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Tofo is in Mozambique, the country that runs down half of the east coast of
Africa below the equator. Because of its long white beaches and coral, it
attracts a hardy breed of tourists who are able to cope with its third
world conditions. A web search will show you why so many South Africans
make the trek up to the country that neighbours theirs, and why tourists
from other parts of Africa make the journey to this cheap, poor but
cheerful destination.

It gets pretty hot in the middle of the day, so I took to staying out of
the sun at that time. I still wanted a tan, but one I could control, so
would get up early and go for a walk along the beach while the sun was
still fairly tame. I'm turned on big time by tan lines and speedos, and I
figure others are too, so I wore a tight pouch front costume that showed my
ass and cock the way I like. And that's all I needed for my morning walk.

The beach is backed by high dunes in some places and by palm trees in
others. Normally if there is going to be any action it takes place in the
dunes, but this wasn't the case on this occasion. I had walked up the beach
about a mile, and had walked past a largish 4-5 man military style tent
that hadn't been there the previous day. I couldn't see any activity, so I
carried on up the beach another half a mile, savouring the sun's rays
before turning back.

As soon as I turned round I noticed a figure in front of the tent, standing
near the sea. He was stretching and flexing the sleep out of what seemed
from that distance, a well-shaped body. As I got closer I could see that he
was dark skinned - tanned I guessed, not really black, and that he was
wearing speedos too.

"Yes!" I thought "too good to be true!"

He had seen me too - I was the only other person on the beach, and as I got
closer he turned and gave me a smile and said "hi". He was maybe 28-29 and
was half Portuguese and half black, I guessed, inheriting the best of both
- a cheerful square Latin face with short cut hair and a permanent
tan! He had a smooth muscular swimmer's body with tight pecs and a narrow
muscled waist. His legs weren't overdeveloped, but he had beautiful strong
calf muscles. Did I forget something? Oh yea, a bubble butt covered with
clinging red nylon and an appealing bulge in the front, from an apparently
thick cock snaking to one side.

He may have noticed me looking at it - fucking blind if he didn't, and he
may also have noticed the change in the front of my briefs, although it
wasn't very cool without knowing which way he was inclined. The likelihood
of someone like him being gay was low, but not remote. Gays in Africa
generally don't grow up with an option of being queens, we often end up as
macho as all the other shitheads. I LOVE this country!

We started chatting about where we had come from. He said he was the
advance guard of a group of engineer voluntary workers who had decided to
come to Tofo for low cost relaxaton - they generally get paid nothing. They
had borrowed the tent from the army engineer corp they worked with, and the
rest of his chums would be arriving in a few days. I told him about my low
risk tan plan and he laughed - always take precautions he said - and I
retorted - whether its sun sea or sex. Especially sex, he said with a shy
grin, but with a direct look.

"I need to put some lotion on" he said, "even though I tan easily I need to
take care." "I could do some of the hard to reach places for you," I
said. There was still no movement in his briefs, so I thought let's just
take it at face value for the moment. "OK," he said, "the stuff is in the
tent."

The tent had three compartments, two for sleeping and one for cooking. We
went into one of areas with a mat and sleeping bag and he said "Would you
mind doing my back?" "OK," I said, "lie down on a towel and I'll oil you
up."

He gave me a bottle of oil and lay front down on a towel over the sleeping
bag, his hands under his face. I poured some of the oil onto my hands - it
was the thin type - and started to rub it into his rugged shoulders,
stroking the excess down his upper back and spine. That feels great he
said, adjusting his body. Don't stop. I had no intention of doing so and
continued to stroke the oil down his spine to the small of his back. I
smoothed it across his sides, rolling his body a little with the motion. I
wondered what his cock was doing - but I KNEW what mine was doing, and I
was just hoping this wasn't going to end up with me having completely
misjudged the situation.

I worked the oil in the small of his back and asked him if he wanted me to
do his legs. He didn't move, or open his eyes, but he said yes, so I poured
some onto the top of each leg and smoothed it down, over his strong calf
muscles and up to his speedos. He opened his legs a bit so that I could do
the inside, and as I massaged up his leg my hand grazed his crutch for a
split second. I froze, but he did a little hip grind, raising his ass
imperceptibly and I thought that we both might be enjoying this. I got a
little bolder with the strokes, until my hand was definitely snuggling
against his ass crack and he was definitely grinding and squeezing his butt
to meet my hand.

Nothing ventured, nothing lost, I thought, and slipped my fingers under the
leg elastic of his speedos, just where the firm mound of his butt met the
top of his leg. No hair, and the cloth of his speedos now becoming soaked
and increasingly transparent with oil. I massaged his naked buttocks, the
muscle clenching and unclenching under my strokes. I let my fingers slide
into his crotch and under his balls, challenging the thin nylon, and then
moved them up his crack, lingering around his ass hole, testing the ground
as it were, to see how far he would let me go. All the way it seems. The
more I played with his ass hole, the more he squirmed, arching his butt to
my hands, then grinding his hips into the towel.

My briefs were filled with 8.5 inches of thick rock hard cock, looking for
somewhere to go, and I thought I knew just where that might be. I stuck an
oiled finger into his hole, and he bucked up against it - god this guy
needed it bad, and so did I. I kept my finger in his ass and I cupped my
other hand around his balls, under and around to his cock. SHIT. It was
still contained by his briefs, but only just. Nine inches of hot hard flesh
was battling to get out of his pants, stretching the thin fabric to
breaking point.

Not good I thought - here comes the liberation army! And I freed his uncut
thick rod, giving it a liberal coating of oil in the process. This was wild
- he was still playing Mr Passive, but with a lot of energy! I pulled my
finger out of his hole and straddled his ass, letting my cock poke his
crack through the two layers of by now transparent nylon. He groaned and
bucked, gyrating his hips for all he was worth, trying to get some
fulfilment for his screaming oiled hole. I stuck my cock through the legs
of my briefs, and it bounced upwards, its cut head drooling juice in
spoonfuls.

His hand reached back with a condom and he said "man - its been such a long
time since I've been ...jeez, please, please, please... "

I jammed the condom on and pulled his costume aside to reveal his nude
bucking asshole, the tight oiled fabric glistening as it rode over his
muscular butt. It was as much as I could do not to just jam my pillar into
that pulsing ass crack, but my cock is thick and I wanted this guy to enjoy
it.

I put in two slick fingers, and he gasped with pleasure as I stretched his
butt to accommodate what he had coming. I pulled out and he moaned,
grinding his hips, begging me to fill him up. I placed the big helmet of my
cock at the doorway to that warm tunnel and worked the tip around his hole
until it was covered with oil too - heaven! - while he squirmed in
anticipation. And then - in one long slow gasping motion - I slid my cock
all the way in inch by plunging inch until he was skewered, my cock sunk to
the hilt in his ass, my balls flat against his muscular butt.

He went quiet as the full impact of my thick cock took effect in his tight
tube. His deep groans of satisfaction matched my own. I pulled my cock out
slowly and watched for signs of discomfort, but he was loving this,
tightening his ass ring to give me the greatest feeling.

I plunged back in and started to pick up speed until I was jackhammering
that bouncing butt. This is good, I thought, but I want to see that giant
cock of his, and I flipped him over so that he was facing me. The tangle of
oily speedos was like a cock ring to both of us, and his cock was like
steel - I love it when guys stay hard when I fuck them - sticking up to his
belly button, thick and dark against the less tanned outline left by his
speedos. I put his legs on my shoulders and lifted him slightly to get a
good angle of penetration, and then I let him have it again - long even
strokes all the way in and all the way out.

There was no way either of us could last for long in such a hot situation,
and amongst his groans he told me he was close to coming. And then he did,
a sight to behold, his massive dick sending geysers of cum up his chest,
and face in powerful spurts, the thick spray contrasting with his darker
skin. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out and pulled the condom
off quickly, and then with a few pumps I blasted my load over his dark skin
in bucket loads, my cock jerking and pumping as it showered him in thick
jism.

I collapsed on top of him, the layer of cum, oil and sweat gluing us
together as I kissed him deeply. He responded passionately and after about
a minute, I felt that big dick of his start to stir between my legs and .I
realised that we were going to have quite a bit of fun before his mates
arrived.

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Tom Mercier in 'We Are Who We Are'

The fall season was getting cooler and in preparation,
Alan decided that he should be calling the furnace people and
have them do their annual check-up. He really didn't like
dealing with the owner of the firm because it always seemed
that he just could remember anything and Alan thought that
they should be a little more responsible, after all he had been
dealing with for the past 10 years. But he still called them
because the men that were sent out were always pleasant,
courteous and knew what they were doing.

When Alan called, the owner said that he could have a
man out there right away. Humm, Alan thought, things must
be a little slow right now if the could get a man to come shortly
after he called. "Okay, let him come out, I have tomorrow day
off."

The next day came quickly and Alan had a lot of yard work to
get done. When he was finishing raking the leaves the
furnace truck pulled up to the side yard. In a couple of
minutes the driver of the truck stepped out and Alan couldn't
help but notice that there was a very well built blackman. He
was surprised because he knew the owner of the shop to be
quite prejudice, which is something that Alan could never
understand.

As the black repairman came up the walk, Alan noticed that
he was wearing a very snug uniform, which is something that
he liked to see on all men. As the repairman approached,
Alan introduced himself and the repairman introduced himself
as Mac. As they shook hands, Alan got the distinct idea that
Mac's held on a little longer than usual.

During this brief encounter, Alan's eyes did a quick roving job
over Mac's body and he liked what he saw, especially below
the belt. When Alan's eyes got back to Mac's face, he noticed
that Mac's was doing the same thing to him.

"I know it's a little warm today, but you know, winter coming,
and you're going to have to get rid of those shorts," was Mac's
comment. Alan hated wearing long pants, tight shorts were
more his style.

"Yeah, I know, but I just hate to see winter come and I prolong
it as long as possible."

"With legs like that, I can't blame you for showing off."

At that moment Alan could sense a little blush in Mac's face
and Mac just said, "guess you'd better show me the furnace."
Alan led the way into the house with Mac's close behind.
Mac's could help but notice Alan's ass, since Alan always
wore his shorts a little tight. Mac's was thinking, "boy, I'd like
to get my tongue between those buns and see just what it's
like, didn't know my boss had customers that looked this hot."

When they got to the furnace room, Alan helped clear out
some of the stuff that was in the way. A couple of times Alan
thought that Mac's had brushed a little too close to him.
Watching Mac's work with those muscular arms was doing
something in his groin and he was developing a slight bulge.
Mac's also thought that he noticed Alan's crotch getting a little
bigger as he deliberately brush against him.

Alan tried to avoid it, but as he look down at Mac's he sensed
that Mac's was up to something. He looked into Mac's eyes
and notice that Mac's kept looking at his crotch, which only
made Alan more excited.

"You know Mac's, it might get hot down here, why don't you
remove your shirt."

That was all it took for Mac's to hear, he reached over and
grabbed Alan's crotch, "damn, I didn't think my boss had such
hot men for customers, I was beginning to think they were all
old maids."

"Your boss has always had good looking workers and I
thought maybe there was something going on, but it never got
any further than that."

"Let me check over the furnace and then maybe we can
discuss this little problem you're having a little bit better, let's
see if your furnace can get as fired up as I am right now. You
know the job comes first."

Alan gave Mac's crotch a little squeeze, "looks like you're all
fired up and ready for something."

"Yeah, but I got to get this done, then we'll talk about it." as he
spoke with a knowing grin. Mac's inspected the furnace while
Alan asked him some technical questions, which would give
him some clue as to Mac's ability. Alan was very pleased that
Mac's knew his business. It only took about 40 minutes for
Mac's to finish the job and he asked if he could clean up
before calling in for the next job.

Alan took him upstairs to the bed room and showed gave him
a fresh wash cloth and towel then said; "if I'm lucky, you might
have to use that on something other than you hands."

Mac's gave him a very knowing smile and said that his boss
knew about how long it would take to check out a furnace and
that he had to check in for the next job. Alan gave him the go
ahead to use the phone.

Alan was only partially listening as Mac's spoke to his boss.
"John, I'm all done with this job, and wonder if I could have
some time to stop at a hardware store and pick up something
that I need, there is a good one just up the street and it carries
the parts I need for the house."

When Mac's hung up he said, "well it seems like it's a slow
day for furnace people and he told me to take my time and to
check back in a couple of hours."

They both stood there and looked at each other, wondering
who was going to make the first move. Since it was Alan's
house, Mac's felt a little uncomfortable with his brazen come
on, but he was hot and reach over and pulled Alan to him.

Their lips met and Alan shot his tongue deep into Mac's throat
as the two of them thrust their bulging crotches towards each
other. Mac's hands immediately moved down to Alan's buns
and he grabbed them tight, pulling Alan closer to him. Mac's
threw caution to the wind, hoping for a good response, "I
want to fuck that ass, I wanted it the minute I saw you walk
into the house, this black cock would like to get buried deep
into those white buns of yours."

"Humm," groaned Alan, "I was just thinking the same thing, so
why don't we just remove some of this excess clothing and
see that happens." Both of them quickly removed their
clothes and Alan looked at Mac's chest, nice pec's with just a
touch of hair around those nipples of his. Alan was the first to
get it clothes off and he reached up and grabbed on of Mac's
nipples and tweaked it a little roughly. "Yeah, keep that up
and you might find you'll get more than you bargained for."

"I doubt it, by the looks of that bulge in your shorts, I think I'll
get exactly what I barged for."

They quickly finished taking their clothes off and Alan laid
down on the bed and Mac's got right on top of him. Their lips
met and they continued some hot passionate kissing, when
Mac's broke away, "damn, you're the best kisser I've met in a
long time, you've got some hot lips."

"Just wait until I get them around your cock," then Alan
proceeded to roll Mac's off and go down on that black rod.
"Damn, suck that cock, jeez, you're good," as Mac's put his
hand on the back of Alan's head and shove that cock deep
into Alan's throat. Alan continue to work the sides of his
mouth and using his tongue, massage that thick fuck tool of
Macs'. "Wait, turn about fair trade, let me turn around," as
Mac's moved around so that he could get Alan's pulsating
cock into his mouth. They continued in the 69 position for
several minutes, until Alan broke away, "I'm too fucking hot,
let's try something else for while."

"What do you suggest?" queried Mac's, knowing what he
really wanted to do to Alan.

"I want to get fucked. I've thought about it for some time, and
I want to experience getting fucked by a real sexy hunky black
man. I'm not used to getting fucked, but I sure want to try it,
okay?"

"Okay, you're the boss and you know that I'm interest in
getting this hot cock into that ass of yours and cooling it off.
How do you want it? Rough? Quick? Hard?"

"You just lay down on your back and let me lower myself on
that upright pole of yours, and me see if I can take that thick
thing right down to the base. I've fucked a lot of black men
and I want to see why they enjoy it so much."

Mac's lays down on his back and put the condom on. Alan
greases it up well and applies a lot of lube to his ass. Mac's
say's, "hey, roll over and let me work my fingers into it and
loosen you up a little bit, I think you'll like my technique of
breaking in virgins." Alan rolls over and Mac's get a little lube
and slowly slips one finger into Alan's hole. "Jeez, you
fucking tight." Alan tries to relax and after a few moments of
Mac's working his finger around he's getting used to it, slowly
Mac's shoves a second digit into his waiting entrance. Alan is
starting to get used to it and relaxes a little bit more, soon he
feels another invasion opening up his fuck hole a little bit
more. By now Mac's has hit Alan's prostrate and Alan feels
something working inside of him, something that he can't stop.
He tell Mac's to keep it up as he flexes his ass muscles,
clamping down on his fingers. "Damn, it feels like you're
getting hot to have something really solid planted in there.
Are you ready"

"Yeah, roll over and let me sit on it." Mac's rolls over and his
throbbing cock is standing straight up pulsating for release.
Alan straddles Mac's tight body and looks down at his with
lust, he want to experience getting fucked and he has thought
about having a muscular black man take control of him and
fuck his ass. Alan slowly lowers himself downward, he feels
the hard head against his anal opening just begging for
admission. Slowly, Alan works downward, he didn't know that
he could feel that much pain, but he wanted it, he wanted to
take that thick cock right to the base. Mac's tells him to take it
slow and easy, they have all the time for his ass to get used to
it; "cause once I get my cock in there, you're going to get
fucked, and fucked good.

Alan has about a inch of that thick black cock in his ass and
Mac's grabs Alan's inner thigh and pushed downward, it
surprises Alan, but he takes it with a groan. Once Mac's cock
has hit Alan's prostate, Alan starts to feel his ass taking over.
"Yeah, fuck me, I want to feel that throbbing man meat in my
ass, fuck me, I've always wanted to feel what is like to have a
cock up my ass, and it's starting to feel good.

"Well all I can say is, jeez, you're hot to get fucked all of a
sudden."

Alan can't contain himself anymore, "yeah, fuck me, I want
this ass fucked, shove it to me." Alan knows that verbalizing
this fuck is going to make it more enjoyable for him, he has
always like to hear the sounds of a good fuck session. He
works his ass back and forth on Mac's groin, that black cock is
deep as possible into his ass. He feel it rub against his
prostrate and the feeling has caused his body to take over.
He wants it. "Yeah, work that cock up there, fuck me hard," as
Alan works his ass back and forth on that tense cock.

"Roll over and get on your back, I want to shove this cock as
deep as possible into the tight ass of yours." Alan rolls over
without becoming disconnected from Mac's. Mac's grabs
Alan's legs and spreads them wide, and looks down at Alan,
are you ready?"

Alan looks at him with lust and shakes his head, slowly Mac's
send his cock deep into Alan's ass, "yeah, put it there, fuck
me." Mac's slowly pulls out and shove it right back in, again
and again while Alan is groaning for more. "Fuck me, I've
want it, give it to me."

Alan feel Mac's massive cock working his love chute and
reaches to pinch Mac's muscular pec's. As Alan start to
pinch there seems to be direct connection between Mac's
cock and his tits. Mac's start to slam forward moaning as he
shoves, "take this cock, damn this is a hot fuck, you know how
to get that cock of mine hard. Uhhhhh, fuck, your ass feels so
good."

Alan feels the steady pounding and throbbing in his ass.
"Shit," moans Mac's and he slams his cock deep and holds it
there, "I'm almost ready to cum." Mac's stops with his balls
resting against Alan's ass. Alan feels the gentle throbbing of
Mac's cock against his prostrate and he looks at his cock
already dripping pre-cum, he knows that if Mac's keeps that
up, he's going to shoot his load. The two of them rest for a
second and then Alan say, "Fuck me, I want that throbbing
cock to rape my ass, mount me, work it, work that cock in my
ass, I want to feel that pounding deep." Mac's rears back and
shove forward as Alan pinches Mac's tits.

"Yeah, pinch those tits." as he slams his cock as deep as
possible into Alan's ass, "take this cock, work that ass, jeez,
your ass is hot." Mac's pulls out and slams forward and with
each plunge has Ala begging, "fuck me, damn fuck me, fuck
me hard," as he clamps his ass muscles tight and working his
ass around and around, he grabs his cock and starts to stoke
it and it doesn't take him long. Mac's makes one last lunge
and the two of them unload their pent up energies. Mac's
collapses on Alan: "damn, that has been the best fuck I've had
in a long time." "It's a first for me, and I'll tell you that I do
believe I hope to get a repeat performance.

They rest with Mac's cock still buried in Alan's ass and he
mentions, "you know you have a nice looking ass, ever think
about letting a customer enjoy the fruits of his labor."

"Yeah, anytime you want this ass, I'll let you." The both of
them clean up in the two man shower that Alan has and it
doesn't take them long before the two of them are hard again.
"Let's rinse off and work on these hard muscles of our, " Alan
mention," and maybe I'll get a taste of those buns of yours.

A bit of fun thread to see who we think has the biggest cock from One Direction.

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There's these two guys that fuck like rabbits inside this car. The top is tall and has a super sized dick and the bottom is tiny and takes it well

Here are the vids. Anyone know who they are? Do they have a thread? OF?

Does size matter?

Hello everyone!

As a starting point, let me share a bit about my experience. I’m a 28yo white man living in central europe, 1,70 m (5’7”), fit yet rather skinny, with dick size at 21x15 cm (8,25x6 in.) and quite introverted/reserved. When I go to cruising bars and remain in the less sexual areas, I’m definitely less approached than guys that are higher and more muscular, yet when my dick is exposed the situation many times inverts. It feels good to have an effective way of making others into me, but sometimes it can also feel frustrating that my dick is many times a way out for my introversion/physical shortcomings.

Now, I’m well aware that overall I have it easier than many, specially when race and age and other discriminating factors are taken into account, but I wonder if this feeling between not being appreciated and being only appreciated for a sexualized attribute is more common than discussed and all the different stories that express it.

What are your thoughts on this? Anyone relates? And how does that relate to your identity/self-image?

Hope the thread was understandable and too long! Thanks for reading

Hey LPSG Community! I am happy to be here, and I hope that you all are happy to have me. It has been a warm welcome so far.. Keep me in the loop and let me know what you all think.

Aka Marky Mark

@victorvsoares

Be sure to watch the videos full-screen. This guy is PACKING.

Seems like he might start getting more mainstream work soon. Older than what he looks (he’s apparently in his late 20s). Kinda looks like Timothee Chalamet without the really sharp chin. And unlike Timothee, he seems unabashedly queer and is kinda effeminate in interviews (which I find a turn on). Kinda looks hotter and more distinct to me with longer hair.

Curious is anyone can recommend a pair of white gym shorts that are thin enough you can slightly see through them...but not mesh or anything like that. Just something thin where if you look in the right light you might be able to see the outline your VPL. Definitely cant have built in underwear, etc.

Anyone know of anything like that?

He's so hot, hope someone finds nudes

I'm very burned out as a creator but I am going to squeeze the gumption in to write on this periodically. A philanderer gets a phone call from an old friend he thought he was rid of. I am willing to accept constructive criticism on this story if you have it.

My phone rang. The Final Fantasy VII victory theme blared out of the tiny speaker. Expecting the usual spam call, I brought the phone close to my face, but what I saw on the screen was a shock.
It said "Dexter."
It was a name I knew well, belonging to a guy I knew well. Too well. Or at least, I used to know him, a long time ago. Why the hell was Dexter calling out of nowhere? "Ahh- Hang on, babe." I said down to Jeanette, my secretary, who was currently located on the floor between my legs, contentedly sucking my balls. "I gotta take this." It rang again in my hand.
Jeanette pouted, and began kissing up my rock-hard shaft petulantly, tilting it to the side as she went along, with her slender fingers wrapped around it just under the head. "Ooh. Is it your wife?" she asked, a little wickedly. She opened her mouth wide and went to put the head of my dick in her mouth during the phone call, a game we both loved and had played many times.
"Not the time for this, babe..." I said, a little irritably, and went to push her face away from my crotch. I made the mistake of looking into her big blue eyes. At her shocked and disppointed expression, I relented immediately and opted to instead stroke her long brown hair as she wrapped her full lips around the head of my big cock. Staying true to the rules of our game, she looked up into my eyes and sucked just the head of my cock between her lips, nursing on it gently. She pulled her long stretchy black pencil skirt all the way up so she could rub her pussy, and her fingers began working in little circles against her clit as she teased me. I really ought to give her another raise, I thought to myself as I watched her fingers at play in her trimmed-short brown pubic hair. What I could see of her sweet pink pussy was glistening. She panted softly through her nose as she rubbed her clit in little, urgent circles.
Enough stalling. I answered the phone. "Heyyyyyyy!" I said, faking an enthusiastic greeting for my old college roommate. "What is up! How are ya doing, my old friend?"
I distinctly heard a moment of stunned silence on the other end. "What the fuck? Who the hell talks like that, Steve? You don't talk like that." Dexter said. Even Jeanette looked up at me skeptically and mouthed "Who is it?" I pushed her back down toward my throbbing cock and, sullenly, she resumed sucking me off, leaving her lipstick on my cockhead.
"Forget it, man, I'm just busy here at work." Jeanette just winked at me and quickly mouthed "It's so big!" before going back to work on my cock. "Why're you calling? Haven't talked to you in like.. eight years."
"Well, I need a favor. Can I, uh... look, I need a place to crash, man. I was wondering if I could stay with you and Anna for a bit. Please."
I spluttered. After all that had happened? Dex wants to sleep on my fucking couch?! Jeanette had completely abandoned her suck session on the head of my cock, looking up into my eyes and mouthing seriously "WHO. IS. IT?"
"No. No fucking way. Not after what happened. You are not coming anywhere near me, my family, or my life. You burned that bridge." I answered.
"That was a long time ago, Steve--" he began, his voice switching into a sort of calculated, convincing mode that I didn't like the sound of at all.
"No. Never, Dex. Sorry. Find someone else's home to wreck, bud. I'll see you later."

In my lap, Jeanette's expression had completely changed. Her face was one of undisguised delight as she beamed up at me in excitement. "It's DEXTER?" she mouthed. Between her legs, her manicured fingernails had gone from small, rhythmic circles to a desperate and disorganized, rough back-and-forth rubbing against slick flesh. A single drop of wetness fell from her pussy and stained the gray carpet black. In shock, I popped the head of my cock back into her mouth to muffle her. (I needed her to quiet down immediately. It was expedient, okay?)
Her hand was a blur between her legs as she pushed herself as far down onto my seven-inch cock as she could, which turned out to be over halfway. She was an impressive and talented woman. "Mmm. Mmmmm. MMMM! NNNNNGGHH-- NNNNNGGGGHH-- MMMMMMPPHHH--" she screamed through her nose, her throat mostly blocked by my cock as her orgasm tore through her.
What the fuck. How does she know Dexter? I thought to myself, in a moment of grim realization. My next thought was, I'm going to cum so hard down my sweet, hardworking secretary's throat that she won't even taste it. I curled my fingers into Jeanette's hair, and began pulling her head back and forth, up and down on my cock, using her throat so I could cum. The office filled with the sounds of her gagging on my cock, and within seconds I was grunting "Fuck- Jeanette- Ff-fuck, babe, you're so GOOD-" as I blew my load down her throat.
After a moment, I came back to reality, and I stroked her hair affectionately. She kissed my thigh and began pulling down and smoothing her skirt again.

I heard laughter and I realized... I hadn't hung up the fucking phone! Just like that, I'd made the dumbest mistake I hoped to ever make in my entire life. (Spoilers: It was not.) "Dude. Steeeeeve! Was that Jeanette? I can't believe it! Small world, man! Tell her hello from me!"
My heart sank. I growled "I will not." into the phone. Jeanette just sat back, wiped her mouth, and looked at me and my quickly deflating cock with interest.
"But anyway, man." Dexter went on in my ear, all joking leaving his voice. "I'll see you guys next week, OK?"
"I said no, Dex. You are not welcome in my home."
"You said that, but that was before I heard your secretary cumming as you fed her your cock. Hottest shit I ever heard in my life, by the way. But yeah.
I'll see you and Anna next week, OK? I'll be there Tuesday." He paused. "You're gonna need to pick me up from the airport, I can't afford a cab right now."
"Right," I said simply, utterly defeated. "...See you then, Dex." I made good and God-damn sure to end the call that time, pressing the phone's display with my thumb hard enough to make the glass creak. I looked up and Jeanette was still staring at me.

"That was Dexter? Do you have his number? I'd love to.. get back in touch!" she asked excitedly, putting her hand on my thigh. I firmly took her hand off, zipped my slacks, and stood up.
"Go home for the day, Jeanette. Thanks for the blowjob." I said, grabbed my jacket, and left the room.

Two things occurred to me as I strode down the hall. 1. Even Jeanette knew Dexter? Small world is right! and of course, 2. Dexter had recognized Jeanette purely by the sound of her voice during orgasm.
I stepped out into the rain and went home. What else could I do? I needed to somehow explain this to Anna... before Dexter did.

This guy is absolute perfection. Does anyone have any nudes from him? Or can someone maybe use their b8ng talents with him?

Saw this video on twitter a while ago but I never found out his name.