Handy Men Do It Better (5 page)

“Damn.” He stopped. He didn’t want to cum, not yet. He took his hands out of his pants and noticed his own stain in the sweats—the light green much darker at the tip of his penis below. He palmed the top of it with his non-dominant hand, like he would when he’d think of someone else masturbating him. “Oh, shit. I’m so turned on.”

His cock, a sloppy mess in his pants, twitched. He lifted his tank top up and wrenched it behind his neck so he could work his nipples.

HONK! HONK!
his phone hollered.

“Who the hell is that?” He took a bit of the fluid seeping from his sweats and rubbed it over his nipple and gasped.

HONK! HONK!

“Son of a bitch.” He got up and went to his room. Blu continued to snore. He reached for the phone, on his bed, and intended to decline the call but by accident hit the Answer button. “Shit,” he muttered and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Jake?”

Jake caught his breath. “Yeah.”

“Jake, it’s Cory...from North Carolina.”

“Cory?” He walked back into the hallway.

“Yeah, look, man. I’m sorry to bug you. Shit, I wasn’t even gonna call. I’d been trying to coax myself to for the past couple of days, but I kept chickening out.”

Jake stepped into the living room and sat on the arm of the couch.

“About our time in Florida, I had such a...I let her go, Jake.”

Jake leaned his forehead onto his palm and gripped his hair. “You let who go?” He knew the answer but wanted to hear Cory say it nonetheless.

“I don’t have a girlfriend anymore, Jake. I mean—” Cory stuttered. “I don’t expect you to think any different of me. I just...I don’t know. I just thought you should know.”

They were silent.

Jake leaned back and let himself fall onto the couch. “When did all this happen?”

“It’s been happening, actually before you and I met.” A glass clinked, like Cory took a sip of something. “But it became more final, the other day.”

With his forearm over his head, Jake scratched the cuticles of his ring finger with his thumb. “Well, dude, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I don’t expect you to.” His glass clinked again.

“What are you drinking?”

“You can tell?”

“I can hear the ice.”

“Some liquid courage,” Cory said.

“You needed courage to call me?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Jake paused. “No...no, not at all.”

“Well, I needed it. I think about you often.” He took another sip. “Often in inappropriate ways.”

Jake let his hand brush over his chest, still exposed with his tank top behind his neck. “To be honest, I think about you too.” He thought back to the Tom Brady picture on his mattress and how Cory’s features reminded him of New England’s quarterback.

“Damn.” Cory cleared his throat. “That night on the golf course...holy shit, I just can’t get you out of my mind. But,” he quickly added, “that’s not why I called.”

Jake thought of Cory beating off while he’d sprayed him with his seed on the golf course.
It was so fucking big
. It made his cock hard, and he let his hands reach into his sweats. “No?” Jake asked, in a gruff tone.

“No.”

“Well, I too enjoyed our time on the golf course and our date. That Italian place you took me too served great food.”

“Yeah, I could tell you liked the pasta.”

“You could? How?” Jake asked.

“You told me!”

Jake laughed. “Oh, yeah. I did. I had had a couple glasses of wine.”

“So did I. Plus the red sauce all over your face gave it away.”

Jake sat up. “I had sauce on my face!”

Cory laughed. “No, I’m just kidding you.”

Jake laid back down. “If I had, I would’ve wanted you to lick it off.”

Cory swallowed audibly. “I’d hoped we’d have the chance to reenact events at the third hole...and then some.”

“Mmm.” Jake wet his lips.

“I’m coming down to Florida again.”

Jake rubbed his stomach. “You are? When?”

“In a few weeks. My parents need some work done to the guest bath, and I told them I’d do it before things got too busy for me.”

Thinking with his little head more than anything, Jake said, “Well, maybe we can get together. I’ve got my own place now.”

“It went through? Good for you.”

“It’s nothing fancy, but it’s mine. I share it with this guy my boss hooked me up with, who recently split with his girl.”

“I’d love to get together with you again. This time I promise to be more of a gentleman.”

“I like my men rough. Don’t wuss out on me,” he joked.

Cory chuckled. “Are you implying gentlemen can’t be tough?”

“Of course not.” Jake looked at his reflection on the TV screen. “I’ve just never had one.”

Cory took a moment before saying, “Well, I hope to show you that one...that I can be.”

Jake leaned on an elbow. “Really? You’re getting me horny,” he admitted. The thought of someone romancing him gave him an odd sensation, unlike any other sexual experience he’d had before.

“Shit, I honestly didn’t call to get you horny. But...fuck!” He took a sip. “You’ve had me horny since the day I met you. You still beat off every day?”

Jake laughed. “There’s that bad-boy exterior I lo—like so much. There’s no beating around the bush with you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that. I was doing so good. It’s just...never mind.”

Jake’s cock stiffened. “I do,” he admitted. “I jerk off a lot. You?”

Cory slurped another sip of his drink. “Uh huh.” A rustle occurred.

“What you doing?” Jake asked.

“I’m just getting comfortable. I’m lying in my bed.”

“Oh. Well, I’m on the couch.” He looked to the bar-height counter and at his soda. “But the only liquid courage I have is a can of Mountain Dew.”

“Say, when’s the last time you jerked off?”

“Dude, honestly?” Jake swallowed. “I was just whacking it when you called.”

“Fuck!”

“My roommate has this FleshPipe thing. It kind of turned me on just seeing it.”

“No way,” Cory said.

“You ever use one?”

Cory chuckled. “Hold on.” It sounded like a drawer opening, a handle clanking against wood. “I’ve got mine right here.”

“You’re shitting me,” Jake said, finding his hands down his pants again.

“Dude, go get your roomie’s and we can play.”

Jake sat up. “I can’t. It’s his.”

“He won’t mind. Just pull out before you cum—or worst case, clean it after you dump your load in it.”

Jake didn’t know what was more exciting: using the FleshPipe, jerking off on the phone with Cory, or sticking his prick into something Steve’s dick touched. It all had his cock oozing in anticipation. He wiped his hand on his pant leg, bolted up and ran into Steve’s room before he changed his mind.

“You’ve never used one before?” Cory asked, as Jake ran down the hall and into Steve’s room.

“Never.” Jake grabbed it.

“You’ll need some lube.”

“I don’t have any,” Jake said, not wanting to confess he used it all shoving the likes of Cory’s cock up his ass nearly every night.

“Just spit in it then. I’m putting some on mine right now.”

Jake shoved his finger into the fleshy hole of the toy. The rubbery material resembled a woman’s vagina. “Is yours a woman’s pussy?”

“Oh, your roommate’s definitely straight. They come in all varieties: a pussy, a mouth, an asshole, and a nondescript slit.”

“What shape is yours?” Jake asked, fingering the pussy hole, which felt moist, as if Steve hadn’t cleaned it the last time he used it.

“Guess.”

“A butt?”

“Right!” Cory grunted. “It’s real tight.”

“Are you fucking it?”

“I’m trying to get my cock into it now, but—” he groaned again, “I can barely fit inside it.”

Jake thought back to how big Cory’s dick looked that night on the golf course. “Fuck, man. You’re going to make me shoot without touching myself again.”

“Oh, shit. Don’t tell me that. I just might too.” He moaned. “Ah, I’m in. Shit...it’s snug.” A slurping, sucking sound came over the phone. “Oh, yeah. There we go.”

Still fingering the FleshPipe and with the phone pinched by his shoulder, Jake pulled down his sweatpants with his free hand. “You’re fucking it?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah. It feels nice, but I wish I had you here.”

“Man, I wish you were here too.”

“Well, when I come out.” The slurping noise abated. “We can get together.”

Jake rubbed the lips of the FleshPipe along the shaft of his cock. “Did you stop?” Jake asked.

“I had to,” Cory said. “I almost came.”

“I haven’t started yet. I’m just rubbing the pussy along my shaft.” Jake watched the toy envelop the thick vein under his cock.

“Oh, man. I so want to be there. My mouth’s watering to take you in it.”

Jake spit into the toy’s orifice. “I’m going for it.” He lowered it onto his mushroom head, a throb of purple. “Oh my God!”

“Feel good?”

“Oh my God! Fuck yes.” He lowered it more. “HOLY SHIT!”

“Oh, Jake. Don’t fucking cum yet.”

“I’m not! I’m not.” Jake stopped moving the FleshPipe, and just let his cock pulse inside it. “If I move more, though, I might just blow.”

Cory’s slurping sound ensued. “Jesus, Jake. I want you so bad. I might just have to fly down now to see you.”

“Cory, I want your tongue in my hole. I...” Jake started moving the pipe up and down on his cock again. “I want your cock up my ass.”

“Oh, fuck!” Cory’s slurps hastened.

“But, it’s so big. I don’t know if I could take it.”

Cory gasped, “I’d...I’d be...I’d be gentle.”

“Yeah?” Jake continued to jack. “Just...at...first. Then, I’d want you to fuck me hard!” Jake yanked the toy off his penis and breathed rapidly to avoid climax.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” He eased it back down on his head.

“Good boy. I’ll teach you how to control that meat between your legs.” Cory moaned. “I’ll fuck you all night, until we’ve both got no cum left in us.”

“Oh, fuck my jock hole. Shove it in me nice and deep!” Jake took his cock out of the FleshPipe just in time. He breathed a heavy, deep sigh. “I almost shot. I almost came in my roomie’s fuck toy.” He rolled onto his stomach, lifted his ass to spread his cheeks and with the base of the FleshPipe, rubbed it against his hole. “Cory, I wish this were your cock, and I’d back right into it and let you drive it into me.”

“Jake, buddy. I’d rub the tip of my prick along your bunghole, using my pre-cum as lube. Then, I’d spit on it and shove my fat dick—” Cory breathed harder. “Almost shot.”

“Dude, I’m fucking leaking all over the couch.” Jake got up on his knees; a line of seminal fluid snapped as he leaned against the couch’s arm. He cradled the phone with his shoulder. “Cory, I need your cock so bad. I need you.”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” The sucking of Cory’s man toy intensified.

Sweat dripped down Jake’s back. He could feel it drip into the crack of his ass. He took Steve’s toy and placed it back onto his cock. “OH!”

“What...are...you...doing?”

“I’m...fucking...this pussy.” Jake growled. “AH!” He threw the phone down onto the couch, and hit the Speaker button. “I need two hands for this,” he said, and grabbed the toy with both hands.

“You’re fucking with two hands?”

“Yes!” Jake said and humped the FleshPipe.

“Oh, my God! I want to taste your cock so bad and fuck your pretty little ass.”

Steve’s toy slurped loudly while Jake banged it.

“Jake, buddy. You want my cum?”

“Cory! I want your cum! You want mine?”

Jake continued to fuck the FleshPipe. “If you were here, I’d be shooting my load with your fat fucking cock up my ass!”

Cory moaned. “I want to taste your load like I did that fucking night. You gonna come with me, Jakey?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m gonna come with you,” Jake said.

“Right now? I’m about to—GAWD! I’M SHOOTING MY SHIT!” Cory yelled.

Another thrust and Jake came too. “HOLY MOTHERFUCKER!” He threw his head back. “I’m coming in the fucking...pussy!” Jake’s orgasm had him shuddering as he continued to dump his load.

Blu barked and came running into the living room.

The door slammed opened and there stood Steve—soaked, with keys in hand, and a red, white, and blue Triumph buckle gleaming on his belt. “What the fuck?”

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