Late Night Surprise - The Trusses That Tie - Pt 1
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Cain Marko had been thru some highly interesting—and sometimes, enormously challenging—times in his life, but they somewhat paled in comparison to what he faces today. Arriving early in the morning at Kyiv International Airport in Ukraine, Cain was naturally a bit nervous. The country, let alone the city, was war-charged and scarred. But he figured it was worth the risk—his mission was to close the lucrative financial deal he had been conducting on behalf of his business accomplices in fresh York City.After a lengthy day of negotiations and seemingly endless documents to sign, Cain finally finished his business and decided to go back to his motel room. The macho DILF had a hankering for a local delicacy—or, more precisely, a hot Ukrainian fellow to have some joy with for the evening.To Cain’s delight, ...To Cain’s delight, some joy crossed his path. Serg, a young-looking ash-blonde twunk with a cool buzzcut, pinged his hookup app. After some dirty, flirty DM’s, the boy made his way to Cain’s motel room. Their night together was long, and far more worth Cain’s travel than the day’s work had been.In the morning, Serg and Cain laid in bed together with wide, contented smiles on their faces. The hook-up had been horrifically good. The cuddling afterwards—arguably just as satisfying. The youthful Ukrainian lad laid back against the older yankee businessman’s furry torso with a beaming countenance. Cain traced his fingers up and down the twink’s sleek torso and arms.Cain invited Serg to linger longer if he liked; there were several hours left to go until the fellah needed to check out of the hotel. Serg truly wished he could have remained cozied-up to that sexy, burly chest, but he knew that he needed to get home shortly or his mummy would worry.Cain sensed a pang of disappointment. He certainly couldn’t explain what had come over him just then, considering he and the boy literally just met. The youthful Ukrainian fellow was foxy as hell and that accent simply knocked Cain out, but there was something else about the lad. There was something inexplicably familiar about Serg, but Cain just couldn’t put his finger on it.Serg sat up on the brim of the bed. He watched as Cain gave him a deep, interested gaze. He was sure Cain didn’t want to leave. With this in mind, Serg jumped off of the bed and instead of getting dressed, he picked up his smartphone and came back to Cain’s side in the bed.He wasn’t sure why, but Serg sensed an impulse to share something with Cain. The boy pulled up his smartphone screen and showed the yankee a recent photograph of his mother. Cain leaned his eyebrow; she was fairly beautiful. Serg blushed when the sweet-faced man offered willingly that the boy got his superb looks from her.And then, things got real.Serg casually commented that, in fact, his mummy had told him that he looked highly much like his father. However, sadly, the youthful boy had never met his father. Apparently, around twenty years ago, Serg’s mummy had a short but spunky affair with a charming, kind-hearted Mormon missionary. It was this specific admission that made Cain take a acute breath.Serg swiped his smartphone screen and pulled up another photo. This time it was of a dashing fellah with kind eyes and a molten grin wearing what looked like church-going attire.But that is not what invoked shock in Cain. What did was when Serg said that the man in the photograph was apparently his father. Cain was certain: the man in the photograph was also Cain’s brother.Cain had lost almost all the color in his face. One could imagine that the fellow didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Serg, meanwhile, sat purrfectly still, as if any mobility would capsize them. Their sights went from their smartphone screen to one another as they considered who they were to each other, and what they, the night before, had together.***From Serg’s point of view, the evening before had begun uneventfully. Bored and horny, the pretty twunk pulled up his apps and found himself an awesome catch: a sturdy, chiseled grizzly of a man from fresh York City was nearby looking for some hot motel room fun. The lusty twunk most undoubtedly had the hots for daddies, so he messaged the cool fellow straightaway.As the youthful lad ambled down the hallway to Cain’s suite, he promptly checked in with his mummy and let her know that he was “with a friend”, but would check in later. Serg ended the call, then collected himself and knocked on the motel room door.The man that let Serg in was even nicer looking in person than in his photos. The cool daddy had a massive, muscled figure and a golden smile. Serg couldn’t help but comment on how fascinating he thought Cain was—when someone looks that good, you just gotta let ‘em know, he thought. Serg absolutely idolized the way Cain looked at him. Cain swallowed the boy up with his eyes as if he were thirsty.Cain undressed the steamed-up twink’s tee-shirt and denim and laid him belly-down on the mattress. All that remained was the boy’s thin, taut dark-hued briefs. He lavishly kneaded his soft, fleecy facial cumshot hair up, down and all around the material, making Serg keen and shriek as the accomplished daddy gently pressed his face into the boy’s backside and inhaled deeply.It was at this moment that youthful Serg couldn’t believe his luck at finding such a masterful, magic man. Serg was delightfully taken aback by Cain’s wondrous sexiness voiced with such generosity and 18 longing.But he was not the only one that longed—Cain needed a fellatio right away. Serg was more than happy to deliver—the antsy twunk groaned around mouthfuls and his eyelids fluttered involuntarily at the divine flavor and texture of Cain’s meat.Cain’s length and girth were almost burdensome for most, but the boy had zero problems taking it all into his moist mouth. Had the gratified parent attempted to shape words, they merely would’ve just splattered out as incoherent vowels.Hours went by and yet their time together sensed like mere minutes. Serg couldn’t believe how electrifying Cain’s tongue felt. It never left Serg’s mouth for lengthy as they enthusiastically made the bed springs creak. inbetween the fuckin' of his crevasse and the intensity of Cain’s kiss, Serg knew he couldn’t possibly last much longer.Serg sang as his ejaculation completely enveloped him. His tight, gentle bulls eye clenched with the waves of powerful gusto that rocked his entire body. The further-tightening love hallway was all Cain’s knob needed to proceed with a bed-shaking orgasm.As their minds and bodies calmed in the afterglow of their collective climax, Cain restrained the boy tightly to him as they collective a abruptly deep moment neither one of them could wrap their minds around, but were somehow highly thankful for anyway.Serg just dreamed to love the precious moment while he could with this unexpectedly wonderful stranger. It was truly too bad that Serg had to leave sooner rather than later—and very likely would never watch Mr. Marko again…
Cain Marko had been thru some highly interesting—and sometimes, enormously challenging—times in his life, but they somewhat paled in comparison to what he faces today. Arriving early in the morning at Kyiv International Airport in Ukraine, Cain was naturally a bit nervous. The country, let alone the city, was war-charged and scarred. But he figured it was worth the risk—his mission was to close the lucrative financial deal he had been conducting on behalf of his business accomplices in fresh York City.After a lengthy day of negotiations and seemingly endless documents to sign, Cain finally finished his business and decided to go back to his motel room. The macho DILF had a hankering for a local delicacy—or, more precisely, a hot Ukrainian fellow to have some joy with for the evening.To Cain’s delight, ...To Cain’s delight, some joy crossed his path. Serg, a young-looking ash-blonde twunk with a cool buzzcut, pinged his hookup app. After some dirty, flirty DM’s, the boy made his way to Cain’s motel room. Their night together was long, and far more worth Cain’s travel than the day’s work had been.In the morning, Serg and Cain laid in bed together with wide, contented smiles on their faces. The hook-up had been horrifically good. The cuddling afterwards—arguably just as satisfying. The youthful Ukrainian lad laid back against the older yankee businessman’s furry torso with a beaming countenance. Cain traced his fingers up and down the twink’s sleek torso and arms.Cain invited Serg to linger longer if he liked; there were several hours left to go until the fellah needed to check out of the hotel. Serg truly wished he could have remained cozied-up to that sexy, burly chest, but he knew that he needed to get home shortly or his mummy would worry.Cain sensed a pang of disappointment. He certainly couldn’t explain what had come over him just then, considering he and the boy literally just met. The youthful Ukrainian fellow was foxy as hell and that accent simply knocked Cain out, but there was something else about the lad. There was something inexplicably familiar about Serg, but Cain just couldn’t put his finger on it.Serg sat up on the brim of the bed. He watched as Cain gave him a deep, interested gaze. He was sure Cain didn’t want to leave. With this in mind, Serg jumped off of the bed and instead of getting dressed, he picked up his smartphone and came back to Cain’s side in the bed.He wasn’t sure why, but Serg sensed an impulse to share something with Cain. The boy pulled up his smartphone screen and showed the yankee a recent photograph of his mother. Cain leaned his eyebrow; she was fairly beautiful. Serg blushed when the sweet-faced man offered willingly that the boy got his superb looks from her.And then, things got real.Serg casually commented that, in fact, his mummy had told him that he looked highly much like his father. However, sadly, the youthful boy had never met his father. Apparently, around twenty years ago, Serg’s mummy had a short but spunky affair with a charming, kind-hearted Mormon missionary. It was this specific admission that made Cain take a acute breath.Serg swiped his smartphone screen and pulled up another photo. This time it was of a dashing fellah with kind eyes and a molten grin wearing what looked like church-going attire.But that is not what invoked shock in Cain. What did was when Serg said that the man in the photograph was apparently his father. Cain was certain: the man in the photograph was also Cain’s brother.Cain had lost almost all the color in his face. One could imagine that the fellow didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Serg, meanwhile, sat purrfectly still, as if any mobility would capsize them. Their sights went from their smartphone screen to one another as they considered who they were to each other, and what they, the night before, had together.***From Serg’s point of view, the evening before had begun uneventfully. Bored and horny, the pretty twunk pulled up his apps and found himself an awesome catch: a sturdy, chiseled grizzly of a man from fresh York City was nearby looking for some hot motel room fun. The lusty twunk most undoubtedly had the hots for daddies, so he messaged the cool fellow straightaway.As the youthful lad ambled down the hallway to Cain’s suite, he promptly checked in with his mummy and let her know that he was “with a friend”, but would check in later. Serg ended the call, then collected himself and knocked on the motel room door.The man that let Serg in was even nicer looking in person than in his photos. The cool daddy had a massive, muscled figure and a golden smile. Serg couldn’t help but comment on how fascinating he thought Cain was—when someone looks that good, you just gotta let ‘em know, he thought. Serg absolutely idolized the way Cain looked at him. Cain swallowed the boy up with his eyes as if he were thirsty.Cain undressed the steamed-up twink’s tee-shirt and denim and laid him belly-down on the mattress. All that remained was the boy’s thin, taut dark-hued briefs. He lavishly kneaded his soft, fleecy facial cumshot hair up, down and all around the material, making Serg keen and shriek as the accomplished daddy gently pressed his face into the boy’s backside and inhaled deeply.It was at this moment that youthful Serg couldn’t believe his luck at finding such a masterful, magic man. Serg was delightfully taken aback by Cain’s wondrous sexiness voiced with such generosity and 18 longing.But he was not the only one that longed—Cain needed a fellatio right away. Serg was more than happy to deliver—the antsy twunk groaned around mouthfuls and his eyelids fluttered involuntarily at the divine flavor and texture of Cain’s meat.Cain’s length and girth were almost burdensome for most, but the boy had zero problems taking it all into his moist mouth. Had the gratified parent attempted to shape words, they merely would’ve just splattered out as incoherent vowels.Hours went by and yet their time together sensed like mere minutes. Serg couldn’t believe how electrifying Cain’s tongue felt. It never left Serg’s mouth for lengthy as they enthusiastically made the bed springs creak. inbetween the fuckin' of his crevasse and the intensity of Cain’s kiss, Serg knew he couldn’t possibly last much longer.Serg sang as his ejaculation completely enveloped him. His tight, gentle bulls eye clenched with the waves of powerful gusto that rocked his entire body. The further-tightening love hallway was all Cain’s knob needed to proceed with a bed-shaking orgasm.As their minds and bodies calmed in the afterglow of their collective climax, Cain restrained the boy tightly to him as they collective a abruptly deep moment neither one of them could wrap their minds around, but were somehow highly thankful for anyway.Serg just dreamed to love the precious moment while he could with this unexpectedly wonderful stranger. It was truly too bad that Serg had to leave sooner rather than later—and very likely would never watch Mr. Marko again…
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