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.
Browsing: Art
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.
Their musky, salty scent filled the air as they infused the humid atmosphere; they pushed and pulled each other through the grinding surf. Primal desire and lust surged through them as they nipped, teased and tounged each other, splashing and experiencing every inch of each other beneath the wet canvas they created.
A hot cauldron of fevered bodies and pleasure-soaked skin melted into a maddeningly carnal orgy of gay male bliss. His lips tasted of beer and desire as lewd moans echoed through the humid air and hands feverishly sought pleasure and deeper passion. His touch was electrifying on my skin and I was suddenly filled with a combustible need to explore and be explored.
The warm droplets of water drizzled down his wide sculpted chest like jewels, tracing the intricate lines of his masculinity. His careless movements tantalising me as his skin glistened, teasing me with untold erotic pleasures. I shivered with anticipation as he smiled knowingly, and all I wanted was to feel his delicious heat on my own skin.
His lips were soft and full, his tongue hot and ready as I tasted his sweetness. His moans of pleasure echoed through the room as my hungry mouth sealed onto his inviting cock. Our passionate kiss dissolved into a frenzied exchange of tongue and teeth, of breath and pleasure.