Handyman Himansh In A CFNM Situation

Dear Readers, This is my real sex story. I’m Himansh K., 22 y/o civil engineering graduate living in Delhi with my parents. My engineering job with an MNC company is yet to start in a few months, so nowadays I usually just hang out with my friends the entire day besides helping out my younger brother with his homework and physical exercise.

I’m a fitness enthusiast and even though I have a lean body, I have worked hard to sculpt it very well. My father owns a small business of handymen. It’s a group of 5-6 men who can be employed on a temporary basis for aiding with small construction tasks, electrical tasks, painting/denting etc. Well, the Indian culture is funny like that – we’d call somebody else to fix every tiny problem we face.

My father wasn’t pleased by the fact that I was not doing any work for these couple of months before work starts and he insisted (rather ordered) that I fill in for one of his handymen who was on vacation. I really didn’t have a choice, so I accompanied my father to his office and was given a pair of black denim overalls to wear.

This was apparently the uniform, so I took off my jeans and slipped into these overalls over my white t-shirt. I really thought I looked silly but didn’t think it was gonna go well with my father if I had asked to wear my normal clothes. Anyway, I was posted off to Vasant Kunj to help a lady out with a few paint jobs and a bit of water system maintenance. My father estimated that it will be a full day job and that I can possibly handle it given my qualifications.

I picked up a bike and was on my way. I reached the house and rung the bell, to find three young looking girls – Sanaya, Yamini, and Rose. They told me that apparently, the older lady who had put in the call was the landlady, and these girls are just tenants for a couple of years till they complete their graduation from a nearby South Campus college. To me, they seemed not more than 19-20 years old. “You are too young to be a handyman, I think”, Yamini said while walking me to the room that needed the paint-job. “Hahaha, actually my dad runs the business and I’m just helping him out.

I am an engineer and I start work with an MNC soon”, I responded. I think the girls were much more comfortable thinking it was a decent good looking boy who showed up at their door and not some creepy older man. They offered me coffee and we chatted for a couple of minutes. They even made fun of my overalls and my equipment belt, to which I responded that it only makes me look like Batman. They laughed at this lame attempt at a joke, and I proceeded to deal with the pumping and piping issue. I decided to get this out of the way first and then move on to painting.

So apparently in one of the bathrooms, one pipe was blocked which cut off the water supply to the shower. I decided to open the pipe from the middle randomly to figure out where the blockage is. So I just turned on the water pressure and started unscrewing pipes from the middle to see where the water reaches. I started from the shower pipe and made my way all the way back near the source of the pipe outside the bathroom and still, there was no water.

I was there for two hours only to realize that the blockage was near the source only. I was sweating and my shirt (whatever of it was visible outside the overalls) was drenched. Rose, in whose bathroom the issue persisted, even offered me to stop for a bit and take something cold. I politely refused and as soon as I uncapped the source, the water sprayed out from all angles from the mouth of the pipe. I soon got it under control but I was completely drenched.

I stopped the water pressure and took out of the piece of pipe out to mold it from between to ease the blockage. My t-shirt was incredibly wet but the denim was still only lightly damp. Sanaya had entered the bathroom listening to the commotion and suggested I dry the shirt off in the scorching sun for a bit. I concurred and said, “I anyway need to work on this pipe outside, I’ll do that”.

I walked out to their balcony, kept the pipe down, unhooked my overalls from the shoulders and the upper part just dropped down but the overalls were still held up at the waist. The balcony door was open and the girls could see me from the living room, but I really wasn’t feeling all that shy, so I took off my t-shirt and hung it on the railing for drying. I looked back my overalls from the left shoulder and let the right one hanging. I hated these overalls anyway and figured I’ll be back in my shirt soon. I started hammering out the pipe and at certain points, the girls came and stood near me. Most of my upper body was visible to them especially my right chest pec and all abs.

I was sweating profusely and the moist heat was just getting more annoying, so I stood up, and unhooked the left shoulder buckle also. The upper part of my overall fell immediately and I was standing shirtless in front of these three girls. I took the bottle of water and poured it on my head, and it dripped all the way to my abs. The cold water felt just godsent after the heat and sweat. I could feel like the girls were checking me out a little but then if there was a half-naked girl in front of me, I would be checking her out too. After a long session hammering the pipe out, I was sweating and my muscles were pretty pumped, and I walked across the living room to the concerned bathroom to fix the pipe back.

After completing this one job, I was invited to the living room for some cold coffee. I could hear calls for me, so I just wanted to get this done quickly. I fixed the pipe and stood in front of the tap and turned the faucet to see if the water is coming. As it turns out, the water supply was fixed but I forgot that the knob was in shower-mode and not tap-mode (it was one of those interconnected shower-tap connections). The shower turned on and even though I shut it in a second out of reflex, I was again drenched and this time completely.

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The girls came running, they laughed, and also got me a towel. I was drying my upper body off when I approached the living room, and as I was about to sit, I was reminded that my denim overalls are completely wet so I’ll probably wet the sofa too. I asked if I could take my overalls off since they were getting extremely uncomfortable wet also and had started to itch. “Sure they are your clothes, you do what you want with them”, said Yamini.

I was standing in front of the three of them when I pulled the overalls below my waist and off to my legs and finally completely off. I stood in my Jack n Jones light blue and white briefs that were only mildly wet. My plan was to immediately wear the towel around my waist, but before I could do that, Rose took the towel from me, folded it twice and placed it on the sofa indicating that it was gonna be safe to sit there for me. I couldn’t now pick that towel up to tie it around, so I just complied. I sat in my underwear, sipping some cold coffee and making conversation with three young girls.

After finishing the coffee, I got up to check on my clothes only to find that they were still wet. I was now getting more comfortable in my underwear, so I walked in like that and asked to start off on the painting. Apparently, one of the rooms had to be painted completely. Their last contractor left without informing, so even though they had all the material, they just didn’t have anybody professional to paint the walls. I told them that even I haven’t done this before but since I’m here I can try to give a crack at it.

We all laughed, and Rose mentioned how it would be fun to just paint it on your own. We decided to all paint together and see what’s the worst that can happen. I opened up the tubs of yellow, gray and blue paints, and we all took one wall each to start off. I actually starting having fun, because being from the same age group, we all had a lot in common to talk about. We were joking and laughing. At one point, Sanaya flicked her brush with force and it dropped all over Yamini, and she also colored Sanaya’s shirt in revenge. It was a mini paint-fight, and I just looked and giggled, when Rose strokes her brush across my abs horizontally. “What are you laughing it?”, Rose said.

I wasn’t sure whether I should respond or not. I mean the visuals of it are weird – almost naked handyman troubling three young girls with paint – I decided against doing anything. Just laughed it off. Sanaya and Yamini must’ve noticed this because they got a roller with gray paint from behind and painted over my entire back. I thought maybe we can be a little playful, so I picked up a small can of paint and threw it across on Sanaya, only to find that all of them attacked me with their brushes again.

At one point, we were all running after each other. Brushes were thrown off, so Yamini dipped her hands in yellow paint and dabbed it across my chest leaving two yellow handprints. Rose took some pink paint and rubbed it along my lower bank and on my ass from outside my briefs. All this running around playfulness continued for around 10 minutes when I slipped on some paint and fell to the ground. I wasn’t hurt but by the time I got up, the girls were in control of all the paint cans and tubs. I had no color, so I just said, “Now let’s work also. I accept defeat.” They just ignored it and laughed it off, and slowly started approaching me.

Sanaya came near my shoulder and poured the gray paint on the around my neck and it all started pouring and trickling down on the rest of my body reaching my undies and some drops on my legs. I was about to shout but she started rubbing the paint around my shoulders and neck. Yamini started rubbing the paint across my chest, making circles around my nipples till they were erect. Rose stood behind me and was rubbing my shoulders and then both her hands spread across either arm of mine, I automatically fan out my arms and flex them instinctively. Their hands then moved from my back to the front of my abdomen. Her hands were moving with so much rhythm, it almost felt like I’m their canvas to paint on.

The intensity of the moment was inexplicable and it felt extremely pleasurable to have that cold lead merge with the heat of your body. They emptied another can of pink and yellow paint on my legs, caressing each muscle of my upper thighs, slowly reaching around my inner thighs and groin. Suddenly, I realized that I’m getting hard and could feel the space inside my tight briefs filling up fast. I looked down slightly to see my underwear bulge rather intensely. I got awkward and shirked away from the girls softly. The moment of passion had passed, the girl’s expressions told me that even they realized that they got carried away.

To hide the sexual awkwardness that suddenly corrupted us for a few minutes, we all just gasped and laughed. “Haha, see what our little paint-fight did, we are all dirty and we are out of paint”, Sanaya said. The girls moved towards the nearest washroom and started washing off the paints of their hands and face. They had much little paint as compared to me. I picked up the towel and tried to wipe some of the paint away but it only got stickier.

I got to the bathroom to try to soap it out when Yamini looks back at me and says, “Oh, I think you’ll have to have a shower only, Himansh.” I laughed and said, “I guess so. You girls won this round for sure, I’m all covered in paint” and looked down upon my paint-laden body. “Can I go to some other bathroom, if you don’t mind?”, I continued. Yamini quickly answered, “No, just bathe in this bathroom only, we’re almost done.” I slowly walked towards the shower while these girls were cleaning themselves at the basin and waited for them to go out before I started.

A few minutes past, these girls were still at it, so I thought I’ll start wish washing myself with water while staying in my briefs and take them off to soap when they leave. I turned on the shower and starting rubbing my body to get the paint off. The water wasn’t helping at all, the paint was sticking to my body just more strongly.

Suddenly I see Rose looking at me, she picks up a bottle of shampoo and walks towards me. “Here, this will help. This paint is too strong, we’re sorry” she said. She came up behind me and starting rubbing the shampoo on my back. Then, Yamini also came with a soap bar and starting lathering my shoulders and chest. They both finally moved on to my lower abdomen and playing around my abs. The paint started soon wearing off from my upper body, but the girls, including Sanaya now, still continued moving their hands across my body to make sure there isn’t even one blob of a point on my skin.

The warm water was flowing across my face to my body, puddling around in my tight undies. I realized that I do need to get the paint off from my crotch and legs. I pondered over being naked in front of these three girls and my judgment was just overcome by the heat and steam in the shower, I muttered, “I need to get off the paint from here”, pointing towards my crotch. I should’ve felt awkward but I felt quite at ease – I slowly tugged on the elastic of my briefs and pulled them down and off. I didn’t try to hide my cock, it just sprung up in front of everyone.

The hot water now seeped down from my abs to my shaved groin and finally to my inner thighs cupping my balls. It felt very erotic. My yellow and pink colored cock was jumping up and twitching, while I just closed my eyes to enjoy the six hands moving around my body. The girls moved their hands across the ass-cheeks and onto the inner thighs.

At one point, Sanaya used both her hands to cup and dig her nails into my ass cheeks and moved them further apart. On my front, Yamini and Rose were soaping my upper thighs, with their hands intentionally and majestically rubbing against my scrotum and penis. Finally, Rose took some shampoo and asked, “Should I clean that out for you?”, she asked, and even without waiting for a response, she held my 9-inch long dick in her right hand.

It was barely fitting, so she took her other hand and cupped it completely and starting massaging the soap in a downward to upward motion. Yamini starting playing with my balls, being very careful and soft with her massaging my testicles. Then Yamini put her hands on my penis, and pulled the foreskin back, revealing a very pink dick-head. She took some soap and with her finger massaged the head in a circular motion.

The water was now turned off, but our passion wasn’t dying out, they continued moving their hands across my wet body. I tried to cup their boobs multiple times, but they always would take my hand and put it on the top of my head so that my hands don’t come in their way. Soon, the water on my body also dried out, and I was gently pushed against the wall, and they all started sucking my dick one by one. Soon, the moment passed and I took my clothes and walked off.

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