Cliff Gives Handy Man Sloppy Blowjob Pt 2

He started to move—long, deep strokes that dragged over my prostate every single time. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the half-painted room.
Part 1
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I carried two bottles of cold beer out to the backyard. Kent was on his knees in front of the flower bed. He pulled the last handful of weeds and tossed it into a yard bag. He wiped his forearm over his brow and looked up at me.
“Here ya go,” I said, holding out the bottle to him.
“Thanks, baby.”
He took the beer and chugged nearly half of it down. I sipped at my own bottle as I admired his handy work. The flower bed along the back fence looked beautiful. Kent had planted several bushes along the fence and colorful flowers in front. He had created a stone border around the bed and filled it with cedar mulch. He had once said he didn’t do landscaping, but this was great. Far better than I imagined.
“It looks beautiful, Kent.”
“Thanks, Cliffy.”
He pushed up to his feet and dusted off his knees. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss. He leaned his head down and gave me a slow, wet kiss. When he broke the kiss, he planted his lips on the end of my nose. I squeezed my arm around him tighter.
“Mmm. Nice,” I said as I nuzzled my nose into his bearded jaw.
Since Kent moved in with me several months ago, we’ve spent almost every weekend working around the house. I find it very rewarding and I’ve become pretty handy myself. It took him a couple of months before he started to think of the house as ‘our’ house. But it’s more than just a house now. It’s a home.
Kent’s life changed in huge...