He was the kind of man that ended songs; the kind of man that walked out of the club with sex in his stride. His midnight eyes could take everything away, and in this dark alley of desire, there was nothing but man-heat after dark.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
I’d been mesmerized by Sean for months, desperate to trace his tight torso with my lips and tongue. As he layed on the bed, I dropped my mouth down on his desire like it was a velvet treasure, and I greedily took it all in. His moans filled the room and I could feel the heat rise in my body, my longing too much to resist!
The room filled with a musky aroma that could only be described as ‘saucy’ and our inhibitions soon melted away as we excitedly undressed. Bodies entwined in passionate embrace; moments of pleasure and bliss shared between us. Joyful shouts of ecstasy filled the air as the night came to a feverish, lustful climax like none of us had ever experienced before.
I wanted to lose myself in the sight of shapeless masses of slick skin, warm to the touch beneath the orangey tinge of the hanging bulb above. I am surrounded by manly bulges, thick and pulsating with desire – ready to burst into untamed pleasure. Rippling muscles, glistening oil and moans of unchecked pleasure. My pulse racing, my mind a fog of homosexual pleasure. This is WOYBB – wet, oiled and yielding to big boys’ bulges.
The night was alive with the sound of wild moans and desperate whispers. Sweaty skin slammed against sweaty skin in a blur of glances and hands, as the group orgy moved with intense heat and frenzied passion. As the sun rose high in the sky, the pleasure increased as each man threw himself deeper into the sensual abyss of the night.
His body was like a furnace, and as I writhed beneath him, he thrust into me with a primal, undeniable passion that made me moan and gasp in pleasure. His hands ran all over my body, pleasuring and tantalizing me as he ripples of pleasure ran through me with each forceful rejection. Three times our bodies collided in rapturous pleasure until finally, with a sigh, he pulled out and left me, aroused and sated, but also hollow inside, for I had just been deeply and painfully dumped.
He and the party of queer boys moved into the park where group of sweaty, hard bodies met and explored each other in the soft darkness; exploring and tasting each new discovery – a hot pressed summer night of sexual pleasure, raw and passionate, fuelled by moans of pleasure and carnal bites.
The sweet taste of multiple orgasm – a sacred sensation like nothing else. Sweet explosions echoing through the room as all present join in ecstatic surrender. The waves of pleasure traversing in and out, creating a synchrony of ecstasy never experienced before. An experience that’s both seductive and deliciously divine.
He stripped off his trunks and dove into the pool, sending out rippling waves of bliss. When he emerged from the water, he could feel the gentle pressure of his sexual partner’s hands floating along his back, tugging him closer and closer, until their lips met, and the pleasure of their longing engulfed them.
He moaned, eyes closed and body shuddering, as I took Sean in my mouth. I savored the taste of him, nibbling and teasing, slowly swirling my tongue around the head before pulling him in deep. His hips moved as though an invisible force were guiding them, thrusting and pounding against my cheeks as I devoured him whole.