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  1. Tour guide in the jungle


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: lay_me, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Cedric wasn’t very good at his job. He was an accountant in Georgetown, Guyana, and he was supposedly advising Paddy on the country’s tax system; Paddy being a new arrival, having set up a company there. Cedric was late for appointments. He didn’t return phone calls or emails. He was underprepared in meetings. But people told Paddy that was not unusual. A lot of people in that country were lazy and inefficient. Paddy was Canadian, of Irish parentage. He was tall, slim, fair-skinned and had greying blond hair. Cedric was black, but not a mix, as so many people were. He was as black as his ancestor who was brought to the country as a slave, having been plucked from Africa, put in chains and transported in a squalid ship to help the white masters make their fortunes on their plantations. As far as Paddy knew, his family had had no involvement in all that, and racism was the furthest thing from his mind. He found many black men attractive, but he wasn’t in pursuit of the fabled big black cock. He knew from porn sites that that wasn’t always true, although when they were big they tended to be huge. It was just something about the skin colour and tone that fascinated him. His dealings with Cedric had been professional (up to the low level of professionalism Cedric achieved) and neither man had any reason to think the other was thinking about anything other than business. It was Friday afternoon and they had just spent half an hour going through figures and discussing strategy to ...
    minimize Paddy’s tax liability. As they finished and sat back, Cedric twirled a pencil in his fingers. ”Doing anything this weekend?” he asked. Paddy shook his head. “Nothing special,” he said. “I have another job, kind of sideline,” Cedric said. “I take people on guided trips to the interior. See a bit of jungle, swim in a river, spend the night in the trees in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got a small resort – a few huts and a swimming pool.” “Sounds good,” Paddy said. “Had a late cancellation for tomorrow,” Cedric said, leaning forward. “If you fancied it, I could do it at a discount.” They discussed it a bit more and agreed on a price. “Okay,” Paddy said. “Why not?” Cedric called for him the next morning in a big, no-frills, dirty black pickup. Paddy threw his bag in the back and they screeched away up the road and out of the city. Before too long they were on a long, bumpy road with no buildings and no traffic. Then suddenly, Cedric pulled into a small side road where the tarmac soon finished and they were rocking along a rough track. Cedric stopped at a picnic area under some trees and they ate sandwiches and drank some sweet, sticky, bright orange local soft drink. Both men wore shorts and sturdy boots, and as Cedric sat opposite him, Paddy couldn’t help admiring his smooth, shiny, muscular brown legs. Cedric sat with his legs wide apart, not provocatively – perhaps not even consciously – but with the insouciance of someone who had a tough, sketchy upbringing. When he had ...
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