was gazing down at me, a look of wonder on his face. He laughed explosively.

‘Fuck me! That’s amazing.’ He laughed again, as I teased his whole cock into my mouth and sucked powerfully. ‘You… no one… I mean…’

I helped him finish the sentence. ‘No one has ever sucked you off like that? Yeah, I get that a lot. I told you. Gay guys give the best head. Watch this…’ I took his cock in my mouth again, clamping my lips around the base of his head. From there, I worked my way down, further and further, breathing through my nose and keeping a firm lock on Tom’s rapidly swelling dick. I kept going, until I felt his head touch the back of my throat. I was pleased to feel him spasm, his whole body taut with excitement, as I took his whole length. I pushed further still, knowing that I could only hold him for a few more seconds until I gagged. I wanted him to feel the full force of my mouth. Finally, I needed to come up for air. I opened my mouth slightly, breaking the airlock that I had on his cock and slowly releasing him from my grasp. 

As he fell from my mouth, I gripped the base of his cock and his balls firmly with my right hand, whilst I brought my left hand and stroked the full length of his wet shaft. Once more, he spasmed and I knew instinctively that he was close. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock head and quickly wanked him with my left hand, bringing him closer and closer.

At last, he couldn’t take any more and I felt his balls rise in anticipation of his ejaculation. I released his cock from my mouth and aimed him upwards and away from my face. As I wanked him harder, he finally came, his spunky cum shooting onto his chest.

But I wasn’t finished, knowing that he was now super sensitive. I gripped his shaft in my hand and took his balls into my mouth once more, startling Tom and making him squeal in pleasure and pain, continuing to use his cum as lubricant, wanking him more gently now. His chest heaved and he called out in perfect agony, the joy of the moment overcoming him.

I slowed my pace, licking his balls and gently rubbing his cock head with my thumb and forefinger. Finally, his hips bucked one last time and I let him free.

‘So?’ I looked up at Tom. ‘Better than your ex?

Tom had a look of pure joy on his face. ‘Fuck… fuck… better than anyone. Ever.’ I stood up and faced him, happy that I’d brought him such pleasure, but in a move that surprised me, he quickly leant over and kissed me gently on the cheek. ‘Thank you. I… You… Fuck, you were great.’ The moment was soon over and I showed Tom to the bathroom, letting him know that he was welcome to shower or wash, whatever he liked.

‘I’ll make you a drink. Fancy a scotch?’ Tom nodded and headed off to the shower. But then he turned back, looking down at my own bulging crotch with amusement in his eyes.

‘I’d love a scotch. Thank you. I think I need a drink to keep my legs from buckling.’ He glanced down at my crotch again. ‘And maybe you’ll still be hard when I come back.’ He walked to the bathroom and closed the door, leaving me wondering what was going to happen next.

I was maybe a little too hopeful. After a few minutes, Tom came ambling back from the bathroom, all squeaky clean and handsome. He was still naked, his cock dangling against his balls, looking suitably exhausted. It had been a busy half an hour, after all. I admit that I was disappointed when he walked past me, grabbed his clothes, and started getting dressed again. Together, we sipped at our drinks, chatting about this and that. Clearly my fantasy of turning a hot handyman gay wasn’t going to happen. Yet. That’s another story for another day.