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Wesh potes. I'm Malik, 27 years old, dry and muscular, always 20cm available for whoever wants it. After work, I like to clear my head by going for a jog. I've got three or four routes, so I alternate when I feel like it. This time, I wanted to run but I was a bit lazy, so I opted for the flatter route, 45 minutes in the comfort of my own home, headphones on and off I went. Like 20 minutes later, I'm overtaking a French-Canadian guy, about 35 meters tall, well-built, medium-length hair... I didn't really reward too much attention to him, except when I hear a strange noise, I turn around, he's on the ground, holding his ankle. Damn! I came back to him, helped him sit down on the grass, untied him, took off his sock, started massaging him, I chatted to him to reassure him, he was suffering less but he was still in heat and intensity. It smelled like a good sprain. I advised him to tell someone to come and get him, but the guy said: "Oh no, my wife's at work, I'm parked just over there, 50 meters away, help me get to my car, I'll manage to get home". I grabbed him under the arm and he limped off. We make a few stops, he puts his foot down, it's fine! We arrive at his car, parked in a lane, an SUV with a seat in the back. He opens the door, sits down and says, "Thanks, that's so cool!" I reply, "Are you going to be able to drive there?" "Yes, I'll be able to, I'm not in too much heat and intensity and I'm not far away either. He looks at me from head to toe, lingering on my package, looks back up and says: "Frankly, I'd love to be able to thank you". I don't know, but his look turned me on, yeah, I know I don't need much, I'm like that! I say, "Yeah, why not, don't miss the chance to enjoy yourself", I smile as I say it, the carnivorous smile of someone who wants to fuck his prey. He smiles too, looks left and right, puts a hand on my package, massages it, it's fucking hard. I hear him say: "Hummm, you look well put together!", I pull down my shorts, my 20cm proudly stand up and bleep at him, I reply: "You look like you know your stuff! He takes my dick in his hand, jerks it a little, looks at me and says: "Yes, I like them, especially those of rebeus, you'll see how well I take care of them!" and then I see my dick disappear into his mouth, one of his hands massaging my balls and the other under my T-shirt stroking my chest. He gave me too good a blowjob, I took his head between my hands to fuck him hard, I pushed to get into his throat, he coughed, spat saliva but didn't let go, he wanted it and he knew how. He was jerking off at the same time. I loved the sucking noises, his warm mouth, his tongue strokes on my glans. He alternated between slow and fast strokes, stretching my balls. I felt his body stiffen a little and he spit 5 spurts onto his T-shirt, shorts and hand. Seeing him spit got my juices flowing, I said, "I'm coming!", he kept my glans in his mouth, I emptied my balls thoroughly, filled his mouth. I pulled my cock out, he showed me his mouth full, winked and swallowed it all. He jerked my dick a little more, licked it clean and said: "Your dick is so good, man! I put it back in my shorts and told him: "You can have it back as soon as you're hungry! We exchanged 06s and he said, "What's your name?" I replied, "You can call me Boss," and he laughed. Since then, he's been pumping me again, but his ass is still a pretty, so I'm working on getting him to give it to his Boss. PS: Kevin Frenchboy, I really dig you! You give me such a hard-on in your videos.