I was mesmerized, watching as they kissed gently before their clothing hit the beach like a scatter of feathers. Then, passionately, they explored each other’s bodies, their dark skin, oil-slick and smooth, glistening in the lowering sun. The wind carried their moans and whispers far into the sea. What followed was a night of pure, intimate pleasure. A three-way of complete gay lust, where boundaries were lost in the ebbing tide.
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The sun shone down the backs of two nubile brown-bodied studs as they lay upon the shore, their salty skin glistening with a sheen of ocean spray. The waves provided a rhythm for the reckless celebration, and soon both boys ravished in the bliss of their hard bodies, desperately searching for their release. The musky scent of beach sand mixed with salty kisses, and the clandestine atmosphere created a perfect storm of passion and unbridled need.
The hot sun burned his skin. But as he stripped off his clothes, all he felt was an ocean of arousal. Perspiration dripped as they touched each other. With every passing moment, each one of them became bolder, hungrier and raw with desire. Life was a thousand feet away, and here, all that mattered was pleasure. Their bodies twisted in waves of bliss as they devoured each other by the edge of the sea.
The sun was setting behind us as the waves lapped the shore where our forbidden passions lay waiting. Fingers tenderly intertwining, skin so warm and inviting, kisses so deep we melted into each other. We were 3 boys lost in a blissful haze of desire, the perfect bliss of fleeting pleasure we had dared to explore.
The sky is a canopy of stars, backdropped by the Miami skyline. I’m on my back- pressed between two of the hottest muscle gods on the beach. Their hands tug at my clothes, their mouths everywhere- kisses and moans. I feel wanted, desired, lit up by the moonlight and fire of their heat. My body melting into a puddle of pleasure and lust.
The heat, the salty air, the smell of a manly body…it all beckoned me to the docks. Soon enough, the sink-your-teeth-in sexiness of the muscle jocks called to me, making me ache with desire for their hard bodies. Cotton knickers may have been half down, but their passion for each other went all the way up. I was happy to just stand and watch as they explored each other deeply.
The ocean was an endless buffet of velvety flesh and slippery skin that thrummed his powerful arousal. His mouth latched onto the nape of my neck and devoured my salty flavor. He moved like a graceful wave in my arms, and his heat provoked an ecstatic roar from deep in my belly.
The sun beamed fiercely, setting the stage for the sultry scene. The boys, enticed by summer heat, pulled down their board shorts to reveal glistening bronze torsos. They raced to the sea, each one as aroused by the moment as the next, ready to revel in the sandstorm of sensuality that awaited them.
The air was hot and humid as I stepped onto the cobblestone street, winding my way around corners until I found myself face to face with a sea of Buccaneer boys. Tight, toned torsos in tight shirts and shorts filled my vision, and as I moved closer their promise of tight, hot cocks filled my imagination. I could barely contain the throb of desire pulsing inside me as I watched them work the night away.
He pulled me closer; the heat of his hard body electric against mine. I wanted to explore every ridge and muscle of his body as I felt his aroused manhood pressing into my soft belly. Wetness pooled between my legs, and desire surged through my veins. I closed my eyes as his hands navigated our bodies in the heavy night air, and we lost ourselves in mutual, wild abandon.