They stumbled through the darkness of the back alley, his hands sliding down his partner’s muscular back — his grip tightening as they clung to each other, their hips pushing together, their lips hungry and desperate for each other. Their raunchy romance was fueled by the heat of the night, and their soaring passion felt like fire.
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He was tall and strong, with rippling muscles and a lean body. His thick hard cock bulged through his tight, snug jeans and I could feel my own arousal grow as we reached out for each other and collided in a steamy, passionate kiss, our tongues entwined with drenching lust. Every touch was electric, and I knew I had found my hot hung partner for the night.
The atmosphere was electric with desire, bodies entwined in a orgy of unspoken erotic heat, cocks crashing together with feverish intensity, tongues exploring each others hot, wet mouths with unrestrained passion. And so, bathed in sweat and all 6 of us filled with sincere carnal joy, we embraced the ultimate act of gay erotic pleasure.
He limped onto the train, lust in his eyes and aching hunger on his face. Once he’d laid eyes on my steel hard self, he took me for a ride and I soared on his back as his mouth traversed my body with perfect skill. I melted, surrendering to the sensation of his tongue, of his lips, and of his desire. It was a lascivious, raunchy textured pleasure as I clung onto him, riding his train until orgasmic release.
The ocean breeze caressed our skin, its warm, salty fingers slipping between us as we embraced. I tasted the fresh salt air as I kissed his silky lips, and felt his softness surrender to my touch. Our bodies moved in harmony, and caught in mutual ecstasy, we melted into the twilight. Our love affair at the shoreline that night has remained in my lustful fantasy ever since.
He saw her standing alone in the corner of the bar; his body yearning for something he could not put into words. An irresistible heat welled up inside him, and with it, a secret passion he thought he had forgotten. She turned and her eyes briefly met his own, and in that moment, he knew that here was something special, something to be explored in the dark shadow of night. His heart raced.
The heat was palpable as we melted into one. Dancing, touching, licking, biting, thrusting our hips against each other as our sweat poured onto one another. The music pulsing into us as we flittered around each other, climaxing together one final time in the disco lights. Pure ecstasy.
The satin heat of his throat was like a living, sensual thing as I slid my length down, each thrust bringing an undulating shudder of pleasure from deep within me. As his tongue writhed and flexed, his creamy smooth walls massaged my slick shaft, pulling and tugging me ever closer to his mouth’s rapturous depths.
The backroom of the bar was a realm of pleasure and possibility. Dark and inviting, it welcomed likeminded gay men with open arms. Our whispered secrets and forbidden desires materialized from the shadows, part Capote-esque panache, part racy gay abandon. Whatever we craved, the backroom made possible; perhaps even Truman himself, if I close my eyes tight enough.
The sun was hot on the beach that day. His moist and salty lips were even hotter. Sweat dripped from his body amidst the salty sea, and my mouth explored every inch of his flesh. His powerful moans were like a siren’s call, and it wasn’t long before my tongue was engulfed in his hard, sweet pleasure. The waves wrapped around us, and I was lost in the ocean of his desire.