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Licked to the Last Drop: A Homoerotic Tale

I woke up with the knowledge that I was going to explore a fantasy that would take me farther into the depths of homoerotic pleasure than I could ever imagine. I was ready and eager to experience this, and with a pounding heart and aroused body I was certain nothing could stop me.

I had heard tales of days gone by, when young men were licked to the last drop, where the act seemed to be an unspoken truth between two eager lovers that would lead them to untold heights of passion and ecstasy.

Today I was to get to experience my own such tale – one of intense pleasure and unbridled desire – a tale that was sure to be impossible to forget.

Table of Contents

• 1. An Epic Licking and Sucking Session
• 2. He Wasn’t Going to Stop Until He Got the Last Drop
• 3. A Delightful Journey through Lust and Ecstasy
• 4. Letting Out all the Memories with a Kiss at the End
• To Conclude

1. An Epic Licking and Sucking Session

As we embraced for the last time, I guided him to the bedroom, eager to taste him further. Lost in the moment, I pushed him onto the bed and knelt between his legs as he stared up at me with a ravished look in his eyes.

The agitation growing inside of me was strong enough to fuel my desire of lust that was finally unleashed by simply looking at him. I touched the tips of my lips as I hungerly made my way down his body. Line by line, strength by strength, I licked; my tongue snaking up and down his heat.

• The Taste. First, I tasted the salty flavor on the sides, making my mouth water from the overwhelming urge of wanting to keep this rhythm going. Sweet in its flavor but sour in its after taste, I glided and kissed my way towards more of him.
• The Appeal. It was one thing to feel his wetness all over my tongue, having an instant reaction to moan but sounding slightly more aroused when combined with the passion of wanting to please him. His pleasure was my mission and mission accomplished!
• The Moan. I was in a trance, feeling every sound come out of him, every moan and every movement, getting more and more aroused as I moved on over him, pressing onto him, caressing him and triggering his raw pleasure.

The session became more heated as I continued licking him, caressing him with my tongue as I came close and closer to his core. His excitement filled me with a new kind of power I never knew I had. His body shaking with pleasure as I made my way around his body, up and down, licking and sucking in the perfect mix that brought him bliss like no other. And with one final lick, I tasted every last drop, sending him off into sweet oblivion.

2. He Wasn’t Going to Stop Until He Got the Last Drop

His tongue felt good against the skin of my inner thigh. I lay there motionless, his body tucked protectively and provocatively over mine, as he steadily probed with his probing maw. His eyes were shut tight, as if concentrating and taking as much pleasure as he could out of his ministrations. He slowly worked his way up from my calf, over my thigh, and back down again; each stroke of his tongue felt as if it was designed to bring me closer and closer to the very edge of pleasure. Each time he dipped into the crevasse of pleasure he had created between my legs I could feel a shudder run through my body and his hands grip me just a bit tighter.

Finally, as if something was driving him beyond himself, he stopped working his tongue along my skin. Leaning in he began to suck the head of my hard-on into his wet mouth. His lips wrapped tightly around the base of my shaft as he let out a low moan. He refused to let go, as if this was the very thing that he had been searching for. I reached down, my hands inside his t-shirt brushing against his muscular back, guiding him in time with my hips. Back and forth they moved, his mouth getting tighter and tighter around the base of my shaft until I felt I was teetering on the edge of something animalistic. And just when I could feel the pleasure climbing, his mouth was suddenly still, savoring the moment, savoring the last drop of my coming.

3. A Delightful Journey through Lust and Ecstasy

The Bedroom:

• I could smell the seductive scent of sex even before leaving the hallway. The door opened to an erotic setting of dim lights and incense in the air. A king-size bed with a jade green bedspread, complete with a mountain of soft, inviting pillows served as the centerpiece of the room.
• On the nightstand was the nightcap that we both so eagerly awaited. I took a seat on the bed, and my partner followed suit, clad in nothing but a black and white thong. His body was smothered in oils designed to awaken my every sense.

Exploring Together:

• My heart raced as he removed the thong and began to press his oily body onto mine, the two of us now covered in an exquisite blend of scented oils. We took our time exploring each other and the sensation of the oils, each lick and each caress bringing us closer together.
• We soon found ourselves on the bed, nothing but passion and desire between us as we kissed and explored every inch of the other’s body. His hands were like fire against my skin. His mouth and tongue were more tantalizing than anything I had experienced before. Until finally, I was licked to the last drop.

4. Letting Out all the Memories with a Kiss at the End

I focused all my senses in on him as I stepped around the corner. His light brown hair and bright blue eyes stood out against the plain walls of the hallway, and my heart raced thinking about what may soon come. I stepped closer and closer, taking in the chiseled shape of his chest and the powerful tightness of his arms. I paused for a moment, soaking in the sight of him and savoring the anticipation as it began to rise.

He leaned close and gasped, drawing me in and filling me with need. His lips were sweet and inviting, and I took a deep breath and fell in. Our tongues intertwined and explored every inch of each other’s mouths, caressing and teasing. As his hands ran along my back, I felt a tingling warmth deep inside, and I wanted more. Our mouths formed an unbreakable bond, as if a vortex of memories and future events were being shared through our contact. His lips moved from my mouth to my chin, and I felt my legs grow weak as he kissed his way down to my neck and my chest. We fell into one another’s arms, and I felt his warmth push aside any lingering doubt I had. This was it. We were about to let out all the memories with a warm, wet kiss.

To Conclude

The taste of his skin lingered on my lips and I couldn’t help but enjoy the gentle sensation that was left on my body. His moans and sighs of pleasure still echoed in my thoughts, his blue eyes nearly hypnotizing me to remain in this moment of joy forever. I was left completely breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience that we had just shared between us. His sweet touch left me wanting more. I knew I would never forget the feeling of his lips pressed against my muscles, as he licked me to the last drop.