Sucking Cock in the Big Apple: A Homoerotic Adventure
The sun was setting in the Big Apple and as the characters of Day and Night began to emerge, I started getting ready for one of the most homoerotic adventures of my life. With my fly undone and my shirt half-way open, I hit the streets of New York with the same energy and excitement I usually had right before a wild night.
I felt alive. Ready to explore. Open for debate and conversation. But, most importantly, open for all the oral adventures that awaited me with that captivating first experience of an anonymous man’s sensual lips and intriguing tongue.
After some searching, I stumbled across a local bar. In the shadows and poorly lit, so to mask my identity and intent, I took my seat.
The music thumped sweetly and I felt that familiar rush of excitement, the same wave that came every time I experienced something new and wet in my intimate homoerotic encounters.
I crossed my legs, waiting for that special moment when I would feel those sweet lips and the sensuous words being whispered by a stranger on this crazy erotic night.
The time had come as I sat there in the Big Apple, ready to take an intimate journey of sucking and tasting a man’s cock.
Table of Contents
- 1. From the Dunkin’ Donuts Dilemma to the Starbuck’s Redemption
- 2. Sizing Up the Slimy Prospective Johns of Times Square
- 3. Lurching Up the Lazy Erections of the Hudson River
- 4. Seeing Red in the Subway Station Sapphic Scene
- Concluding Remarks
1. From the Dunkin’ Donuts Dilemma to the Starbuck’s Redemption
The soft rumble of the bike’s engine filled the night air as I buzzed down 6th Avenue. I had just left Dunkin’ Donuts, empty-handed after a frustrating night of trying to find an attractive floor show. I was determined to find some hot action in the Big Apple and I was getting slightly discouraged.
But this is New York and exhaustion is not an option. After a moment of contemplation, I remembered that Starbuck’s was nearby. After a five-minute walk I found myself in the shop, my eyes quickly scanning the room. I spotted a few potential targets and I knew my search had been successful.
- Marcus – tall, muscular, olive-skinned beauty.
- Dean – compact frame, dreadlocks, stunning tattoos.
- CJ – the Internet sensation himself, decked out in a designer suit.
I had my pick of the litter and I was determined to pick the perfect piece of man meat. After minutes of staring every man down, I found myself gravitating towards CJ. His eyes were intense and he had a playful confidence about him. I made my move and I’m glad I did.
We went back to CJ’s hotel room in Midtown, the AC blasting and the lights down low. Our clothes flew off faster than our inhibitions and soon we were entwined in a passionate embrace. My Fleet Week fantasies were becoming reality and I was in heaven. We licked, sucked, banged and eventually satisfied our mutual desires. It was a wild night in the Big Apple and I’ll never forget it.
2. Sizing Up the Slimy Prospective Johns of Times Square
The flashing neon signs and bearded street preachers of Times Square beckoned to me, daring me to indulge in the darkness of pleasure that lurked in the shadows.
My feet hit the pavement, sending a thrill up my legs as the heat of the city enveloped me. I took stock of the various johns that passed, scanning for the ones that could satisfy my salacious desires.
- The Struggling Artist – The smell of his paint-splattered clothing told the tales of his creative endeavors that never seemed to leave the studio. His wiry frame, brown eyes, and thick beard made me eager to grab his hand and take him to my own secret studio where I could bring more pleasure to his life than his canvas ever could.
- The Wall Street Kid – The air of privilege and entitlement surrounded him, not quite resonating with the rest of the street hustlers. His tailored suit perfectly hugged his body, and his recently-honed muscles hinted at the life of luxury he enjoyed in the heart of Manhattan. His pockets were thick, and so were his demands, but his deep green eyes made me willing to give in to his wishes.
- The Mona Lisa Smiler – His enigmatic presence immediately attracted me, and I soon discovered he was the silent connoisseur of the night. His piercing gaze, masculine body, and carefully combed hair spoke to the secrets hidden in his mysterious eyes. I knew I could not resist the allure of the Mona Lisa’s smile, and would soon be begging for him to grant me my own wish.
Each of these men promised a pleasure unlike any I had encountered before, and I knew that a night of bliss and adventure awaited. I could hardly contain myself as visions of sinful encounters and nonstop carnal desires possessed my mind. Nothing would be spared, no taboo left unchallenged as I made my way through the streets in search of a night of unforgettable arousal. I was ready.
3. Lurching Up the Lazy Erections of the Hudson River
Up the Lazy Erections of the Hudson River
A thick fog had wrapped itself around me like a blanket, but I couldn’t sleep. The thought of what the new day would bring excited me to no end, and I found myself straining against the confines of my covers as I fantasized. Every part of my body seemed colder than in the heat of the city, yet I desired to keep my clothing nice and tight, wrapping against me like a corset. I wanted every inch of my form, displayed to its fullest potential, so that whoever I found up the river would find me oh so desirable.
The river seemed quieter than ever, as if nobody had ever traversed its waters. But I wouldn’t be alone for long – I had promised myself the night before that I would suck cock before leaving. And I had no doubt that I would definitely be able to find someone to fulfill my desires.
My eyes scanned the shoreline, searching for a figure away from the night’s lights. I saw a silhouette up ahead, and felt a jolt of pleasure go through me as I undid my shirt buttons - this was going to be a night to remember.
4. Seeing Red in the Subway Station Sapphic Scene
My head was swimming as I stepped into the fold of the Big Apple, a rush of anticipation coursing through my veins. The cab driver had dropped me off in Bryant Park, a place well known for smoking and cruising, and I was ready to follow in the footsteps of those before me. As I stepped onto the stairs that led to the subway station, I was in for a surprise. The walls were lined with the silhouettes of New York night crawlers, silhouettes I hadn’t seen before. Their faces were obscured by the steam produced by the trains passing underneath, but I could feel the potential of what was to come.
Weaving through the crowd, I descended further and further into the depths until I stumbled upon a scene I could scarcely believe. Before me stood three women, legs clamped together tight and hands intertwined like bindweed. Their lips were locked in a passionate embrace, their tongues probing and exploring each other’s depths with a hunger that stirred me to the core. I hadn’t expected to find such a sensuous scene in a public place, but there was something thrilling about the way they moved, a maturity and complexity that spoke deeply to me. To all those around them, these three girls were strangers. To me, they were undiscovered sapphic lovers, with enough energy and enthusiasm to light up the entire station.
Concluding Remarks
I brought my snow-white teeth and my tongue back to the Big Apple, more experienced than when I had left: and with a newfound appreciation for the delectable candy of lips that have slipped away far too soon; a cache of salacious memories stored in my mind, a trove of experiences never to be forgotten. From the backstreets to the clubs, I’ve tasted the most decadent of kisses and partaken in blissful sensuality. I leave the Big Apple knowing that it is, without a doubt, one of the most inviting places on earth for an adventurous gay man.
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