The night air sent exciting tingles of anticipation through me as I strode down Toronto’s buzzing streets. Nothing compared to the thrill of heading downtown in search of thrilling gay encounters: the heat of raw desire searing the midnight air like neon electricity. I was ready to succumb to each sultry enticement, and give in to my most outrageous fantasies.
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He was easy to spot- tall, broad shouldered with a huge bulge in his jeans. His skin was tanned and glistening with sweat, and the musky scent of his cologne, mixed with the smells of the crowded club, was intoxicating. My breath quickened when he smiled at me, and I knew I was his for the night.
He was built like a god, ripped and toned beyond belief. We talked, flirted and danced together until his lips found mine. The air surrounding us crackled with sexual desire. I felt electric as we kissed, and soon after, I found myself saying goodbye to reality and following him home.
He slid his hands around me, cupping my ass and pushing my hips roughly against his. His growing bulge pressed into my lower back, teasing my own yearning desire. His lips grazed my neck and I felt his body heat with every move. The loneliness of the bar melted away as we swapped saliva and sweat, the memory of this moment destined to be forever etched in my mind.
He moved closer, pressing his hard body against mine as he licked my neck and whispered into my ear. His hands explored my body, igniting a fire between us that seemed unstoppable. His tongue danced and his fingers ran down my back as we tumbled to the ground, lustful and ready to learn more about each other in that back room of the bar.
My hands glide slowly around his massive shaft as I inch closer to his glistening tip. His size is dizzying and contains an intoxicating sensation that I can’t quite describe. I relish the sensation of his skin against mine as I wrap my lips around him, overcome with pleasure that could only be described as pure delight.