Somewhere private

"I'd rather have you to myself," you say.

"However you like it," Jarek says. He pulls out of the parallel parking space and drives down the street. You wonder where he's taking you.

You also wonder about Jarek's stats.

"So Jarek," you start. "Where are you from?"

He smiles at the question. "My dad is from Brazil and my mom's from Japan."

"Nice mix," you compliment. "Which gene did your cock get?"

He gives you a look from the corner of his eye and chuckles. "Brazilian," he answers.

"Really? How Brazilian is it?" you prod.

"Pretty damn Brazilian," he answers.

The car stops at a red traffic light. To your surprise, Jarek reaches down and unzips his white valet pants. He pulls out a semi-hard, caramel-colored cock. And holy shit is it thick! He plops it down onto his right leg, looks up at your admiring face, and inhales hard through his puckered mouth.

"I could be Brazil's flagpole."

You wonder just how big that thing actually gets. You wrap your hand around it and give it a light squeeze. Your fingers barely reach around it.

Jarek slows the car down and makes a right into a parking garage.

You keep playing with his cock, watching it grow as his pink cockhead appears and disappears underneath his tight brown foreskin. Its length and thickness reminds you of holding a Red Bull can.

In the meantime, Jarek drove the car to the top level of the parking garage, ultimately abandoned by any other cars for several floors underneath. He parks the car near a corner of the garage, and turns to you seductively as he turns off the engine.