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Ruben Lambrechts was not in Namibia now. He was far off from his home, in a luxe hotel deep in the beating heart of the world, New York City. He kept pinching himself on the plane ride over to NYC as if it were a dream.
In a bedroom, the conservationist dreamboat had jitters. He had been invited to the Met Gala! The Met fricking Gala. A charity ball that happens once a year, and only the most influential people are allowed to go. He was just a conservationist and not a fashion plate who had somehow gone viral due to an algorithm and his love for his planet. His handsome good looks seemed to help, but at the moment. Ruben was standing close to the entrance of his hotel room in his jungle green briefs, waiting for someone to deliver his clothes. They were couture, of course, but he literally had to be there in forty minutes because that was how much time he had to get ready. But the driver was caught in traffic. He had received a text saying the garments would be delivered in twenty minutes. That text had been almost an hour ago.
He was going to be so late that to save time, he had groomed and undressed to make sure he could put his clothes on as quickly as possible. His ride would be here at an allotted time, and possibly leave without him if he was not down there. Ruben took deep breaths and relaxed. Tried to. An image of him just in his briefs and socks. He didn't even have the proper shoes.
He had so much anxiety that he was going to be late. Was there some sort of appearance order? What if he missed his queue and could not get in? He bit his lip in frustration. He was hoping to use tonight as a platform to get donations for his causes. Protecting the Earth and its most vulnerable creatures.
There was a knock on the door. Straightforward. He scurried to the door and pulled it open all the way without even a thought. There was a blond-haired man with a wide grin standing, his grin widening when he saw the state of Ruben.
Ruben knew him. He had seen him in his underwear too, not in person but in an advert. A very sexy advert that made him buy a few pairs.
"I think this is yours, mate. And I believe..those are mine?" He arched an eyebrow at the briefs that Ruben was in, causing the young man to blush. Of course, he was wearing the exact brand that Robert Irvine would be advertising.
Robert held up a garment bag.
"Thank you, oh, come on in. I am going to be terribly late otherwise."
"Love your videos. And the shorts you are in." Robert subtly licked his lips, hoping that Ruben caught it. He was very interested in getting to know this sexy dude who was rocking his world in a pair of green briefs. Robert believed in serendipity. He also had noticed how much tighter Ruben's briefs were now. Dude said he was running late, but would he have time to romp a little?
"I believe you got something for me, too."
"Do you want a tip?" Ruben asked, confused. He had the garment bag in his hand and wanted to change, but there was a sort of electric spark in the air. Robert's hot eyes were upon his toned physique, and he was having a hard time concentrating. In his head, he imagined Robert undressing down to his undies. Rubbing his bulge. He gulped nervously. Had silence ever been this loud?
"Nah, dude, I want this." His hand snaked out and rubbed Ruben's mound. Ruben moaned and bit his lip. Fuck he looked so sexy, Robert mused.
"You need to relax. I can tell how stressed you are. Do you want to go to the Gala in this state?"
Ruben shook his head earnestly. He did not want to go looking stressed at all.
"I can help you." A teasing tone as he continued rubbing Ruben's very appreciative cock.
"Yes, but I don't want to be late." That teasing Aussie drawl was driving Ruben wild.
"I'll be quick, really thorough." He hadn't expected Ruben to be so quick to jump at a chance to get some action. He was so sweet and innocent-looking.
"What do you want me to do?" His pretty eyes stared up at Robert.
"On your knees and take my cock out!" He commanded.
The man went down his face close to the massive mound in Robert's trousers. He breathed in the scent of manhood. It was quite something else!
"I've never done--"
"Take it out. You said you were in a hurry," Robert spoke, grin still on his face. He rubbed Ruben's head in a way to try to give him some comfort.
With shaky hands, he reached out for the zipper. The hiss of metal unteething. He remembered the button at the top. Slowly, he pulled the trousers down. They were wearing the same underwear. The same jungle green. It looked so good on Robert. His muscular thighs. Ruben touched them with relevance and palmed the cock still inside, wanting to come out and get inside his mouth...and ass?
He kissed the tip, inhaling the scent of the fabric and got dizzy. Ruben's mouth began to water. Robert was rubbing his head in slow circles. Running his fingers through his hair.
With a steady hand, he grabbed the waistband of the briefs. There were darker spots on the briefs, darker green. His precum. Ruben swallowed nervously. Can I really do this? Boing, the cock sprang out, and he was eye to eye with a thick piece of meat. It looked so big up close.
His lips parted, and Robert slapped his cock playfully against his cheek and then on his parted lips. Ruben licked his lip clean of the clear fluid. It tasted... exhilarating. It tasted. He loved the taste. Opening wide, he took the head in, and both men groaned. God, he had a sweet face but sweeter mouth. Robert had to stop himself from shoving his entire thickness inside Ruben's mouth and down his throat. Breathing through his nose and channelling his favourite hero, Thomas the Tank Engine, Ruben slowly but surely took more and more of Robert's dong deeper into his mouth and then into his throat.
This sexy dude is a natural. Robert patted himself on the back. Knew he had it in his mind. A perfect little--
"Cockslut." He hissed, and Ruben groaned in agreement. His own cock was hard and dripping cum, staining his own undies.
Robert pulled his dick out and started rubbing it all over his face. Dollops of his special sauce speckled Ruben's entire handsome face. Going to the Met Gala was the furthest thing from his mind now. He shivered in delight. Being late was awesome!
"Get up. Baby" Robert pulled him up, wrapped his arms around Ruben and kissed him hard. His first kiss with another bloke. Ruben saw stars. This was.. life changing. Violins and fireworks and roses blooming.
"Please ...fuck me," Ruben mewled to Robert. In for a penny, in for a pound. Trembling, he turned around and presented his luscious backside. Robert whistled appreciatively. palming those plump buttocks in his hands. Rubbing them. The briefs went down his legs, and Ruben kicked them off.
"Coming up! Baby!"
"I'm a virgin," Ruben groaned.
"Yes, baby, I know. I will be careful. I am gonna go in, but I want you to let me know if it hurts, OK. Relax. Take deep breaths and unclench your ass. Relax. Come here." Robert's lips were on Ruben's. Both groaned with the need.
Robert was on his knees, pushing Ruben's buttcheeks apart. Shit, he was going to be tight. A tongue here, hot and needy into that moist hole. Almost drunk on that taste of it. So fresh and pure.
Ruben stifled a moan.
"Let it out. Moan for me. Tell me how much you want it." A finger went in there, found some resistance, so the tongue was back. Licking and suckling, getting that cunt so nice and wet.
"You are so tight."He was pushing two fingers in and out of his soping salvia drenched cunt. Making space for his large trouser snake. Thoughts of it inside his virgin hole were making Ruben's dong drip thick strands of his precum.
"Am gonna have to add a third finger, mate." But first. He spun him around and wrapped his lips around his aching cock head.
"Oh gawd Irwin."Ruben whined, pressing more of his hard into Robert's mouth. "Please, " whined Ruben.
"Here, suck on this," Robert pulled off gasping. His cock tasted so good. Fuck they didn't have much time. "Hurry, he says," Ruben muttered before "Taste this." he shoved his cunt slick finger's into Ruben's mouth. They were licked clean with precision.
Shit, Robert forgot about a third finger. It was now or never!
"Here comes my cock, now you're ready for it, mate?"
"Yes." Ruben was ready.
Robert gritted his teeth as he slowly but surely guided his cock into Ruben's backside. Slow and steady. The feeling of being filled up and complete made Ruben's eyes flutter. So this is what it was all about. Whoa. Wow. He felt fulfilled.
Ruben pressed back a little harder eliciting moans from both him and Robert.
"Whoa, slow your roll, let me get in all the way." Robert cautioned.
"You feel so good in me." He admitted, his face red.
Robert's hands snaked around and rubbed Ruben's hard cock, dropping precum. I got to spend some more time with his dick if we have time, Robert mused as he got his fingers wet with Ruben's precum. If we were not on a time crunch, I would do everything in my power to sit on this cock!
'Taste yourself. Champ."
Ruben lapped up his cum from Robert's fingers. He tasted amazing.
'I can't any longer, fuck. Here it comes, Ruben." He spurted his spunk deep inside Ruben's ass. Deep and Ruben felt every blast of the Irwin cream.
"Argh," Rubem came hard too into Robert's wily hands that were at the right place at the right time, collecting his spunk.
Both men caught their breath and suckled on Robert's cum covered fingers.
"How much time?" Ruben breathed and smiled the sweetest smile at Robert. They embraced their naked, sweaty bodies.
" Enough time for a quick shower? Just a wash off. You want to wear my underwear tonight?
"Yes. And I will..wear yours?"
'Deal"
"I want your number, please. I want to... see you again?"
'Yeah," Both grinned triumphantly at each other.
"Into the shower we go."
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Now, Ruben didn't believe in coincidences. This was meant to happen, greeted at the door by that sexy naturalist blogger, whose eyes lit up as he was in the underwear that he had done a campaign for. It was the universe throwing something at both of them. They had a connection awaiting them, had met, connected and now both lads wanted more of a connection.
Ruben was fashionably late with the tiniest amount of Robert's spunk still in his hole that he had not been able to lick out and feed to Ruben while they showered together.
He smelled a mixture of both theot sweat and cum, mingled with an expensive cologne he could not. pronounce. Ruben smiled gravely as the cameras clicked.
As he took a step back, he bumped into a tall, beautiful man in a multi-coloured suit. He was holding a fencing mask made from the same material and also a sword.
"Nice sword," he quipped, staring down at his trousers, then subtly winking. Making love to Robert Irwin had awakened something in him. More confidence with men.
"Yours too sexy," the very sexy Olympian fencer Miles Chamley-Watson quipped, eyeballing the cute twink with a cute accent. "Wanna hold my sword for a sec?" He gently took Ruben's hand and placed it over his trousers. Ruben tenderly squeezed a very large erect cock, getting a feel for it and imagining it inside him.
"You got a nice one too. Would love to get a closer look at it."
"After party at the Meatpacking District. Just dudes," he winked. "Wanna be my plus one?" Ruben's smile gave Miles his answer.