He stepped out of the cold ocean waves, onto the hot evening sand. His eyes like two diamonds in the night, his body drenched in salt water, glowing like a marble statue beneath the stars. He stumbled straight into me, and I embraced him with all my heat and intent. His lips were fire, his touch like a lightning spark. Fireworks lit our beachscape as we surrendered to raw, passionate, and highly pleasurable gay love.
Browsing: Peek
I skimmed the mini-museum of anonymous cock pics on my computer screen, the orgiastic display filling me with a tingly thrill I could not deny. In a fit of unparalleled longing, my hand found eager release in the wild trial of stroking my aching manhood. There I lay in bed, lost in an immense swirl of carnal pleasure. The tide of pleasure kept cresting higher and higher, my cock yearning, begging to be heard, singing out loud a wild symphony of exhilaration.
The sky was an orange sunset painting the shore and all its erotically smooth sand. As waves pounded, two male lovers embraced amidst the salty mist, ardently kissing. The wetness of the sea both cooled and stoked their lusty fires. Hands journeyed and explored as hard furry chests pressed with an abandon that only love could bring. An explosive encounter rivaling the wild waves, a night to remember.
He had come to the shore for what felt like a million times. Yet, the rush of excitement aroused by the sight of men in tight swimsuits never once failed to excite him. It was the same every time. He’d hear the waves crashing beneath him, smell the salty sweetness of the air, and see those men, beckoning him to shipwreck onto a surfboard of lust. Oh, he wanted it all, and knew tonight would be no different.
I was mesmerized, watching as they kissed gently before their clothing hit the beach like a scatter of feathers. Then, passionately, they explored each other’s bodies, their dark skin, oil-slick and smooth, glistening in the lowering sun. The wind carried their moans and whispers far into the sea. What followed was a night of pure, intimate pleasure. A three-way of complete gay lust, where boundaries were lost in the ebbing tide.
He was my bus-stop neighbor, and in the stop’s shadow we’d swap stories of our adventures and dreams. Sweaty and eager, my lips found his in a passionate kiss. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth as my hands explored down below. Our breathing quickened and then his eager lips found mine, exploring my neck and lips. I gasped as he pulled me loose and gave me the Oral Voyage of a lifetime.
He felt a surge of electricity as he stepped onto the train, emanating from the man standing by the window, looking out onto the passing scenery. He was all heat and pulsing desire, full lips and wide dark eyes that seemed to devour the man as they stepped closer. His breath tasted sweet on the air, and even sweeter as they kissed beneath the flickering lights of the carriage.
Sean’s XXL temptation, at first glance seemed like an invitation to sin. His body was magnificently sculpted, every inch of it begging to be indulged. His lips invited me to partake in a forbidden world of pleasure as I felt myself melting into his gaze, unable to resist the allure of his XXL temptation.
The sweet rapture of Sean’s cock was like a drug, his long, hard shaft sliding in and out of me with infinite pleasure and desire. His thick veins glistening in the soft gloom of the bedroom as I clung to him, barely able to contain my bliss. Every thrust sent shockwaves throughout my body, making me moan as I shuddered with pleasure.
The penthouse was awash in sweat and pleasure. Shadows flickered between white walls, while ice cold fingers ran down body parts, inciting soft moans. Nothing was off limits as the power bottom welcomed his partner home for one night of pure pleasure and adventure.