The Handyman

It's funny how life can spit on your party when you least expect it. Here we were, Jimmy and I, fresh from the big city. We moved to this great historic seaside community darted with antique houses and peace and quiet but you can't easily run away from yourself. Jimmy and I were sucking off a father and son handyman team and the father didn't know about the son. I was falling into sexual situations and opportunities as easily here as I did in the big city and my unidentified neurological issues were slowly progressing. Jimmy, as usual was a steady hand in a sea of chaos. Was it a good time? Well, yes and no. 

Sean the handyman was getting very needy and demanding. He would wait for us in the shed for blowjobs several times a week. His son Gregg would follow his dad, if he could without notice, just to get what his father was getting. These guys, Jimmy and daily stresses were taking a toll on my body and mind. Jimmy and I were concerned that Sean was getting very attached to us. He was spending more and more time at our house talking about all his problems and demanding sex with nothing really in it for us. We considered closing up shop but how could we without hurting their feelings. We wanted them to end it. 

Jimmy was done. Totally over it. Even sweet Gregg no longer made Jimmy’s heart race. These guys just wanted a cum dump. That's all well and good but after a while, we didn't want more, we wanted nothing. So Jimmy plotted to blow it all up in an exciting way. He decided to get both father and son in the shed at the same time. They would get mad and embarrassed and leave us alone. Right?

One day, Sean waited inside the shed on my direction. As I went in, Jimmy signaled Gregg to follow him in. I positioned Sean in one direction while Gregg immediately dropped his pants as usual upon entering. Jimmy went down on his knees just as Sean and Gregg turned to each other. We anticipated shock. We worried they might like it but we weren't prepared for what happened. Sean flipped out. He said, “what the fuck are you faggots doing to my son.” I stood up as Jimmy followed. Gregg started yelling, “you're the one coming in here for blowjobs everyday dad. Maybe you're the faggot.” they both struggled to get their pants up as Sean lunged for Gregg. I ran out and left Jimmy to deal with the aftermath. There was screaming. Gregg was crying and I was shaken. As I entered my house Sean grabbed my arm and said “why did you do this to us? You're trying to turn my son gay.” he was shaking and crying. I told him Gregg was no more gay than he was. “I can not make anyone gay. You know that.” Sean was so upset he held me and cried as he started to kiss me and pull my clothes off. I comforted him the best I knew how, with my body. Right on the dinning room floor, clothing half on and off, no concept of anyone around he pulled my legs up and entered me. He was crying and pumping my ass softly and passionately as I told him, “it's all right. It's okay. Everyone is fine.” As his breath got heavier and heavier, he drooled uncontrollably on my cheek as he tried to kiss me. Then he moaned with every spasm of cum he shot inside me. As he finished I looked up to both Jimmy and Gregg watching us. Sean realized we had company and was embarrassed by what was happening. He grabbed his stuff and ran out the front door. I laid back on the floor, sad and used up but that wasn't the end of it. Young Gregg, so turned on from watching his father dump in my ass and starting at the fresh cum dripping out of me quickly dropped his pants and charged for me. He roughly grabbed my legs and started fucking the crap out of me as my eyes locked with Jimmy. Jimmy grabbed Gregg and said “get the fuck off of him and get out of my house.” Gregg didn't understand. He said, ”you can blow me Jimmy. That's fine.” Jimmy said “get your shit and get the fuck out. Party is over. Don't come back here again and tell your freaky dad to stay away too.” Gregg left deflated.

Jimmy joined me on the floor and held me as I cried uncontrollable. Jimmy said “baby, I'm done. You are all the man and drama I can handle. I don't want to do this anymore. Am I enough?” I said, “you are everything and more than enough.”

We laid there for hours as daylight turned to night. After all we had been through Jimmy kissed me and told me he's never loved anyone as much and never will again. My neurological condition was advanced enough for a diagnosis. Time was precious. We slowly made love as flashes of light from the street danced on the dinning room ceiling. That sex is the best sex a human can have, a physical and mental connection beyond lust, after so many years.

Both Sean and Gregg tried to talk it out with us on the street as we walked by or got into our car but Jimmy shut it down. He always said something like, “no hard feelings, we’re just done.” They always tried to add more but Jimmy was firm. It doesn't matter. Soon we would wave to them say quick “hellos” as we drove away. I wondered today as I laid in bed how I would approach the end of this story. I looked out my third floor bedroom window and across the street, on a ladder, Sean was scraping my neighbors house. It's been four or five years. How ironic? 

This may not be the ending you wanted but all true stories end and we never know how they will. This ending was a new being. This is our current home and life. No fear though! I have so many stories yet to share. They are bursting to get out. Life is calmer now. Jimmy and I savor every day we have together.