Briclayer

I want to share a true experience I had last week. I work as a financial consultant for a small biotech company where I take care of their accounting and financial reporting. The company is closed between Christmas and New Year but I had to be there to close the annual books and to make sure all invoices were paid before the deadline in January.

I am a forty two year old married man and have two kids who are now in their early teens. Sex with my wife is ok, but not as exciting as when we were first married and basically is a routine fuck once or twice a week where one of us is pretty much asleep as soon as it is over. I have always considered myself one hundred percent heterosexual and haven't really ever entertained the thought of sex with another man. I am five feet, eleven inches tall, weigh one hundred and seventy-nine pounds. I don't work out, but do a lot of home improvement projects that keep my body in reasonable shape. My only vice is smoking and I enjoy smoking around a half pack per day.

I went into work on the day after Christmas and as expected, I was the only person there so I could concentrate on getting all the books finished either by the end of the day or at least by noon the next day. At ten o'clock I took a smoke break and as usual, I went out to the back of the building to enjoy a cigarette on a small patio attached to the building. As I opened the door, it hit a man in the back. It turned out he was there to fix broken spots on the patio. Fortunately he wasn't hurt or mad, but I apologized profusely and told him I had no idea he was there.

He was a big man, six feet, three inches and weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds and looked to be about forty years old. He had a big, scruffy, black beard and a close crew cut. He was wearing a set of white overalls and a long-sleeved t-shirt that barely contained his large muscular arms.

He had pretty much grunted "No problem," when I hit him with the door and didn't say anything else. I offered him a cigarette and he took it between two of his huge, calloused fingers. He broke the filter off, took my lighter and lit it. I was a bit afraid he would set his bushy beard on fire.

I remarked, "so you like them without filters."

He replied matter of factly, without cracking a smile, "Smoking is like fucking, you don't need a tampon in the way."

I laughed heartily and while he was not very talkative, we chatted long enough for me to get to know he would be there for at least the rest of the day. I went back to work and had finished about 50 invoices when I heard a loud crash and a loud "FUCK!"

I ran out the back door and found him tearing off his clothes. He had dropped a large plastic container of brick cleaner and it was basically eating holes in his overalls and leather boots. I helped him out of his clothes down to his underwear and could see that there were a couple of spots on his leg that seemed to be burned by the acidic cleaner.

I led him into the building and down to the shower room for laboratory technicians. While he hopped in the shower, I went around to find some laboratory clothes he could use and a towel.

When I came back, I could see that the cleaning staff had removed the shower curtains, presumably for cleaning and he was soaping his huge, hairy body. I stood there mesmerized. My heart started beating quickly and I could feel the blood in my forehead pounding. My cock stood up straight up in my pants. Fuck! What was wrong with me? Why was I attracted to this man?

I watched him soap his muscular, hairy chest, armpits and down to his big, thick cock and plum-sized balls nestled in a big bush of black pubic hair. He turned around and soaped his big beefy ass cheeks and when he ran the soap in his crack, I thought I was going to shoot right there.

He turned the water off and turned around toward me. I stood there with the towel in my hand, but I couldn't move. I was drinking in the sight of this big hairy, masculine body in front of me. My gaze dropped to his cock and balls and I knew I wanted these.

He walked out of the shower and took the towel from my hand and I looked up into his eyes. He took the same two calloused fingers he had used to take the cigarette and rubbed them roughly over my lips. He pressed them in my mouth and I started sucking on them eagerly. In the back of my head, my mind was screaming "what the fuck are you doing?" while the rest of my body was being drawn to him like a magnet.

He pressed all four of his fingers in my mouth and pushed them into my throat until I was gagging. I pressed the palms of my hands onto his muscular chest, felt his strong body and pulled the hair between my fingers. I pulled his protruding nipples and felt my own cock twitching. I looked down and could see that his cock was rising and in motion to become fully engorged.

I dropped to my knees and kissed and licked the head of his thick, veiny, uncut cock. He pressed the back of my head with his hand and I started sucking his cock into my mouth. The sensation was mind blowing. Feeling his rigid cock filling my mouth and slowly moving further down into my throat caused my whole body to shudder and tremble with desire.

He held my head in his huge hands and started to pump. In and out, I felt his iron rod pass my lips and the head slip into the back of my throat. I started gagging and he slowly pulled the head out of my throat. I sucked his engorged head back down into my throat in order to feel the gag reflex. When I was gagging on his cock, I could feel my own cock throbbing. My throat lurched as if I were going to throw up, but I fought the urge and continued to gag on his big, raging cock.

My nose was buried in his thick bush and even though he had just come out of the shower, I could smell his manliness. His big, full balls slapped my chin and I wrapped my arms around his waist to squeeze his big, beefy ass cheeks and to push his cock deeper into my throat.

I allowed him to remove his cock and I licked up and down the rock hard shaft. My lips peeled his foreskin down and I sucked and kissed his glossy cock head. I was attracted to his pubic hair and I licked and chewed the bush above his cock. He was rubbing my head and I perceived this as encouragement to continue. I licked down to his ample balls and after sucking and nibbling, was able to get one of them into my mouth. Just feeling the fullness of this bull-of-a-man's hairy, testosterone-filled ball in my mouth was driving me crazy and my heart was thumping in my chest.

I pressed his legs further apart and crawled under him so that I could lick the back of his balls and his taint. Fuck I was so turned on, I started to remove my own shirt. He reached down and started tweaking my nipples. My cock was throbbing and my entire body was shaking. He reached down, unzipped and removed by pants and underwear. He pumped my rock hard cock and I fought with all my might not to cum right then.

I continued licking further back through his extended bush, moving my tongue through the jungle until I reached his asshole. It was warm and smooth and I flicked it teasingly with my tongue. He jumped a little and started groaning. I continued to lick it with the tip of my tongue and later used my tongue flat on the surface. He was writhing with pleasure. I pushed my tongue deep into his hole. Fuck! The back of my head was screaming again, "what are you doing with your tongue up in a man's asshole?" I think I actually said "shut up" out loud! I had fully given into the pleasure of mansex and was detached from realitiy.

He picked me up and perched my knees on the lavatory, leaned down and started licking my asshole. Fuck! What a sensation! My cock was throbbing and my ass was twitching. I had never had such a strong sexual experience! He stood up and started rubbing his hard cock in my crack and twirling the head at my opening. "Yes, yes, yes! I was moaning, fuck me now!"

He spat on his cock and pressed the head in and pushed further. He massaged my neck and back with his big, calloused hands and said softly in his deep voice "relax, relax, relax."

I was able to relax enough for him to push through my ring with a minimum of pain and after that, my cock hungry ass was begging for a breeding. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!"

I looked in the mirror above the lavatory and saw the look of satisfaction on his face as he fucked my ass. I could see his muscular, hairy chest and my cock twitched. He pounded harder and harder and my head started banging on the mirror. He pinched my nipples with his big, calloused fingers and my own cock was pulsing. His balls pounded against mine and I was moaning with pleasure.

He moved up on the balls of his feet and started fucking me at an angle where his cockhead was hitting my prostate. "Fuck yea! Fuck yea!, I'm going to cum!" I shouted.

"Wait", he said. He pounded me harder and took my hard cock in his big, calloused hand. The rough skin of his hand on my smooth cock was more than I could take. "I am going to cum", I shouted. "Wait", he said and squeezed my dick tightly to prevent me from cuming.

He fucked me for about 30 seconds longer, loosened the grip on my cock and said "now." We both blasted at the same time. I could feel his hot load of jizz fill my bowels and it caused me to squirt about ten ropes of cum. I hadn't cum so strong since I was a teenager.

His cock slowly deflated and fell and popped out of my ass and I laid limply across the lavatory. He washed his cock in the neighboring sink, got dressed and on his way out asked, "you here tomorrow?"

"Yep", I answered.....

"Maybe I will spill something tomorrow".....