Derek stayed frozen with his flushed face turned over his shoulder, fat ass still spread open in front of me. His voice came out rough and embarrassed.
“What does it feel like… when you take it inside you?”
I licked my lips slowly, still tasting him, my hand gently stroking his heavy cock. “It hurts a little at first. That stretch when something thick pushes in. But once your body relaxes and it starts hitting the right spot… it feels incredible. Like your whole body lights up from the inside. Like you are getting owned in the best way possible.”
Derek’s breathing was heavy. His thick arms trembled slightly where they braced against the bed. He swallowed hard, eyes dark with nerves and want.
“You want to find out, big guy?” I asked, voice low.
He hesitated for a long second, then gave a small nod. “Does it hurt though? Like… a lot?”
“Only the first few strokes” I reassured him, rubbing my hands over the heavy cheeks of his ass. “I will take care of you. Trust me. You will be begging for more before you know it.”
The energy in the room shifted completely. I guided him with firm hands. “Get on the bed for me. All fours. Ass up, face down.”
Derek moved without another word. He climbed onto the mattress, lowered his broad chest and face into the sheets, and pushed his thick ass higher. The position was perfect. His heavy, round cheeks spread naturally, that tight pink hole on full display. His thick arms braced wide on either side of his head, wedding ring catching the light with every small movement. His girthy cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs.
I took a moment just to look at him. Six foot three of married construction muscle presented for me like this. Sweat still glistened along the deep groove of his spine. The pale skin of his ass contrasted beautifully with the darker hair on his legs and lower back.
I reached down and pulled his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, tossing them aside. Now he was completely naked except for his work boots, which somehow made the whole scene even filthier.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmured, running my hands over his ass. I gave each heavy cheek a firm spank, watching the flesh jiggle and turn a soft pink under my palm. Another spank, harder this time. Derek let out a deep grunt, his body jerking forward slightly before pushing back again.
I spread his cheeks wide again and leaned in, giving his hole one last slow, wet lick for good measure. Then I straightened up behind him, standing at the edge of the bed so his ass was at the perfect height. My cock was rock hard and throbbing as I pressed the head against his pink little virgin hole.
“Breathe for me,” I said softly, rubbing the head up and down his crease. “Relax and push back when I tell you.”
I started pushing forward slowly. The tight ring resisted at first, then gradually opened around me. Derek gasped sharply, his thick arms flexing hard as he gripped the sheets. A deep, guttural sound escaped his throat as the head of my cock popped inside him.
“Fuck… that virgin hole is tight as fuck,” I groaned, staying still to let him adjust. My hands rubbed soothing circles over his lower back and the heavy globes of his ass.
Derek’s breathing was ragged, face buried in the pillow. “It feels so full… goddamn…”
I waited, letting him get used to the stretch, then eased in another inch. I sank deeper into the incredible heat of his virgin ass until my hips were pressed flush against those fat cheeks. I stayed buried to the hilt, savoring the way his hole clenched and fluttered around me.
“You okay?” I asked, voice rough with how good he felt.
“Yeah…” he breathed. “Just… give me a second.”
After a few moments his body started to relax. He pushed back against me experimentally. That was all the signal I needed.
I began to move, slow and deep at first. Long, steady thrusts that let him feel every inch sliding in and out. Derek’s moans grew louder with each stroke. His thick arms shook as he took me. The sound of my hips meeting his fat ass filled the room — wet, rhythmic slaps mixed with his deep groans.
“Fuck… right there,” he moaned when I angled my hips and hit that spot inside him.
I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, watching his heavy cheeks ripple every time I bottomed out. One hand reached underneath to stroke his thick, girthy cock in time with my movements.
“You feel that?” I growled, pounding into him deeper. “That is what it feels like when a guy fucks you properly. Your straight ass is doing just fine.”
Derek’s voice cracked into broken whimpers. “Harder… fuck me harder…”
I gave him what he wanted. I gripped his hips tight and started driving into him with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked under us. Sweat flew from both our bodies. His fat ass bounced beautifully with every thrust, the pale skin now flushed pink from my earlier spanks and the constant impact.
His thick arms gave out slightly and he dropped lower, face fully pressed into the pillow, ass still raised high for me. The new angle let me go even deeper. Derek started making sounds I had never heard from him before… raw, desperate moans that sounded nothing like the quiet, married handyman who had first walked into my house.
I felt him start to tighten around me. His girthy cock pulsed in my hand.
“Fuck, I am close,” he gasped, voice muffled.
“Come for me,” I ordered, stroking him faster while I kept pounding his ass. “Let go, big guy.”
Derek came with a deep, broken roar. His hole clenched hard around my cock as thick ropes of cum shot onto the sheets beneath him. His whole body shook with the force of it, thick arms flexing, ass pushing back greedily onto me even as he came.
The tight squeeze pushed me over the edge. I buried myself as deep as I could and unloaded inside him. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded his virgin ass. I kept thrusting through it, breeding him deep, filling him until I could feel my load starting to leak out around my cock.
When the last wave passed I stayed buried inside him, both of us breathing hard. I rubbed my hands slowly over his sweaty back and thick arms, feeling the aftershocks run through his body.
Eventually I eased out carefully. A thick trail of my cum leaked from his used hole and ran down his heavy balls. The sight was filthy and fucking beautiful.
I stepped back for a moment, just looking at him. Derek stayed on all fours on my bed, broad back glistening with sweat, thick arms trembling slightly, that fat ass still raised and now visibly dripping with my load. He looked completely wrecked in the best way possible.
Derek finally rolled onto his back on the bed, chest still heaving. His eyes landed on the wet spot of his own cum on my sheets and he let out a low chuckle.
"Shit, sorry. Made a mess."
I climbed onto the bed and moved over him, leaning down until our faces were inches apart. He hesitated for half a second, eyes flicking between mine, but when I closed the distance he met me halfway. His mouth was warm and manly, still slightly rough from everything we had done. He kissed me back, slow and deep, one big hand coming up to rest on the back of my neck.
When we finally pulled apart I smiled against his lips. "It is okay. I like my men messy."
Derek smiled, a real, tired, satisfied smile that made something warm settle in my chest. I rolled off him and lay beside him on the bed. We stayed there in silence for a long while, just breathing heavy, bodies covered in sweat, legs tangled together.
Derek finally turned his head to look at me. His face was still flushed, eyes softer than I had ever seen them.
"Shit, that was..."
I grinned. "Hot? I know."
He let out a quiet laugh, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. Then his voice dropped lower, almost shy. "Next time you need a job done, you call me first, yeah?"
I reached over and ran my hand slowly over the curve of his thick thigh, letting my fingers brush the mess still leaking from him.
"Oh I will. And next time I am not calling you for the sink or the deck. I am calling you straight to my bed so I can fuck that fat ass again and fill you up even deeper."
Derek’s eyes darkened with fresh heat. He did not argue. He just nodded once, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
Derek was no longer just the handyman. He was hooked. The straight married stud would keep coming back to my house, and from now on he would be coming for so much more than just repairs.
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