A Slurp in the Caribbean – Sucking Cock in Antigua
I was ready for the sun, the sand, and the sea—but not the intimacy. That just came as an unexpected surprise.
The Caribbean was a place of beauty and adventure and, little did I know, forbidden pleasures I’d only ever imagined. Within two days, I had already done more than I ever expected, the most invigorating of which was a Slurp in the Caribbean, sucking cock in Antigua. It was a magical and sensual experience that I will never forget.
Taking a stroll down the beach, away from the prying eyes of the tourists, I was presented with a never-ending opportunity to find a willing partner. Seeing the alluring and exotic shapes of the archipelago, it felt almost trite to set my sights on something more hedonistic. But I could feel a naughty glance in the corner of my eye and, when I turned to face it, there he was.
The man was mesmerizing; his tan skin and caramel eyes the result of a long-standing Caribbean mix, with sinewy muscles and a chiseled jaw that made my heart burn. We only exchanged a few words as he walked up to me, but his inviting smile and hand in mine spoke volumes. We instantly understood each other and, in unison, we treaded the disappeared path.
Once we reached our destination I knew something special was about to happen, and my body yearned for his offering. His dark finger beckoned me, and I followed it eagerly to the sea, welcoming his warm lips on mine as the waves lapped quietly at our feet. After sharing an intimate understanding, I gladly followed my new companion to the next stage of our journey—a slurp in the Caribbean.
The fire of his passion overtook me as I eagerly hop onto my knees, eye-level with the bulge in his board shorts. His grip tightened around my waist as I tasted the salt of the sea on his skin. His salty essence mixed with the musk of desire as I wrapped my lips around his sweet member, feeling it throb and pulse in my mouth. With each intentional swirl of my tongue, every moan and caress of my hands, I could feel the intensity of his own pleasure accelerating. Minutes passed as I brought him closer and closer to the edge of comfort until, with one final gasp and shudder of his body, we both reached a pinnacle of satisfaction.
The sun had long since disappeared, replaced by a starry night and a comet passing the night sky—a magical moment to add to my memory. I’d found something I’d only imagined and, just like that, I had a new understanding for Caribbean pleasure.
Table of Contents
- 1. Taste the Exotic: Sucking Cock in Antigua
- 2. Seeing the Sights (and More): Cool Places to Play in Antigua
- 3. A Gentle Caress: The Art of Eroticbj in Antigua
- 4. Chocolate, Salt and Sweat: Getting Down and Dirty in Antigua
- To Conclude
1. Taste the Exotic: Sucking Cock in Antigua
The hints of the sea breeze made me close my eyes with anticipation. I had been promised the opportunity to sample the delights of the Caribbean and I was determined to make the most of it. So here I was, on the beach in Antigua, sun-kissed and ready for something more.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice telling me it was time to go. I knew what was coming, and I followed my companion eagerly. A few streets later, behind a closed door, I found a piece of paradise in human form. His skin was dark, and his body lithe. His expression was full of promise as he took me in his arms.
It was all I could do to not explode with pleasure as we kissed. Our tongues melded together like their never had before, each slide of my lips a new delight. We broke apart only when we could take no more, and he motioned me to take a seat. A slow smile spread across his face as he watched me, and I watched my hands dip down to unbuckle his belt.
He gasped and shuddered as I pulled his length into my mouth, eagerly taking the first taste of what he had to offer. I licked and sucked at him, my tongue curling around each part of him in turn, until I felt him reach his peak beneath my ministrations. Wrapping my lips around him one last time, I took it all in before he finally pulled away, nearly breathless.
The night was still long and we soon resumed our explorations, a new sense of pleasure and desire coursing through me in Antigua. That night I tasted true exotic pleasure – and it was delicious.
2. Seeing the Sights (and More): Cool Places to Play in Antigua
As I arrived in the Caribbean island of Antigua, I could not help but notice how divinely calm the atmosphere was. Everywhere I went I was greeted by the sweet smell of the island, and the soft, balmy breeze coming off the water was an invitation for me to further explore its marvels. Once I arrived into my hotel, I began to look for the best places to get my gayling on.
My first stop was the small, famously nude beach located tucked away in the far corner of the island. As I walked along the white sandy path to the beach, the darkness of the night served as both a form of protection and concealment. I had no trouble fitting in, and before long I was strolling along the shoreline with the sexiest pair of swimmers I’d ever seen. I knew the fun had only just begun – and the night soon had me slurping and sucking on some Caribbean cock. It was a night to remember, that’s for sure.
Bar hopping around the island also proved to be a great spot for some me-time. I visited some busy, upbeat spots, whilst others had a more intimate atmosphere, where it was much easier to find that perfect playmate. Whether it was sipping on some classic island drinks, or exploring the nearly meaningless boundaries of new found relationships, it was just the ticket for getting my tropical-loving taste buds going.
And perhaps the greatest place to find some discreet fun was the cruise ship full of beautiful European fellas. I was feeling up for a bit of buccaneering and we went out to sea and made our own nautical adventures, filled with explorations of one another that ended with us making some fantastic port frolicking.
And so, here a novice gay traveler ended up with experiences that left a lasting impression in the Caribbean. From ribald beaches to steamy cruise ships, my time in Antigua was one of the most memorable of my voyage.
3. A Gentle Caress: The Art of Eroticbj in Antigua
The Setting:
The Caribbean island of Antigua was like nothing I had ever seen before. A sense of independence and timelessness filled the air, undulating me in its warmth and freedom. The vibrant blue of the Caribbean Sea that stretched out before me could have been miles long or just a few steps away; the beauty of it far transcended reality.
The sun glinted off of the palm trees, their shadows cast long reaching shadows, beckoning me further. The sand was so soft I felt like I was walking on air. I barely noticed the gentle caress of the Mediterranean breeze, it sent shivers down my spine as it swirled across my body.
The Art:
Alone on the beach, I found myself with nothing but my desire. The thought of the art of eroticbj in Antigua left me wanting more. Aroused by the thought of someone else’s lips on me, I lay down in the warm sand and breathed deep, opening to the possibility before me.
Tongues intertwined and lips moist with anticipation, I became aware of each sensation that moved through me. I reached out to grab the head of my lover, thrusting deep to let him know that he should take his time. From his caresses, my body began to relax and open. A gentle whisper echoed in my ear.
- Slow
- Deep
- Intense
I followed the whispers and let out a moan as my body quivered with pleasure. His tongue flicked over me and his mouth tightened around me, his suction increased with every inhalation. Our breaths became faster and faster, until eventually I heaved, riding wave after wave of pleasure until finally, I melted into a blissful state of pure ecstasy and pleasure.
4. Chocolate, Salt and Sweat: Getting Down and Dirty in Antigua
Tasting the Salt & Sweat of Caribbean Men: The Caribbean sun warmed my skin as I entered Antigua, creating a strong itch to explore and touch. I returned to my hostel, changed into my loosest swim shorts, and headed straight to the beach. My heart raced in anticipation of a new carnal experience. In the shallow waters I could see a few gentlemen walking towards me, every one varying shades of golden brown- sugar sand chocolate perfection.
I could hear that familiar humming in my trousers growing ever louder as they approached and I introduced myself. ‘Hola muchachos’ I reliefed, welcoming them into my space. With little pause for thought, we fell into the clear blue waters, entangling our bodies in a sporadic hug as if we were washing away any anxieties and embracing new beginnings. Before I knew it, I was holding one particular man in my arms, his body stretched across my chest as we battled the shallow waves. His skin was slick with sweat and salt, a cocktail of sweet-salty flavors that I licked from his neck and jawline.
For ever so brief moments, we cocooned ourselves in a bubble of disrobed pleasure. As I lay on my back, I felt his mouth building a gentle vacuum on my cock, sending shivers up my spine and a passionate growl in my throat. His tongue flickered against the head of my shaft in rhythmic pleasure, slurping me like the finest of dishes. The kiss of his lips delivered me into a trance-like motion, swaying me from side to side as I surrendered to his chocolaty grace and skillful tongue.
To Conclude
As I pulled away from the intensity of the moment, feeling the sweet salty taste still lingering on my lips, my heart raced with pleasure. I brushes the back of my hand against his stout frame, surrendering to the pleasure of it all. My cheeks burned with anticipation knowing that I had just experienced something that could only come from a slurp in the Caribbean. I knew it wouldn’t be my last one, and it was time for me to enjoy the thumping bass of club music and indulge in a sea of yearning faces outside.
My night was still young and there were still many stories to be written.
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