Exploring My Buddy’s Monstrous Manhood
My hands were shaking as I gripped the bed sheets tightly, the throbbing in my loins growing with each passing second. My friend and I had been flirting back and forth for weeks, the new connection between us both building up slowly until tonight – the night we both said yes.
Anticipation had been growing in me ever since he first stepped into my bedroom. I was overcome with desire to touch his body and feel his monstrous manhood against my own. His eyes were hooded, cluing me in to the same desire that was swirling within me. I swallowed hard before I moved forward and brought our bodies close, my hands exploring every inch of his body.
The electricity between us was immense. His touch felt electric and his manhood trembled as it grew harder with each second that I caressed its length. His breathing was labored, signifying his pleasure, and after a few moments, I finally worked up the courage to go lower and explore the depths of his monstrous manhood—my mind, body, and soul ready to take on the ultimate imperative.
Table of Contents
- 1. Arousal and Anticipation
- 2. Investigating Every Inch of the Manhood
- 3. Intoxicated by the Heavenly Aroma of His Sex
- 4. Unravelling the Pleasure of His Monstrous Meat
- To Wrap It Up
1. Arousal and Anticipation
All around me my buddy’s body heat seeped into mine, our combined sweat dripping between us, each breath heavy and loaded with arousal. His eyes held mine, his gaze gradually intensifying as his hands descended slowly over my chest, molding themselves to my curves. I felt the anticipation build inside me as he stopped just short of resting them on my rising and falling chest.
My focus shifted downward from his eyes and I took in the immense span of his body stretched over mine. I felt so small beneath him, a comparison I relished as I found myself overwhelmed by his bulging biceps and thick back extending out. My eyes dropped lower still, hungrily landing on the sight of his monstrous manhood, heavy and ready, slowly pumping with anticipation. I winced at my own desire, feeling myself grow hotter and more ready, my perspective shifting from him being far too large to the thought of me not being big enough for him.
His hands finally moved, roaming over my body as I bucked underneath him, lost in the sensations of his touch. His lips descended towards mine and his tongue explored my mouth hungrily, hips beginning to press primal rhythms against me as he surged with desire. I felt a deep desire to have him fill me, consumed by an overwhelming need for more as I gripped the back of his neck and spinning my tongue around his.
2. Investigating Every Inch of the Manhood
- The Feels
In my hands, it felt like I was cup-holders for a mighty totem of ancient gods. It felt like I was coming into contact with something holy and forbidden, something that strangers were not meant to touch. I felt a heat radiating off of its hard-packed muscular form, illuminated and emboldened by a holy light that seemed to encircle it.
- My Palpitation
I tenderly moved up and down its length, mapping out its contours and ridges as I went, pressing my hands against it, tracing the flow of each vein with my thumb as I roved. An intense thrill coursed through me as I relished the awe-inspiring size and the powerful reverberations flowing through it – like detecting an organ’s beating deep within the chest of a distant heart.
3. Intoxicated by the Heavenly Aroma of His Sex
I felt the waves of pleasure wash over my body as I peeled off his pants and taken in the heavenly aroma of his musk. I was mesmerized by his manhood, in all its glory, and forced myself to restrain from getting drunk in it already. His hardening member beckoned me to explore and fulfill my desire. I started at the shaft, my hands sliding and cupping it passionately. His skin was so delicate and sensitive that I could feel his pleasure drenching into my pores with every caress. His hand then grabbed mine and guided my hands to the head, the crown of his pleasure. I felt my whole being shiver at its velvety texture and muscular shape. His colossal size filled my palms with delight as the heat of his passion burned through me.
I could hardly suppress my moans as I explored his insatiable treasures. His pants had pools of liquid around the crotch, and I eagerly joined in. With my tongue and lips, I created a symphony of pleasure that pushed him over the edge. His masculine moans reverberated in my ear as I kept exploring, pushing my boundaries further. With pleasure dripping down my face, I was full to explosion, my mind almost separating from my body. His passion and intensity were captivating and I wanted to drown in him. As I felt him quiver in orgasm, I knew I must do the same, and we were soon united in our frenzied pleaure.
4. Unravelling the Pleasure of His Monstrous Meat
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His manhood was a work of art: thick, long and majestic. His veins snaked around it like a serpent winding around a tree, and it produced the most delightful of moans with every single thrust. I grazed my fingers against it in awe, still unable to comprehend the size of his piece. He answered my appreciation with lustful kisses that felt like needles on my skin, and I obliged; entwined in the pleasure of his monstrous meat.
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Each stroke sent me on a wild ride as I envisioned what such a thick and enormous member could do to me. I grabbed it tight and brought it deep inside me, my desires being fully aroused by its hefty size. It penetrated quickly and eagerly, and I moaned with each glance of it entering and exiting. I begged for more, not ready to part ways with the sensation of bliss he had provided and intruded into my flesh. I wanted to feel every inch of him exploring me.
To Wrap It Up
My passionate exploration of my buddy’s monstrous manhood left me feeling entirely sated and yet still desirous for more. Though I laid splayed out enticingly, still clinging to the sheets, he remained standing above me, a pure picture of a man oozing both confidence and raw sexual energy. His presence lingered in my mind long after he went, and I savored the sweet aroma of our prior exchange until my next conquest. Until then, I would have to simply remember the way his manhood felt inside me, being consumed by the sheer power of his monstrously masculine embrace.
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