Avery could use a handyman, and lucky for him, a white-trash alpha comes by looking for work. That means Avery is in for another wild ride in hardcore, man-on-man action with this studly but desperate semi-homeless beggar!
Is Avery ready for Thomas’s brand of redneck action?!
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Avery sighed as he looked over the mess he had made. The bed-frame was together in two pieces, with a pile of extra screws near his feet. The extra screws were problematic, he thought, because there were some of a type he had not used at all — why would the furniture-makers have put an unnecessarily long screw in the box?
But there were no screw holes he had missed, and he had even read through the directions. They didn’t make a lot of sense though. Extra screws would make sense, in case some got lost. But why would there be a whole nother kind of screw that wasn’t used?
Maybe they got mixed in from a different product?
Now he wasn’t sure how to get the two parts of the bed-frame together. The box said one person could put it together in ten minutes, but it had taken more than an hour and Avery no longer thought he could do it alone — somebody needed to hold the frame in position while he screwed in the last four screws.
He cursed at himself and sat down, deciding to take a break. He didn’t need a bed-frame at all, he reminded himself. He had slept on a mattress on the floor for years, and he didn’t think it was absolutely necessary to have a bed-frame.
The doorbell rang and Avery was so startled he jumped. He glanced out the living room window.
He saw a stranger, a young buck of a redneck in overalls with paint and grass stains covering the fabric. He wore no shirt, revealing a broad, ruddy and work-toned chest. He had on heavy work-boots stained with mud. His dirty blond hair was long and scraggly.
He opened the door. The redneck opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated. Avery got the impression he paused because he was surprised to see a man and maybe was reconsidering what he came here for. Then he cleared his throat and spoke, in a deep, lowcountry South Carolina accent, but sounding like he was trying to speak as politely as he could.
“Uh, hello… sir, my name is Thomas, and I’s here fer askin’ fo’ work. I ain’t goin’ on the welfare but I needs to make me a little money.” He blushed. “Mah family’s farm, it ain’t workin’ no mo’. We ain’t got a dime.”
Avery smiled. “I’m sorry to hear that, Thomas. It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Avery,” he said. “It just so happens I could use a hand with something right now.”
Thomas smiled nervously and stepped in when Avery motioned for him. Thomas sighed. “I can work for a you, no problem- I respec’ e’rybody, and I does good work, I do, as the Bible commands. I got the Lord-“
Avery nodded and shook his hand, interrupting him because he could tell Thomas was the kind of gibbering redneck who never stopped talking. Avery smiled. “Well, Thomas, there’s a couple things I could have you do,” Avery said.
“I’m good with tools, and my hands. I can build all kinds of things, sir.”
“I’m sure you’re great with your hands, and I do have some work like that for you to do,” Avery said. “But first, I just want you to stand there for a minute. Okay?”
He nodded, but watched Avery warily as Avery shut the front door. Then Avery approached him and grabbed at his dick through the rough denim of his overalls.
Thomas stiffed and gasped in shock, but he kept it subtle — he must really need the money, Avery thought. His toes curled as he blushed but submitted to Avery’s fingering of his cockshaft.
“I do have something that needs to be done with the hand,” Avery said. He intended to continue talking, to say that he wanted to give Thomas a handjob. But then Thomas nervously reached out to Avery’s jeans and grabbed at his crotch.
Avery gulped. Apparently, Thomas had interpreted his words to mean that he was supposed to give Avery a handjob — Avery would never have guessed Thomas would agree to that, so he hadn’t even thought of asking, but now he decided to play along.
“Good, good boi. You is good wit’ yo’ hands,” Avery said, accentuating his accent to match Thomas’s redneck dialect.
Thomas winced as his hand reached into Avery’s jeans to grab his cock. He let go as soon as he touched it, then picked it up again. Thomas giggled as though he was a little boy dared into doing something scandalous.
“Just so’s you know, sir, this ain’t the first time I jacked off a man,” Thomas said. He beamed as though he was proud of that.
“That’s good,” Avery said. “You ain’t the first redneck I messed with neither.”
He sniffed. “I ‘spect not.” His meat was limp. It had initially stirred but as Avery reached under the man’s overalls to finger it, he lost it — he must have been disgusted by touching Avery’s dick. He blushed when Avery took out his massive meat, which was ruddy like his shoulders. “I ain’t circlejerked in a long time… ‘s hard to get a stiffy with a man touchin’ me.”
Avery angled his hips so his cock touched Thomas’s. They sword-fought, which made Thomas frown and furrow his brow. As he relaxed, he got hard all over again, and in no time he was jabbing his dick at Avery like a club. Thomas’s cock was much longer and thicker, which probably helped him feel more comfortable with this, Avery thought, and it was veinier too, rougher beneath Avery’s fingers, already pulsating with the youthful vigor of Thomas’s sexuality.
Then Avery wrapped both of Thomas’s hands around both cocks, so he could masturbate them both at once. Thomas looked down like a mad scientist alarmed at what his creation was doing. Thomas’s muscles all tightened at once and then didn’t loosen. He stayed flexed.
Precum coated Thomas’s fingers. Avery figured it must have been his own because Thomas had just gotten hard moments ago, but Avery scooped some up without stopping Thomas’s strokes. The precum stuck to his fingers, which he sucked clean, much to Thomas’s disgust. More precum leaked out and coated Thomas’s hand down to his wrist.
“You into that?” He paused. “For real?”
Avery nodded with a wry smile. “I appreciate the male form,” he said. He gave Thomas’s cock a firm squeeze. “Some parts more than others.”
“Well, shit… You know the Bible say not to do that, right? I feels obligated to tell you that, boy,” Thomas said. “You should only e’xperience ‘rousal in the context of a marital spouse.” He was stroking both cocks slowly now, peering down into Avery’s face as he did. His own cock was hard, but not rock-hard, he was too distracted.
Avery, on the other hand, was going to bust anytime. A wave of pleasure battered his body, and he probably would have cum already if not for Thomas’s awkward grip and slow strokes. Avery’s dick pulsated next to Thomas’s. Avery had trouble speaking since he was so close to orgasm. All he could focus on was the hot slab of redneck meat throbbing against his own cock. He smelled sunlight and hay emanating from Thomas’s burly body and the dirty overalls he had unbuttoned.
“I done this before,” Thomas said, licking his lips. “I circlejerked a couple times, back in the day.” He grunted. “I’s just lettin’ you know cuz I ain’t a saint, I done sin in the premarital fashion too. I done got overcomed by desire, for sh’ore, for sh’ore! The Lord Jesus does forgive.”
“Really?” Avery asked, genuinely surprised by that. Thomas nodded, barely stroking both dicks together anymore, but he did grip them, and the callused grip of his workaday hands sent thrills of desire up Avery’s spine. Avery cleared his throat and said, “C’mon, tell me more.”
“Oh well, my pa hired these black boys. Them two used to circlejerk all the time. Said they learnt it in prison,” Thomas said. “They used-ta be sleepin’ in the barn at night, and just ‘bout e’ry night I be hearin’ ‘em out there groanin’. My paps’d kill me if’n he knew I go out there, just ta see what they’s doin’. Well, not jest that, I did join in sometimes, but them black workers, they got muscles and use ‘em all on they meat, I dunno why, they attack that shit like they angry wit’ it.” He blushed. “Feels good in its way. You even better at it, boi. Don’t tell my paps I say that. He ain’t ‘nlightened ‘bout that stuff like I is, he ain’t think I should be spendin’ time with you.”
Unable to stop himself any longer, Avery moaned as cum spurted from his rod. He leaned in and kissed Thomas’s toned body, sucking on the sweat that clung to his frame — Avery liked muscular men, but not perfect six-pack bodybuilder-types, so Thomas’s ropy muscles were exactly what he wanted. Thomas’s nipples were erect in Avery’s mouth, and his tense pecs were hard as rocks.
Jizz sprayed over Thomas’s cock, which twitched as he groaned in disgust. Avery’s whole body bucked, but Thomas didn’t let go, even as Avery’s semen soaked into his crotch and dripped onto the ground at his feet. Avery kept pumping his hips, humping Thomas’s hand and Thomas’s cock, whose erection remained half-hearted. Cum lubed it up, and Thomas kept up with his slow strokes, even as his hand and his dickshaft became slick with the cream of Avery’s load.
“Oh hell,” Thomas said, his eyes opening wise. “You crazy… You payin’ me for real, right? This ain’t a trick?”
“I promise. Thirty bucks an hour,” Avery said. He took a deep breath as Thomas dropped Avery’s dick, stroking himself off instead. “Wait,” Avery said. He put his limpening cock back next to Thomas’s hard manhood, and Avery scooped up as much of the cum as he could from Thomas’s dark blond pubic hair. Thomas didn’t seem to realize how soaked his crotch was with Avery’s cum, or maybe he did and it just didn’t bother him.
“Fuck, thihty bucks an hour?! Hell yeah! I’ll do anythang for thihty bucks an hour!” Thomas said. He looked away and curled one hand over his belly as though he was nauseous, rather than look at Avery’s puddle of semen in his crotch and his own hand stroking two cocks at once. “Yee-fuckin’-haw!” Then he blushed and shut his mouth. “I’m sorry. That ain’t Christian language.” His eyes opened wide and he rushed to correct himself. “When I say I do anything fo’ thirty bucks an hour, I ain’t mean anything ‘t all. I-“
“I know,” Avery said. “I won’t hold you to that. You can say no to anything you want. And I really do have some work for you to do. I want you to put together my bed-frame in the other room.”
“I can do that.”
Thomas had stopped stroking himself off, and he looked at his hands, dripping with Avery’s jizz, as though he didn’t get how that happened. Then Avery guided his hands back and smiled at Thomas’s awkward fumbling with his own cum-slickened cock.
The cum on his hand was rapidly cooling. Avery wanted to eat it, but it was his own cum, which was always less appealing than someone else’s. So he grabbed for Thomas’s nipples again.
He had taut pecs, which flexed and tightened when Avery touched them. He smeared the creamy cum all over Thomas’s torso, savoring the feel of his short, fine blond hairs. Thomas had closed his eyes, so he didn’t immediately notice that Avery was smearing cum all over his chest. When he did, he groaned in disgust but didn’t complain, not even when Avery started licking it off.
“Gonna git my nut now, boi,” he murmured softly. His dick was fully hard now, and Avery stroked it with both hands. “You ready? You really want it?”
His body flexed, his shaft pulsating in Avery’s grip. Avery wasn’t expecting him to cum from a handjob at all, much less so quickly, but as soon as Avery had nutted and focused on stroking Thomas off with both hands, Thomas’s cock rocketed right to readiness. The smell of his funk filled the air.
Thomas turned beet-red just before he came. His knees weakened, and he bucked his whole hefty body, nearly knocking Avery over when he grabbed Avery’s shoulders for support. His muscles roiled. He clenched his teeth, then opened his mouth to gasp, then clenched his lips shut again.
“Got-damn, boy! Yeah, thass right!” he cried out, then looked regretful about his blasphemy.
Hot cum sprayed right into Avery’s crotch, a fat load of it that spread over Avery’s dick and balls and soaked into his pubic hair. It coated his limp dick and dripped onto the floor, though Avery again caught most of it in the palm of his hand. Thomas was young enough that he shot an enormous load, more than Avery could even hold in his palm, and more and more kept on coming.
As Thomas ejaculated, he pumped his hips back and forth, humping Avery’s hands. Avery loved holding onto an orgasmic alpha by the dickmeat, cuz he could squeeze it and stroke it and send waves of pleasure through his alpha’s body. Thomas grunted and groaned, his red neck turning redder, the ruddy color of his skin spreading to his tan face and his pale chest.
“You got a nice healthy meat,” Avery said. “Nice and big, thick.”
Thomas opened his mouth and sighed. “Damn, boy, that weren’t bad. I-” He stopped himself when he saw Avery about to suck the cum out of the palm of his hand, even as Thomas was not quite done cumming, and more kept leaking out into Avery’s paws. Thomas looked queasy, but he didn’t complain as Avery let go of his dick and brought his hand up to his mouth. That salty puddle disappeared past Avery’s lips, and Avery gulped down every drop. Thomas gagged uncontrollably as though he tasted it himself.
“Damn… You some kinda nasty,” Thomas said. He threw his hands in the air, the motion making his now limpening dick jiggle and sway. “Nothin’ personal. But you best get right with Jesus.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, where this work at?”
Avery nodded. He licked his hand clean, then pointed to the bedroom. The frame was halfway put-together.
“Can I take a shower first?” Thomas asked, looking down at the shiny layer of cum over his chest. He was sweaty as well, both because it was warm in here and from his sexual exertion. Avery licked the sweat off his biceps. His dick still hung out the fly of his overalls, but he tucked it away at last.
Avery almost said yes, as long as he got to watch, but he decided not to. He wanted to watch Thomas work with the smell of cum all over him — he was paying a lot of money for Thomas’s time, after all. Plus, he figured that this way, Thomas would get good and sweaty just like Avery liked his men.
And hopefully, he’d be ready for another handjob later.
“No,” Avery said. “I’m paying for your time to do work. You can shower on your own time.”
“Fine. Yes, sir,” he said. He shrugged, but he got right to work. He knelt down to examine the partially assembled bedframe. “Ain’t surprised. My pa don’t let the colored boys shower ‘till the end of the day neither. And then they gotta use the green barn shower like a cow.” Avery watched his muscles flex as he figured out what needed to be done and quickly got the frame screwed together — he was as good at tools as he had suggested. Avery helped him keep the frame still, but it looked like Thomas would have been able to do it by himself if he needed to.
So maybe the instructions were right, it was a one-man job. It just had to be one strong, handy man. Not Avery. The screws remained superfluous though.
Then Avery had him fix the back door — Avery had bought a replacement doorknob, since the lock often got stuck, but he had never gotten around to replacing it. He rarely used the back door anyway.
By the time he was done with that, the cum on Thomas’s chest was no longer visible, covered with a fine layer of sweat that made those short blond hairs stick to his skin. Thomas grunted as he tested the door by locking it and slamming it shut over and over.
“‘S good,” he said. He looked at the time. “I been here fo’ one hour and fo’ty minutes. You gonna pay out for two hours or what?”
Avery shrugged. “I might have something you could do for twenty minutes,” he said.
Thomas smiled. “You wanna mess ’round again? You gonna gimme another handjob?”
“Not exactly,” Avery said. He sunk to his knees and kissed Thomas’s dick through his overalls.
Thomas jumped back as though it hurt, then laughed and said, “Oh, you like swallowin’ dick?”
Avery smiled — Thomas sounded surprised by that. His crotch stank of stale cum, which made Avery even hornier. He wondered how much of that smell came from the orgasm he had just had one hour and forty minutes ago, and how much came from those circlejerks with the “colored boys” his father hired.
“I love swallowin’ dick,” Avery said. “You ever get dome before?”
“Hell yeah!” Thomas said. Then he paused, blushing intensely. “I mean… Not often. I ain’t married, reckon. I did… I done got a blowjob or two in my day, but I ain’t proud.” His smile turned beaming. “I usedta have a girl who loved sucking dick. But she said it tasted like sweat, and she ain’t like that.”
“Won’t bother me none. I love sweat,” Avery said.
“Nasty.” Thomas looked away as Avery undid his overalls, letting them fall to his ankles. Then he swallowed that fat dick in one smooth motion, getting almost the whole shaft in his mouth before it began to get hard. It tasted like the stale jizz from the handjob a little awhile ago.
This time he did get hard right away. Judging from the expression on his face, he was shocked by how good this felt, and maybe his cock remained painfull sensitive from his recent orgasm. He stared down in open-mouthed amazement, as his dick leaked precum down Avery’s throat. His balls twitched with anticipation.
He had an enormous cock, and once it got hard, it was too thick for Avery to deep-throat effectively. He was very good at throating down alphas, but even he had his limits. The more he was unable to swallow, the more forcefully Thomas’s body humped his throat. He even gripped Avery’s head to better force his meat down Avery’s gullet.
Soon Thomas was throating Avery, not in a violent way, but more of an unknowingly instinctual way, like he couldn’t help but hold his scalp in place to treat his mouth like a pussy. Precum coated Avery’s tongue, while Avery used both hands to stroke him off at the root. He could see those fine blond hairs standing up — Thomas had goosebumps, his whole body shaking with excitement and anxiety. Thomas even tweaked one of his own nipples then blushed again and stopped as though there was something wrong with that.
“I got something better for us to do,” Avery said. “You wanna… go all the way?”
Thomas blushed and looked away. “You mean…?”
Avery undid his own jeans and bent over, making sure not to let Thomas see his cock — he had discovered that men were more likely to go along with anal if they didn’t have to actually look at a penis. Avery kept his ass smooth; if you didn’t look anywhere else, it might look rather like a woman’s ass. He didn’t want to ruin that impression.
“How do I do it?” Thomas asked. He whispered, glancing in every direction in case someone was peering in the windows. He looked at Avery’s ass as though he had never seen anything like it.
Avery was on all fours, and he lifted his ass up so it would line up with Thomas’s crotch. This wasn’t an ideal position for himself, Avery thought, but it would be best for Thomas — Avery very much wanted Thomas to enjoy this so he might come back.
“Just let me handle it,” Avery said. “You do what comes naturally.”
“You makin’ me feel things, boy…-” He sounded momentarily threatening, a growling, menacing quality to his voice, as his naive farmboy demeanor momentarily vanished. Then he groaned as his rod pushed into Avery’s ass. Despite his claims, Avery got the strong impression that this was not Thomas’s first time.
A twinge of pain hit Avery, which made his dick get hard as well, but he focused on pushing his ass back onto Thomas’s crotch. Avery’s pain and pressure grew worse, but as Thomas began humping, it got better and better, and soon Avery’s prostate twinkled into action. Pleasure washed over Avery’s bones, and his dick spasmed, leaking precum even though no one was touching it.
But then someone was. Thomas’s hands crept around Avery’s body and took hold of his dick. He gave it a stroke with both hands, then let go. He hesitated before continuing.
“Sorry, ‘m I sposedta do that?”
Avery tried to say yes, but all that came out was an orgasmic groan. The pressure in his ass was too intense to say anything, and he was shocked that Thomas was giving a reacharound. Exquisite bliss flowed through Avery’s veins.
“My pa say if you ever ram a man in the ass, you better have the common courtesy to give a reacharound,” Thomas said. “I ain’t know what a reacharound was… But I guess this is it, huh?”
“Yeah, you got it…” Avery said breathlessly.
Avery was unable to stop himself from cumming any longer. First he arched his back, very nearly standing up so he could twist his face behind himself and lick Thomas’s cum-stained pecs, while semen flew from his rod, once again coating Thomas’s hands. Avery’s spasming body squeezed around the cock in his rear.
Thomas didn’t notice because he was about to cum as well. His dick spasmed and stopped moving deep within Avery’s ass, pausing while it spewed a massive load. Then he resumed humping, harder and more passionate now, possessing the barbarous violence of an alpha male — Avery loved that transition, the shift from naive juvenile to dominant alpha; he had awakened the macho in this farmboy, and now he rammed with so much power that Avery could only scream in pain and passion.
He didn’t stop even as the cum stopped flowing. He used his hands more forcefully now, to mold Avery back into a doggystyle position with his head upraised. In the process he spread Avery’s cum from his own fingers to every corner of Avery’s body. He seemed devoid of reluctance, even though Avery’s jizz now covered much of his frame.
Finally he was done humping. He pulled out, having made Avery’s asshole into a frothy mess. A soup of santorum spilled onto the carpet. Avery gasped and begged wordlessly, while Thomas whistled in disgust. “That ain’t nice. You really into this?”
Avery collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty mess. He let out a choked cry of orgasmic pleasure.
“Hey mister, you okay? Did I do that wrong?”
“No, you did fine,” Avery said breathlessly.
“Oh. Okay. Anythang else you want from me, sir?”
“Go take a shower,” Avery said as he crawled onto weakened knees. “I’ll get your money. Come back tomorrow, I’ll have more work to do.”
He hesitated but beamed bashfully, his face a bright red. “Yessir.”
Avery paused. “No, wait. Next week. I need time to recover.”