Arab Neighbor

That evening when Abdullah had his friends over, I discreetly positioned myself at the hedge that separated his pool from ours and took a good look at his guests. There were ten guests who ranged from about thirty to seventy years old and most of them were hairy bears with beards.

I enjoyed watching them sit, talk, and drink tea. Besides Abdullah, there was one other good looking man there whom I could hear they called Mustafa. Damn was he hot, probably thirty years old, six foot, two inches, two hundred pounds, very muscular and his body was covered with black hair and he had a thick gold chain around his neck with a small golden sword pendant.

The sides of his head were shaved with a small circular patch of short hair on the top of his head. He was only wearing tight swimming trunks which could not hide his elephant trunk cock which clearly hung down and was cupped under his big balls. I got a chubby just looking at him. He paraded around the pool so I got a great view of him. I pulled my cock out and slowly stroked watching his muscles move and thinking about that big cock packed into the swim trunks. I imagined him standing before me, pulling that snake out and face fucking me. I panted and moved my mouth like I was sucking him and shot a big load.

The next morning I awoke to the doorbell and heard my mother invite Abdullah into our house. My heart jumped in my chest thinking that he might be there to complain about me peeking through the hedge the night before. My mother called me down where I met Abdullah wearing his trademark, well-fitting gray suit. Even though I was nervous, I couldn't help myself from checking out his package which nicely filled out the gray slacks.

He was there to ask me if I could help him with a task that day. He and his nephew (turned out to be Mustafa) had some meetings and wanted to ask if I could drive his car to the Iranian carpet shop to exchange two of the carpets they had purchased as the colors didn't really match their decor. He suggested that he would give me thirty dollars for my trouble. I told him he didn't have to pay for a favor, but he insisted.

I dressed quickly and went over to his house. He and Mustafa were busy folding the two large carpets, but they stopped and I was introduced to Mustafa. Man! Up close, Mustafa was even hotter! He was wearing black tank top which highlighted his pumped biceps and well-formed pecs and cotton shorts that couldn't begin to hide his long, thick cock and manly balls. He shook my hand firmly and just touching him was electrifying.

I was excited by getting to drive Abdullah's big black Mercedes and thinking about sitting in the same seat that his big, beefy ass usually occupied. The carpet shop was forty minutes away so I had plenty of time to enjoy driving his fine car.

At the carpet shop, I was greeted by an older man who finally understood why I was there and yelled, presumably in Iranian, to someone in the back of the shop. Suddenly through the doorway, appeared a mountain of a hypermasculine man! Fuck! I nearly creamed in my pants at first glimpse! He was about six foot, three inches tall, two hundred thirty pounds, with a bushy, long, black beard. He was wearing black pants and a polo shirt which showed that he had a strong body, but with a few extra pounds and the beginnings of a beer belly.

My first thought was that he resembled Brutus from the Popeye cartoons. I was wearing some pretty tight shorts and a t-shirt, he looked me up and down and discreetly licked his lower lip with his broad, thick tongue. I was mesmerized and in awe of this hunky man. I regretted my choice of shorts as I could feel my juices starting to stir and my cock to swell.

He nodded at me curtly and grunted a greeting and it occurred to me that he didn't speak English. The old man arranged that I should drive the car around the back of the shop and Brutus would exchange the carpets. I drove into the back of the shop and waited. After some time, he came, bearing two huge carpets in his arms and I could see his biceps bulging from the load. He removed the two carpets in the car in one fell swoop. I could see that he was damn strong as it had taken both Adbullah and Mustafa to get them into the car.

I opened the trunk and he put the new carpets in. As I was closing the trunk, he stood behind me and suddenly shoved his big, meaty hand down my shorts. I jumped in surprise, but it didn't faze him. He rubbed his big, meaty, middle finger up and down my crack, found my hole and penetrated me with his finger. It felt great and I melted back into the crook of his arm. His slight scent of mansweat, cigarettes and cheap cologne permeated my nose and I gave a little sigh of pleasure. I rode his finger as it probed deeper into my bowels.

He finger fucked me and I eagerly squirmed my ass into his hand. He slowly removed his finger and I looked into his face. He jerked his head in the direction of the back of the shop and I followed him to a small, dimly lit bathroom that smelled of stale urine and cigarette smoke. He pulled my clothes off and stood and looked me up and down and licked his lips.

I knelt down and started chewing on his big bulge through his pants and I could feel that he had a monster cock. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to reveal a huge, semi-hard, motherfucker cock! It was thick, cut, framed by a black bush with two hairy, apricot-sized low hangers dangling below. I sucked his cock into my mouth and sucked hard to get the thick tube down in my throat. His cock had now grown stone hard. My nose was in his bush and his balls were on my chin. His masculine scent of mansweat and dick sent pleasure signals to my brain. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth causing my gag reflex to kick in with each forward stroke. Fuck I was in heaven!

He picked me up and placed me, standing facing the wall, with one foot on each side of the toilet bowl. Below, in the toilet, the water was yellow with unflushed piss and the scent of this added to my excited state. He dove into my ass with his bushy, beard and thick tongue and found my hole immediately, tonguing me into ecstasy. I pushed back against his tongue to drive it even deeper, feeling it activating a twitching sensation in my canal. His bushy beard was scratching my cheeks and ball sac. I thought I was going to cum and held back with all my might.

He turned me around facing him and lifted me up and I put my arms around his neck to hold on. His hairy chest rubbed my smooth skin and I shuddered with delight. He kissed me deeply, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I sucked on his tongue thinking about the fact that he had just fucked my ass with it and that was a real turn on. His cock was rock hard and pointing up, he placed it at the entrance to my hole and moved my body downwards until it was penetrating my ass. His cock was thick and it stretched my ring causing me some pain. He bucked me up and down a couple of times and his monster slid fully in. He started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, each time almost pulling his cock out. I was moaning from the pleasure and he shushed me signaling I should be quiet. He started kissing me and I sucked his thick, warm tongue and buried my face in his moustache and beard, thinking all the time, "yes, fuck me daddy."

He didn't seem tired from holding and fucking me and even increased his tempo. I was in a state of total lust and I even pushed back on his strokes to feel his cock press deeper as well as to further stimulate my hard cock rubbing against his hairy belly. He fucked me for a few minutes longer in this position and lifted me off his cock.

He placed my feet on the floor and I leaned over the toilet bowl. He entered my from behind and started fucking me roughly doggy style. He hugged me from behind and I could feel his chest hair and hard nipples massaging my back. He pulled hard on my nipples, sending direct stimulation to my cock. He fucked me harder and harder and there was the unmistakable sound of his big balls slapping against mine. I was getting hyperstimulated from the feel of his thick cock ramming my ass, his big rough hands on my nipples and his balls slapping against mine. With this sensation overload, I was getting close to busting my nut without even touching my cock.

He began to pant and moan and super piston fuck my ass, I reached down and stroked my cock at the same tempo. His body stiffened and he pushed hard into me and, with a loud gasp, unloaded at least six blasts of his hot cum deep in my ass which caused me to shake and moan in orgasm and shoot several ropes of cum into the toilet bowl.

He pulled his cock out of my ass and I turned quickly around and licked his cum off his cock. He was surprised by this and gave me a wide grin. I savored the flavors of his cum and my ass juice and I think if I had continued a little longer, I would have chubbed up again.

He washed his dick off in the sink as I wiped his cum that was dripping out of my ass. I took some extra toilet paper and stuffed it in my crack so that I wouldn't get semen on Abdullah's car seat.

Brutus leaned down, gave me a deep, long tongue kiss and said in broken English, "you come back again". He opened the bathroom door carefully to see if anyone was around and signaled for me to wait to come out. After a few seconds, he motioned me out.

As I drove home, I relived this experience and when I pulled into Abdullah's driveway, my cock was rock hard. No one was home and as per instructions, I left the car in the driveway and I rushed home to jack off.