Chris O'my Gowd

“He was hard to understand when he was drunk and his conversation openers would always sound like the title of a detective novel.“

How ‘bout a night with Chris O’Dowd and Alan Davies?

…just listening to the Irish accent and low voice of Chris and the flegmatic tone and slight lisping of Alan seems to be a pretty good start…

.in a room of an old house, illuminated only by the misterious and warm gloaming of a summer evening, infiltrating through the moist and heavy air, what is filled with various pleasant scents.

All senses would sharpen and getting more receptive to every little stimulus. We’d start to explore each other. Slowly, but driven by an unquestionably strong, instinctive, elemental lust. Smelling and tasting and touching the smooth skin, and unpredictably scratching, biting it for a moment, gently and playfully, then let go - more and more frequently and increasingly wilder… Wanting to touch every little inch of each other’s bodies, to feel all the curves, squeeze all the muscles, while enjoying every texture we reach.

I’d stroke and sensually grab their beautiful, curly hair (on their heads and also other places of their body…) just as if I couldn’t get enough of it, and they’d stroke and grab my curly hair as well..

It would feel like bathing in silk and velvet and flowers. And cocks.

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what an exquisite combination of male features!