An enterprising salesman in the cubicle

Marcel and Paul have met through an international dating site offering younger guys an opportunity to hook up with silver daddies. Marcel is a 34-year old guy from Ivory Coast, who dreams of sucking a white cock. Paul is a 71-year old man from Canada, who just wants to bury is face in a dark young black ass. They are a good match, but distance is a barrier.

Close friends of Paul have cautioned him to be prudent and realistic. What are the chances of meeting Marcel face to face, face to cock, face to ass? Pretty slim when you are 10 000 km apart! But Paul has a tendency of falling in love with… love. He first started by sending passionate emails, followed by romantic phone calls. He even wrote hard core porn stories based on the nude pictures that his long-distance lover whole-heartedly accepted to send him.

If an African cock can be the size of a tusk, then Marcel is average hung with a 21 cm weapon, cut, crowned by a huge knob that can easily spurt a full saucer of creamy white nectar. His anus or rose bud is hairless, smooth and mouth-watering. Paul has enlarged a picture of Marcel’s chocolate starfish, hanging it right next to his queen-size bed. When he’s horny, he wears his red jockstrap, caresses his small pistol, winks at the puckered brown eye over his shoulder, and masturbates while chanting M-A-R-C-E-L. Instant explosion.

Marcel will turn 35 in one month. He’s penniless and can’t afford a tablet computer. What a golden opportunity for a birthday gift. The Western Union office in Toronto accepts to send $350 CAN or 152,851.42 francs, but the headquarter office blocks the transaction. What is the purpose of this transfer? How long have you known this man? Have you met him in person? Paul gets back his $350 and applies to Money Gram with success.

Ever since he discovered his attraction towards young men, Paul has developed a tight jeans fetish. The sight of a guy’s ass or crotch in faded blue denim easily triggers a hard-on. He obviously dreams of seeing Marcel in skin-tight Levis. When Levi Strauss invented rugged jeans with copper rivets at the pockets and fly, for miners and lumberjacks in the early 1870s, he did not suspect that this garment would one day become a sensual envelope prized by homosexuals eager to exhibit their manhood.

After washing and drying them in the sun, the jeans have the property of molding the body and bringing out a firm round ass, a generous mushroomed joystick, and a set of balls coiled at the top of the fork. No wonder that the wearing of jeans has become a must in gay bars, discos and cruising venues.

Another Money Gram transfer, another $50 gift, and Marcel can shop in Zeunoula, not too far from the capital city of Yamoussoukro. He rushes to a sportswear store and dons a Levis jeans of his normal size.

- I think it’s a bit loose, the salesman tells him.
- You’re probably right, I’ll try a smaller size.
- Let me help you, it will be a little difficult to put on, but I’m sure you will be satisfied with the result.

The salesman is roughly 55 or 60 years old, rather handsome, small belly. He does not hesitate to caress Marcel’s buttocks, and even lets his hand wander on the fly. Marcel moans slightly with pleasure and turns rapidly around to look at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

- You should try them without your underwear, it’s even more exciting, suggests the salesman.
- Can I do that here, without first paying for the jeans...?
- With my permission and only if I accompany you in the cubicle.

Marcel gets naked and the size of his dick amazes the salesman who helps him to put on the jeans. The touch of the rough fabric directly on the flesh makes Marcel’s bazooka inflate and triggers again a wandering hand. The salesman is now on his knees to check that everything falls nicely in place. He pats Marcel’s butt, adds a firm squeeze, and drops a “Fuck, your back-door is so appetizing!” He doesn’t loose time, pulls out his stiff dick and starts wanking it in the denim crack.

Marcel can’t believe what’s happening. The flesh and denim combination creates an exciting sensation, bringing his cock to stretch out at least 21 cm. When the salesman puts his mouth on the well-defined mushroom knob, Marcel can barely hold the sap of his tube. The salesman holds his client firmly, one hand on the butt, the other one on the balls. He bites the clothed dick and easily brings it to an explosion and a planned conclusion: “Now that your sperm has left traces on the fabric, you have no choice but to buy these jeans.”

Once back home, Marcel washes his jeans and dries them in the sun a few times to get the denim softer and tighter. His buttocks and crotch definitely become more attractive. When Paul telephones at 8 pm, his Ivorian is already excited. He loves it when his long-distance lover talks about a guy’s ass, cock, balls, and anus, using terms like back-door, lunch box, purple-headed soldier, jellybeans sack, and rose bud. The Canadian and the Ivorian make love over the phone.

Marcel obviously sends pictures of his bulging crotch draped in denim, and of his tightly wrapped hindquarters. The pair of jeans is the best birthday present, after the portable computer, of course! Two outlets that maintain the long-distance relationship “alive and well”.