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Standing on my porch late one afternoon, I saw a really old pickup truck pull up to the gate. A large guy then exited the vehicle and waived to me, before inquiring if I wanted to buy melons. After stepping back into my front entrance I pushed the buzzer next to the door, before ushering him in.
After getting back into his vehicle, he started his jalopy and drove up the driveway. Once parked, he again got out of his vehicle and collected a box off the back of the truck before walking toward me.
I then led him into the house and invited him to place the box on a small table in my kitchen.
“Hi, I’m Luiz but everyone just calls me Louis,” he said introducing himself.
When he extended his arm in greeting, his beefy hand had the coarseness of a labourer.
I had always hated nicknames, name shortening, or derivations of people’s names and therefore, answered, “Hi, I’m Waldo, nice to meet you Luiz.”
Luiz then told me that he had a smallholding where he grew vegetables and fruit. Although he sold these at a well-known Saturday market, during the following week, he would go door-to-door in various neighbourhoods to sell the excess produce.
Luiz was a stocky guy with a friendly face. He wasn’t conventionally handsome but had a rugged demeanour that was rather sexy. He was extremely well-tanned, and had a thick black moustache above uneven teeth. He wore tracksuit pants that had seen better days, and a polo shirt that was grubby and soiled.
As we discussed the melons, his body language excited me as he constantly fidgeted with both his hands constantly touching his body and crotch. It appeared that he was either wearing boxer shorts or freeballing, because the front of his pants looked like he might also be a purveyor of a large cucumber.
At one point, as he placed his hand under his shirt and lifted it to scratch his stomach, the garden path on display practically made my eyes squint with lust.
“You have a beautiful home. Does your wife do the decorating?” he then casually asked.
“No, I’m not married nor engaged, and I also don’t have a girlfriend,” I replied with a smile.
“Mmmm,” Luiz answered, returning my smile.
“Pardon my rudeness, I haven’t even offered you something to drink. I do have Coke in the fridge,” I proffered.
“Do you something stronger to put in the Coke,” he cheekily inquired with a chuckle.
“Sure, will brandy do?” I answered.
“Yeah, that is my preferred poison,” he replied.
After pouring his drink, I handed it to him.
“Judging by your garden out front, you must be a very keen gardener,” he said, after taking a large sip from his glass.
Actually, I can’t take any praise for the garden. I have a wonderful guy who works for me on Saturdays and everything you see is because of his skill,” I answered.
“Well, it certainly looks like he knows what he is doing,” Luiz replied.
“Would you like to see the back garden?” I asked, before qualifying, “It’s even prettier than the garden out front.”
“Sure,” he replied.
“Oh, before I show it to you, let me first settle my debt. I’ll take all eight melons,” I informed him.
After handing over the money, we walked out into the back garden. I had a tall fence around the property that had a very dense creeper covering it, which screened me from my neighbours. Once we were in the far back corner, Luiz looked at me and asked, “Do you mind if I take a piss?”
“No, not at all,” I replied, as my heart began to beat faster.
With total nonchalance, Luiz then pushed his tracksuit pants down to his knees. Without turning to face away from me, I consequently had a great side-on view of his cock. As I had suspected, he was a freeballer. This, however, paled into insignificance as I focussed on the thick ‘cucumber,’ dangling off the front of him.
After he lifted his dark uncut dong, he then commenced spraying his piss from side to side. The flow was so impressive, that it would’ve made a horse envious. After he was done, he retracted his ample foreskin to unfurl a purplish dickhead, before lifting his dick and wiping the uncovered head on the bottom of his polo shirt. As I looked at the damp mark left on his polo shirt, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.
As we were returning to the kitchen, I asked, “Are you married?”
“No, I was, but now I’m divorced,” Luiz replied.
“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” I questioned.
“Well, it transpired that the woman I married was still not over her former childhood sweetheart who had left the year before we were married. Once he again resurfaced, however, my days were numbered,” he dispassionately reflected, before concluding, “Thank goodness, we didn’t have any kids.”
“Gee, I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied in a consolatory fashion.
"Don't be. It was the best thing that could’ve happened to me,” he said dismissively.
Back in my kitchen, Luiz slugged down the rest of his drink.
“Would you like another one?” I asked.
“Sure, why not?” he boldly answered.
“So, Waldo, are you going to show me the rest of your beautiful home?” he then asked, before qualifying, “Unless you want to get rid of me.”
“No, you’re most welcome to stay as long as you like,” I assured him.
After quickly dispensing with the spare bathroom and bedroom, we entered my en-suite bathroom to ongoing complimentary sighs from him.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed as we next entered my bedroom, “that’s the most awesome bed I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you,” I replied proudly. I then went on to tell him that when I moved in I had decided to spare no expense with my king-sized bed and bought the best one money could buy. “Not only is it unbelievable comfortable, but if the person lying next to you is restless, you hardly feel them moving around at all,” I boastfully concluded.
“Shit… I would love to try it out,” he gushed.
“Then go for it,” I invited him, becoming hornier by the second.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yeah, see what you think,” I assured him.
“Well, then I’ll have to take my clothes off because I don’t want to soil it,” he countered.
Those words were like music to my ears. I already knew that he wasn’t wearing underpants and so, the thought of seeing him fully naked was like a dream come true. After removing his shoes and socks, Luiz soon also dispensed with the tracksuit pants and shirt.
Fully naked, he had a lovely solid hairy body. His genitals were also even more impressive than I had first thought. I was particularly overawed by his substantially large ballsac.
Amazingly, he had no tattoos, which I would later learn was because he was shit-scared of needles.
After pulling the duvet open, Luiz now got on the bed and lay back with his hands behind his head, revealing two very bushy armpits.
As he nestled himself into the comfort of the bed he let out a laugh and jokingly said, “Now you are not going to get rid of me at all.”
With my voice starting to constrict with lust, I stammered, “You can… stay all night… if you like.”
With a naughty grin, he then asked, “Will that also include dinner and breakfast?”
“Sure,” I replied, awkwardly rearranging my rock-hard cock in my trousers.
“Well, then I suppose it’s time for you to prove your earlier assertion.” He countered, before qualifying, “Jump on the bed and wriggle about, so I can see how good this bed really is.”
“I must warn you that I don’t wear pyjamas,” I impishly retorted.
“Well, I suppose I’ll just have to overlook that shortcoming,” he playfully replied.
During our repartee, Luiz’s dick had also become erect and so I was not concerned about my raging hard-on. After stripping, I also pulled the duvet open on the other side of the bed, before lying down. I then commenced wriggling about to prove my assertion.
After a minute or so, Luiz then said, “Okay, so you’ve proved your point. Now I suppose we need to perform a further test and see how good this bed is for fucking.”
In an instant, he climbed on top of me before his knees pushed my legs apart. With his arms moving under my shoulders, Luiz’s hands clamped onto my head before I felt his moist hairy mouth suck onto my lips. As his tongue vigorously explored my mouth his hips began to grind his dick into my pubic area. The combination of his manly scent and the carnal grunts he was making was totally awesome.
Luiz appeared to be in no hurry and leisurely went about his business. As his body swayed above me, my face, neck, and ears got swept by his moustache and mopped by his tongue as his hands manipulated my head. Like me, it was also clear that he produced a lot of precum because our genitals were becoming swampier by the second.
“I want to pump your arse full of Penis Colada,” he then playfully advocated.
“That’s my favourite cocktail,” I replied, chuckling at his humour.
“Good, because my balls are heavy with cocktail juice,” Luiz informed me.
As he lifted his torso, Luiz now placed my legs over his shoulders. With his body supported on one outstretched arm, Luiz began to guide his wet dick into my arse. I was so horny at this point, that the massive displacement was far less uncomfortable than I would have suspected. Once all in, he began to buck and sway his hips in a sensuous rhumba rhythm.
Luiz’s free hand now moved to my face, as he started smearing his rough fingers over all my features before frequently pushing them in and out of my mouth. The taste of his earthy fingers was totally delectable.
After a short while, Luiz extracted his dick and after getting off the bed, pulled my body toward him and off the bottom of the bed. With my arse seated on the carpet, Luiz now began to face-fuck me. With my mouth at full-stretch, I did my very best to accommodate his dick. Soon, Luiz clamped my head in a vice-like grip and made it clear that he wanted to go balls-deep.
As my poor throat got pounded, drool began to run down my chin as I battled for oxygen. The strain, however, was well worth the effort. Reaching my hand up I also began to fondle his huge swinging balls. Added to this pleasure, the mass of funky hair coating my face was awesome.
When his breathing started becoming laboured, I knew that my cocktail wasn’t too far off. What I didn’t realise, nevertheless, was how dramatically it would be administered. I had never experienced an ejaculation like Luiz’s ever before, and the word gush, would be a total understatement. Although I got to swallow and savour a lot of the spunk, my head and chest also got drenched.
As Luiz chuckled, he knelt down with his knees on either side of my legs and for the next couple of minutes, Luiz diligently scooped all the muck off me with his hands, and fed it to me. As I enjoyed the stunning ritual, I became completely addicted to his large rough hands.
Once he had scraped as much as he could off me, Luiz began to lick off any residue that was left on my face and chest. In a reciprocal gesture, I then gave his dick and balls a clean before we went back to the kitchen.
After giving him another drink, I asked what he would like to select for dinner from the prepacked freezer dinners I always kept as a backup. He chose the chilli con carne and I had the chicken a la king.
Once we sat down to dinner, I asked him who was looking after his smallholding during his absence. Luiz then told me that his brother was.
“My brother is a little simple and I look after him,” Luiz informed me before continuing, “He is really an incredible help when it comes to tending to the produce. Sadly, however, I cannot take anyone home with me and so I practically have no sex life at all.”
The rest of the conversation was light-hearted and enjoyable. Luiz confessed that after his marriage, he had taken to man sex because he enjoyed things a little rougher in bed, instead of having to walk on eggshells, as he always had to with his wife.
After dinner, we made our way back to the bedroom. As we lay talking on the bed, Luiz frequently kissed and caressed me. I was becoming totally nuts about this man.
As the intensity of our fooling around escalated, I soon found myself in the doggy position at the edge of the bed, with my arse in the air and my face flat on the sheet. After lifting his right leg, he soon had his foot on my neck as he pinned me down. After a few lusty slaps to my arse, Luiz now once more began to fuck me. This time, however, his grip on my hips and his thrusting was a lot more frantic. His vocalising also became far more intense.
I also rose to the occasion by begging him to fuck me harder, which he willingly did. I have to admit that I became quite apprehensive when I felt him slip two of his fingers into my arse alongside his dick, but fortunately, it didn’t progress beyond that.
Next, after lifting me off the bed he walked toward my bedroom wall with me impaled on his cock. Once there, I arched my body concavely with one hand anchoring me and my other hand tugging on my dick. As I did so, I felt his hands close around my neck. With his grip ever-tightening, I was amazed by the surge of excitement that flooded my body as my breathing became restricted.
Luiz’s thrusting, combined with my rapidly approaching orgasm was so intense, that as my cock began to spew I almost blacked out. Sensing this, He immediate loosened his grip on my throat and really began hammering my arse. With both my hands now on the wall to brace myself from his vigorous onslaught, Luiz began to growl as he shot his load.
“Would you like another drink?” I asked after we were done.
“Definitely!” he answered.
That night we had incredible sex twice more before finally falling asleep.
After an early breakfast the following morning, Luiz got on his way.
I am happy to report that two great outcomes resulted because of our initial get-together.
Firstly, we regularly continued to see one another thereafter.
The second outcome was that my fellow workers at the office became great customers for Luiz, after I had shared all the melons I had purchased from him with them.
On his weekly lunchtime visits to our offices, my colleagues virtually came to blows over Luiz’s produce.
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