The Handyman

I was always incredibly shy. At twenty-one, I had missed out on more encounters that I could care to mention. I was sure that if a shrink got hold of me he would find the deep-seated reason for my affliction, but I was simply not willing to venture into the realms of psychological claptrap. Regrettably, however, my introversion was mostly misconstrued as aloofness. Even though I was above average-looking, most guys simply did not have the time or patience to try and break through my reserved veil. Needless to say, I constantly found myself alone and ignored.

After graduating from college I worked at a company where I met Daryl. Daryl was ten-years-older than me and at the age of thirty-two, he was still very youthful looking and nobody would have guessed he was older than twenty-five. He was really handsome and had fallen with his arse in the butter. Rory, his fifty-five-year-old lover was loaded. Not only had Rory come from real money but he also owned a very successful engineering company.

Apart from the palatial home they lived in, Rory had three other holiday homes in the most sought-after destinations. Travel for them was a total pleasure because Rory’s family owned their own Lear jet, which family members always had access to.

The company I worked for was owned by one of Rory’s closest friends and therefore, Daryl basically came and went as he pleased. Truthfully, he really didn’t need to work at all, but Rory insisted that he did, believing that Daryl needed some structure in his life.

Allow me to share an interesting anecdote with you about working with Daryl:

One day at work as we all sat around chatting during our lunch break, one of our colleagues posed the following question: “When you were a kid, what did you dream of becoming once you had grown up?”

Naturally, most of the answers were boring and predictable. Finally, when Daryl’s turn arrived, he got an impish look on his face before answering, “I wanted to be rich.”

A burst of laughter followed from everyone before another colleague stated the obvious.

“Well, Daryl, it appears that you are the only one who has realized his childhood dreams.” More laughter followed.

Rory and Daryl were part of the ‘A’ gay set and dinner parties at their home were events not to be missed. Their large dining table could seat twenty people and that was always the preferred number for their soirees.

It took me three months to land my first dinner invitation, and it soon became clear at the gathering that I was a last minute fill-in. In all honesty, Daryl and I got on very well at work and I am sure that sooner or later I would have been invited. The exceptional food and service at these events were always taken care of by the finest caterer’s that money could hire. In addition, only French wine or champagne was ever served.

On my first visit, all the other guests were predictably from the ‘A’ gay set with one exception, that is to say, other than me. His name was Reed. Reed looked as out of place as a chicken on a duck pond. Whereas all the guys were dressed in their finest; ‘it looks rather plain but it’s actually fuckin’ expensive attire,’ Reed simply wore chinos and a plaid shirt.

That night I discovered two interesting things about Reed. Firstly, he did all the handyman work around Rory and Daryl’s estate. But it was his secondary function that was far more intriguing. Reed was a hunky six-foot-three stud, with a cock that apparently had to be seen to be believed. With many of their friends enjoying open relationships, during one of these get-togethers Reed would often be ‘requisitioned’ to perform additional ‘handiwork’ later in the evening, once desserts had been served. He was always on the clock at these parties and all costs were paid for by Rory.

He paid no attention to me on that first night or at the following dinner party I attended, one month later. The third time I was invited, however, Reed was placed next to me at the dinner table.

During our first two courses, we didn’t talk at all. This was hardly surprising, because at all times there was one or other queen at the table, regaling everyone with a hilariously bitchy anecdote.

Finally, during our main course, Reed asked me an inconsequential question. After answering it, we commenced having a conversation.

A short while later, he looked at me and asked, “Do you mind if I’m straightforward with you?”

I was slightly apprehensive but felt that I simply couldn’t say no.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Well, when I first saw you I thought you were prissy and stuck-up… you know, very aloof,” he frankly informed me, with an apologetic look on his face.

I smiled before answering, “Most people do. It’s just that I’m very shy. I have always been shy,” I answered.

“Fuck… why?” he asked, before glancing around the table. Then, looking back at me he resumed, “There’s not a person at this table who could hold a candle to you when it comes to looks.”

Blushing, I went the colour of a ripe tomato.

“Stop blushing, Galen, you know I’m right,” Reed conclusively informed me. Our conversation was then interrupted by another bitchy anecdote by one of the ‘girls’ at the table. Reed and I did chat a little more, later when the dessert was being consumed.

Afterward, a few of the guys got up from the table and began milling about. I then observed one of the men on the opposite side of the table giving Reed the eye. Shortly, Reed arose from the table and as he left the room, three guys followed him.

Having been to these parties I knew what their exits were all about. Rory and Daryl’s home had an enormous veranda at the end of which, a large spa bath was located. This was generally where the action took place at these parties. I had obviously formerly seen the spa bath but had never observed it in ‘use.’

A selection of preserves, cheese, and biscuits now materialized on the table, and these would be snacked upon for the remainder of the evening.

As I sat at the table I was overcome with curiosity. I had never witnessed the spa antics before but having finally engaged with the ‘party stud,’ I decided to have a peek en route to the toilet, by peeping around the door closest to the spa bath.

One of the men was seated on the side of the spa while another guy was sucking his dick. Behind the guy giving the blowjob, Reed was busy fucking his backside. The third man was on his knees behind Reed, rimming Reed’s backside. From what I could see, Reed appeared to have a well-proportioned body as I had suspected. I did not watch for too long and soon after made my way to the bathroom.

Once back at the dining table, I occasionally saw one of the guys from the tub returning, only to be replaced by another. After three-quarters of an hour all the spa bath guys, including Reed, had returned to the dining table. When Reed took his seat next to me once more, I asked him if he had a good time. He observed me with a nonplussed, almost bored gaze, and then shrugged in a negative manner.

“It would’ve been a lot more fun if it had only been you and me,” he said with a smile. I blushed.

Later, when the first of the guests began to murmur their imminent departure, I also decided to be on my way. Prior to saying my goodbyes, Reed suggested that we swap telephone numbers. “I’d like to have dinner with you sometime,” he explained.

We did exchange numbers before I left. Truthfully, as hot as I thought that Reed was, I really had no intention of taking our ‘friendship’ any further. Reed’s laissez-faire sexual approach was simply too much for me. I was not into threesomes or orgies and made my mind up that I would simply be upfront on that score, if or when he phoned me.

When he did phone a few days later, he was so charming that my plan ‘A’ flew out of the window. Opting for plan ‘B’, I said that I would not be able to join that evening due to a prior commitment.

Three days later I got another call from him and in a cowardly manner, I opted for plan ‘B’ once more.

When I got his third call the following Friday, Reed opted for a different tactic. He asked me to pick an evening that would be convenient for me and that he would make sure that he was available. Having been cornered and not wanting to be rude, I chose that evening.

Reed insisted on picking me up from my home and asked me to text him my address. I realized that I would have to deal with this situation head-on, however uncomfortable, because I was not prepared to become another notch on his bedpost.

When Reed arrived at my place he looked sensational. He was wearing a lilac sweater that showed his torso off to perfection. Although my heart was fluttering, my resolve to resist him was rock-solid.

After we sat down in my lounge, each with a glass of wine in hand, we indulged in a bit of general chitchat. When I felt that the initial pleasantries had been appropriately taken care of, I decided to take the bull by the horns.

“Reed, I really like you and I think that you are a very sexy man. However, I would just like to set the record straight up front. You see…” I said, before he politely interjected.

“Galen, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I know exactly what you are about to say. Given my reputation, you have no intention of becoming another notch on my bedpost,” Reed said with a smile. A cold shiver went through me because of the analogy he had used, and it was as if he was a mind reader.

After a pause, he resumed. “Would I like to go bed with you…? Fuck yeah, big time. From the first time I saw you. You really appeal to me. The first two times I met you I thought you were prissy and stuck-up. I only realized what you were all about at the last party and I’m very attracted to you. Tonight… it’s about us getting to know one another and that’s all. Please hear me out fully and whatever you decide after that… well, that’s up to you.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before I encouragingly nodded my head for him to continue.

“I’ve been bisexual all my life. I had a few relationships with women over the years, but none of them worked out because I always found that it’s easier to get along with guys. I love having sex and have always been highly sexed.” A long pause now followed and it was as if he was building up to a confession of sorts.

After an exaggerated sigh, he resumed. “Eighteen months ago something happened that opened a new avenue in my life. I’m not proud about it, but things are what they are.”

After another pause, Reed continued with his story. “I met a married couple at a restaurant one evening. He was fiftyish, and she was in her early twenties and very attractive. After we finished our drinks at the bar counter they invited me to have dinner with them. I got a strong feeling early on that they were being more than just friendly and wanted to have a threesome with me. During the meal and between courses, she got up to go to the restroom. He then laid his cards on the table and mentioned an amount of money he was prepared to pay me. I was a little taken aback at first but it was impressive an amount. To cut a long story short, I went home with them. The guy had an erectile problem and could only get hard while watching his wife being fucked.”

Reed took a sip of his wine before resuming, “The guy wasn’t interested in me sexually and never touched me, he did, however, art direct the entire session.” Reed paused to laugh, before continuing, “I felt like I was in a fucking porn movie… In any case, this placed a ball in motion in my life and thereafter, I found fucking becoming more and more profitable. Not only did they become regulars, but they also introduced me to other wealthy people, even gay friends. That’s how I got to meet Rory and Daryl. Please understand that I am a very good handyman and have always kept my daytime job going. Although I make good money from being a handyman, these extra bonuses are very enticing.”

Shocked as I was by his revelation, I was, nevertheless, impressed by his honesty.

We left shortly afterward for dinner, which was fantastic. Reed was excellent company and all my apprehensions about him began to soften as the night wore on. When we finally got back to my home later, I was putty in his hands.

Shortly after our arrival at my home, Reed commenced his masterclass in sensuality and soon I thought that I was on an escalator to heaven. The way he kissed and caressed me was way beyond anything I had formerly experienced.

By the time we moved through to my bedroom all our clothing had magically disappeared from our bodies. His body was even more stunning than I had realized when I had observed him performing his ‘duties’ in the spa bath at Rory and Daryl’s home. Although his cock wasn’t monstrously huge, it was, nevertheless, well-above average, and in keeping with the rest of him, it was absolutely beautiful.

Once on my bed, my body was treated to an oral extravaganza by his lips, the likes of which I had never known possible. Reed’s attention to my dick and balls was awesome and when he commenced rimming me, I thought I was about to have a heart attack.

After an age of his oral bliss, Reed turned me onto my stomach and began his penetration into my backside. His entry was so skilful that I almost felt no discomfort at all.

Next, Reed started to rhythmically fuck me with a dexterity I had never before imagined possible. The variation of pace and the adroit manipulation of his hips was mind-blowing. He gave me the most solid fucking of my life as I lay there gasping and panting.

Overcome with pleasure, it did not take too long before I felt my balls begin to churn, after which I shot the most memorable load of my life. A few minutes later, Reed really intensified his tempo before unloading into my portal.

As we lay side by side on my bed in the afterglow, Reed continued to gently kiss my mouth, neck, and ears. I was in total ecstasy and couldn’t wait for our next session to get underway. I was particularly looking forward to sucking his knob.

I was abruptly brought out of my reverie when his phone suddenly rang. Excusing himself, Reed then got off the bed and answered it.

“Hi, very well and you?” I heard him asking.

Next, he looked at his watch while listening to the person on the other end of the phone. When Reed again spoke, he said, “Sure, no problem, I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

After ending the call he looked at me sheepishly and said, “Sorry, but business is business.”

I smiled benignly, trying to hide my disappointment.

After we got dressed I accompanied Reed to the door. Once there, he kissed me before saying, “That was really great. We must really do this again some time. I’ll give you a call.”

I watched as Reed walked towards his vehicle and as I stood looking at his tail lights disappearing into the distance I laughed inwardly, taking solace in the fact that I had at least had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed the best freebie of my life.

I never again attended one of Rory and Daryl’s parties and also never saw, nor heard from Reed again.

Truthfully, I don’t regret being a notch on his bedpost.