Kneeling before him, I explored his rippling terrain with my tongue, losing myself in the contours of his body’s landscape as I sampled his sweet release. His flavor was divine like ambrosia, and I worshiped at his altar as I paid careful homage to his body.
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He was ready for me. His hot breath, pumping from deep in his chest, his hard cock jutting out like a loaded gun. His sweat mingled with my own as I melted into him, feeling the beastly strength behind his brawn. His perfect skin, tight muscles, and intoxicating good looks, left my senses reeling as I lost myself in a night of uninhibited carnality.
Her lips glistened, and I could taste the lust dripping off his chin as I licked his face. His finger tips clinched my hair as I planted slow and tender kisses; ecstasy running through us both. His moans rang out as my tongue explored his salty skin. It was a pleasure I’d never forget, and neither would he.
He was my golden prize; his skin slick and gleaming in the sun, his lithe form dripping with sweat from a summer of sinful pleasures. I dragged my tongue over every inch of him, tasting the salty-sweet mix of his desire. My heart pounded as I sucked him and licked him, reveling in our heated exploration of manly delights by the pool.
The clickety typewriter keys blessed me with a unique backbeat. Throbbing below my right hand, my own rising symphony. Feverishly I pressed, rushing to complete my task, unconscious of my arousal until my hand was gazed upon. Straddling my lap, friend and enemy combined. I was lost within his hot, deep embrace–all I could do was moan my pleasure.
He rode the bus, and when he did it was a big turn on. He knew his seat may be sat in by others, but all he could think about was the slick and lubricious fluid left behind from the previous person and how much he’d love to sit down and suck it up. He’d savor each delicious taste, reveling in the promise of happy times as he lusted over his sweet new seat.
The sweat pushed off my face in waves, warm and intense like the licks of his tongue. He brushed his lips against mine and my body surged with joy with every move of his fingertips. His lips parted and we air kissed, a warm shower of pure bliss. My heart pounded as he drew a lusty picture onto my face, cloaked in passionate pleasure. He kissed me again and I quivered, melting into him, consumed in absolute sweetness.
The water was electric, a spontaneous wave-like surge of pleasure filling the empty pool that was concealed away to these gay men who reveled in its secret depths. Slick, tan skin touched as shadows danced beneath the depths, reflecting the night stars in a breathtakingly intimate way. This was a night of desire, a night of forbidden passions, when men let loose and connected in ways they rarely did in the outside world.
He looks good enough to eat, and I’m ready to devour him. I take him in my mouth, every inch of him, slowly pushing my tongue deep as I pleasure him with my gracefully experienced technique. His eyes roll back in pleasure, a low purr emanating from his chest. My masterful ministrations make him moan in delight. This is the kind of worship he needs– no holds barred.
He released a flood of explosive hot cum straight into my mouth – I felt it fill every corner of my throat and dribble down my chin. Even in the dark of night, hung with a dark veil of lust, I could see the look of pleasure on his face. If only the night had no end.