He was easy to spot- tall, broad shouldered with a huge bulge in his jeans. His skin was tanned and glistening with sweat, and the musky scent of his cologne, mixed with the smells of the crowded club, was intoxicating. My breath quickened when he smiled at me, and I knew I was his for the night.
Browsing: Ideal
He quickly unzipped his jeans and unveiled a massive member he had been hiding beneath his clothes. It was long, thick, and veiny—a titanic shaft made to make grown men weep in admiration. His huge cock radiated an intense energy that threatened to overwhelm me as I looked on in awe. It seemed to demand to be tasted. And so I knelt down before him in worshipful reverence and opened my mouth in preparation to explore this magnificent phallus.
The crowded nightclub was a heady mix of music and laughter. I closed my eyes and felt the beat of the music pulse through my veins. As my arousal built I noticed him in the corner. Our eyes met and he could tell I wanted him. I moved closer and he grabbed my hand as he pulled me onto the dancefloor. His brutal thrusts seemed to go on forever as we moved seductively to the music. Then we stopped and he looked at me and said, “Tonight I’m gonna make you cum in front of everyone.
He woke up to the warmth of my big dick pressing against his bed sheets. A shiver ran through his body as I slowly and expertly ran my large, soft dick along his lower back, arousing him more and more with each stroke. I kissed down his neck as he moaned in pleasure and I knew this would be a morning he would never forget.
He kissed me passionately, his hands roaming up and down my body, exploring every inch of me. I moaned loudly as his fingertips teased my nipples, my tongue eagerly following him as his lips trailed down my neck. We ripped off each other’s clothes, our bodies quivering as we locked eyes and locked lips, the energy between us pure erotic pleasure.
He felt greasy like a slick engine as I touched his broad shoulders, my every caress similar to me tinkering away, turning a bolt. And then he revs and I’m buckled in, feeling the heat and wetness of his deep purr as he shifts gears, pushing me further down the highway of satisfaction.
We locked eyes and in that moment, I knew I wanted him. Our breaths came quicker, laden with charged want. I grasped his face and kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with my tongue hungrily. His hands ran down my body and I felt his arousal press against me. I felt alive.
The coach handed him the post-game trophy, eyes hungry, then roughly grabbed him by the neck, hauling him close. He leaned in, grazing his nose across the contours of his player’s face. Then he devoured his lips, lust dripping from every hungry press. Hot. Hard. Flesh to flesh. Everything he’d ever wanted. Naughty reward for a job well done.
My lips and mouth explored every inch of his body, tasting and savoring his musky sweetness. I felt his strength beneath my touch, and as he clutched me tightly and growled with pleasure, my own shuddering delight increased. The pure pleasure of that night still lingers in my memory and on my skin.
The room was filled with the energy and heat of sweaty bodies, all moaning as they basked in the glory of the pulsating big cocks. An orgy of pure homosexual eroticism, worshipping the almighty penis in all its arousing beauty. My own cock quivered uncontrollably, responding eagerly to the powerful allure of these throbbing works of art.