The night-air hung in the back alley like a heavy blanket, intensifying the palpable anticipation. My heart throbbed with each footstep I took towards the sheet-shrouded figure, awaiting our clandestine meeting. He moved his hands seductively and I felt my body tremble with a forbidden desire.
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He trembled like a frightened animal, the musk of his arousal filling the room as they touched for the first time. His skin was alive, his muscles echoing with each blazing connection. Shear, passionate desire seized them both, and they explored each other like two natives, tongues and hands and hearts ablaze. The night dripping with man heat and ecstasy.
He led me confidently through the crowd, like a lion stalking his prey. I felt his muscled body pressed against my own as we moved. The texture of the air thickened with unspoken desire. As we entered a more private area, I felt a tingling excitement grow within me. We locked eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation. This was the night I was born for.
I feel the pulse of the dance floor behind me as I cross over the threshold into backroom paradise. My body’s craving demanded I take a chance; I am welcomed with laughter and a hand on my ass. As we move through the dark shadows, the smell of sweat, sex and desire enveloped me. I feel alive and ready for something my heart had been longing for.
The bar back room was dark and seething with leather and lust. I felt electrified by the musky smell of sweat and desire, and my heart raced as I felt eyes burning through me. I could feel the heat and anticipation as hard bodies brushed against mine, eager to explore the possibilities of the night. A symphony of moans, gasps, and sighs rose into the air, driving me wild with want and need.
The ocean was an endless buffet of velvety flesh and slippery skin that thrummed his powerful arousal. His mouth latched onto the nape of my neck and devoured my salty flavor. He moved like a graceful wave in my arms, and his heat provoked an ecstatic roar from deep in my belly.
The anticipation. As I step onto the bus, I can practically taste it in the air. I can feel the eyes of those around me, and I revel in it. After all, I know what I’m about to do. With a flutter and a tremble, I find him. Those lips. Those soft, full lips that make my heart flutter. I cannot look away, and my body hums with longing. I want those lips on me, tasting every inch of my flesh. I want to drown in the sensation of his tongue brushing my skin until I am lost in passion.
I felt his hot cum hit my face. It was like a surge of electricity that rippled up my body as his heat spread across my face. Every thrust felt like it was draining me of all control as I surrendered my body entirely. His orgasm intensified until I felt the glorious eruption of his cum all over me. Blissfully exhausted, we lay in a tangled embrace, our faces drenched in the ecstasy of his orgasm.
He pressed me into the corner of the private train car, his lips grasping and searching mine and his hands exploring my body. His erection straining against mine as our tongues entwined in this beautiful dance of mutual gay desire. We moved as one, fueled by lust itself, soon finding ourselves crescendo in a crashing wave of bliss.
The thrill of the hunt electrified the room as the men moved through the darkness, seeking out their pleasure. The whimpers were heard in every corner and sweat glistened off skin in the heat of the evening. This was the homoerotic world of Capote: a place of raw pleasure, insatiable cravings and undeniable lust.