An inexperienced young accountant meets a sophisticated Latin American, who immediately seduces him into great sex and confusion. The Latin wants more than his body though and thinks he is someone else. The hunky Latin American also has dangerous friends and is determined to get what he came for, and decides the young accountant can help him find it; as well as share great sex.
At the pub I ordered the roast of the day at the bar and then slid into a seat in a booth, still distracted. By Larry Chalmers; by the Latin hunk. I could almost feel his hard throbbing dick in my hands, the heat of it, the ridges and veins. Someone slid into the bench beside me, ran an arm around my shoulders and pressed his body to mine. I turned and saw who he was, and just gaped in shock at the Latin hunk from the backpackers’ hostel window. Then he moved his face in to mine, and we kissed. Briefly.
“My name is Lorenzo, what is yours?” he murmured sexily as our lips parted, his eyes flashing.
I gulped, I melted, “Rick,” I answered in a whisper.
“Ah, Rick. Good to meet you.” A hand was running up my thigh to my package and giving the interest it found there a light squeeze. “I think I will like you, Rick. You come with me, eh? We do some business and we get to know each other,” he whispered in my ear, smiling.
