A Hard-Boiled Shaft in the Dark: Taking Owen’s Cock In My Ass
The light in the dark alley shone down on Owen, a midnight figure standing there in nothing but a leather jacket and a smile as wide as the moon. His jeans hung low around his hips like a second skin, the faded denim teasing with hints of the hard-boiled shaft beneath. There was something in his eyes, a kind of power that drew me in, inviting me to fall in.
I felt the urge to take him as he stood there before me. His cock was pointing out its desire and I obliged, my tight hole open and ready to receive it. It felt so good, and I moaned as deep as if it was the dirty streets that I was exploring. He moved slowly in me, thrusting deeper and deeper until I felt I was going to break apart. I felt as if I could stay in this moment forever, my body afire with a passion that could never be tamed.
This was a hard-boiled shaft in the dark, and it was mine to savor.
Table of Contents
- 1. Blurred Lines: Inviting a Stranger In
- 2. Igniting the Night: The Fire Of Passionate Gay Sex
- 3. Desires Of The Flesh: Lost In Pleasure
- 4. Taking In His Shaft: A Hard-Boiled Moment Of Pleasure
- To Wrap It Up
1. Blurred Lines: Inviting a Stranger In
The encounter
Owen and I had been flirting for about a month. We’d meet up at the local dive bar, the one that smelled like stale beer and sounded of smothered moans. There was something intoxicating about it, something about the way he winked at me that made me feel alive. Each seemingly innocent conversation would result in an even deeper level of flirtation and intimacy.
I had been craving something more and when Owen invited me over, I readily accepted. My heart began to race at the thought of us together, in the darkness. As I opened the door, my eyes were met with a dimly lit room that smelled magnetic; our mutual intensity in every corner. We were quick to move closer, all the stolen glances really paying off. His lips met mine, stirring something that had been on a low simmer.
The deed
He slowly and gently removed all of my clothing, his eyes tracing the curves of my body with a newfound appreciation. He pressed his body into mine, encompassed in a tight embrace as the intensity of passion took the control of the room.
We shifted as Owen moved behind me and teased me with fresh feels. His hands beginning their exploration of my body with every passionate press of his lips. He paid special attention to my ass, his fingertips tracing the circumference before pushing me onto all fours at the bedside.
The anticipation of finally feeling his long shaft inside me was almost unbearable. My breaths grew shallower as his hands massaged my insatiable ass, lubing it up with a layer of sweat. His cock pressed firmly against my opening before finally entering me. The fullness of him pressing deep within my walls sent waves of pleasure rocketing across my entire being. Owen and I rocked in unison, becoming more and more engrossed in each other’s pleasure. His moans, and my sighs, creating our own background music in the intense darkness.
2. Igniting the Night: The Fire Of Passionate Gay Sex
The Scene:
- The streets were dark, the alleyway darker.
- A figure emerged from the murky shadows, furtive and determined.
- He was here for the night, recently released from his constraints – finally, he was free.
He strode forth into the blackness, salivating at the prospect of forbidden pleasure and forbidden joy. He was here to reunite with a lover from the past, who now eagerly awaited his arrival.
He found his dark lover, Owen, crouching in the alleyway, his body arched in anticipation, his face flushed with excitement, his unbridled passion evident in his every gesture. He was ready for the night to come.
For hours they devoured each other, their bodies meshing together into a blur of searing heat and shuddering pleasure. They climaxed together, Owen’s cock igniting in his ass until stars shot through his vision.
As morning arrived, they lay entwined and exhausted in each other’s arms, the night of activity still smoldering between them.
3. Desires Of The Flesh: Lost In Pleasure
The clock above Owen’s bed registered 11:35 pm. My anticipation and hunger burning, it felt like he had been waiting for me all night. He met me halfway across the room, his energy electric and his expression fierce. He pushed his fingers up beneath my shirt as he pulled me close, hard and demanding. His kiss tasted of midnight and desperation, full ofdominance and lust.
The fire ignited between us, I struggled to get free of my clothing. He grabbed my belt and undid it with furious speed, yanking my pants down to the floor with my briefs. My cock stood up, demanding and desperate, wanting only his touch. He knew it, and smiled as he went down to his knees, intertwining his fingers together and bringing them to his lips. My breath caught in my throat as he tasted my shaft, taking it into his lips. He licked and suckled until my body vibrated with pleasure.
Owen got to his feet, his eyes feverish and his body rigid. He pulled me onto the bed in front of him, pushing his hand up behind my back and lifting me effortlessly, pressing me against his hardness. We fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, his large erection pushing so deep into my tight ass. His thrusts were fast and frantic, pushing me to a place between pain and pleasure. The explosion of pleasure overwhelmed me, and I found myself lost in it, my cries echoing off the walls.
The bite of Owen’s skin on my neck, the pushing sensation of his hardness deep inside me, and the salty sweet taste of his lips were all I could think of as I lay in his arms, feeling a satisfaction that I’d never known before.
4. Taking In His Shaft: A Hard-Boiled Moment Of Pleasure
Throbbing—that’s what I felt as soon as I opened the door, the flickering light from the streetlamp highlighting the shape of Owen’s body. His thrusts were already getting more intense as he entered me, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of his length inside me. I had never felt such power before—the power of a man ready to give himself to me completely. I gasped, feeling the velocity of his hips as he drove further and deeper into my depths, causing my grip on his back to tighten. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his chest as I clung to him, wanting to hold on as long as I could.
He picked up the pace, and I knew I was at a crossroad. This was it—the moment that defined pleasure and pain. His length glided inside me in perfect coordination with his thrusts, each one more powerful and exquisite than the last. I moaned louder, letting him know that I wanted no other than him. He pounded into me harder, and I felt myself reaching out for something I never wanted to let go of—the exquisite feeling of having Owen’s hard-boiled shaft inside me.
To Wrap It Up
He moaned in pleasure as I pleasure him from behind and with every thrust I could feel his hardness pushing further into my body. Afterwards, we lay there limp and exhausted, enjoying the afterglow. It had been intense, passionate, and thrilling – something I hadn’t felt in a long time. As the night wore on, I knew I’d never forget this moment, this dark hard-boiled shaft in the dark that had filled me with rapture.
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