“The taste, the texture, the feeling of Luke’s big, beautiful cock, sliding down the back of my throat, was beyond exquisite. My eyes closed and I basked in the delicious heat, my tongue exploring each ridge and vein as I felt his hips thrusting into me.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
He thrusted into me with a force that made me gasp, sending me further and further into a carnal abyss of pleasure. Caleb taught me that my desires had no boundary and, jumping into the unknown, I found infinite pleasure in his embrace.
The backroom was dimly lit, a sultry haven for unadulterated carnal pleasure. We pulled away sweaty and entwined, the taste of ambition still heavy on our tongues. He grabbed my hand, and the rapturous thrill of anticipation raced through my veins as I followed him towards a cosmic unknown. He kissed me hard, and my vision blurred. I saw no boundaries, just us, and an infinite expanse of pleasure. Bottoms up Truman Capote Bar, bottoms up indeed.
The tropical sun momentarily blinded him as he emerged from the lush foliage onto the beach. Every inch of his body was alive with anticipation, his heart pounding as he spied a sinewy figure reclining in the sand. As he walked closer, he noticed a knowing glimmer in the man’s eyes—awakened lust, ignited by the balmy air, was about to be indulged.
The heat of his sunny disposition radiated from his cinnamon-flecked eyes like honey. The sweetest taste in the world engulfed my tongue with each hungry kiss. His luscious lips rising and falling in time with his soft sighs of pleasure – a symphony of sybaritic wonderment. My very being awash in an ocean of carnal delight, each wave heightening my euphoric ecstasy. Our heated salutation a transcendental declaration of joyous rapture.
The moonlight bathed the shore as the waves lapped the sand. I watched and waited in the shadows. Three boys eagerly removed their clothing – sinews flexing, breath intensifying – and moved together towards the roaring sea. The allure of their nakedness was overpowering. I watched, enraptured, until I too shed my clothes and joined them in that night’s wild, passionate sea rendezvous.
Sean closed his eyes in rapture as he tasted the salty dew of pleasure, a discerning acceptance for his salacious souvenir of the night before. Surrendering to-and savoring-the sweet sensation of the night, his body was still singing with pleasure and ecstasy.
The Salty Seaboard was a sight to behold. I peeled off my shirt and with it, my inhibitions. I had never felt so liberated, so welcomed, so Erotic. The sea shimmered in a million colors of passion, as I watched two figures drift away into an embrace of salty bliss. I knew then that I had found something special on the Salty Seaboard, something that would stay with me forever.
The summer air was a heady mixture of sweat, lust, and hard liquor. Waves of desire cascading in our bodies, our three young bodies intertwining on two beach towels, exploring one another, creating aching need and wet musky heat. It was a blistering night neither of us could forget.
He moaned, his mouth gaping wide, as the wave of pleasure engulfed him. His face locked in a mask of blissed out euphoria, I delivered the ultimate faceful, a river of salty, steamy hot man-spunk cascading across his forehead and stubbly chin. His chest heaved with pleasure and his hips buckled as his orgasm peaked. I’d given him the seductive splurge he’d asked for.