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August 10, 2023 | Full Length Video : 34min 56sec
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Cain Marko had been through some very interesting—and sometimes, extremely 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 long day of negotiations and seemingly endless documents to sign, Cain finally finished his business and decided to go back to his hotel room. The hunky DILF had a hankering for a local delicacy—or, more precisely, a hot Ukrainian dude to have some fun with for the evening.

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To Cain’s delight, some fun crossed his path. Serg, a young-looking blonde twink with a sexy buzzcut, pinged his hookup app. After some dirty, flirty DM’s, the boy made his way to Cain’s hotel 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 sex had been awfully good. The cuddling afterwards—arguably just as satisfying. The young Ukrainian lad laid back against the older American businessman’s furry chest with a beaming countenance. Cain traced his fingers up and down the twink’s smooth chest and arms.

Cain invited Serg to stay longer if he liked; there were several hours left to go until the gentleman needed to check out of the hotel. Serg really wished he could have remained cozied-up to that sexy, burly chest, but he knew that he needed to get home soon or his mother would worry.

Cain felt 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 young Ukrainian dude 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 edge 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 hopped off of the bed and instead of getting dressed, he picked up his phone and returned to Cain’s side in the bed.

He wasn’t sure why, but Serg felt an impulse to share something with Cain. The boy pulled up his phone screen and showed the American a recent photo of his mother. Cain arched his eyebrow; she was quite beautiful. Serg blushed when the sweet-faced man suggested kindly that the boy got his good looks from her.

And then, things got real.

Serg casually commented that, in fact, his mother had told him that he looked very much like his father. However, sadly, the young boy had never met his father. Apparently, around twenty years ago, Serg’s mother had a brief but passionate affair with a charming, kind-hearted Mormon missionary. It was this specific admission that made Cain take a sharp breath.

Serg swiped his phone screen and pulled up another photo. This time it was of a dashing gentleman with kind eyes and a warm smile 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 photo was apparently his father. Cain was certain: the man in the photo was also Cain’s brother.

Cain had lost nearly all the color in his face. One could imagine that the dude didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Serg, meanwhile, sat perfectly still, as if any movement would capsize them. Their glances went from their phone 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 twink pulled up his apps and found himself an incredible catch: a sturdy, chiseled hunk of a man from New York City was nearby looking for some hot hotel room fun. The lusty twink most definitely had the hots for daddies, so he messaged the sexy dude straightaway.

As the young lad walked down the hallway to Cain’s suite, he quickly checked in with his mother 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 hotel room door.

The man that let Serg in was even better looking in person than in his photos. The sexy daddy had a massive, muscular body and a golden smile. Serg couldn’t help but comment on how attractive he thought Cain was—when someone looks that good, you just gotta let ‘em know, he thought. Serg absolutely adored the way Cain looked at him. Cain drank the boy up with his eyes as if he were thirsty.

Cain stripped the steamed-up twink’s shirt and jeans and laid him belly-down on the mattress. All that remained was the boy’s thin, tight black briefs. He lavishly rubbed his soft, fleecy beard up, down and all around the material, making Serg keen and moan as the experienced daddy gently pressed his face into the boy’s backside and inhaled deeply.

It was at this moment that young Serg couldn’t believe his luck at finding such a masterful, magic man. Serg was delightfully taken aback by Cain’s wondrous sexuality expressed with such generosity and legitimate longing.

But he was not the only one that longed—Cain needed a blowjob right away. Serg was more than happy to deliver—the eager twink moaned 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 wet mouth. Had the gratified dad tried to form words, they merely would’ve just spilled out as incoherent vowels.

Hours went by and yet their time together felt like mere minutes. Serg couldn’t believe how electrifying Cain’s tongue felt. It never left Serg’s mouth for long as they enthusiastically made the bed springs creak. Between the pounding of his hole and the strength of Cain’s kiss, Serg knew he couldn’t possibly last much longer.

Serg sang as his climax completely enveloped him. His tight, tender rectum clenched with the waves of intense pleasure that rocked his entire body. The further-tightening love tunnel was all Cain’s cock needed to proceed with a bed-shaking orgasm.

As their minds and bodies calmed in the afterglow of their shared climax, Cain held the boy tightly to him as they shared a suddenly deep moment neither one of them could wrap their minds around, but were somehow very grateful for anyway.

Serg just wanted to enjoy the precious moment while he could with this unexpectedly wonderful stranger. It was really too bad that Serg had to leave sooner rather than later—and probably would never see Mr. Marko again…

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1. Late Night Surprise 35mn
Cain Marko had been through some very interesting—and sometimes, extremely 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 long day of negotiations and seemingly endless documents to sign, Cain finally finished his business and decided to go back to his hotel room. The hunky DILF had a hankering for a local delicacy—or, more precisely, a hot Ukrainian dude to have some fun with for the evening. To Cain’s delight, some fun crossed his path. Serg, a young-looking blonde twink with a sexy buzzcut, pinged his hookup app. After some dirty, flirty DM’s, the boy made his way to Cain’s hotel 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 sex had been awfully good. The cuddling afterwards—arguably just as satisfying. The young Ukrainian lad laid back against the older American businessman’s furry chest with a beaming countenance. Cain traced his fingers up and down the twink’s smooth chest and arms. Cain invited Serg to stay longer if he liked; there were several hours left to go until the gentleman needed to check out of the hotel. Serg really wished he could have remained cozied-up to that sexy, burly chest, but he knew that he needed to get home soon or his mother would worry. Cain felt 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 young Ukrainian dude 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 edge 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 hopped off of the bed and instead of getting dressed, he picked up his phone and returned to Cain’s side in the bed. He wasn’t sure why, but Serg felt an impulse to share something with Cain. The boy pulled up his phone screen and showed the American a recent photo of his mother. Cain arched his eyebrow; she was quite beautiful. Serg blushed when the sweet-faced man suggested kindly that the boy got his good looks from her. And then, things got real. Serg casually commented that, in fact, his mother had told him that he looked very much like his father. However, sadly, the young boy had never met his father. Apparently, around twenty years ago, Serg’s mother had a brief but passionate affair with a charming, kind-hearted Mormon missionary. It was this specific admission that made Cain take a sharp breath. Serg swiped his phone screen and pulled up another photo. This time it was of a dashing gentleman with kind eyes and a warm smile 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 photo was apparently his father. Cain was certain: the man in the photo was also Cain’s brother. Cain had lost nearly all the color in his face. One could imagine that the dude didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Serg, meanwhile, sat perfectly still, as if any movement would capsize them. Their glances went from their phone 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 twink pulled up his apps and found himself an incredible catch: a sturdy, chiseled hunk of a man from New York City was nearby looking for some hot hotel room fun. The lusty twink most definitely had the hots for daddies, so he messaged the sexy dude straightaway. As the young lad walked down the hallway to Cain’s suite, he quickly checked in with his mother 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 hotel room door. The man that let Serg in was even better looking in person than in his photos. The sexy daddy had a massive, muscular body and a golden smile. Serg couldn’t help but comment on how attractive he thought Cain was—when someone looks that good, you just gotta let ‘em know, he thought. Serg absolutely adored the way Cain looked at him. Cain drank the boy up with his eyes as if he were thirsty. Cain stripped the steamed-up twink’s shirt and jeans and laid him belly-down on the mattress. All that remained was the boy’s thin, tight black briefs. He lavishly rubbed his soft, fleecy beard up, down and all around the material, making Serg keen and moan as the experienced daddy gently pressed his face into the boy’s backside and inhaled deeply. It was at this moment that young Serg couldn’t believe his luck at finding such a masterful, magic man. Serg was delightfully taken aback by Cain’s wondrous sexuality expressed with such generosity and legitimate longing. But he was not the only one that longed—Cain needed a blowjob right away. Serg was more than happy to deliver—the eager twink moaned 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 wet mouth. Had the gratified dad tried to form words, they merely would’ve just spilled out as incoherent vowels. Hours went by and yet their time together felt like mere minutes. Serg couldn’t believe how electrifying Cain’s tongue felt. It never left Serg’s mouth for long as they enthusiastically made the bed springs creak. Between the pounding of his hole and the strength of Cain’s kiss, Serg knew he couldn’t possibly last much longer. Serg sang as his climax completely enveloped him. His tight, tender rectum clenched with the waves of intense pleasure that rocked his entire body. The further-tightening love tunnel was all Cain’s cock needed to proceed with a bed-shaking orgasm. As their minds and bodies calmed in the afterglow of their shared climax, Cain held the boy tightly to him as they shared a suddenly deep moment neither one of them could wrap their minds around, but were somehow very grateful for anyway. Serg just wanted to enjoy the precious moment while he could with this unexpectedly wonderful stranger. It was really too bad that Serg had to leave sooner rather than later—and probably would never see Mr. Marko again…
2. Reunion 43mn
Dr. Legrand Wolf checked his phone again. The tall, handsome gentleman waited in the spacious Hotel NYC lobby for his brother Cain, who was arriving after a business trip to Ukraine. Cain had urgently requested to meet with Legrand upon his arrival from Kyiv. Initially, Legrand’s heart lurched in his chest. Was everything all right? Had the business deal somehow collapsed? Cain reassured his brother that the business deal was successful and without any issues. Legrand was relieved to hear this news—but before he could wonder what his brother’s urgency was for, Cain said he wanted to meet with Legrand soon and introduce him to someone. Legrand looked up from his phone as he caught sight of his brother and a young man entering the hotel lobby. The young man was fresh-faced, blonde-haired, and stylishly dressed, possibly—well, likely, given the location—Ukrainian. There was something else… familiar about him, but Legrand couldn't quite identify what else stood out about him. The young man blushed and smiled as he approached Legrand with Cain. He seemed a little too nervous to return Legrand’s gaze, and excused himself to use the hotel’s facilities. Cain, normally a chatterbox of a brother, seemed hesitant to speak. If that didn’t give away that something was going on to Legrand, nothing would. Legrand's suspicion was that his brother Cain's “urgent requirement” was just to meet another young and attractive companion. Cain had a talent for charming and seducing younger men, what with his broad, thick frame and dashing, bearded face. Cain cleared his throat and assured Legrand that this was not another teasing show-and-tell situation. At that moment, the handsome boy returned and quietly sat down across the table from Legrand. Legrand, subtly within his peripheral vision, looked him up and down while Cain introduced him. This handsome, healthy twink’s name was Serg. Serg smiled brightly and blushed in response at hearing his name. Cain chuckled, then collected himself and redirected the topic back to Legrand. He inquired about the conference Cain had presented at in Kyiv. Cain detailed how the conference had gone very well, but he was glad to be back home to NYC. They chatted for a bit before curiosity got the better of Legrand and he asked about the shy boy sitting with them. Cain smiled and turned back to Legrand while he kept glancing over at Serg, as if he were trying to communicate something with just his eyes. Cain described how he and the cute stranger had met and become acquainted during a brief break from the business trip in Kyiv. During their “very enjoyable” activities together, Cain disclosed how the boy was in possession of what he termed as ‘an interesting photo’ on his phone that he suspected that Legrand would want to take a look at. It was beginning to dawn on Legrand that whatever was on this kid’s phone was more than likely one of the main reasons that Cain had brought them all together. Serg silently took out his device and flicked the screen to life. He scrolled momentarily into his photo album, then set the phone down upon the table top and slid it over so that Legrand could see. Legrand's life changed forever in one profound moment when he saw a photo of a well-dressed man with kind eyes and a smile on his phone screen. Legrand thought the man looked like him, but… twenty years younger. And then it hit him. Legrand took a sharp breath and stared up at Serg. This couldn’t be. He peered over at Cain and requested some clarification. What, exactly, was he looking at? Cain explained to his brother that the photo he was looking at was the only one that Serg had of his father. Cain took a moment to let the gravity of the situation sink in. Legrand rubbed his face, shook his head, and asked why Cain hadn't told him about this before, especially since Cain had known about this for a while now. Cain merely replied with a shrug. He said that considering the unique situation it was best to meet in person. Legrand glanced over at Serg, who sat perfectly still, intently observing every word and movement. Cain insisted that the best possible option, in his opinion, was that everyone come together face-to-face and meet in a safe, comfortable environment. Legrand could hardly disagree, and yet he still felt blindsided. These bombshells were a lot to process. Legrand considered his options. His face reddened as he suddenly felt like he was under a giant spotlight. He glanced at the phone screen yet again: the photo had been taken by the boy’s mother almost twenty years ago in Ukraine. Legrand marveled at how young and happy he looked back then. There was so much suddenly that Legrand wanted to say. So much that he wanted to ask. And yet this was not the time nor the place to do so. Legrand asked his brother to allow him and Serg some time and space to be alone together and talk one-on-one. Cain agreed to this with no hesitation. Legrand and his brother made a date to meet the following evening at Cain’s. They could reconvene and catch up then. Cain said his goodbyes and left the hotel, leaving the reunited father and son staring at one another. After a few awkward moments, Legrand suggested that he and Serg go upstairs to his hotel room where the two of them could speak in private. Serg smiled that sweet boy smile again and nodded with what Legrand could have sworn was excited, happy eyes. Back in the hotel room just a few minutes later, Legrand invited the boy to sit. He watched, tongue-tied as Serg calmly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. For his part, Serg felt like he was in a dream. As he sat down on the soft, pure white sheets covering the mattress he couldn’t help but look up. Legrand, his father, was even taller than he’d imagined. At over six-and-a-half feet tall, the shockingly huge, barrel-chested man was quite the beefcake, Serg thought. For Legrand, he had finally figured out what it was about Serg that unexpectedly plucked at his heart-strings earlier: the boy was a spitting image of his breathtakingly beautiful mother. Serg, much like her, was fairly petite, but it was obvious the boy was clearly into going to the gym. He hardly had any trace left of baby fat remaining from his adolescence, and his physique was well-defined. Legrand admitted to the boy with a soft, wavering voice that he was uncertain what to say or how to proceed. Serg looked over at a white jacket that lay on the bed next to him. He hadn’t noticed it before, but as he looked at the jacket, he noticed that Legrand’s name was printed on the chest pocket. The print said ‘Dr. Wolf’. Serg’s heart beat just a little faster. Not only was his father a gorgeous, giant DILF, he was successful, as well. What Serg said in the next moment nearly knocked Legrand down: the boy quietly insisted that when Legrand had mentioned aloud that he thought Serg was cute and sexy, that he genuinely meant it, didn’t he? Legrand immediately turned red in the face. He recovered enough to admit that although every word that he said was perfectly honest and true, the situation dictated that the interaction from here on out be a solely appropriate one. Serg suddenly rose from his seat. He boldly strode forward and looked Legrand straight in the eye. He disclosed without a flinch or trace of hesitation that he found his long lost father to be incredibly sexy. Serg slowly reached up with one hand and gently pulled on his father’s shirt lapels. Legrand was now visibly shaking. His lust and craving for the boy had only intensified with each moment that passed since he’d first laid eyes on him. The reins of control started to loosen. As Serg brought his face up to his uncertain father, Legrand leaned very slowly down and he closed his eyes. And then the sweet boy kissed him. In the next moment, Legrand pulled his son all the way over to him and held the boy while he kissed him back. Serg slid his tongue inside his father’s mouth. Legrand cupped his son’s head and received the boy’s tongue with total relish. The breathing and kissing intensified with each passing moment. Legrand put both arms around his son’s sculpted shoulders. He couldn’t help but notice the glimmer of his wedding band—prompting him to slide it off and place it in his pocket. Legrand knew there was no holding back, no turning back. No regrets, either. This wholly unexpected turn of events had opened up something primal that he couldn’t and wouldn’t try to ignore for even another second. Legrand took his hand and slid it down and into his son’s pants, delighting in feeling the ultra-soft pubic hair between his large fingers. The boy gasped and opened his mouth wider, allowing the older man to engulf his entire mouth, lips and tongue in a passionate, saliva-swapping feast. Both of their shirts peeled off quickly and were thrown to the side. Serg pulled his father over to the bed and sat back down on the mattress. His perfect, delicate hands and fingers shook as he unbuttoned his father’s slacks. As Legrand’s pants finally dropped to the floor, Serg sucked in a sharp breath—his father’s jockeys were already cum-soaked by the enormous daddy dick bulging underneath. Legrand pushed his son back onto the center of the mattress. He hoisted the boy with one hand and yanked the boy’s jeans off with the other. Serg gasped—he had no idea that he had a deep-seated desire to be handled in such a way. Legrand firmly pushed his son’s legs back and immediately set his mouth upon the boy’s jockeys, aiming for the sensitive taint beneath his underwear. Legrand inhaled Serg’s scent, all the while running his lips and tongue up and down the boy’s most private of spaces. Serg rocked his head back against the mattress and had to utilize every ounce of willpower not to shout out with pleasure. Soon, Legrand climbed up onto the bed with his son and allowed his hand and fingers to roam where his tongue once was. Legrand noticed that Serg’s boy-rod was at full-mast beneath his jockeys. With a primal grunt, Legrand pulled his son’s underwear off and tossed them to the floor. The good doctor pulled his own jockeys off and began to prepare the horny twink son for the main course. He pulled Serg back up onto his knees and turned him around. He pulled the boy’s face back towards his own and darted his tongue back into his mouth. All the while, Legrand’s massive erection rubbed up and down the Ukrainian’s perfect buttcrack. The boy bent over and gave his dad the most generous of invites he could muster. Legrand slowly squeezed his aching cock inch-by-inch into Serg’s tunnel. The boy looked back and cried out when he felt how deeply he was being pushed into and explored. Father and son were soon lost inside what was for both of them the most intensely satisfying experience of their lives. Legrand was amazed by how naturally they fit together. The slow and tender penetration was notably increasing in fervor and pace. Suddenly, Serg was momentarily dismounted and flipped over onto his back. Legrand replanted himself. As the sex-driven dad rapidly slid his cock in and out of the boy’s hole, Serg grabbed ahold of his own boner and began to frantically stroke it. The bed began to steadily rock as father laid on top of his boy, and rammed his cock faster and deeper than before. Serg wrapped his arms and legs around Legrand’s extra-large, heaving frame. Now the boy was barely hanging on for dear life. As Legrand’s rapid fire thrusts jackhammered into Serg’s tiny, tight hole, the boy nearly lost consciousness. And then, it happened: The windows of the hotel room may as well have shattered as Legrand’s orgasm jolted through not just his own convulsing frame, but the wailing boy beneath him. Serg was beyond ecstasy. He was perilously out of breath, but he didn’t care. Father and son had consummated and satisfied their passion for one another. As the now-lovers held each other close and tried to catch their breaths, Legrand stroked his precious son’s beautiful face and promised the fine, young lad that this night was only the beginning…
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