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Now that Thanksgiving is over, I can comfortably begin decorating for Christmas. I really hate rushing the holidays since they are so special, but Christmas is really my favorite. This year, I hired a handyman to hang the lights along the eves. My vision would be better executed by a professional. Our neighborhood was having a decorating contest, and I wanted to win.
My friend Candy was over when the handyman showed up. We were pleased to see he was about our age and very good-looking. Not some potbellied older man who’d fall off the ladder halfway through tacking my display up.
Humiliating The Handyman
I’ll admit to being a little flirty as we discussed my plan for the lights, and he seemed capable of doing the job. He promised he could make the lights blink along to the beat of my favorite Christmas songs, and I was sold. Candy and I leaned against the hood of my car to watch him climb the ladder and work.
A heavy tool belt hung around his hips; the weight of his hammer seemed to be tugging down his jeans. Candy and I watched, waiting for what could be quite the show. Only it was not the show we expected. Such a good-looking young man should be hung! However, our little handyman was not!
As soon as we thought it would happen, it did. His toolbelt pulled his pants down as he stretched to pin a string of lights in place. I’m sure he wished he had put on boxers this morning because there was his little pecker! It sat atop his balls like a tiny little hat. Candy and I busted out laughing. He couldn’t get his pants up fast enough; we had already seen.
“I’m so embarrassed.” He blushed as he climbed down the ladder, but Candy and I wanted to get a better look. We hooked our arms through his elbows and told him not to worry.
“We just wanna see what that little thing can do.” I cooed as we lured him inside for more humiliation.
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