He opened his jeans, pulled out his hard, twitching member, and I sank to my knees. Like a ritual to a forgotten god, I cupped it hungrily in my hands and pulled my lips over the broad head, swirling my tongue around its ridges until Robert uttered a low moan and shuddered as I took him in.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
Leo’s huge, throbbing manhood beckoned me in an intimate and uncontrollable embrace. Fire shot up from its depths and I caved into its sensual rhythm, my passion ignited as an unbearable need for fulfillment overwhelmed me.
Adrian’s tool was by far the biggest I had ever seen, and I had no idea what I was in for until I grabbed it with both hands and thrust it into my depths. Together we explored the pleasures only two men could share as I felt myself lose all control. It was a deeply intense and erotic experience that I never wanted to forget.
He said he wanted it hard and so he threw me face down on the bed and without warning drove it in – hard and deep. His thrusts were relentless and primal, raining and gnashing my rear as my skin burned with desire, in a pleasure agony I had never before known. I screamed his name in a crescendo of carnal pleasure that left us humbled and awestruck.
In a city of twisted fantasies and hard steel, Leo had wanted more than a soft touch. His rod, slick with need, slid into my rear like a hot knife through butter. His caresses set flame to my soul as I quivered in orgasmic pleasure, my leathered body thrumming with dark, intense pleasure.
He moaned and shuddered as his tight, little hole succumbed to the heat and pressure of Benjamin’s rock-hard cock. He gasped and clung to Benjamin as each thrust sent pleasure coursing through his body, the taste of Benjamin on his lips searing his soul. He was lost in the sensation, then suddenly Benjamin grabbed his hips, pulling him closer and deeper as they reached their explosive peak.
The dark night revealed Aiden’s trembling body as his fingertips cautiously explored the soft contours of the male form in front of him. He felt a heat rise as he traced the curves and angles. It was then, when his touch ran across a warm valley of sweat and rugged, hair-covered muscle, that it dawned on him what he was experiencing—his first homoerotic touch.
The initiation was far more than the cock lover expected. He had no idea how deep the sensation would go, how full and powerful the pleasure would be. But when his initiation was complete, he’d never gone back – he’d never wanted to. His initiation was his sole obsession; a drug he craved day and night.
Jack’s lips were slicked with oil as he licked and sucked the smooth cock of his partner. His eyes closed tight, as he submerged deeper and deeper into the salty abyss. His lustful frenzy poured out of him as he released all inhibitions and gave in to the joyous torture of ecstatic abandonment. There was no surrendering, just pure blissful pleasure.
The night I first stepped into Easton’s Inferno, I knew that I had uncovered a hidden passion. It was a place of darkness and freedom- a place of explicit pleasure and raw, erotic hunger. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes feasted on the wild carnality of twined male bodies. I was transfixed, embraced by a forbidden longing that had no boundaries.