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When my wife asked if I could go and pay off the balance for our Hardwood floors at the store, I tried my hardest to contain my excitement. I gave a wary, “Sure” and asked about the details, seemingly indifferent to the request.

But secretly hoping to see the giant Sam once again.

It had been a week, and I couldn’t stop jerking off to the memories of his huge muscled olive-skinned body on top of me. The way he kissed. The way he felt. The way he moved. It was like some exotic god had just impregnated me with his divine seed, and I was craving for more.

I told her I would go early on the Saturday morning, hoping to catch the workers leaving perhaps for a job, or even getting the slight peek at Sam once again. And to set up another session with the big muscled man.

I threw on a pair of loose fitting grey shorts over my white jock and slid on a tight fitting tee. Needed to show off so that Sam knew what he had been missing this past week. My legs were tanned and looking fierce as I stepped into my trainers. Even I thought my ass looked good as I ducked out to my car just before 7am and headed to the flooring place. I knew that they opened early, and had a 7am start time on Saturdays.

I was disappointed to see an older shirt and tie guy at the front when I walked in, letting him know I was here to settle a balance for an installation. He was fat and out of shape, grey haired with a moustache and already looking like he was out of breath for just after 7am.

“Abraham!” He shouted into the back area behind the counter. I could see through the open doors a large warehouse area, and heard a voice call back before a familiar shape appeared. It was “Abe” the boss so to speak from the installation at my house. He looked good in a dark short sleeve shirt, his hairy arms on display from a pair of wide shoulders on his stocky frame. He had a slightly rounded gut that looked solid like the rest of him. His hardened features softened when he recognized me.

“Mr. Brian!” He shouted, lifting up his big hands before moving his right hand to his thick dark beard. His straight white teeth shining as his eyebrows raised in delight. His eyes roamed down over my body, taking me in before his smile turned into a grin and he cocked his head sideways. “You coming to work for us today dressed like that?”

I laughed, shoving my hands into my pockets and rocking nervously. “No, going to the gym after this stop.”

The older fat man walked away as Abe approached the counter. Without Sam next to him, Abe was an impressive looking man. His thick eyebrows frowned as he folded his massive arms onto the counter in front of him.

“Come work for us. We’ll give you a good workout.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure you would. I know how hard you work.”

He grinned back at me, rubbing his beard again in his hand. “We work very hard my friend. Very hard.” There was a slight pause before his eyebrows went up again and his voice changed. “I hope you are not hear to complain my friend.”

“Oh no!” I said holding up my hands and stepping up to the counter, resting my own muscular arms on it. I noticed Abe’s eyes look down as I did. “Not at all. Just here to pay off the rest of the invoice.” His eyes met mine. “And to seriously thank you for the work. It looks fantastic. I am so impressed with how it looks. You guys did a great job.”

“So you are here to pay and say thank you!” He beamed, slapping his hands down on the counter. I looked down at them. Large, manly looking. Dark hair splayed out nicely over his thick forearms. “Although, Sam said you already thanked him.”

My heart froze for a moment as I looked back up at him, but his eyes weren’t betraying anything more than the casual comment.

Catching my pause, Abe smiled wider. “Sam said you were so nice to let him use your facilities and you expressed your thanks to him.” He continued to smile at me, and I felt myself blushing.

“Oh. Yeah. I did. I mean, he did, yes. I thanked him.” My mind flashed to Sam pressing me up against the wall, and the way he smelled as he kissed me.

“If you are here to offer the same thanks, then I am very pleased.” Abe’s dark eyes seemed to widen and draw me in. His smile never wavered, and his hands flattened on the counter in front of us. I looked up to his face, his skin smooth, the coarse hairs of his thick beard adding to his strong features, the way his eyebrows hung over his eyes. But the look on his face was unmistakable.

I let my tongue come out of my mouth a bit and moisten my lips, wondering what was truly happening here. I turned around to make sure the older fat man was gone before I returned my gaze back to Abe’s. Without Sam next to him stealing the focus, Abe was a sexy man.

Just my type. Could I be this lucky?

“Well I am.” I said with a grin of my own. “And I want you to be as pleased as I am.” His grin remained. “More than willing to reward a man for hard work.”

This time Abe licked his lips, possible without even knowing he was doing so as he held my gaze. “Hardwood is my specialty, so I am happy to hear you are pleased. Satisfaction is important to me, as it is to Sam.” He leaned forward a bit. “And Sam did tell me you were very satisfied.”

My heart was thumping so hard I felt Abe could see it. I stood up straight, putting my hands in my pockets again and showing off my broad shoulders. I saw his eyes drift to down to my protruding pecs and he licked his lips again, like a hunter visualizing his prey.

“Definitely.” I cleared my throat and lowered my voice to match his, reading the cues. “So I’m here to clear the balance and make sure everything is paid off.”

One eyebrow raised on his olive toned face. “Paid off….” He mumbled, before he slapped his hands on the counter again lightly and stood up, pressing his waist into the counter, hiding his lower body from my view. His eyes scanned the empty counter and then looked up at me with that same grin. “I think your invoice is in the back. You could wait here, or help me look for it…?” He gave me an innocent look, letting his mouth hang open a bit, letting me see the plump full lips of his.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a nod. “I can help. I got time.”

He sort of slid along the counter, holding a big arm up and pointing to the end for me to come around. He waited, before he put his hands in his pockets no doubt to hide the growing excitement he too was feeling after the loaded conversation.

I slipped around the counter as he turned, giving me a nice view of his beefy ass. Something about these guys and their asses were enough to drive me wild. Abe was a more stocky version, not quite as muscled and chiseled as Sam, nor as tall, but he was built in his own right. And I was already fantasizing about what was underneath his clothes.

Abe led me around a few doors, into a warehouse type area that was loaded with boxes and crates. At the far end was an open garage and I could see the van that they used when they came to my house. No one else was in sight.

Abe turned over his shoulder and smiled at me. “This way I think. No one else is here just yet. Sam and Kareem are meeting me for 8 to go to a job but it’s only…” He checked his watch and smiled, then looked back up at me. “There’s lots of time.”

I suddenly felt a bit shaky as I followed him further into the back, wondering what he could potentially do. I remembered the way he yelled Sam’s name (Bassam!). Full of authority and volume. But his muscled looking back, the width of his shoulders, and the curve of his ass kept me going. I wanted to see more.

He came to a back area completely hidden from view amongst tall shelves of long boxes of hardwood. There was a dead end wall at the back, and when I turned around, I couldn’t see any sign of the store, or the open garage door, or the van, or anyone. Abe just turned suddenly, stopping towards the end of the grey brick wall and faced me, hands still in his pockets. He lifted his head, showing off a thick neck as he removed a hand from his pocket and placed it over his bulge.

“I think I found your bill Mr. Brian.” He said softly, pulling the material of his pants to show me the outline of a very thick rod in his crotch.

I licked my lips again, looking down at the area, suddenly shy. “Oh yeah?” I said like a stupid kid, taunting him more.

“Yeah.” He said with a grin. “I could see you eyeing Bassam and knew why he stayed back.” His eyes roamed over my body. “He said he enjoyed you a lot. That you looked good against him.” With each word his calloused hands continued to massage his meat, making it grow in his pants, showing me the outline of his cock stretching upwards across his thigh. There was quite a package in his pants.

I swallowed hard, letting my eyes stay down on the large treat waiting for me. I wanted him to show me, to open his pants.

He backed up slowly. With each step he playfully stroked his meat, then lifted his shirt up a bit to show off a hard round belly, surprisingly smooth, above the button of his pants. I watched his thick fingers undo it, and slowly push down the zipper, until his back was against the wall. And then he showed me.

I heard the gasp and my mouth fell open at the thickness of his meat, surrounded by a dark trimmed bush of pubic hair. His cock was veiny, large with a big bulbous head, cut and waiting for my attention.

“Look how hard you make me Mr. Brian.” He said quietly, pulling at his own piece, lifting his big balls out of his pants to hang over top. I was at him in a flash.

On my knees I went right down and took him straight in, tasting the freshly showered man, the feeling of his pubes on my face as I went right down. He was thick, but not overly huge so I could easily deep throat the man. His rough hand came on the back of my neck as he fed me his dick, my hands moving to his covered thighs to feel the thickness of him at my touch as I gagged on the girth of his meat.

“Oh yes take it.” He murmured above me, gently holding my head as I began to bob up and down on him, slurping on that veiny cock like a hungry baby. He tasted amazing, drops of pre-cum coating my tongue as I throated him. I grabbed the base, amazed at the size of it, my fingers barely touching wrapped around it and licked it from tip to base and then back up again, squeezing that big head to see more liquid emerge before I hungrily swallowed it whole again.

He stood there against the wall letting me blow him, oblivious to the fact that this was his work place, or that I was a married customer. I didn’t care either. Until he pushed me away and lifted his shirt off, tossing it to the side.

He was thick and stocky, and a sight to see. I was surprised to see his how fit he was. Just the roundness of his stomach was the only flaw, but even that looked fucking sexy on him. And he was smooth all over, save for the area around that mean looking cock.

He grabbed me and steered me to the wall, pushing me lightly into the cold brick with one hand as his other pulled at my shorts.

“Nice.” He said when he saw my white jock strap. I could feel the air hit my bare cheeks, and then a thick rough finger running down one side of me, into my crack, and digging for my hole.

I gasped as he found it, forcing a finger straight into me before his body pressed behind me.

“You want more wood Mr. Brian?” He said as he replaced his finger with that bulbous cockhead of his. I felt him pushing, not waiting, not adding any lube or anything, his thick pecs suddenly digging into my shoulder blade.

“I need spit first.” I turned to him, feeling his beard at my neck. He obliged right away, letting a thick wad drop straight down onto his shaft. With his thumb he rubbed it in and then rammed it forward into my dark crevice.

I gritted my teeth and found myself pushing backwards, wanting this Arab man suddenly. With only a bit of resistance, I saw stars and let out a moan as he plunged into me, those hairs around the base of him tickling my backside as his hands clamped around my throat.

He started to fuck without any mercy. Holding my head by the throat, trapped against the wall, this big solid brute just started to plow me. Hard. No words. No sounds. No tender kisses. Just one rough hard pounding against a brick wall.

As I turned to see his furrowed brow, the determination on his face, the tightening of his lips as he concentrated in fucking me, I realized that I was loving this sensation.

“Oh my god fuck me!” I heard my voice moan out in between slapping sounds of his body connecting with mine.

“Your god is not fucking you. I am.” He grunted, leaning into my ear. “And you’ll remember it.”

I grunted with him as he reached into the front of my shorts and found my thick rod already swollen with blood. He fisted it and jerked it as he matched his own rhythm. I pushed my ass backwards to take him deeper, giving him a better angle. He released my neck and grabbed my hair, yanking my head down so my chin went up in the air.

“Yes!” I whispered. “Oh fuck yes!”

He growled and bit my shoulder. “Who’s fucking you?”

“You are.” I snapped back.

“Say my name.” He snarled into me.

“Abe. Fuck me Abe!” I heard him groan and pick up the speed, letting go of my hair to grab my waist with both hands to really give it to me. Relentlessly, he fucked me hard, rabbit punching my guts, not caring if it was too rough. He fucked me like a beast.

I grabbed my own cock, feeling the surge of cum rising to the surface at this drilling. He was hitting all the spots in me and I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was he at this rate.

I turned sideways, letting my head rest on my forearm above me as I jerked. I could see his face near my neck, see his eyes watching his own cock pummel my ass, see the grin on him as he watched. Until he looked up at me, watching him.

He gave a little nod. “Want me to shoot inside you like Sam did?”

“Yes!” I begged, feeling the point of no return in my balls. He went up on his toes and drilled me harder, making me explode as he did. Cum shot out of my cock and hit the brick wall in front of me, rope after rope as he kept going. Until he too felt it rising and went up inside me deeper, faster and forced me into the wall to unload inside me. I still had my cock in my grip, still letting drops escape as he grunted out loud and let all of his juices flood my insides.

I knew when he was done because he gave one last deep thrust and then pulled back suddenly, leaving me gaping and lonely.

I turned back to see him admiring the view, looking at my ass as I clenched myself shut to keep him all inside me.

“Don’t move.” He said, pulling his pants back up over his thighs and tucking his deflating cock inside. He stepped around the corner and disappeared from sight, leaving me suddenly scared in this vulnerable position.

But when I saw Sam rounding the corner, all 6’5” of his powerful frame approaching,  already undoing his pants, I didn’t feel so vulnerable after all.

I felt even hungrier.