Poolside Man Lust: A Gay Sexcapade
It was a juicy summer evening, and the sun was setting over the horizon in a pink-orange hue. I felt the heat of the day and the hint of a warm breeze brush over my skin, the smell of chlorine strong in my nostrils. The pool was still and quiet, the only sound the faint splash of water as I floated around on my back. I suddenly heard the crunching of shoes on the pavement that echoed throughout the night. There he was: the man of my dreams.
He stood tall, his body a fitting silhouette in the murky night-time sky. His hair was dark and slicked back; I could feel his piercing eyes burning through me as he walked closer to the edge of the pool. I felt my heart quicken, my senses suddenly tingling with anticipation. He was breathtaking.
I wanted him. Wanted him to take me in his arms and press up against me until our worlds collided. I wanted him—his body tight against me; his lips pressed against mine. His warmth and caress so near. I wanted him desperately and without reserve, and in that moment nothing else mattered in this seductive poolside man lust.
Table of Contents
- 1. Excitement at First Sight
- 2. The Heat of the Moment
- 3. Mutual Satisfaction
- 4. Getting to Know Each Other
- The Conclusion
1. Excitement at First Sight
Clothing on Skin
Taking off my shirt and exposing my toned, tanned body beneath the just-past-noon sun, I eye up the handsome stranger who has caught my attention from across the pool. His eyes show a bold, teasing glimmer that I can’t help but return before I dive into the warm, sun-kissed waters, having my desire take a daringly erotic twist.
Along with the heat of the day, the warm emotions brought on by this man stir up and meld with everything else in this atmosphere. Feeling increasingly more aroused, my flaccid cock begins to swell and stretch against my tight, dampened swimming trunks. As I shake the water off my strong, edging-on-masculine frame before laying out in the sun, his gaze never leaves me, filling my thoughts with amorous vignettes.
Touching Without Words
We communicate our mutual gaze with a curious hunger, and I feel a playful tension stirring between us. It builds and builds until I am motionless. Caught up in deliciously intoxicating feelings, I dare not make a move nor follow his with any of my own. He rises, his nylon running shorts clinging way-too-familiarly against his curves, and he makes his way towards me. Standing tall, his eyes only leave mine as he stretches out a hand offering me a towel. I pull the towel over my skin, and I’m almost yanked from my trance by the sensation of cloth against my flesh.
Hearing an almost daring whisper of a voice in my ear, he invites me to join him in the empty Jacuzzi just beyond the pool. Reflected in his inviting eyes, I see my own hunger has taken hold completely. I accept. The rest is left to fantasy.
2. The Heat of the Moment
Panting heavily, I watched as his bottle-tanned skin glistened in the sun. His sculpted body was the epitome of male beauty, and his strength was evident in the way he bent his neck sidewards, revealing his smooth neckline. His arms, corded with envy-inducing muscles, were raised in a languid stretch, his inviting eyes beckoning me from the pool.
As I shimmied closer to him, my body buzzed with the intensity of the heat. He reached out and looped his arms around me, pulling me closer, the thrum of anticipation jolting through our bodies as our lips locked hungrily. His passionate kiss hard, yet soft, sent an eager storm rising through me, and as his hands gently caressed my body I felt his strength pouring into me, intoxicating me as it did.
Cocooned in a private bubble of heated ecstasy, we tore away each others clothing, eagerly exploring each other’s bodies until it felt like the entire world melted into the sound of beating drums. I could feel the force of his passion as his heat enveloped my senses, his face scarlet, and as he entered me I shuddered and arched against the pleasure and pain of it.
We moved together in frantic abandon, fearlessly delving deeper, farther, harder until all I knew was fire and the burning intensity of passion all around, and within me…
3. Mutual Satisfaction
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The sun beat down on our exposed skin as we lay on the soft chaise lounges beside the crystal blue pool. Our hands explored with eager excitement, learning each other’s body with heavy caresses. The air was filled with our fervent yearning as palpable as the sun’s heavy heat.
I felt my heart swell and my pulse quicken as my partner knelt between my legs and pressed his eager lips against my weary flesh. His ardent tongue worked its magic as I closed my eyes and eased into the sensation. I felt his lean muscled frame press into me as I felt his fiery desire course through my veins, igniting me with its feverous heat. Our bodies found a steady rhythm and in that moment, our brought us into paradise.
4. Getting to Know Each Other
Bonding Over Bodies:
As the two of us lounged by the pool, we watched as the others mingled around us, but our eyes were devoted to each other. Each time we caught a gasp of one another’s scintillating perfection as our bathing suits barely disquised the protruding parts of our physique, we were entranced by the spark passing between us. It felt like our bodies had been carved out of the same template, our curves and angles blending perfectly into one. Lust-induced energy was radiating off of us, and although we didn’t even need the encouragement, the heat of the sun warmed our skin and our hearts raced in unison.
Mutual Pleasures:
We bantered and toyed with each other, the conversation an intricate game, both trying to gain enough confidence in one another to romp in the shallow end. But soon, our patience dissipated and led us to the edge of the pool. We stepped into the inviting water and passionately explored my body and vice versa. Each arrestingly delicate touch made my knees tremble and my mind spin in a warm, euphoric trance. We tasted each other, explored every inch of our undersides, and willingly unveiled the thin veil of leather we call clothes that held the mysteries of our identities. Our meeting was more than just physical; it carried a magick that left me with the feeling that I knew this handsome man all my life.
The Conclusion
The sun finally started to dip against the pink sky, casting an orange hue over the night. I heard a few faint splashes in the pool until the silence was deafening, and I knew it was time to leave. I wished I could stay longer, to feel the hot touch of his skin against mine and take in every bit of his passionate excitement. But then, I felt my heart skip a beat as I heard the deep timbre of his voice calling out to me in the darkness, telling me to come back for more of our manly frolics the next time the sun set…
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