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Cain Marko had been thru some very interesting—and sometimes, immensely 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 partners in New York City. After a lengthy day of negotiations and seemingly never-ending documents to sign, Cain eventually ended his business and decided to go back to his motel room. The hunky DILF had a hankering for a local delicacy—or, more precisely, a steamy Ukrainian fellow to have some joy with for the evening. To Cain’s delight, some joy crossed his path. Serg, a young-looking blonde lad with a uber-sexy buzzcut, pinged his hump app. After some dirty, flirty DM’s, the fellow 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 couch together with wide, contented smiles on their faces. The sex had been shittily good. The cuddling afterwards—arguably just as satisfying. The youthful Ukrainian lad laid back against the elderly Yankee businessman’s unshaved torso with a beaming countenance. Cain traced his thumbs up and down the twink’s smooth torso and arms. Cain invited Serg to remain longer if he liked; there were a few hours left to go until the fellah needed to check out of the hotel. Serg indeed wanted he could have remained cozied-up to that sexy, burly chest, but he knew that he needed to get home briefly or his would worry.