The lights of the club had dimmed, and it felt like the heat from the dance floor had been suddenly sucked away. Then I heard a heavy thud, like some big man’s boots stomping out a feverish rhythm, drawing me closer. His presence was undeniable, thick and intoxicating as he moved past me. I could almost feel the intensity of his masculinity radiating off him, and I couldn’t resist following him out into the darkness.
Author: Fuck Boy
The room was silent as we disrobed, a crackling anticipation of red and blue as we explored each other, an erotic evolution of skin and sound as our bodies intertwined and yielded to our deepest hungers.
He was a tall, muscular god with deep eyes that full of lust, and a huge bulge that promised endless pleasure. I could barely keep my hands off of him as we kissed passionately, deeply, as if nothing else ever mattered. When I finally blew my load, I felt so alive and incredibly powerful—a feeling that could only be duplicated when I heard the appreciative cheers of the crowd. It was the most beautiful moment of my life.
Charles reached down, grabbed my legs and spread them wide apart on the bed. His fingertips gently exploring, kneading and caressing, exploring the entrance to my ass. Each stroke slowly building, expanding, intensifying, until his entire hand enveloped me. What followed was a deep, long, tender massage that was infused with a passionate intensity, almost a cosmic union of the two of us. We had entered another, deeper realm.
I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven when I saw it – that monstrous 12 inches of pure pleasure! I wanted to devour every inch of it immediately, and so I did, until I was begging for more and more. He never tired out, and each thrust was more beautiful, more fulfilling than before. It was pure ecstasy as we explored each other and unraveled the mysteries of gay sex together.
He’d undressed me already, and as I lay there exposed to all of his expert touch, I felt a warmth spreading through me so deep and intense that it was as if all of my nerve endings had suddenly come alive. I gasped as the Doctor pushed slowly inside, filling me to my core with his thick, throbbing length. And then the ride began.
The twink trembled as the older man pressed close. The hush in the room pulsed with anticipation as his lips hovered near, so close his breath felt like a promise on the twink’s porcelain skin. Waves of heat rose from their bodies as unspoken needs finally came together.
The coach’s powerful frame filled the entire doorway as I stepped inside. Despite the people around us, we were suspended in a silent intamacy, a bond of unspoken desire. I followed him, barely able to contain my excitement, as we made our way into a corner booth reserved for just the two of us. Our hands tangled together and we went in for a passionate kiss – the beginning of a game-night affair that I’d remember for the rest of my life.
He trembled with each bittersweet sensation of their carnal appetites, his moan echoing through the bedroom. He lapped up each orgasmic release as they explored the infinite realm of pleasure and unleashed their passions for one another, uninhibited by fear or limits. The night was as long as their urgent desires and six loads later, he lay spent and satisfied.
The nurse motioned for me to enter the exam room and I gulped before nodding nervously. I undressed and grasped the cold metal stirrups, longing for the doctor’s touch. He lubricated me as he probed, awakening a desire I never knew I had. His masculinity and power aroused me in ways I didn’t expect. As he finished, I realized that there was nothing quite like a doctor’s visit.