David and I met in the shadows, quickly discarding our clothing as urges surged and we shared in an affair of passionate lust. His hot, eager lips found my neck as I flexed, ready to take all he had to offer. Our unleashed desire culminated in cries of ecstasy as our two loads burst like stars in the night sky.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
He was a predator on the prowl that night, and I was his willing prey. Nervous but excited, I obeyed as he commanded me to strip and get into bed. His hands explored my body, his lips touched mine. I was now formally initiated into the realm of gay sex.
The taste of Elijah’s huge dick was like no other – thick and juicy, salty and sweet. His shaft oozed so much savory precum that I couldn’t resist slurping it up ravenously. His hard cock impaled my hungry mouth and I greedily licked every inch of it. I was in pure carnal heaven.
As I tentatively wrapped my hand around Landon’s hard girth I could feel the thickness and power of his throbbing cock. His eyes met mine with an inviting spark as I guided him closer. I realized for the first time in my life what true sexuality meant.
Greyson felt his toes curl in delight as his partner thrust deep into him, pushing the limits of pleasure as he wrapped his arms tightly around his partner’s body. He felt their bodies lock as one, enjoying every inch of muscle as it filled his tight hole. A cry of pleasure escaped his lips, a sign of surrender that only made his partner push all the harder. Greyson was helpless in his grasp, taking every inch with a burning intensity that only comes with true, passionate lovemaking.
As we kissed, his hands explored my body, lighting a flame in me that I had never felt before. He started to undress me, his soft strokes burning a fire in me I had not yet experienced, revealing the depths of my own sinful desires. I was no longer my own, and in that moment, I belonged to Hudson.
The night began innocently enough – drinks in a dive bar and talk of nothing deeper than the weather. But soon enough, our eyes met, and our bodies followed their own desires – working their way up staircases, into hotels and pressing against each other, rousing aching need and pent-up passion. Robert’s hands were firm and devoted, exploring and reveling in whispered pleasure. It was a night of rapturous indulgence.
The taste was so much more than expected: hot, a little salty and definitely the sweetest liberation I’d experienced in months. His load was not only an eruption of carnal pleasure, but a reminder of the power of passion. With each surge of cum down my throat, I felt the heat of his desire and embraced it with a newfound awareness of my own libido.
Jaxson’s hard muscle flames the air, his sweat glistening in the dim light. His sultry eyes, soft lips and bad boy swagger make me want to rip his shirt off and taste every inch of his sinfully tight body. I lick my lips in anticipation, ready to satisfy the hungry desire we both feel.
He lay there, silent and exposing himself for me. His muscles tight, head thrown back and eyes closed in wanton pleasure that he refused to verbalize. My tongue lingered and explored every inch of his body as I delved deeper and deeper until I felt him trembling. I could see it in his eyes and feel it in his body and it all seemed like a dream, until I tasted him and felt what true, dark desire was.