SuckHisYoungCock: A Homoerotic Salingerian Tale
My head was spinning, the room was spinning and all I could see was him. His shirt was off, his muscle rippling and his face a mix of innocence and knowing. Something in the way he touched me, as if he’d done it a million times, as if he’d known me for years. His lips were soft and inviting as he drew me closer to him. His warm breath on my cheek, his arms wrapping around me, my heart racing.
This was no ordinary night. This was the night that I would discover the most pleasurable experience of all- the feeling of one man’s cock inside of mine. His hands were wandering, his skin searing against mine and he leaned in for the kiss. I felt my resistance fading away, my need for him becoming undeniable.
This is the tale of suckhisyoungcock, an erotic, homoerotic Salingerian tale set in the heart of New York City. A story of want, desire and indulgence in the deliciously forbidden desires of young gay life. So let us begin this journey into love, lust and pleasure, as I tell you my story of how I finally came to give in to my own desires and allow myself to be taken by him.
Table of Contents
- 1. An Unexpected Pleasure
- 2. Desires Left Unfulfilled
- 3. Seizing the Moment
- 4. Arousing Afterglow
- In Retrospect
1. An Unexpected Pleasure
The Awakens of Raw Desire
I felt intoxicated as I stepped inside the dark recesses of the bar, completely oblivious of the sexy surprises that awaited me. Music seemed to thrum inside my core as I tasted the sexual energy swirling around. There he was, excitement radiating from his every slender sinew of the body. I could not take my eyes off his illuminated beauty as he captivated the room with his sultry gaze. I felt my pulse quicken as he entered the room, and I followed him whilst I could not take my eyes away him.
My intoxication was replaced with adventure and lust as his lips touched mine. Without a second thought, we took each other to a corner, my heart beating wildly in anticipation. Quickly, our clothes began to fly off in passion, as if I could not wait to have a sample of his young body. His hard chest was smooth with sweat that slid down his skin as we embraced each other. The sensation of his strong arms roped around me only made me crave more and more. His lips then moved to my neck, my nipples, my waist. Giving in to temptation I moved my hand and felt his hardness. I had craved it since the moment I had seen him and now I indulged as I wrapped my hand around him. His soft moan of pleasure was mixed with my own and soon I felt his hips move and his body become still as his own pleasure consumed him.
- take him to a corner
- gaze filled with excitement
- clothes flying off
- embrace and sweat
- pleasure and arousal
- intoxication of raw desire
2. Desires Left Unfulfilled
My heart was pounding and I was shaking. He had invited me here and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. As I lay there on the bed, waiting for him to come to me, I could feel his presence before I ever saw him.
When he finally climbed on the bed and straddled me, I was already mesmerized. His presence was electrifying and his pale blue eyes seemed to be piercing my soul. His hands were exploring my body as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.
He asked me what my fantasies were and before I could answer, he took my hand and placed it on the growing bulge in his jeans. His hot breath penetrated my senses, as his lips opened to tell me that he wanted to hear every single one of my desires and fantasies.
The electricity was growing stronger and we both knew he had to leave, but neither of us wanted to lose this moment we had. His words were staying with me, promising a night of pleasure and ecstasy he was willing to give, yet never fulfilled. I wished for the moment to last forever, each wanting more and never getting it. As he left I could still taste him on my lips and I could feel his body warmth on my skin. My heart was heavy from the denial of an unfulfilled desire, yet I could feel an excitement growing, as I anticipated our next encounter.
3. Seizing the Moment
A Homoerotic Salingerian Tale
I nervously made my way down the path to the secluded park. I had been messaging a guy from the area for a few days, and we were finally meeting up, but a deep layer of fear still hangs over me. I never know how things will turn out in these situations, and I had never met him before. I cautiously stepped into the darkness of the night. A lonely park bench sits eerily in the middle of the clearing. I walked toward it, my heart pounding against my chest.
As I approached the bench I noticed a figure waiting, his face illuminated by a yellow street lamp nearby. He was much more handsome than his profile photos, and in the eerie light I could just make out a faint smirk on his lips. I eyed him curiously, curiosity and longing burning in my chest. We looked each other up and down in silence, until he finally broke the silence. We talked and laughed for a moment, but soon, we couldn’t contain our desire anymore. We charged each other like two wild animals, kissing and groping in the moonlight. I desperately wanted to feel him inside me, but I knew it was too dangerous.
So instead, I bent down and sucked HisYoungCock with a fervor, licking and caressing it with eagerness. The taste of HisYoungCock was sweet and salty, and I relished every second that I devoted to it. He came quickly and violently, my face erupting with his pleasure. I felt a surge of satisfaction knowing that I had made Him feel good, and we shared one last look and a kiss before going our separate ways.
4. Arousing Afterglow
I slipped out of bed, tracing the light pat of cool air over my semi-naked skin. He trailed me with his eyes, lingering until I had shut the bedroom door behind me. I stood in the hallway, my head spinning from the force of an amazing orgasm newly delivered. A few delicious minutes of anticipation passed before I heard him enter the hall. I leaned against the wall as he sauntered to me, his meandering movements thrilling and seductive until he came close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his body.
He kissed me as if he had imagined doing it for hours, his soft lips eagerly covering mine and his tongue grazing each corner of my mouth. His hands were more demanding as they explored my chest and sides, his fingers finding the warmth of my erect nipples, teasing them in a tantalizing afterglow. I quivered beneath his strong hands, my body charged with a desire that was difficult to control. I wrapped my arms around his body and he lifted my chin to meet his eyes, still so fiendishly eager to please.
Fuelled by my thoughtless lust, we rekindled our desires and returned to the bedroom, submerging ourselves in the delightful scent of our desire and passion.
In Retrospect
The air was still thick with our erotica, a sort of Salingerian force that neither of us had ever experienced before. We lay there with nothing but the hum of our mumbled whispers and the occasional deep sigh to accompany us. The sweat had cooled, but the lingering heat from our lovemaking lingered in the air. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his. I wanted to savor every last moment of this experience, because I knew that nothing could compare to the raw intimacy of our exchange. As we both drifted off into the night, I couldn’t help but feel that this was something that only Salinger could write about. SuckHisYoungCock was a homoerotic tale that I will never forget.
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