A Jock’s Outrageous Welcome at My Door
I had my expectations of what a jock should be like – he should be tough, rugged and have a swagger that would make me buckle at the knees and quiver with desire. I was right – but nothing could have prepared me for what happened when he walked through my door. His outrageous welcome was one that would make Eros himself blush and titillated even me, a gay man who was too often used to seeing the cruel side of experience. His entrance was sexually charged, and for a few moments, the world around us seemed to still and forget itself in order to better witness this gloriously inappropriate display.
Table of Contents
- 1. Sensual Sights and Sounds of His Unforgettable Entrance
- 2. The Intoxicating Stun of His Uninvited Musculature
- 3. The Wild, Undeniable Heat of His Masculinity
- 4. His Sentimental Refuge In My Merciful Embrace
- Key Takeaways
1. Sensual Sights and Sounds of His Unforgettable Entrance
Light Leaks Across His Skin
My heart raced as I opened the door and the only thing that remained of my rational thinking was the sky-high anticipation. Cascades of light flooded into my apartment, bathing him in a flip of illuminating glimmer, peeking out from beneath his pressed white polo and well-fitted chino shorts. A tapestry of tawny features complemented his crystal blue eyes – as an overall picture perfectly on point. He smiled, tousled hair blown to the side with guests of the wind, and revealed the beautiful overlaid with contrasting hues. Light pink lipgloss poppin’ against his deep brown complexion, jungle green eyes twinkling in the night, sparks of smokey copper and grey dimpling his face. He was breathtakingly handsome.
Wet Kisses in Passionate Wordplay
His energy bubbling and spilling into the space, instantly stimulating my senses with his eagerness as he wrapped his arms around me for an unforgettable embrace. He grew bold with the wind and my wanting breath, like the caffeine we needed to sustain our rambunctious play. We kissed in silence as time stood still; a sensual tango of desire and anticipation. His conveyance of emotion transcended all language, and yet he used his words with the dexterity of a master of seduction. His breath enveloped me in waves, sultry, provocative and trembling, as with each ear-struck syllable the heat between us intensified exponentially. Without haste, I wanted to explore every inch his magnetic aura had to offer and to sink deeper into the quicksand of our moment.
2. The Intoxicating Stun of His Uninvited Musculature
One: His Apparition
I opened the door, and in the threshold of my quiet studio apartment stood a monochrome apparition of masculinity. His broad shoulders, angular facial features, and grungy beard created an intoxicating aura of masculinity. Tight, form-fitting clothes accentuated his hard, sculpted body and outlined the definition in each muscle. His rich pool of midnight hair grew wild, and his sultry black eyes lingered with a seductive stare.
Two: His Invite
He was strong, dominating, and brashly uninvited but deeply compelling. His abrupt entrance gave no welcome, yet an inviting, unmistakable suggestion of a carnal impromptu rendezvous lingered in the air. His gaze met mine and with a hint of salaciousness, he made his unwelcomed yet mouth-watering invitation to sexual improprieties.
- Broad shoulders
- Angular features
- Grungy beard
- Seductive black eyes
- Wild midnight hair
- Muscular physique
- Sultry gaze
- Seductive invitation
- Intoxicating aura
3. The Wild, Undeniable Heat of His Masculinity
His Lips
I remember my heart racing and my toes curling the moment his lips pressed against mine. His lips were full and wet and I could feel the entire length of his muscle pressed against me. His mouth moved slowly and expertly against mine, as if he had been doing this for years, while my heart pounded as if I had never felt anything so electric. His breath was warm and inviting, and his tongue caressed every inch of mine in the most tantalizing way. I felt as if I was in the presence of some ancient god, masterfully and skillfully executing a passionate, thrilling dance between our mouths.
His Touch
The heat of his body brushing against mine was undeniable. I could feel the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen pressed against mine as he moved closer and closer. His hands were strong and firm as they explored my body, tracing the lines of my curves and exploring my crevices until there was nothing left he had not touched. His touch was gentle yet confident, and he made sure to leave a trail of heat within me wherever his hands ran until I was entirely enraptured in utmost pleasure. His touch tantalized my skin, sending waves of pleasurable electricity through my body that made me quiver in delight.
4. His Sentimental Refuge In My Merciful Embrace
- His Brazen Descent Into My Bed: The feel of his body as he rained down on top of me was like a runaway train, barreling towards a fiery, rocky end. I could feel each titillating thrust of his pelvis against mine, sending a shudder through my entire being. His hands were a relentless massager, heating my body with each motion. My fingers eagerly dug into his back, drawing out more of his ferv all of my inhibitions. His lips worked their way up my neck, finally coming to rest on my exposed mouth.
- Our Intimate Reunion of Persistent Intimacy: Our union was an eruption of explosive emotions and intoxicating sensations. His muscular body intensified the passion that encircled us, with every inch wanting more. For every touch of his hands sent an electric jolt that sent us headlong into a place of complete satisfaction. His dynamism overwhelmed any doubting thoughts, as we clung to each other and tasted the essence of divine pleasure. Every kiss was prolonging its strength as time stood still and our souls embraced in a bond that was everlasting.
Key Takeaways
The door swung open one last time, as I anxiously waited for the jock’s reaction. When he finally bowed his head and stepped inside, I was instantly captivated by the sensual way in which his muscular body moved. His powerful arms were outstretched, and his strong body pressed against me, his hard chest pushing right up against mine. His hot breath caressed my neck as he whispered in my ear the words I had longed to hear: “Welcome home, lover.” He then proceeded to claim my body as his own, and we surrendered to an intoxicatingly passionate evening, full of moans, skin on skin contact, and all the erotic delights that can only come when two gay men surrender to their carnal desires. In that moment, I realized that this jock had made me his — and I welcomed him with open arms.
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