He felt their tongues explore, entwine and intertwine, the moans echoing in the room as their lips worked in tandem in an erotic dance of tongue and tasteless desire, bodies pressed together as pleasure surged through them in delicious waves. Limited only by their imagination, they feasted in mutual pleasure for what seemed a timeless eternity.
Author: Nine Thick Inches
The air was electric with danger. His touch was hot and inviting. Like raw energy, pure and direct, I could feel his desire. His hands moved over me tenderly yet with strength, and as my body quivered his heat surged through me. As I cried out, I savored his sweet release, a hot load I could never get enough of.
Sean lay back, inviting him with a wink. A twinkle of desire in his eyes and a sultry grin parted Sean’s lips as he said, “Go for it—I’m too horny to resist.” Loosing himself in pleasure, Sean moaned and trembled as his lover’s talented tongue explored him deeply. His thighs quivered with the intensity of the sensations, and Sean flew into erotic oblivion as his lover expertly brought him to the wildest of climaxes.
He arrived in his tight black jeans and graphic tee, ready to explore the depths of his desire. I welcomed him with a knowing smile and we dove straight into the darkness we both craved. Our mouths and hands caressed each other in a flurry of concentrated stimulation, knowing exactly what the other needed. We were lost in our own world, exploring our most hidden fantasies until the air was heavy with our aroused moans.
Muscle-bound and statuesque in his leather jockstrap, he inched closer and closer as if a predator circling his prey. With a scorching intensity, our eyes locked and, at once, I was under his animalistic spell. He had me at his mercy. His powerful, sinewy body was an electric force-field, drawing me in and I willingly succumbed.
In the shadows of the alley I saw his silhouette and I knew I was in for a wild ride. I could feel his eyes on me as a he sauntered up close, his body pressed against mine as his warm lips met mine and I knew I’d never be the same.
The ebb and flow of desire was palpable, driving the alley into a peculiarly charged state of activity as the bodies interlocked, tongues and hands moving in waltz to an unheard shamanic beat. The walls themselves seemed to pulse, and all were lost to the music the night and its secrets could offer.
My mouth stayed shut as Ian’s massive cock surged forward and filled my mouth until my jaw ached. I closed my eyes to savor the rapturous sensation of his slimy shaft sliding against my tongue–so hot, so thick. I lapped at it, snowed it, relished it, all while succumbing to the obsession of oral pleasure.
I felt my head spinning as I spread Sean’s legs wider, extending my tongue ever further into his depths, breathing in the musty, musky scent of his sweaty tightness. I wanted to devour him whole, leaving nothing behind but the echo of my dripping passion, a reminder of our drunken, homoerotic romp.
Aaron’s gaze was hungry as I licked my lips. Then he was upon me, pushing through that last tight inch of me. He filled me up with waves of pleasure, his creamy cum flooding my throat and making me gasp. I took all of him, swallowing his hot load.