Pounding Colton: A Gay Romp In My Rear
I was lying there, on the unmade bed, sweat glistening on my body and my breath still heavy with anticipation. Colton had just finished pounding me like a madman, and no matter how hard I groaned or begged, he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. We had been going at it for days now, and the intensity of our passion was still as high and as charged as ever.
The air around us was thick and charged with emotion, like a storm brewing in the corner of the room. The heat was unbearable, and our bodies could take no more. And yet, regardless of how we felt, neither of us could bring ourselves to tear our gaze away from each other’s eyes. As we shared a tender moment, panting and exhausted, I knew that my night with Colton had been one of the most intensely erotic experiences I had ever had.
These are the stories of my nights with Colton – nights that were filled with pounding, gasping pleasure and unbridled passion. Join me as I recount the pleasure and the madness of my romp in Colton’s rear.
Table of Contents
- 1. Stripping Colton of His Innocence
- 2. The First Time Is Not the Last Time
- 3. An Exploration of His Rear Delights
- 4. The Satisfying Moment of Enduring Passion
- Wrapping Up
1. Stripping Colton of His Innocence
He was stood there, a beefy young man taking off his clothes – the blazer and then his crisp white shirt. His abs were tight, his chest fit and his nipples were perky. His frame small and sturdy, just like I had remembered from our steamy encounter weeks ago.
He began to take off his trousers and as he did so, I watched eagerly as each inch of his body was slowly revealed to me. His ridges and curves soon enough laid before me in all its naked glory. I encased my hands around his hips, embracing him with my strong sense of determination. His cock immediately started to swell under the pressure of touch.
- The air was electric with arousal as we embraced and kissed with luscious intent.
- Ensuring to leave no body part untouched, I licked every curve and crevice of Colton’s body with wild abandon.
- I wanted no part of him left untouched, no corner unvisited.
- In turn, Colton would respond passionately with heated sighs and trembling moans as I explored voraciously and brought him into the world of the unknown.
2. The First Time Is Not the Last Time
He had been flirting with me on application—FaceMilk of all things—for a few days now, but I didn’t think much of it. We had talked back and forth but it was nothing more than surface chatter. I swiped right, of course, just in case, and eventually he popped up in my notifications again.
I was hesitant, as he was a stranger, but I could feel something pulling me towards him. It was then that I agreed to meet him at his place for a few events of furtive pleasure. With a curious appetite and desperate desire, I arrived at the door of his flat and noticed a light peeking through the window like an alluring elixir.
I entered to find Colton, a tall man with auburn hair and an inviting smirk. He had a slivered torso, toned through hours of gym and hidden under layers of masculine pheromones. I shook hands with him and was soon consumed by a hot fever as he unraveled from his clothes. His slender frame and the curve of his hips left me in a state of pure ecstasy. He moved like a steam engine, ready to deliver unstoppable pleasure.
It was the first time I had experienced anything so grand, and with it he quickly became the master of my predilections. We soon came together in an uninhibited fashion. His thrusts were powerful and draining, but I continued to come back for more. At the slightest movement, he was able to capture my body in ways I could only dream of. His kiss alone was enough to carry me to the heights of pleasure nirvana.
He left me panting and gasping for more — my inability to resist only left me wanting more. His initialjoinshe compelled me to invite him back and that hellish pleasure back for a
sign up before the dawn. Soon our nocturnal frolics with Pounding Colton became a nightly ritual that must be replenished in order for us to satiate our desires.
3. An Exploration of His Rear Delights
The back of Colton was tight like a virginal flower, aching to be petaled and loved. His skin was sun-kissed and warm like a golden egg as I ran my fingers along his hips. As I moved in closer, my body barely touching his own, his musky aroma overpowered me, sending me into a bout of desire I could not contain.
I bit and licked, yet craved more; a deeper, more savoring experience with his rear. My tongue followed his nooks and crannies as I explored the depths of his behind. I pressed my hands over the curves and contours of his backside, finding pleasure points as I moved closer to his engorged ass. His escapade with my tongue was electrifying, pleasure we both felt to the core of our souls.
- I bit and licked
- His skin was sun-kissed and warm
- My tongue explored his depths
- My hands moved over his curves
- His pleasure electrifying
My desire for Colton increased as I explored deeper and with more fervor. His moans grew louder and my manhood bulged ever larger, begging for his touch. I firmly grasped his hips and pounded him with intensity, his rear giving me more delight than I ever thought possible. His tightness embraced my own as we moved in perfect, languid bliss.
4. The Satisfying Moment of Enduring Passion
With a deep thrust, Colton hitched my hips higher and entered me. The heat of his body enveloped my skin and his musky scent filled my lungs. I felt each of his movements as intense waves of pleasure rippled through my body. With increasing force, he powerfully pounded deep within me, our hips melding together to create an indelible moment of passion. His hands were everywhere…
Our arousal worked on us like a drug, each thrust driving us towards the ultimate satisfaction we sought. We were insatiable for each other, locked in a physical and emotional embrace of unrivaled intensity. With each strain of his back muscles, every grind of his pelvic hips, and every forceful flex of his thighs, our connection grew even stronger. Our desire and energy building until we found the release we craved.
Wrapping Up
My pounding of Colton came to an end, but I’d like to think it will be a fond memory for us both. In what remains of the night, I don’t feel any remorse but rather a sense of satisfaction. I indulge in a few more hungers as I luxuriate in my post-romp state of being. I know Colton was there with me, and I have a hunch he will be there again. Until then, I look forward to whatever new pleasures tomorrow’s night will bring me.
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