The suitcase spill out memories, ripe and ready to be satisfied. Like a stream of forbidden desire, I dished up a serving of pleasure in the middle of the train. Lips and hands eagerly exploring as if in desperate search of a heavenly elixir. Onlookers watched with envy and arousal as we fed each other our secret sins.
Browsing: Peek
The night was full of possibilities; each of us anticipating how the evening would unfold. We swam in a pool of eclectic emotions, each of us exploring the dynamics of the four of us, passions inflamed with the heat of desire. We were together, but standing statuesque in solitude, feeling the sensual caress of the air as we shed our inhibitions, becoming more liberated with every touch. Our group orgasm was a coming together of four souls, blissful desires unleashed in a beautiful crescendo of ecstasy.
He had his eyes set on the tight bulge under the young man’s jeans: Thomas had the kind of juicy ass that made other passengers ogle. But it was the delicate lips that finally sealed the deal. Before he knew it, their mouths were locked and hands roaming, until the bus jolted them away from their carnal commute.
He felt a sudden yearning as he watched the men board the bus, the anticipatory lust swelling in his chest. He lingered close to his target, held onto a bar and pulled him closer as the bus swayed. He glanced up to find his eyes – raven dark and knowing. In that moment, he knew – on this bus, anything could happen.
He stood by the pool with his tantalizing swim trunks loosened and revealingly low on the waistline, well-defined muscles begging to be caressed. I felt my heart pounding with anticipation as I approached him, and I slipped my hands around his neck, pushing my body against his, feeling his hardened member rub against my leg. Our intense passion grew more heated as we tangled in an intimate embrace, our mouths devouring each other, energized by the thrill of our forbidden night.
He stepped onto the bus, a sudden surge of familiarity felt by the overwhelming heat from the other passengers already situated. His gaze locked with an attractive stranger from across the aisle and they both smiled knowingly, before he slid into the opposite seat and could feel the man’s warmth surround him. The anticipation was palpable and as the bus approached his stop, he leaned in close to brush his lips against the other’s, titillating his taste buds with the pleasure of the exchange and the knowledge of its consequences — fluid pleasure that would soon follow.
He stood there: shirtless, doing nothing. His eyes gazed into mine. It was like he was asking for something. Then his lips curved up and for a second he smiled. I didn’t say anything. I knew why I was there and he knew why I was there too. His arms draped around me and he pulled me closer until our bodies were pressed together. Without saying a word, I pushed my hips up to his. His eyes widened with surprise and I smirked. Soon enough, we were lost in pleasure – the bus forgotten.
The disrobing of Sean’s body and the unveiling of his three splendorous loads of cum, each shooting forth and enveloping him in its warm embrace of homoerotic delight, remains an intoxicating image, and one that will remain emblazoned on my memory forever.
The sweat was dripping from our bodies as we panted and moaned, alone in the dark corner of the club. My hands explored his tight, muscular body while his lips explored mine. I felt my desire grow as I savored every inch of his hot flesh until finally I was completely enveloped in the delirious pleasure of an electrifying forbidden night.
He wanted the stranger’s salty lips on his; wanted the taste of a stranger’s wet mouth as a vivid contrast to the stale chug of the train. The stranger, emboldened by something in his gaze, leaned in and ran his hot, wet tongue along the length of his lips. His whole body trembled as the stranger lifted him up, laying him bare on the cold hard rails.