He stood before me, 6ft 3 of muscular, tattooed raw power. His thick meaty cock demanded attention. Nervous with excitement, I braced myself as I took him in. He was deep and intense, the raw warmth of his heat exploding within me. I knew I’d been conquered by the beast. He filled me, tamed me, owned me. He had claimed my ass as his.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
Logan’s reward was a feast of forbidden temptation: lips that tasted of honey, hands that explored with infinite curiosity, and a pleasure that rose higher and higher until he found himself trembling and gasping with ecstasy in his lover’s arms.
He opened his leather jeans and his big, hard prick, lay swollen in anticipation of my waning lips. Hissing out a hypnotic moan, he closed his eyes as I eagerly descended, exploring the depths of his heat, savoring his powerful masculine flavor … and beneath his unbridled passion, I felt an undeniable danger.
Greyson plunges into a world of forbidden pleasure, like no other he has ever known. Throes of desire envelop him as he explores his deepest desires, lusting for more. In his descent to a rainbow-hued underworld of gay sex, Greyson comes alive in ways he never could have imagined!
He moaned as my lips explored his smooth firmness, drinking in his hot salty bounty, as if his hard cock was my very own fountain of endless youth. I snaked my tongue around and around, savoring his sweet and drippy sweetness. Jeremiah’s sweltering bounty was a gift beyond reckoning.
He stepped out of the shadows, and the moonlight cast a smoky hue on his long, lean body. His eyes dared me to take him, and I was a man of too much desire to resist. I could no longer deny the craving I had for his tight heat, and I willingly devoured his hard cock. This back alley lust was just too much to resist.
Theodore gave me one look, the kind that told me he was ready. His cock was huge, so big I almost couldn’t take it all in. He told me to take it, to gather up every last drop of his big load–and I did. I gasped, my face flushed red, and I felt my own orgasm quivering as I swallowed every bit, a swallow none of us would ever forget.
He licked Noah’s neck and the sweet salty sweat that pooled around his nipples, tracing them with his tongue, then lower and lower until his face was between Noah’s legs. As Noah writhed in pleasure, his moans worked their way up the octaves until it felt like the whole world was in harmony with their bodies.
The heat of the July afternoon was sweltering; the only relief a glint of sunlight reflecting off a nearby pool. They moved through the crowd, growing closer together. Sweat glistening in the hot humidity, their eyes locked, longing and desire for skin to skin contact radiating off them stripping them of inhibition. This was true, authentic, gay lust.
My body ached with raw desire as his hands explored my body. I could feel the tension as his fingers grazed my skin and the heat smouldering between us almost took my breath away. Our bodies melded together and I melted in pleasure, a pleasure so intense that I could hardly contain the explosion of pleasure that was about to happen.