He was an intimidating figure – tall and muscular, his intense gaze smoldering with a kind of latent lust. The tightness of his pink lips spoke of secrets untold, yet something in his carriage belied a deep hunger to be experienced. It was his gaze, and the way it lingered on me, that made me aware of the depths of his craving. As I lay beneath him, his gaze would make me weak with anticipation; like a lightning rod he had tapped into a creative pool of carnal energy, of which he seemed to understand all its depths and breadth.
His mouth was where his craving truly expressed itself, and as his tongue found its way around my face, I felt that familiar tide of pleasure rising. His kisses were unlike anything I’d ever felt before – never gentle, yet never rough either. Rather the combination of firm pressure and and soft strokes of his teeth sent chills down my spine until my body was on fire with passion. This is the story of a homoerotic facial, Truman Capote style.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Initial Anticipation
- 2. Appreciating the Sensual and Arousing Touch
- 3. Surrendering to Facial Pleasures
- 4. Aftermath of an Intimate Facial Moment
- In Retrospect
1. The Initial Anticipation
The Setup
I arrived at his apartment in a fever of anticipation, a warm tingle up my spine. He opened his door wearing that knowing smirk, his hands sliding around my neck until our lips met in a long, slow kiss. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his pressed against mine and I felt a surging deluge of pleasure and excitement travel from my lips to my toes. He moved towards the bedroom, my eagerness abated by the realization of what was to come.
The seductive scent of desire hung heavy in the air as he motioned for me to climb onto the bed. I ran my hands over the fabric, savoring the sensation of its curves as I positioned myself against the footboard. His eyes never left mine as he joined me, his movements smooth, controlled and steady. His hands on my body were electric, like a jolt of arousal radiating outward. As we lay side by side, his fingers grazed my skin, claiming my lips in another searing kiss.
The Act
He rolled me onto my back, his touch light yet firm. His lips glided down my neck and tightened at my navel, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Our eyes locked as he rested between my legs and delicately parted them apart. I heard the faint sound of his zipper, a soft, almost imperceptible whisper. The anticipation stirred like a tempest inside of me, an aching desire ready to be unleashed.
The moment our mouths met I surrendered myself to the sensations. His tongue tenderly explored my own, spooling strands of silky warmth across my taste buds. His gusto was obvious, each kiss stronger than the one before as he pulled me closer and closer. My body quivered as he moved to my ears, my neck, my chest, my nipples, and back to my mouth. Again and again, his hands sliding across my body in perfect, rhythmic motion, a teasing pattern of pleasure that incited a chaos of sensations.
I gasped as I felt his lips on mine again and my body trembled in response. He firmly embraced me with one arm and put the other behind my head, tilting my head up to look directly at him. As his lips grazed mine for one final time, I felt the warmth of his breath. My eyes fluttered shut as I murmured a silent prayer. Everything I had ever wanted was here, in this one instant in time. This was the moment of no return.
2. Appreciating the Sensual and Arousing Touch
The Perfect Scene
My heart quickened at the sight of him. His eyes met mine and I felt as if the world was suspended in time. His hands moved slow and sensual down my face, his fingers exploring every corner of my jawline and cheeks. His touch was light and gentle and sent electric currents through my body. I felt my face heat up and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to indulge in this precious moment.
The Facial
His hand was still on my face when I felt his breath on my neck and heard his heavy sigh. His lips peach soft and so perfectly formed were soon upon mine. His kiss took my breath away and as he gained more control of the moment I could taste every nuance on his tongue. His other hand moved slower, tracing my lips and cheeks with a tender caress. His fingers traveled lower, trailing my chin until he found what he was looking for. His lips moved farther down, savoring each inch and making subtle stops along my neck. His gentle exploration finally reached the apex of my pleasure when his tongue made a gentle glide over my mouth, allowing me to taste the sweetness that had already so fully aroused me. I felt his lips press against my own as he gently moved his tongue in and out of my parted mouth. I was lost in the sensation, feeling the warmth of his sweet breath and the heat of each one of his gentle kisses. When his lips left mine I felt a sudden emptiness and a need to have more of his touch. His feather light hands trailed lower now, his fingertips lightly brushing my eyes, my forehead, my cheeks and my chin. His lips moved softly across my face as he continued to explore every inch of my skin. His mouth finally found its desired destination when he moved in to plant little kisses around my eyes, his hands still gently caressing my cheeks. He stayed there for a few short but exquisite moments, then his mouth made a slow and sensual voyage back toward mine for one final passionate kiss. When his lips finally left mine, I was left with a feeling of warmth in my chest and a heightened sense of pleasure that had been unleashed.
3. Surrendering to Facial Pleasures
Flesh was dripping with desire as the partners closed in on each other. Enveloped in anticipation, they found solace in soothing caresses that led them closer to one another. His tongue was laid upon his partner’s like an explorer mapping out a new country, finding every hidden potion of pleasure. He gently sprawled out on the bed, allowing his body to be a canvas for their mutual exploration.
The pleasure quickly reached its peak when the man above pushed his partner to the brink of no return. His hands clamping down onto his cheeks exposed the face below, vulnerable and exposed to what was to come. His jaw became agape as he felt the man above let loose a gusher of pleasure. His tongue cunningly licking his lips as he filled each pore of his face with his warm, sticky love nectar. His body responding in a flurry of undulating contractions of pure satisfaction.
- The pleasure body was palpable.
- An intense experience of surrendering.
- A homoerotic facial etched in their memories forever.
4. Aftermath of an Intimate Facial Moment
The Aftermath
- The kiss was gentle yet passionate. Sweet yet urgent.
- His warm breath caressed his lover’s face.
- Pleasure carrying the night on the waves of their feelings.
After the satisfying climax of the orgasm, tongues entwined in pleasure, both lovers’ bodies tucked in embrace as if they were one, the aftermath of this moment was somehow even more beautiful. His lover’s face was bathed in the glorious warmth that only intimate moments between two people can produce. His nose lingered, taking in the salty scent of sweat mixed with the musky aroma of their joined bodies. The slow caress of a fingertip down his lover’s damp face as a soft sigh of contentment was heard. This beautiful moment shared between them, this exquisite glimpse of pure pleasure, was the result of their union.
In Retrospect
The hot room was now filled with the wet aftermath of our passionate play. The sheets were still warm to the touch, the scent of spilled love hung heavy in the air, while the deep, lingering taste of cum and desire remained on our lips. We lay there satisfied, looking into each other’s eyes, basking in our wanton indulgence. It was a homoerotic facial Truman Capote style, an unforgettable experience, an intimate memory that will forever remain close to my heart.