The Concrete Layer

The trees had just caught the last rays of the sunset, the clouds were pink and purple, and the cool autumn breeze ran chilled through my body as I jogged down the street. I slowed down to catch my breath, and found myself admiring a house that was being renovated across a long stretch of front lawn. From the angle at which I stood, I could only see the pale red roof, and a wide opening for large glass doors. After walking passed the cloak of golden green trees, I found a truck in the driveway of the house, while admiring the lush lawn and rose bushes bordering the front yard. The truck was piled with concrete, and a man walked from the front door towards the truck, and the solitude of my afternoon walk ended with the movement of a large figure in the distance.

He was shirtless, his skin sticky, bronzed, and warm from a day spent moving concrete in the sun. He was tall, his chest was broad, and his arms flexed, as he grabbed the bag of concrete from the small open truck with his strong large hands, holding the heavy package bare. He looked up, his hazel green eyes pierced through thick dark eyebrows, and his long straight nose lead to a closed mouth of lush pink lips, pulled in contempt. His nostrils were flexed, and the light of dusk seemed to sweep across his forehead, down to high cheekbones, and landed onto the distinct jaw of his immaculate face.

The bag of concrete was still, his body in complete repose, each muscle bulging with affirmation of his beauty and masculinity. I felt my pulse rate rise, and I could feel him staring at me, as I walked by the unfinished house slowly, admiring the statuesque figure of glory and power. My eyes jolted back to his, and his glare became fixed on me. He was flexed and poised. He turned away, as if there were no moment worth of recognition between us, and walked towards the house.

I immediately began jogging, looking down, towards the trees, breathing in a particular form, just to get my mind off him. I took deeper breaths as I ran back home, which was only a few hundred meters away. Flashes of him appeared as I blinked, his shoulder blades squeezed together, his large long arms, his ass and thigh muscles barely fitting into his construction uniform. - which would have been loose on any other man. I tried to stop fantasising about him before I got home, and as soon as I did, I walked straight to the bathroom, and got into a cold shower.

When I reached for the towel, I felt clean and refreshed, and held the dry towel against the wetness of my face to absorb the rushing thoughts of my tired body. I walked into my room, and put lotion onto my skin. I dried my hair, and allowed the brown locks to fall onto my bare shoulders, as I got into bed naked. While drifting off to sleep, my mind at the edge of letting go, I heard a loud bang, and realised that my door had just shut. My mind was instantly alert, and I opened my eyes wide, now remembering that I had not locked my door when I had gotten home earlier. I kept still, and hoped that it was the wind, but broke into a chilling sweat, when I heard the sound of boots walking towards my room.

I was frozen, my fists clenched the blanket, as I saw a figure standing at my room door, the man almost eclipsed all of the light that was coming from the small hall. He barely fit into the door frame. I began to shiver, and wanted to scream. I realised that I was not afraid enough to scream, because the man standing in my door way was not threatening. He made it clear by his calm face, his slow breathing, and controlled movement. He took a step towards me. He moved like a tiger. He was standing before my bed, my eyes big and fixed on him. My breathing now slowing down as I felt his presence overwhelm my own, and I realised that I had no power now. I would not be able to stop what he was doing, even if I tried.

With one quick move, he grabbed the sheet from my bed and threw it into the floor, exposing my naked body to him. Before I could move my hands over my crotch, his massive legs were spreading mine apart, and his hands wrapped around my wrists, and pushed them back and over my head, pinning them against my pillow. I felt myself scream, but I wasn’t sure if I heard myself, or even if I really had. Helplessness came over me, as I looked into the face, and saw the green-tinted eyes glimmer in the moon light from my window. In a moment, I saw his ripped tight torso, the light coming from the window, running across has abs, up to his chest, around his nipples, towards his long thick neck. His lips were kissed by moonlight, with a smirk of satisfaction.

The smell was overwhelming. The entire room was filled with the musk of perspiration and dry concrete, stuck onto his skin, releasing a pungent, and intoxicating scent of his virility. My body was shivering, a combination of fear and shock quivered throughout me, and my thighs felt weak, collapsing onto his thighs, which held me fragile and opened against his domineering body. Confused at the physical possibility, I tilted my head to gaze downwards. I thought I’d felt an elbow touch my ass, but saw that it was an enormous phallus, erect and dripping, firmly reaching upwards, with a thick hairy sack hanging from its wide base, two distinct oval balls under the dense dark hair. I looked up at him, and opened my mouth to let out a short gasp, as I wiggled my body and twisted my wrists, but it was as useless as screaming. He was too strong. 

The broad hard tip was gently placed against my tight hole, and I clenched, my body trying desperately trying to hold some sort of dignity, as this man, whose scent, aura, presence, and feeling, penetrated every essence of my being. It was sensually intrusive. I gasped and screamed when the thick head pressed against my tight hole, and popped into my ass, splitting me open. A rush of ecstasy and pain ran up my spine and burst into my throbbing head. I felt tears fall across my cheek, and my whimpers grew louder, as I unconsciously moaned out a load cry as he thrust his hard cock deeper into me. He kicked his boots off, and I heard the heavy shoes hit the ground one at a time, he placed both of my wrists under his left hand, and held me down firmly. My arms felt numb and bruised, and I felt his warm powerful thighs hold me open, as my limp legs curled around him, my feet was curled tight, and next to his hips. My mouth was open and my throat dry, when he pulled a sock off his left foot, and shoved it into my mouth with his right hand covering my face, as he plunged his thick large rod deeper into my ass, until his balls lay flat against me, and his thighs were pressing my own into the bed beside me. His hips rested flat against me, and I felt my dick twitch, as pre-cum oozed from my limp dick.

I could taste the sweat of his entire days work on my tongue, and tried pushing the sock back out, but his hands were large, and his socks heavy against my throat, pulling my jaw wider than it was able, causing my cheeks to hurt, and my eyes to close shut. He was fucking me hard, his thrusts were powerful and merciless. I felt his cock hold my hole open, as he plundered me, tearing across my prostate, and making me gasp for breath as he banged against my gut. I felt my hole loosen even more, and it seemed as if he slipped even deeper inside me. I moaned into his sock, his scent now making me horny, and feel immense pleasure emanate from the colossal virile man fucking me into blank thoughts devoid of time and space. I felt myself take a deep breath in, and looked at the figure humping me, his body moving with skill and authority, muscles flexing and rippling across his broad hard chest, to bouldering shoulders, and thick hairy forearms. His cock felt so natural in me now. I was dominated and owned by him, and existed for his pleasure.

He was looking upwards, and his eyes closed, he was grunting in rapturous pleasure, as he fucked my hole with a force that made me submit to him. The muscles on his neck were extended, and I could feel his thrusts becoming more fluid, faster, and longer. Suddenly, he pushed into me, and I let out a moan, as if every breath of air was knocked out of me, and replaced with the width and length of his incredible member. I felt his powerful seed shoot into me, splashing against my insides, and flooding me. I clenched down onto his thick cock pulsating with pleasure. My own dick was hard, and dripping pre-cum, when a clear white liquid shot out two short squirts onto my abs. He fucked me into an orgasm. I lay there still and motionless, my body was now his.

With one skilful move, he let my hands go, lifted himself off of me, and swiftly pulled his cock out of me. He left me feeling empty, and my hole was gaping. I suddenly felt the cold breeze against the wet sweat of my body, as his rock hard cock bobbed up and down, while he put his shoes on. My legs were trembling, feeling weak and numb. He didn’t look at me, there was no remorse, or apology. Not even a sign of pleasure on his clam reposed face. He pulled the sock from my mouth, looking only at the sock, as if it was stuck in an object, and walked out of my room. I gasped for air, and my hands, still trembling above me, felt a sudden coolness, as blood flowed back into them. I held my bruised wrists, and clenched my thighs, thinking of how that man had just raped me of innocence. I clenched my hole, and felt his thick cum ooze from my hole. I could smell the musk of his hairy balls and armpits linger in the room, as I closed my eyes, and drifted into a deep oblivion.