He stepped out of the shadows; all six foot of him, rippling with lean muscle and a hunger I knew only too well. I pushed my way up against him, gripped his hair, felt my grip sink into his neck as I took him in hungry, searching kisses. Then I was kissing my way down, exploring the contour of his body as I went. I swallowed his neck hungrily, before sliding my hand into his jeans. He groaned, like thunder, as I took him, our breath mixed with gasps and moans until every thought was lost in a wave of pleasure.
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The salty Gulf air caressed my face like a lover as I walked down the narrow cobblestone streets of PV. The rhythmic pulse of Latin music vibrating from the bars and restaurants made me palm my groin and feel my pulse start to race. I could feel the air thicken with anticipation and hunger as I explored the back alleys, seeking carnal delight.
He could feel his heart thumping, anticipation rising like heat underneath his skin. He slipped into the bathroom, quietly. It was secluded here–empty halls, no windows. His eyes moved slowly and hungrily over the lean, athletic hunks. He felt a thrill of excitement flow through his veins. These arresting guys were standing and showering like gods, completely oblivious to his presence. An undeniable homoerotic charge filled the air. He could hardly contain himself. He was alive
He moaned loudly as I brought him to a quick, explosive climax; my mouth, my tongue, my hands all working their magic in perfect harmony as I tasted him to orgasmic oblivion. His release flooded my mouth and sparked flashes of pleasure as we both melted into one.
Samuel’s eagerly exploratory hands inched further & further down my back, finally resting on the knob of my rear. His exhaled breath, fragrant of smog & lust, made my hair stand on end & aroused a deeper hunger in me. A darkly homoerotic experience had just begun.
The gay night was winding down, but we were just getting warmed up. I whispered secrets into your ear and felt my body heat up with anticipation as you pulled me into the dark bedroom. Sparkling P-town moonlight spilling in, we stripped off our clothes and dove into wet, wild pleasure. Hot kisses, lingering caresses and screaming orgasms all night long…
He stepped into the boy’s bathroom, and it was as if he had left reality behind and stepped into a secret, naughty world. The smell of cologne and the sight of shirtless twinks had the male transfixed and aroused. His heart raced as he tiptoed closer to the bathroom stalls, creaking with anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse. He was determined to experience the greatest erotic voyeurism of his life.
The heat of Jordan was a freight train that broke through the night. Every kiss, every manly touch sent shockwaves of pleasure, enhancing each experience. His calloused hands exploring my body like an electric current, sent me over the edge as his mouth found its way to those secret places on my body. I was addicted to the thrill of adventure.
My heart raced as I stepped into glory hole heaven; a pleasure palace of wonder and delight. Dark walls and intense, pounding music enveloped me. A passionate call to the depths of my desires and fantasies. My breath grew short and my body felt alive with the promise of unleashed pleasure.
The intense heat of Puerto Lobos was almost unbearable. I entered the madness of the orgy swelling around me, tightly gripping the hand of my lover. Everywhere I looked were muscled bodies, thrusting, caressing and intertwining with one another. I hungrily eyed up every man and woman who entranced me, before my gaze locked with my lover’s. We smiled knowingly, and I felt a wave of pleasure crash throughout my body.