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.
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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.