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 about 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. 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 that 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 a 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 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 gorilla 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 Gorilla Man would exchange the carpets. I drove into the back of the shop and waited. After some time, Gorilla Man 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 Abdullah and Mustafa to get them into the car.
I opened the trunk and Gorilla Man 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 man sweat, 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.