Debonair ve Bay Ceo Longstroke

Debonair was in the middle of his barbell squats when he felt someone else's eyes on him. Those were the eyes of a man that calls himself Mr. CEO Longstroke. And before his name is explained, it should be underlined why his eyes were wandering in the gym. After all, how could they not? Debonair, a beautiful black man with a chiseled, lean build and short blonde hair, had chosen this day to wear a shimmering pair of particularly low cut athletic shorts, and little else. Eyes were inevitably going to be drawn to his sweating, labored body, and the way that those shorts hugged thick glutes that had very clearly worked through barbell squats many times before. The man that called himself Mr. CEO Longstroke asked Debonair if they could work something out. Debonair hooked the barbell back onto the smith machine and shot this stranger a look of some incredulity. He mistook the man's question as related to working on the machine, at first. Then, with realization that this was an entirely diffe