Sucking Carter’s Big Gun: A Homoerotic Adventure
I was in a low lifer dive bar in the middle of the city, a place best forgotten; but then I saw him, Carter, and realized it was worth remembering. He was tall, strong, and handsome, and he immediately grabbed my attention. His tight jeans bulged in all the right places and, as he walked by casually sipping from his whiskey glass, I noticed the discernible bulge in his crotch – that’s when I knew I wanted more. His gleaming eyes met mine, and I was hooked.
He invited me back to his place, and before the night was done, he’d let me experience the full magnitude of his manhood. His big gun – what can I say? It was impressive and, well, let’s just say I knew I was in for something special. As I loosened his belt and tugged the zipper of his jeans downward, our excitement intensifying with each second that passed, I realized that I’d left the realm of reality for something even more primal – with Carter’s big gun as our guide. Come with me, and I’ll tell you all about my steamy Homoerotic Adventure.
Table of Contents
- 1. Introduction: Detectives and Craving Intensity
- 2. Preparing for Battle: Sensory Stimulation
- 3. The Anticipation: Getting Ready to Draw
- 4. The Shootout: An Intense Taste of Paradise
- To Conclude
1. Introduction: Detectives and Craving Intensity
The neon lit city street rustled with energy, pinpoints like diamonds on velvet, but Carter was the biggest diamond of them all. He had an aura about him—a daring one. Something that exuded confidence, masculinity, and even a certain kind of hunger. It was obvious just from looking at him why his many fans called him ‘The Lover’.
Tonight he had a bigger mission—he was out to satisfy his craving intensity. As he walked, each step was weighed down with hidden meaning, hisPrivate Dick holster as empty as his hard heart ever since he got out of that loveless relationship. He knew what he had to do, but it was going to take some effort to find the male prostitute that was uniquely suited to his taste—and his gun.
He was energy and he was hunger. He was a detective and it was time to solve the case of the midnight-man. Finally, after a few wrong turns, he found who he was looking for. His eyes met his prey’s as Carter unstrapped the giant revolver from his side. He knew he was ready to do the job right. The only thing left was to give his big gun what it was really craving for— a night of intense sucking. He finally had his man and he was ready to let him have it.
2. Preparing for Battle: Sensory Stimulation
1. Under the bed I wait, the cold from the floor seeps up my body making me shiver. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for but I know I’m ready. My heart races in anticipation, my mind spinning with ferocious longing. I’m about to begin a new journey, one that will lead me to mystery and pleasure. I inch closer to the edge of the bed and begin to feel my senses awaken. My ears are met with the hushed sounds of silence, my eyes feast on the stark darkness of the night and my nose is inhaled with the top notes of desire.
- Then I hear it, the faint hum of a car engine as it pulls up in the driveway. My insides buzz in agreement, this is for me. I sense the door open, click of its lock and the sound of footsteps as Carter strides up the stairs. I know it’s him before I see him; his presence is intoxicating like a musk of cinammon and leather. Finally his figure appears in the doorway, I take a deep breath and look upon him. His arms are like cannons, chest like an armour and his cock a big gun. I move towards him, my mouth smoldering with desire as my lips find his. My tongue begins to lick and lick, tasting the essence of his manhood, as I greedily swallow the trinity of Carter’s big gun.
3. The Anticipation: Getting Ready to Draw
My Eyes Fixed on His
I stepped into the room and Carter’s eyes devoured me with a hungry gaze. His uniform pressed flat against his muscular chest, and the shape of his military belt evidence that he was subtly packing heat. I nervously walked toward him, my heart racing in my ears. I stared into his eyes, now locked on mine, as I approached him. I knew his big gun was there, safely tucked away in the two holster clips near his waist.
Ready for Action
Carter moved closer to me, inches away. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me to him as he slowly leaned in for a kiss. His lips were full and warm against mine. I felt his tongue trace the inside of my mouth, his hands enveloping me in a strong embrace. He grabbed my hands and held them tightly behind my back, my fingers grazing the leather of the holster. I was ready for action, for him to show me his big gun.
4. The Shootout: An Intense Taste of Paradise
Carter and I had been eyeing each other for hours as we sat at opposite ends of the bar. We had moved closer by the time the bartender brought over two shots of whiskey; the liquid burning down my throat in a distant and merciful blaze. I met his gaze, which had shifted from eyes that had seemed so icy, to passionate flames that licked at the corners of my heart. We embraced, and our tongues immediately found their way back home, like an uninvited guest that unexpectedly brings life to the party.
Knowing my fever was only increasing, he requested that I follow him to a dark corner in the back, behind the bar. The air was dense there, and I could feel a mysterious energy in the air. Carter was standing right in front of me when he said, “here, take a taste.” Instinctively, my hand reached out and grasped the protruding member that he was offering me. Its thickness confirmed that it was a force to be reckoned with. The sea-salt taste of his sweat, as I traced my tongue around him, was absolutely heavenly. As I brought my lips up to meet his member, it felt like a wild animal that had been let loose; his exhales becoming more passionate as I continued to stroke and lick.
I never wanted the moment to end, but Carter seemed to know that there was somewhere else for us to go. It was time for us to experience the ultimate shootout.
To Conclude
Smoke rising from his lips and a devilish glint in his eyes, there I stood, face to face with Carter and my breath taken away. I was entranced in the moment and saw a reflection of myself in him, enticed by the thrill of it all. As I bowed to his touch and ran my tongue across his big gun, I felt his warmth and power flow through me. No matter what the future may hold, I knew in that moment that I had experienced something special and powerful, something that would live with me forever. It was an unspoken understanding that is only appreciated by lovers on an intimate level. Carter, and I, were both smiling as I tucked away my secret to be kept until the end of time. Until then, I wanted to have his big gun as a reminder of our romantic, homoerotic adventure.
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