Derek had been working on the sink for another full hour after swallowing my load. He stayed shirtless the entire time, his thick muscled chest and hairy torso on full display while sweat continued to roll down between his pecs and over the dark treasure trail that disappeared into his jeans. I stayed nearby, wearing a fresh pair of trunks, my cock half hard again from the memory of his mouth and the sight of him working.
Finally he tightened the last fitting, tested the pipes, and stood up. He wiped his hands on his jeans and looked over at me. His soaked shirt hung forgotten from one big fist.
I leaned against the counter, letting my eyes move over his body without shame. “I would give you an extra shirt, but I am sure it’s not going to fit on that body.”
Derek gave an awkward laugh, his ears turning pink. His broad shoulders rolled as he shifted his weight. “Yeah… it’s fine”.
“My wife is out of town all weekend. So I can work extra hours today if you got any other small jobs.”
The words hung in the air between us. This was the green light. The straight married handyman was practically begging for an excuse to stay at my house longer. With his wife gone, Derek finally had permission to let that buried curiosity run free. And I was going to give him every single inch of it.
I smiled slowly. “Actually, the ceiling fan in my bedroom has been acting up again. Might need a quick look.”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “Broke again?”
“Would not hurt if you take another look,” I said, already turning toward the hallway.
He followed me to the bedroom, still shirtless, his heavy work boots thudding softly on the hardwood. Once inside, Derek climbed straight onto the bed without hesitation. The mattress dipped under his weight as he stood up in his boots and reached overhead to inspect the ceiling fan. His tight blue work jeans stretched obscenely across his massive thighs and that fat, round ass I had been obsessing over for weeks.
I stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, and let myself stare openly. Every time Derek shifted his weight to check the blades, those heavy cheeks flexed and the denim seam dug deep between them. The fabric was pulled so tight I could see the outline of his underwear and the perfect curve where his ass met his thighs. Sweat still glistened on the small of his back, tracing the deep dimples just above his waistband. His thick arms flexed powerfully as he turned the fan housing, veins standing out against tanned skin.
My cock started to harden again in my trunks, the front tenting noticeably as I watched him.
Derek spun one of the blades with his fingers and frowned. “Seems to be working fine. You sure it was acting up?”
I did not answer. My eyes were locked on his ass, mesmerized by the way the jeans hugged every inch of it. My hand drifted down without thinking and I began slowly stroking the growing bulge over the thin fabric of my trunks.
“Rafael?” Derek called, looking down over his shoulder.
I blinked and finally dragged my gaze up to his face. “Sorry… I got distracted for a moment.”
He let out a half laugh, half nervous sound. “Bro… seriously?”
I kept stroking my bulge openly now, palm rubbing slow circles over the thick outline. My voice came out low and rough. “Dude, don’t blame me. You wear these tight as fuck pants that make your butt look insanely big.”
The bedroom grew quiet except for our breathing. Derek stayed standing on the bed, one hand still resting near the fan, but his attention had clearly shifted. His own jeans were starting to look tighter in the front, the heavy bulge behind the zipper becoming more obvious.
I stepped closer to the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving that fat ass at perfect height. My voice dropped even lower. “C’mon bro, look at that big fat juicy ass. Does your wife ever play with it?”
Derek climbed down from the bed and turned to face me, still shirtless, chest rising and falling faster. “Dude… no. I am a man. I eat her out… not the other way around.”
I smiled and moved in behind him, close enough that he could feel the heat of my body. “That is a shame. Because this ass has been driving me crazy since the first day you walked through my door.” My hands reached out and cupped his cheeks through the tight denim, squeezing the heavy muscle. “So round and thick. The way it stretches these jeans every time you bend over… fuck, Derek. It’s fucking perfect.”
He stayed still, breathing heavy, but he did not pull away. His neck and ears were flushed dark red.
I kept talking, voice soft and filthy as I kneaded his ass. “You have no idea how many times I have jerked off thinking about burying my face right here. Spreading these cheeks and tasting you. This big straight ass was made to be worshipped.”
Derek let out a shaky breath. He was turned on. I could see it in the way his shoulders tensed and the way his cock pressed harder against the front of his jeans.
“You should let me show you how it feels,” I murmured against his ear.
He hesitated, voice rough. “You sure? It will not feel funny or…”
“Trust me,” I said.
My hands moved to his waistband. Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the zipper down. The sound filled the quiet room. I peeled the tight denim down along with his underwear enough to expose his fat, pale ass. The cheeks were even better than I had imagined. Heavy, round, and smooth except for a light dusting of dark hair in the deep crease. His tight pink hole twitched visibly under my gaze, untouched and virgin.
“Fuck,” I breathed, dropping to my knees behind him.
I spread his cheeks wide with both hands, revealing that pretty little hole completely. It fluttered as cool air hit it. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly from his balls all the way up through his crease, tasting clean sweat and warm skin.
Derek gasped sharply, his thick arms bracing against the bed. “Shit…”
I did not stop. I licked him again, slower this time, circling his hole with the flat of my tongue before pressing the tip right against the tight ring. He tasted musky and masculine, addictive. I moaned into his ass and pushed my tongue inside, feeling the muscle clench around me.
“Oh fuck… Rafael…” Derek’s voice cracked. His wedding ring glinted on his left hand as he gripped the edge of the bed harder. “It feels a bit funny… but… fuck it’s good…”
I ate him deeper, tongue fucking his virgin hole with long, wet strokes while my hands kneaded those fat cheeks. Every time I pushed inside he let out a deep, broken moan that went straight to my cock. His big body started to tremble. The straight construction stud was falling apart from just my mouth on his ass.
I pulled back for a second, spitting on his hole and watching it drip down the crease before diving back in. I licked and sucked and tongue fucked him until his legs were shaking and his moans turned into desperate whimpers.
“Does that feel good, big guy?” I asked between licks, my voice muffled against his skin.
Derek could barely speak. “Yeah… fuck… don’t stop…shit”
His fat ass pushed back against my face, chasing my tongue. The married handyman who swore he only ate pussy was now grinding his virgin hole onto my mouth like he needed it more than air.
I kept going, lost in the taste and the heat and the filthy sounds he was making. My own cock was rock hard again, leaking heavily into my trunks as I worshipped the straight man’s perfect ass.
My hands reached around his thick thighs from behind and found his thick cock, it slapped heavily against my wrist. Fuck. It was girthy, even thicker than I had expected, with a fat, flushed head and a slight upward curve. The shaft was veined and heavy in my palm, already leaking a steady bead of precum at the tip.
“Shit bro, that’s heavy,” I murmured, voice muffled against his ass as I gave his cock a slow, firm stroke from base to head.
Derek let out a shaky laugh that quickly turned into a groan when I squeezed his butt with my other hand. I kept one hand working his thick cock in long, steady strokes while my other hand juggled one heavy ass cheek, spreading him wider so I could bury my face deeper. I spat directly onto his tight pink hole, watching the saliva drip down before I dove back in, licking and sucking with renewed hunger.
“Fuck, this is the fattest ass I have ever eaten,” I groaned between long licks. “So round and thick… the way it jiggles when I spread you… Jesus, Derek. You have no idea how perfect this straight ass is.”
I stroked him faster, twisting my wrist over the fat head while my tongue pushed inside his hole again and again. Derek’s thick legs trembled. His hips rocked back to meet my mouth and forward into my fist at the same time. Wet sounds filled the bedroom… my tongue slurping at his hole, my hand dripping with his precum sliding up and down his girthy cock, and his deep, broken moans growing louder.
Suddenly Derek straightened up a little, turning his flushed face over his shoulder to look at me. His fat ass flexed powerfully right in front of my eyes, cheeks clenching around my tongue for a moment before relaxing again. His face was bright red, eyes glassy with lust and confusion.
“Bro…” he rasped.
“Yeah man?” I answered, still slowly stroking his heavy cock and placing soft kisses on his spit-dripping hole.
“What does it feel like?”
I paused, licking my lips. “What do you mean?”
“You know…” He swallowed hard, voice rough and embarrassed. “When you take it inside you…”
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