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Russell Tovey changed in the private taxi, giving his curly-haired driver with those beautiful grey eyes more than an eyeful. It was a blessing that they were driving slowly because there was no way he would be able to keep his eye on the road.
He was growing his mustache out. He looked good enough to ride. A tight t-shirt with the slogan take me to the Louvre and fuck me in the bathroom stall. A pair of navy boxer briefs that championed his ass and bulge completed his look. There was no way he was going to the Met Gala if they were being co-sponsored by a certain evil river. Bad Bunny had sent a look- alike to the gala and had schemed to throw a gala of his very own. The most exclusive in the city!
Russell winked at the driver, a curly-haired fella with melting grwt eyes. Russell motioned the driver by hand to come give him a hand by helping remove Russell's trousers. The man parked the car in a secluded spot, jumped out and rubbed his cock in anticipation.
The Driver opened the door and found his client had pulled down his underwear to his ankle, his cock erect, ready to make a new friend.
Licking his lips, Fares, the driver, moved in, kneeling on the backseat seat. Fares rubbed those toned, lightly furred spread legs and with a tender lick swallowed most of that tasty cock. Bobbing up and down. Taking it all with ease, it was nothing, but gosh, the feeling in his mouth-that was something. Fares had a lot of practice with his situationship, a simultaneous interpreter named Pablo, whose advert Fares had answered. He worked for the UN and was hoping to learn the Syrian-specific dialect of Arabic. For the language help, Fares was not only learning Spanish but also learning how to please a man. After language lessons, the dudes usually 69ed each other to completion, then cooked dinner together.
Russell lay back, stifling his groans. The evening was off to a great start as he unloaded inside the cutie's mouth, who swallowed efficiently.
"Hey, thanks so much for your help! Looks like you need some ..attention. Come here, baby. What's your name? I'm Russell." A kiss on his lips as he fumbled his sexy dude's belt.
"Fares."
"Looks like your cock is just straining to come out and say hello? Can I say hi?"
Yes, the curly-haired dude murmured close to him. Russell nuzzled the side of Fares' neck between soft kisses.
The thick, curved cock was beautiful, and Russell wasted no time, diving right in, inhaling the beauty to the hilt. Fares had not been able to jerk off that morning because he had slept through his alarm and tried to not cum too fast. But all good things come to cum at the end, he flooded Russell's wily mouth with his liquid protein. Cum was so good!
The men savoured and basked in the ambience of the afterglow. Fares saw the slogan on Russell's shirt and blushed.
"Wanna come to a party? You can even bring a friend?!"
"When is it?"
"Tonight. You are taking me there! When does your shift end?"
"I don't have anything to wear, and I am my own boss!" Russell nodded to himself. This sexy dude def was a boss.
Russell stared at the blue briefs around Fares' thick ankles. He touched the cloth before rubbing his half-hard cock
" Those briefs will do nicely. That's all you need to be in to show up. You got a bud as a plus one?"
'I can text someone." Fares nodded. Pablo, of course.
"Text him now. We can go pick him up, and then all go together!" Russell smiled at Fares, and Fares smiled back.
Tonight was gonna be so much fun!