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Going Down on Robert: A Gritty, Homoerotic Lover’s Tale.

I stepped onto the dimly lit sidewalk in front of Robert’s apartment building. I had a feeling of anticipation and excitement. Even in the darkness, I could see the contours of his body– the way his jeans clung to his muscular thighs, the way his chest flexed when he moved, and the way his eyes glowed when they met mine. I had heard the stories about Robert and the wild nights he had with his lovers, and I was ready to experience them firsthand. I was about to embark on an adventure that would be filled with raw, passionate, homoerotic love. I had heard the dark details of Robert’s previous encounters, and I was eager to explore his mysterious depths. I was ready to explore the depths of passionate physical pleasure and dive into the depths of raw, erotic emotion. I was ready to go down on Robert.

Table of Contents

• 1. Litter-Box of Lust: Reacting to Robert’s Body
• 2. Crafting a Homoerotic Marvel: Capturing Robert’s Taste & Touch
• 3. Tapping the Siren Call of His Wet Pleasure
• 4. Riding the Whirlpool of Ecstasy with Robert
• In Summary

1. Litter-Box of Lust: Reacting to Robert’s Body

Licking my way between Robert’s thighs, his richly muscled legs, I had already begun my descent on the path of destiny laid out before me. His body whips me into a state of passionate delirium with the aroma of his skin, the musk of an animal in heat, luring me in— unaware of what satisfaction lies ahead of me, but with a certainty of its intensity.

I am consumed and aroused at the sight of his overflowing manhood, exposed and lustful. My tongue tickles around the base of his shaft, urged on by his moans of delight as I roll the foreskin around with delicate expertise. I take his length in my eager mouth, tasting the sweet salt of his desire. His gasp of pleasure and grip on the sheets bolsters my courage to go even deeper. His cock, thick in my mouth, quivers and I feel the build-up of anticipation traveling up my throat and into my animative core. His hips arch and thrusts become plunged, a firm reminder of the raging beast at his core.

I ride out the waves of pleasure with Robert, relishing the taste of him and the shock of every vigorous wave. For an eternity, we are connected and enthralled in a euphoric trance until, with a vengeance—his orgasm explodes.

2. Crafting a Homoerotic Marvel: Capturing Robert’s Taste & Touch

I had heard so much about Robert before I saw him in the flesh. I’d heard protective stories about him and the men he kept as lovers. He was not only gorgeous, with a beautiful physique and wide striking eyes that demanded your attention, but he was also a master of oral sex.

Once I had the pleasure of being where Robert pleased I could understand why his reputation had spread so far. His mouth was like an absolute artist – able to turn the mere act of licking into something other-worldly. He roved warmly over my neck, teasing and tantalizing my erogenous zones with talented flicks of his tongue. He then moved around to my nipples, which he manipulated between his teeth and soft lips. He even went as far as to slide down with his tongue to the webbing of my thighs, bringing with him a sensation as if my entire body were melting into a puddle of pleasure.

But the real show-stopper was when Robert moved even further, and his skilled hands parted my legs. His proficiency with the art of oral sex was off the charts. He seemed to have an innate understanding of my anatomy and just how to trigger the ultimate sensation of orgasmic pleasure. With light touches and firm suction he encouraged me to the realm of pure bliss that I had not yet experienced. I gasped, moaned, and writhing against Robert’s mouth until I could take no more, and pulled him off of me with my trembling hands.

3. Tapping the Siren Call of His Wet Pleasure

My tongue felt like a wildfire on my own skin, begging me to set it loose against the heat of his groin as soon as I laid eyes on him. His pristine body called to me, with dark hairs brushing the contouring curves of his abdomen and thighs flowing down like a river to the shores of his nether regions. I walked up to the edge of his shore and began to wade in the waters beyond, my tongue leading the way.

I started to lap at the slickness of his manhood, a gentle tongue delving deep within his tight opening to explore the slippery nooks and crannies that were his to give. His manhood trembled and bowed under my tongue, his babbling moan urging me onward. My skills as a lover took the reigns as his wetness pooled around my questing tongue, before I dipped low and tasted his entire length, letting out an almost audible siren’s song of pleasure.

4. Riding the Whirlpool of Ecstasy with Robert

I strip him down, pulled back the sheer curtains to allow the soft moonlight to wash over his bare skin. His smooth, toned body is one of those that I can’t take my eyes off. I quickly discard my clothes far enough away for us to avoid missteps in our exploration while also making myself exposed to him with hunger.

My lips ran over his body like oiled fabric while my eager hands stroke the tight ridges in muscle on his sides. His hips buck, begging for more as my teasing tongue stimulates and arouses his now stiffening member. My pleasure derived from his response to the slightest touch, the mere suggestion of agony brings me closer and closer to total immersion in bliss. I could feel his heartbeat in my fingertips while I slides deep inside of him and further still. When he let out a gasp, I felt his orgasm slowly wash over me as I tasted the fruits of his labor and heard his guttural moans.

Eventually, without us even realizing it, we had reached the peak of ecstasy. I watched us sink further into the whirlpool and our bodies danced to a rhythm I had never experienced before. His hands tangled in my hair as he held my head to him, never wanting that pleasure to end, and our cries for each other were a crescendo of pleasure that I never wanted to stop.

• The waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed, carrying us through the night on its tide
• Our moans rose and fell as one, a wall of sound that served to amplify the whirl of ecstasy
• We reached higher and higher, pushing each other further as wildness and rapture mixed and blended
• The air around us filled with our cries and sensations and I knew we had both experienced the greatest pleasure

In Summary

The evening had been one of pure pleasure and unbridled sexual excitement. There was something deep and mysterious between Robert and I, something intense and undeniably homoerotic. We’d left nothing behind but the ghosts of our sweaty, bliss-filled intertwining and our still-echoing cries of pure desire. We’d left in the morning’s dying light, content and sated, and all that remained was the intoxication that lingered of Robert’s taste, his touch, and the tales of his bedroom prowess. As I left, I couldn’t help but turn to one last look at the mystery and sexuality of Robert that now seemed as much a part of me as it did of him. If I never saw him again, I’d still carry his memory in my heart, and that was enough.