Swallowing His Load: A Homoerotic Tale
It had been an unbelievable evening – the kind of night that you never want to end and really never do. The sky was illuminated in shades of fiery pink and orange, while the air was heavy with the scent of desire and anticipation. I’d been with him since the early evening, and the electricity between us was palpable. As his hands explored my body, his lips pressed against mine, our tongues entwining, I could barely control myself. As things intensified, I felt myself ache with wanting, craving more. He led me into the bedroom, where we soon began our passionate and intense love affair. I quickly lost myself in him, as he explored every inch of my body with his hands and lips. As we lay entwined in each other’s arms, I felt an even deeper desire to please him, to feel him deep within me. I willingly and eagerly allowed him to enter me, all of his pleasure inside me. As I tasted him and felt him inside me, I felt myself on the brink of ecstasy. I soon felt him prepare to come, and his entire body quivered as he erupted deep inside my throat. I swallowed his load with intense pleasure, savoring every second. I relished in the moment, knowing that I’d never forget this most exquisite of evenings.
Table of Contents
- 1. Getting to Know Him: A First Look
- 2. Connecting through Touch: Taking it Further
- 3. Swallowing His Load: Into the Depths of Intimacy
- 4. Savoring the Moment: The Afterglow of Pleasure
- The Conclusion
1. Getting to Know Him: A First Look
I had been talking to him for days on the Montreal Erotic Network, his profile said he was a 28 year old male, that he was looking for pleasure and good times. When we finally agreed to meet up, I was so excited that he was going to actually exist in the flesh and no longer only on cyber chat.
We agreed to head to a secluded spot, somewhere away from prying eyes. I parked the car and as he got in I had to take a moment. That moment was to take in the sight of his body. He had that edgy look all around him, a vibe that he was someone who could make me feel wild. Astonishingly, he had delicate tattoos covering parts of his body, a sign of a free spirit. As I felt my body heat up with desire I thought to myself I had stumbled onto a gold mine.
We went for a drive and as the sun setting bathed us in warmth I felt there was something special developing between us. I looked over at him and his face, it was so intense, passionate and he was assessing my body with his gaze. I felt primal, like I had been starved of affection for too long and he was the one to finally satisfy my inner lust. Then he put his hand on my leg and I got shivers, I knew the next stage of the evening would be epic. We found a place to park and that’s when things got intense, he took my hand and started to pull me out of the car. We were making out and soon we were getting more copious and daring. He started grabbing my butt and giving it plenty of spanks. He then put me up against the car and kept pushing his body against me, I could feel his manhood getting bigger and bigger against my thigh. I felt like I was in a trance and all I wanted in that moment was to feel his release inside of my mouth. He finally pulled down his pants and hungrily I started licking and kissing him. He then started moaning and screaming with pleasure as he unloaded in my mouth. Out of nowhere, a car drove by us and the moment was broken. We quickly got in the car and drove off, making sure to get our fill of pleasure before we left for the night.
2. Connecting through Touch: Taking it Further
Feeling His Kiss:
We shed our clothes and wrap ourselves into the sheets and silence. His lips kiss, gentle and hot against my skin. Down, tracing my collarbone, nape, spine, stomach muscles, and hips. His hand probes and my own hand responds, roaming and finding his own arousal, with which I eagerly follow, greedy for the sweetness of pleasure that lays buried inside of us.
Arousal to Climax:
We tangle and twist together until I can feel his hard, throbbing manhood against my thigh. I move and grasp it delicately, rubbing my thumb against the tip and feeling it grow even harder in my hands. Then, I lower my body and take it in, eagerly sucking and lapping the length of it until my fingers can feel his hips begin to quiver, and tremble, as his body builds to climax and his sticky, sweet manhood fills my mouth.
- His lips kiss, gentle and hot against my skin
- His hand probes and my own hand responds, roaming and finding his own arousal
- I move and grasp it delicately, rubbing my thumb against the tip and feeling it grow even harder
- I lower my body and take it in, eagerly sucking and lapping the length of it until my fingers can feel his hips begin to quiver
- His sticky, sweet manhood finally fills my mouth
3. Swallowing His Load: Into the Depths of Intimacy
I open my eyes to behold a tapestry of sensation. His warm and salty cum fills my mouth, and my cheeks become hollowed with enjoyment. I savor the rush of pleasure that runs through me, my skin and breath tingling with anticipation. I can’t help but allow a decadent moan to escape me, and I can sense the embarrassment of my tender surrender even before his reaction takes shape.
He looks at me with a primal hunger, his eyes ablaze and his passion palpable. But even as his face is wrought with desire, his own shame is unmistakable in the timid curves of his lip. I reach out and touch his cheek as I swallow, the floodgate finally letting loose what he is – gentle and afraid, vulnerable and powerful. Our kiss is heavy and profound and soaked with a caustic sweetness. I taste the depths of our intimacy and when I look away I see the truth of our shared need.
4. Savoring the Moment: The Afterglow of Pleasure
Meandering in Ecstasy
The air was heavy with arousal, our satisfaction sealed in sweat. My lover and I lay, entwined, in beautiful abandon. He looked to me with hooded eyes, his body still shuddering with pleasure and his swollen shaft dripping its sweetness. As I teased his length with just the tips of my fingers, he was overcome with the passionate bliss we’d shared. We breathed in unison, our raging emotions slowly subsiding to a smolder.
The Sweetness of Capture
His sweetness now mine. I flattened him onto the bed with a gentle push of my chest and eased my tongue around the bulbous head. Longing oozed from his puckered opening, coaxing my eagerness as I engulfed him. His hips rocked, twitching with spasms, as I licked the salty harvest clinging to his meat. With every stroke, the load grew larger and the pleasure greater as I felt his guttural hums resonate against my cheeks. When I was done, he lay satisfied and slack, his hold on me fading as I savored the warm streams cascading down my throat.
The Conclusion
The afterglow blanketed me and his leathery salty smell filled the air. I lay there, completely transformed. His cum, still lingering in my throat, was like a sweet reminder of something that felt almost sacred. I would never forget the moment I tasted his pleasure and allowed my body to be completely consumed by it. We drifted off into a gentle slumber, relieved that our carnal desires had been satisfied and our craving for intimacy and physical connection fed one more time.
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