My Handyman Encounter: A Curiosity Gone Wrong

I’d always been curious about exploring my desires, and it started with watching shemale porn. The idea of being on the receiving end sparked my fascination, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to experience it firsthand. I began browsing Craigslist M4M ads, and eventually posted my own, just to see the responses. But I didn’t have any real intention of following through.

After some time, I came up with a plan to create a fake scenario by posting an ad about needing a handyman to check out a garbage disposal. I thought this way, I could test the waters without actually committing. Little did I know, my plan wouldn’t go as smoothly as I hoped.

Among the usual responses, one stood out – an older gentleman around 58 years old, with a stocky build and some body hair. His picture showed a well-groomed cock, about 7-8 inches long, with a nice mushroom head. I couldn’t help but be drawn to it, and before I knew it, his image was etched in my mind.

Despite my initial intentions, I found myself responding to his ad, saying I could check out the garbage disposal and maybe help with other things. I’m a 30-year-old average guy, 6’3″ and 205lbs, with some body hair but not too hairy. My 6-inch cock wasn’t as impressive as his, but I was curious to see where this would lead.

Within an hour, he replied, asking me to stop by the next morning. I spent the day with butterflies in my stomach, considering not going, but my curiosity won out. I rationalized that I could always leave if it didn’t feel right.

The next morning, I arrived at his house, my nerves on edge. As I walked up to the door, I felt like I was in a trance. I knocked, and after what felt like an eternity, he answered.

“Hi there. Can I help you?” he asked, looking me up and down.

“I believe I’m here to look at your garbage disposal,” I stammered.

“Absolutely, come in. I’ll show you where it is,” he replied, ushering me into the house.

We walked through the kitchen, and I caught a glimpse of a laptop with what appeared to be porn on it. My heart skipped a beat, but I pushed the thought aside.

As we stood in front of the sink, he pointed to the garbage disposal, and I peered into the drain. He then asked me to check underneath, and I knelt down, my head stuck in the cabinet. That’s when I felt his hand on my head, pulling me closer.

“Go ahead, wrap your lips around this,” he said, his cock inches from my face.

I froze, unsure what to do. This wasn’t part of my plan, but I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.

“I’m sorry, but I…I’ve never done anything like this before,” I stammered.

“Well, now’s your chance. No one will ever know. Just lick it a few times, and if you still want to leave, you can,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I thought about it for a second, and my curiosity got the better of me. I leaned forward, and my tongue made contact with his cock. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be – just a slightly musky scent.

As I licked his shaft, he asked me to try the tip, and I did. He told me to put it in my mouth, and I hesitated, but my desire took over. I slowly parted my lips, and his cock slipped in, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“From now on, you’ll refer to me as daddy, OK?” he said, his voice low and commanding.

“Ok, daddy,” I replied, feeling a thrill run through me.

As I sucked him, he tilted my head back, and I looked up at him, my mind reeling with excitement. I felt a rush of pleasure, knowing I was pleasing him, and that I was his.

He held my head, and I felt his cock grow in my mouth. I moaned, and he told me to keep sucking, that he was going to cum down my throat. I managed a muffled “mmhmm” in response.

After about ten minutes, he stopped me, and I looked up at him, unsure what to do. He held my head, and slowly started pushing his dick further into my mouth. I gagged, and he pulled it out, only to push it back in, further this time.

He continued, holding my head, and I struggled, tears running down my face. But with each passing moment, I felt myself becoming more turned on, more willing to submit.

He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, and looked down at me, a hint of a smile on his face. “Time to give you a little pleasure now,” he said, his voice dripping with desire.

“Take your pants off,” he ordered, his eyes locked on mine.

I slowly undid my belt and pants, revealing my rock-hard dick. He looked down at me, a smile spreading across his face. “Looks like someone enjoys being a little cocksucker, huh?”

“Yes, daddy,” I replied, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He spun me around, and I bent over the table, my heart racing with excitement. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading me apart, and I knew what was coming.

“I want to eat that tight little ass of yours,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“Yes, daddy,” I replied, my mind reeling with anticipation.

He started swirling his tongue around my hole, sending waves of pleasure through me. I reached down to touch myself, but he stopped me, saying, “Don’t touch yourself. Daddy is going to give you all the pleasure you need.”

“Yes, daddy,” I replied, my mind surrendering to his control.

He went back to tonguing my ass, and I felt his finger running up and down from my balls to my hole. He started fingering me, and I felt like my own cock would explode any minute.

He continued this, getting faster and faster, and I eventually caught myself moaning little by little. He took his finger out, and I heard the snap of a bottle behind me.

“Let’s try two fingers with some lube now. Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Yes, daddy. Please finger my tight little hole,” I replied, my desire taking over.

He squirted the lube into my ass, and I felt it run down to my waiting hole. His fingers worked around the hole for a second before he started working them into me.

I tensed up from the slight pain, but he kept going, and I wanted him to. As he slid his fingers in deeper, I pushed back against his hand.

“Seems like someone is enjoying themselves a little,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

“I am, daddy. It feels so good,” I replied, moaning with pleasure.

He started sliding his fingers in deeper and faster, and I felt myself becoming more and more turned on. “Tell me how much of a slut you are and you like to have your ass stretched out, baby,” he said.

“I love you stretching my ass, daddy. Please don’t stop. It feels so good,” I replied, my mind surrendering to his control.

Then, without warning, my real desires took over. I stood up, turned around, and knelt down in front of him. I grabbed his cock and started sucking him, jerking him in my mouth.

“Wow,” he said, his voice filled with surprise. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy. Please fuck my tight ass. Make me yours,” I replied, my desire taking over.

He squirted lube onto my waiting hole, and I felt him line up with my entrance. I pushed back into his hard cock, and he slowly started pushing deeper into me.

“You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” he said, his voice low and husky.

“No, daddy. I’m your little slut,” I replied, feeling a rush of pleasure.

He pulled almost all the way out and slid back in, his cock buried deep inside me. I moaned, and he told me to keep going, that he was going to make me cum.

“Yeah, baby, this is my ass now. Take it all, bitch,” he said, his voice dripping with desire.

Hearing him talk like that to me sent me over the edge. I felt a rush of pleasure, knowing a real man was getting pleasure from fucking me. I screamed, cumming all over the floor, as he continued to fuck me, his cock buried deep inside me.

He drove his body into mine with a primal intensity, the wooden table scraping against the wall as he pistoned my ass with a raw, unbridled passion.

“When you cum in my ass, you’ll own me, daddy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing and the creaking of the bed.

His pace quickened, his body tensed, and he plunged deep into me, holding the position as his dick pulsed with a rhythmic intensity, showering me with warm, pulsating waves of cum.

He lingered for a moment, his chest heaving, before slowly pulling out of me, leaving a rush of cool air in its wake. I remained bent over the table, my mind reeling with the intensity of our encounter.

“Open up for daddy,” he growled, his voice low and husky, as he moved behind me.

I reached back, parting my cheeks, and felt the cool air caress my gaping hole. The sensation was both exhilarating and unnerving, and I could feel his cum trickling down my leg.

“Now, get down and clean up this mess,” he said, his tone sharp and commanding, as he pointed to the puddle of cum on the floor.

I looked up at him, confusion etched on my face, but he merely grasped my neck, his fingers digging deep, and pushed me to my knees.

“Lick it up, slut,” he growled, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to expect, but my curiosity got the better of me. I leaned in, my tongue tentatively exploring the cool, sticky texture of his cum.

It was a strange, salty flavor, with a hint of bitterness, unlike anything I’d ever tasted before.

After a moment, he released me from his grip, and I scrambled to my feet, my legs trembling beneath me.

“Get up and gather your things,” he said, his tone softer now, as he turned away, heading towards the living room.

I trailed behind him, my mind reeling with the events of the past few minutes, as he led me down the hallway to a room at the end of the corridor.

He pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit bedroom, and turned to me with a commanding gaze.

“Get naked, slut,” he said, his voice low and husky, as he beckoned me towards the bed.

I shed my shirt, a sense of liberation washing over me, as I walked towards the bed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, daddy… this ass is all yours,” I said, my words hanging in the air as I climbed onto the bed, ready to surrender to his desires.