Check Out My Hardwood

Holy fuck, I thought to myself as the last of the three men entered my home. They all looked Mediterranean, Arab, something in that region. All dark and speaking to one another in a language I didn’t understand. They were all striking, all good looking men in a foreign, masculine way. They all had dark trimmed beards and all three of them exuded male testosterone in a rugged, dark and hairy way. But it was the towering final man that literally made me gasp out loud.

“Hey.” I said, looking up the muscular chest into the dark brown eyes of the last man entering. He actually ducked coming in, sizing him up at 6’5” easily. And wide and solid with dark skin and a dark thick beard to match. He looked down at me and gave me a small pursed lip smile as I stood back.

“Good.” The shortest one said as he looked around the first floor. The three of them quickly assessed the area, noting how I had prepped each room, removing all furniture, all carpeting, the sub floors exposed.

“It’s all ready. Every last staple removed too.” I said to the first man who nodded emphatically. Even though I was 32, I felt like a little boy standing next to these three brooding men, especially as the last guy stood to my right and seemed to be peering down at me as he folded his arms across his big chest. I turned to him, my eyes level with his nipples and glanced down his tight fitting black shirt. His was well muscled but had a trim waist, showcasing a nice v-shaped upper body. I could literally see the outline of his abs through his shirt.

“Nice. Very good.” The shortest one said again. “No problem.” He pointed his thumb back to the door, and said something to them that I didn’t catch. I watched the other two turn and leave, heading back to the van in my driveway with the flooring name painted across the side. My wife and I had decided to put in hardwood on our main floor, and we were finally getting it all done. The kids were either at school or daycare, and my wife was working as I stayed to let the guys in for our scheduled two days service. The shorter guy, Abe as he told me to call him, walked me through the areas as he checked out my handywork. Abe was a few inches taller than me, olive skinned and stocky with a hard looking body and a round firm gut. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off a thick hairy arm.

“You do this?” He asked as I heard my front door open again and I spotted the tall hulking man entering with two boxes of hardwood under one arm.

“Yeah. Got it all prepped for you as promised.”

The hulk smiled at me and I noticed the nice straight white teeth on him, his beard a dark contrast.

“Nice job. You should work with us.” Abe said as he slapped me on the back and moved quickly to the door to assist as I caught the back of the giant. The big man was wearing a pair of green cargo type pants that hugged his lower body like a glove. His ass was perfectly round and plump, curving from his back like a ramp. My mouth began to water as I watched his biceps bulge out as he picked up the next box as the other guy carried one more our way.

I backed into our kitchen to give them space, looking up as much as I could as the big guy brought in the last box. I watched him discreetly, noting the way he moved, the smile on his handsome face as he talked with his coworkers, the shape of his body, the muscles in his body flexing with every shift. Like a boy in a candy shop, I was hungry for this man. He not only stood out in height from the other two, but he was built like a god, and seemed so much more handsome than the other two. At least in my eyes.

Because I was looking at him so much, he looked back each time. He didn’t say much, just giving me smiling looks, or simple stares as he caught me watching. I went to my computer on the island as they began working around me in our living room area, my back mostly to them. But every now and then I would turn to see the progress as the hardwood began to fill in the space. And whenever I turned around, the giant man looked at me in return.

After an hour I went to our fridge and took out three water bottles. The hulking giant was alone in the living room knocking together a few more boards as the other two had moved into our connecting den area. I peeked into the den and held up the bottles for the two guys who graciously took them. I went back to the island and picked up the third bottle and turned to face the big guy in the living room.

“Water?” I asked holding up a bottle.

He stood up straight, a small line of sweat darkening the middle of his pecs through his form fitting tee. His arms seemed bigger than before, and his smile suddenly bright white with perfectly straight teeth.

“Ah, exactly what I need. Thank you so much.” His voice was deep, smooth, and perfectly articulated. It wasn’t what I was expecting from this behemoth. He held out his giant hand and I passed the bottle to him. He opened it right up and tilted his head back to drink. I stared as I watched his neck thicken, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he drank half of it straight down in front of me. With one hand on his hip, he looked like he was posing for me, and it seemed like he was drinking in slow motion.

“Looking good.” I said as he lowered his head and licked his lips before those dark eyes came back to mine. He smiled and let his eyes shift to the floor for a moment before coming back to mine.

“Glad you approve.” He took another drink and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Nothing beats hardwood.” He smiled wider, staring at me.

I let that comment sink in before I could respond, wondering if I could be this lucky. “Have to agree with you on that one.” I felt my heart racing as I stood in front of him. His smile was entrancing. He had that masculine tough guy look without even trying. Mind you, the build on him screamed don’t mess with me, but his eyes seemed soft, and soulful. As if I could tell that by just staring back at him.

I heard the shorter guy bellow out “Bassam!” to him, and he turned his head sideways and responded with a cool “Yeah?” He put his tool down and turned completely around to face the two in the adjoining room, giving me a nice view of his bubbled ass and big lats before he looked back. I flashed to a thought of another muscled god from my trip to Egypt, and suddenly felt like my heart was beating out of my chest.

“Bassam?” I repeated and saw him look over that rounded bulging shoulder of his.

He nodded. “You can call me Sam.” He winked and then moved towards his co-workers in the other room, taking the other two bottles I had in my hand with him, leaving me to watch his bubbled ass move from side to side as he walked away from me. My loins were screaming at this point and I felt my face growing red as I watched.

It turned even redder when he looked back over his shoulder and caught me staring.

I came out of my trance and went to the kitchen to grab myself a drink, trying not to watch the men any further. But every time I noticed “Sam” enter the room, I couldn’t HELP but watch. He was like a wet dream, walking around my house, begging to be stared at. And I was obliging.

By the end of the day I had my mind full of fantasies about him, and pictures in my brain of what I thought he looked like naked. He had a sizeable bulge, and big hands which only added to my racing thoughts. I started checking out the other two guys too, brooding manly men in their own right that if it wasn’t for Sam, I’d probably be drooling over them too. I got lost in the idea of all three of them naked in my living room for a moment when I heard a voice call out to me.

“Mr. Brian, we are finished for today.” It was Abe, the shortest of the three men, coming closer to me in the kitchen. I nodded at him, standing up in front of him. I noticed Abe was only a couple inches taller than me, closer to six feet, and stocky for his size. He held out his hand, which I took and shook, noting how strong he felt, and how calloused his hands were. I got lost in the handshake as he held it firmly. “We will be back tomorrow. Maybe half day only?” His smile brightened up his face and I found myself nodding again.

“Excellent.” Was all I said as my eyes roamed over to the other two. The one wasn’t looking at me. But Sam was.

My insides flipped as I he stood there staring at me with a grin, his big hands in his pockets, making two fist sized bulges on either side of the already big package I could make out. Everything about this man seemed large. He held the stare as Abe and the third man moved around him, and then gave me a wink.

“See you tomorrow.” He said and turned, his green cargo pants hugging his ass finely as he kept his hands in his pockets.

All night I thought about him, anticipating the next day, wondering if I was reading the signals properly. I had ended things not too long ago with Bill and was way overdue for some cock. This was something I could really sink my teeth into. Sam was something I could really, REALLY sink my teeth into.

With everyone gone to work and school and daycare, and another day of finishing touches on the floors, I got dressed in something a little more obvious and enticing - a pair of shorts, a workout shirt that clung to my muscular frame, and stayed barefoot. I was anticipating these three flooring guys more than I could handle. There was an excitement fluttering through me as I anxiously awaited their arrival.

So when only Abe and the third guy, Kareem, showed up, I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

“Just you two today? Where’s the big guy?” I asked casually.

Abe moved past me, Kareem’s eyes on me as he strolled inside carrying his tools.

“Sam is meeting us here. He’s on his way.” Abe said as he put his stuff down in the dining room area which was the last floor to finish just off our main door. Kareem placed his tools down on the floor and looked over me with this half gaze, as if he was seeing me for the first time. Again, without Sam in my mind, I would gladly take both these guys on.

But when they turned to begin, ignoring me completely, I shuffled back to my spot in the kitchen and kept checking the door for Sam’s arrival.

About 20 minutes later, there was a sudden knock on the door and as I leaned back from my position at my island to view the door, there he was, filling in the doorway, dressed in a dark green t-shirt hugging his meaty pecs and a pair of beige workpants. I waved him in, and he nodded, stepping inside and holding up a large hand.

“Thank you Sir. Apologies for being a bit late.” He put his hand to his heart and gave me a nod before he added. “Hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head. “No worries Sam. Good to see you.” I smiled back and just stared at him, watching him kick off his big boots and then step sideways out of my view to the other two already hammering away.

I didn’t see them for the next two hours as they worked, finishing off the dining room and then adding the finishing touches with the molding and the transition pieces. I almost lost track of time until I finally heard Abe announce that they were done. He brought in papers, moved me around the rooms to inspect, showed me the addition of the moldings and the transitions from room to room to ensure I was satisfied while the other two busied themselves by gathering up tools and materials and making trips in and out. My eyes kept darting to the movements in my periphery, catching Sam smiling at me, or noting the size of his arms as he carried things out.

And then we were all at the door, thanking them for their excellent job. Sam almost seemed to linger, or so I thought, as they finally all walked out, Sam walking slower than the others, talking to them on my front lawn. I stood at the screen door watching, Sam’s broad shoulders and the curve of his ass in this set of pants made me give a “mmm” out loud. I noticed Abe and Kareem finally move to the van parked in my driveway as Sam hesitated, glancing slightly back to me but not fully, before he slowly turned to his own vehicle, which I was assuming was parked on the road beside my house. I watched the van back up and then turn, Kareem the passenger side waving to someone as they turned left.

I let out a sigh, disappointed that I had a house to myself and three hot Arab men just walked away. I turned away and headed for the kitchen to look at my work when a knock came on the door and I spun around to see the hulk Sam standing there with a big grin.

“Sorry to bother you again.” He said through the screen, that big hand on his chest again.

I moved fast to the door, hoping this was the beginning of a porn scene. “No worries Sam.” I opened the door. “Did you forget something?”

He paused for a second, staring down at me, then lowered his chin to his chest. “Sorry, I’m just wondering if I could use your washroom before I go.”

I held the door open and stepped to the side, giving a little laugh. “Absolutely! Come on in.”

I got a whiff of his cologne as he went by, mixed with his sweat from his morning work at my house. He smelled like leather, sort of woody, like a huge oak tree with an air of something floral and light. I wanted to follow him to figure it out, but resisted as he kicked off his boots again before walking right to our powder room down our short hallway to our den.

I went back to the kitchen, my heart beating, realizing I had this mammoth man in my house alone. I tugged at my shorts, making sure my package was in place and tried to will it to stay down in case I was reading this all wrong. But then again, surely he could have gone to the washroom while the others were here before they packed up?

I heard the toilet flush and the sound of water running. I took a deep breath and pretended to act as normal as possible as I heard the door open and waited for him to appear. When I turned, the outline of the sun shining in from the front door shaped his body like a chart for the perfect male specimen. His traps were sloped from his thick neck, down to his round delts, that curved into his even rounder biceps. His lats showed off that v-shaped figure, which flared out to his massive thighs barely contained in his pants. When he stepped forward in his gray sock feet, his face came into view.

I noticed his thick dark hair, shaved at the sides in a fade. He had the same thick dark eyebrows, the pronounced veins in his arm, and those round bulging biceps that were stretching the fabric of his shirt sleeves. This was a big man. And I didn’t want him to leave.

“Thank you so much sir.”

“Please, call me Brian.” I stood as straight as I could, puffing out my own muscled chest. I put my hands on my hips and squared myself to him, comparing our size difference. I felt like a dwarf next to him at only 5’9”. “And thank you Sam for doing such amazing work. It looks great.”

He smiled, his thick nose flaring as he breathed in. “Glad you approve. I like to work hard and see the satisfaction in faces.” He nodded, glaring at me.

I could feel my dick thickening as his voice soothed me. He matched my stance, putting his own hands on his hips, holding my gaze with his smile. Fuck he was handsome as hell.

“Oh I approve. Very much.” I said swallowing hard as I suddenly felt my mouth go dry.

Sam took a step forward, closing the distance a bit between us. “You know, I am wondering if you considered other hardwood before making this selection?”

There was a different tone to his voice now, as he moved, and I could feel my pulse quicken. He was definitely interested.

I licked my lips and shifted my stance, taking a step forward as well and leaning against the side wall as he neared me. Our eyes were locked, and our grins were hiding the same thoughts.

“No, just this one. Once I see something I like, I go for it. Especially when it comes to hardwood.” I gave a little “hmph” at the end, widening my grin as he stepped another inch forward, making me smell his scent again and filling my brain with his delirious aroma.

And then he simply stepped right up to me and leaned against the same wall I was resting on, staring down at me, his nipples apparent under his shirt as they came closer to me. One big hand went up beside my ear to the wall, and I could feel his breath on me as he stood inches from me. “See something you like little man?” His voice was soft yet deep, commanding - yet I wasn’t scared.

My blue-grey eyes peered up at him, those big dark brown ones staring down at me. His white smile was small as his voice dropped and he seemed to be suddenly serious, but he was still smiling. I could see his pecs at my eye level slowly moving up and down as he waited for my response.

“Because I see something I like. Very much.” He grinned wider, and put up his other hand against the other side of my head and sort of spread his legs a big as if he was getting ready to be frisked. But I was in between him and the wall. “And I think I should go for it.”

“Oh yeah?” I said quietly.

“Maybe it’s time you checked out my hardwood.” He said quietly and looked down at his own groin. My eyes followed the trail, and I could see the side of his leg showcasing a rather sizeable appendage. It was like a tube was in his pocket. “Go on. Feel how hard it is already.”

My hand moved to the bulge slowly, and as soon as I touched it, Sam breathed in, sucking in air through his slightly open mouth. I gripped the shaft, trying to find the full outline through those beige workpants. It felt thick, and solid. He pressed forward, making sure I got a good grip.

“Wanna see it?” He whispered.

“Yes.” I breathed out as his hands went to his own button and he stood back, squaring up in front of me. I was still resting against the wall, my back against it, staring up at this muscled giant in my foyer, my eyes shifting from his to his big hands undoing his pants.

And then there it was – his meaty, thick cock. Cut. Flopping out to the side and then swiveling to point directly at me. He had a trimmed bush, just on the top, no hair anywhere else on his midsection or even his legs. He was shaved everywhere, veins outlining his blood lines in a sexy way. His cock was the same colour as his legs, a dark golden brown, and the perfectly shaped mushroom capped head of his dick was already leaking a drop of pre-cum.

My hand went out automatically, lusting for the feel of another muscled man’s cock once again. It felt hot, heavy, and full. I tugged at it, looking up at his face, seeing those eyes watching me.

“Go on. Taste it little man. I know you want to.” His voice was soothing, almost enticing in a soft whisper. But I didn’t need any prodding. I was moving towards it before he finished his second sentence.

His gasp was manly, and I felt him leaning forward, putting his hands back on the wall above me as I crouched down to taste his meat. He smelled amazing, manly, totally intoxicating. I felt my senses kick in as I breathed him in and opened my mouth wide to take in the girth of him. Had to be six or seven inches around, and a bit bigger than my own 8 inches of cut white meat. His pre-cum tasted salty, but sweet. His cock tasted good, my nose pressed into his neatly shaped pubic hair, until I felt that big hand on the back of my head, holding my face into his crotch, forcing me to push backwards on his solid thighs before I choked on it.

 I came off him in a loud gasp, my own saliva dripping from the base of his cock. “Fuck what a cock!” I moaned, stroking my spit into it before diving back down on it. He gripped my hair and let me guide myself on him for a while but still holding onto me as if he was in control. Then both his hands were on me and I looked up to see him watching me slurping on his dick, an evil grin on his face as his eyes locked on mine.

“Such a good cocksucker. Not your first?”

I pulled it out and shook my head. “Nope. But fuck….what a nice cock!” I grinned up at him. He bent over and moved his big hands to my mouth and squished my cheeks together, forcing my mouth open and dropped a big wad of spit into it before he shoved me back on his dick. The combination of the taste of his own fluid and the taste of his cock made me groan as I sucked him like a pro. I could hear his grunts above me as he held my head in both hands still and fucked my face for a while longer.

My jaw was getting tired after the rough face fucking, but I couldn’t stop. My hands were finding bare flesh, feeling the solidness of his thick thighs, and then moving around to feel his muscled ass flexing as he pumped my mouth. He was so smooth and felt like granite that I couldn’t stop my hands from searching. Soon his pants were at his ankles and my fingers were moving up and down his legs as I continued to bob up and down his big shaft.

Big hands were suddenly under my armpits, lifting me up. Then I was against the wall, Sam’s big body pressing into me hard. His big dick was sandwiched between us, my hands on his bare ass as his body weight practically stopped me from breathing.

“You like getting fucked little man?” He said through a growl, his big hands sliding down the sides of me and reaching under me to my ass. One of his large hands practically covered both cheeks and he squeezed. “This little ass looks amazing, but by the way you suck dick, I bet you can take a big rod up there.”

I was staring up at his lips as he spoke, his mouth dangerously close now to my face. I could feel his breath on my cheeks, and I couldn’t help but part my own lips. I wanted to kiss him. I NEEDED to kiss him. But by the way he was acting, I wasn’t sure he’d be into it.

His one hand remained on my ass as his other one suddenly appeared at the side of my face. Thick fingers started to caress my cheek, until his forefinger moved around my lips. Sam smiled as he watched me, tracing the contours of my lips and cheek with his finger, before he paused at the middle of my separated lips.

“What do you want little man? Right now?”

I froze, feeling my breath catching, his dark eyes peering into my light ones. I could feel his cock throbbing on my shirt, my hands still hanging onto his clenched ass. His finger slid in between my lips and I instinctively sucked it in, letting my tongue lap under it. Sam moved it in a bit further, still watching me, still smiling. He pulled his finger out a bit and raised an eyebrow.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered.

“I want to kiss you.” I heard myself say.

He smiled, letting his finger continue to trace my pouting lips. “Well then. Go for it.”

Without a word, I leaned into him slowly. I felt my head move to him tentatively as he held his face still. As I watched him drawing near, watching his lips open slightly, watching his eyes remain open as his face got bigger as it neared me. And as my lips hovered over his in a breathless moment, he paused.

“Have you kissed a man before?” He whispered.

I nodded, still pinned to the wall, my heart racing like mad as he breathed his hot breath on my own lips. We were mere centimeters away from locking lips and I was almost shaking in anticipation.

And then I felt his tongue snake out and lick my bottom lip. I groaned reflexively and felt it again. I let my lips part more just in time to feel his mouth clamp over mine and his tongue invade my mouth completely. I breathed in deeply through my nose as his body pressed into me further and our mouths moved in unison as if we had kissed before. He knew how to kiss. Boy did he ever.

My hands left his ass and slid up his wide back, feeling every rippling muscle along the way until I was clutching his shoulders, completely lost in kissing this man. He then stood up straight, taking me with him as my arms hung around his shoulders. My feet left the ground and wrapped around his waist as he hoisted me up in his big arms, our tongues searching each other frantically. Sounds filled the small foyer as we made out like lovers.

I was suddenly aware that we were in my hallway and my front door was open. But I didn’t want to stop kissing him. He knew what he was doing. Our bodies were responding as my hands groped him, and his hands were all over me.

My brain finally kicked in and I broke away from his thick luscious lips. “Wait.” I turned to the door. “Close the front door.”

Sam simply turned our bodies and with me in his arms and my legs wrapped around him, he took a few long strides to the door and allowed me to close it before he backed me up against it, lifting me higher, getting his fingers under me.

We groaned for a while, banging me into the hard door as our mouths worked nonstop, until it was Sam’s face that pulled off, momentarily staring into my blue-grey eyes. “I want to properly fuck you. Not here. Can we go upstairs?”

I nodded but before I could tell him where, he turned again, carrying me easily as he went to the stairs and moved up them slowly. I pointed to the right and he quickly went to the open door of my bedroom and strode directly to the bed. He laid me down, and then stepped back and peeled his shirt off slowly, revealing a sculpted upper body.

“Holy shit.” I muttered, sitting up and reaching for his massive pecs with both hands. Sam let me touch him, breathing in as he stood at the side of the bed and pushed his pants down to reveal an equally impressive set of thighs. My hands just moved to the flesh he was exposing, feeling the hard work of pumping iron, running my hands along the outer veins travelling along his body above his skin. He felt rock hard, and from the bulge of the rod in his black briefs travelling up to the left, I knew he was ready for more.

I tugged at his underwear and saw that heavy monster flop out. I let my legs dangle off the bed and pulled his big ass to me as I hunched over to suck his cock some more. I got a few deep sucks in before he gently eased me off and then stepped back.

“I want to see you.” He said, reaching down to pull of his socks, and then his underwear. Here he was completely naked, waiting for me to take off my clothes.

I stared at him as I lifted my shirt off and then stood on my own bed, now just a bit taller than him. He watched, absent mindedly pulling at his own cock as he watched me strip. When I pulled my boxers down, his eyes widened and he smiled.

“That’s a nice piece you have.” His big hand stretched forward and grabbed hold of me, pulling me to him with it. He stroked it as his head looked up and I went in for another passionate lip lock. He kissed me slowly, letting his thick tongue invade my mouth, before it began its own journey, around my lips, and then down my chin, my Adam’s apple, and then slowly licked its way down my smooth chest and abs.

Sam let me stand on my bed as he went down on one knee and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and took my dick in his mouth. His mouth was wet, warm, and deep. He took me all the way down, making me reach up to steady myself with the ceiling. His big hands roamed around to my ass, covering my cheeks with both paws easily, long fingers digging into me as he moved my body back and forth as he sucked my cock.

He turned me around suddenly and brought my ass straight to his face, where that long thick tongue licked my crevice. I tried to regain my balance, but ended up kneeling down, feeling his hands push me forward until my face was on my bed and my ass was in the air. He worked my ring with his fingers and tongue, spitting and licking, sucking on my hole, and lubing me up. He knew what he was doing, and enjoyed the time.

So did I. I was moaning and reaching behind to spread my ass wider for him, feeling his hands on me as I did. He held my hands in his at one point as his worked his tongue into my hole, stabbing me with it, fucking me with it, flicking it upward and making me gasp until I was begging for him to fuck me.

Without a word, his knees came around me on the bed and he moved me upward, putting his body weight on mine and lining up his cock to the entrance to my tunnel. I heard him spit again and then he pushed his way in, inch by inch, waiting for me to give way. He attempted a few times, trying to get the thick head of his cock into me, but he never waivered or shifted. Just held his own dick in his hand while holding my neck, keeping me face down into the bed as he prepared to invade me.

When the head slipped in, I let out a thunderous, long moan.

My breath quickened as I adjusted, feeling the enormous pressure swell through me. He was wide. VERY wide.

“Just breathe.” His voice whispered over me. More of him slid in, making me moan even louder. He stopped only briefly, but as he moved his leg over me and began to settle in, my ass gave way and he slid the entire way in as his body covered mine.

I grabbed his hands that were now at my head and held on to his chunky wrists. His nose nuzzled into my cheek and I heard him exhale onto my neck as I groaned into submission.

“So ready for me.” He murmured into me, going down on his elbows around me, both legs of his on the outside of my body, making my ass squeeze tighter around his rod embedded in me.

“Oh my god.” I moaned, feeling my body revelling in the weight of him on me, the feeling of his thickness pulsing in me, and the heat from his breath calming me. “You feel so good.”

He gently kissed the side of my face. “So do you sweet one. Very good.” He moved his arms and I let go of his wrists, both arms now snaking around me, under me, to hold me like a serpent with its prey. I felt my body shifting to fit into his bigger, more muscular one. It was like I was fitting into all of his curves, all of his crevices, as his cock punched even deeper into me.

I moaned again, and then felt his hips lifting slightly, beginning a very slow and sensual movement, my ass responding like a spark on a firecracker igniting. I closed my eyes at the feeling of being taken like this, completely surrounded by muscle, a thick cock starting to send me over the edge already with gentle movements. I bit down on his forearm near my mouth, feeling the thin hairs on it. I found his hand with mine, and clasped my fingers into his. And when I turned my head slightly, his nose was rubbing against me, feeling so soft compared to the hardness of him everywhere else.

He held me like this down on my bed for what seemed like forever, never changing his speed, or position. Then with one deeper thrust which made me practically squeal out, he moved his leg over mine and used his knee to split me wider, then leaned back on his other leg and took hold of my left leg and turned me around while I remained impaled with his dick. That feeling made my eyes shoot open as he manipulated my body and readjusted over me.

With my legs now open wide on either side of him, he towered over me, arms straight down, hands at my waist as he held himself up, his hips pressed into holding himself still. I felt his cock flex inside me and he grinned, that handsome face looking down at me. He leaned over and came at me, opening his mouth for a kiss which I reciprocated willingly. My hands went up his back, riding over mountains of muscle to his rounded shoulders just as he started to pump into me in that same steady pace.

My feet moved up his legs and met at the middle of his ass, crossing at the ankles, my legs now wrapped around him. Sam lowered himself down a bit, feeling his nipples brushing my skin as he lowered his head beside mine. His hands slid under me again, moving along my back, his fingers digging into me to hang on to me. His thrusts were getting more forceful, his pace increasing.

“I’m going to shoot inside you.” He said firmly into my neck. My hands went to his head, feeling the size of it, the thick hair on the top. I grabbed his neck as my body started to shake in anticipation. His dark eyes met mine and I nodded, feeling the excitement building in me. His slow fuck was bringing me to the point of no return. Without either of us touching my cock.

“Fuck me.” I said softly, then repeated it. His grin widened as he felt me shuddering under him. My eyes half closed and I started to groan. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” I said over and over, losing total control as this giant man punched my prostrate in a steady, unflinching manner. I felt like a woman as the orgasm takes over. My fingers dug into his flesh, and I heard him growling, his rhythm only increasing slightly, as if he was trying NOT to fuck me faster.

“I’m going to shoot.” Was all I heard as I bucked suddenly, feeling my cum erupt light a bullet from me. I shook uncontrollably, banging my forehead into his arm, my ass lifting and working his shaft faster, bringing him along for the ride. His growling became more vocal and I felt his fingers tighten under me. “Yes, yes, yes…” He kept repeating as I shuddered under him, letting all of my juices flow out of me as I hung on to his body.

And with one sharp slam, he let me have his load. He arched into me, head flying up as his upper body extended above me. I watched every sinew of muscle contract and tighten. He shivered and gave another smaller thrust, his face contorted in pleasure as more spilled out. I felt wetness between my thighs, feeling his cum already leaking out as he pumped into hard for the third time. My legs tightened around him as if I didn’t want him to escape from my ass, and felt his ass squeeze out another round. Then a fifth and final shove, and his eyes opened and he looked down at me.

His one hand came over my forehead, wiping the sweat from my brow and moving his lips to mine to kiss me. He began to move still, slowly pumping his still hard cock in me, spilling more of his sperm out as he did. For a moment I thought he was just going to keep fucking me, but eventually he stopped. His deep kisses turned to pecks. His hand kept stroking my head. And then his eyes opened and he just looked at me, all movement stopped.

“How do you feel?” He asked me after a moment.

It was an odd question, but I smiled. “Very good.”

“This is how I really lay hardwood.” He said suddenly, and I laughed out loud, as did he, his cock slipping from me in a wet mess.

He rolled over, off of me, and I couldn’t help but sit up and admire his body, my hands running over his chest as he turned to look at me.

“I would like to visit you again.”

I moved my body closer, to feel his heat and mass next to me. I draped a leg over his, and he widened his leg to allow me. “I’d like that too.”

“I like to fuck.” He said simply.

I laughed again. “Well you’re very good at it.” I looked down at his cock which was still hard. It was glistening, covered in his own cum. His hand slid down his ripped body to it, and pushed it up. I watched him slowly rub it before I caught him looking at me.

In the unspoken silence I moved over him and straddled him, feeling his hard cock behind me.

"You really do like to fuck." I said as I reached behind me to take him back inside.

"You have no idea." He grinned as he pushed upwards, making me take that meat deep once again.

I reached up to his pecs to hang on and closed my eyes, relishing in this moment. He felt good. Too good. In fact, perfect.