I awoke at dawn, aroused by the salacious sights and sounds of the alluring island. The sultry ocean air raced through me as I ventured out into mysterious Mykonos, searching for the perfect man to tenderly lick and suck me to a heavenly release. That night I found him, and my salacious odyssey began.
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He stood there, his hot, taut body glistening with sweat and the wet, tingling salt of the moonlit surf. As I approached him, I could just make out the faint breathless moans that floated through the coastal air and carried a palpable intent deep into my soul. I wanted this mystery man, and I could tell he felt the same, because as I swooped in for a hungry kiss he pulled me close and delivered the night’s very hot, homoerotic payoff.
He knew he had to get there soon. He craved the heat of another man’s mouth, the glory of having someone take him to the very brink of pleasure. He licked his own lips, savoring the thought, as he felt his darkness shifting and thrilling within him. He hailed a cab, eagerly, and made his way to the 6ix. There he’d find salvation in the most secret, searing closeness of his next blowjob.
The salty ocean air filled his nostrils with its merging musk of sea and sand. As the waves crashed beneath them, his tongue curled around his hard, yearning cock and his lover’s mouth moved in sweet, sensuous rhythm. His hot spit and sweet groans of pleasure echoed against the shoreline until, finally, the summer sun embraced them with its orgasmic rays.
The salty sea air embraced them both as he walked to the shoreline. He kissed the man he loved and the anticipation of pleasure intensified. Soon, they were laying in the sand, and the man’s lips were wrapped around his lover’s member: a thrill of passion like no other. The throbbing waves synchronized with the rhythm of his warm, wet suction until the tides of pleasure crested.
He had been pushing against me since we left the station, longing to feel my lips sucked hard against his, and cleave his warm fleshy shaft between them. His eyes sparkled with desire as he thrust–coming faster and faster until he finally flooded my eager throat. His cum was my reward, the most delicious complimentary experience on the railway.
He spotted the other guy first. They stood in shallow water, their eyes locked as if in a trance. His breath caught in his throat, as thoughts of naughtiness flooded his mind. Their fingertips touched, and the mutual desire for something more, something naughty, was palpable in the air. Smiling, they drifted near the shore and he experienced the ultimate pleasure of a gay beach boner – a mind-blowing homoerotic blowjob.
He enveloped himself in the silky frisson of the waves and the salty shimmer of the sand. In the stirring summer breeze, he leaned back as oceans of pleasure cascaded over them. Tongues collided and hands roamed, and his hunger for the taste of passion was finally fed with pleasure. The sweet seduction was unrelenting, and his creature within came to life.
He crooned as his tongue slid and lapped with mind-blowing pleasure. His lips enveloping my most delicate parts with deep adoration. His cheeks glowed with enthusiasm as he inhaled me to the point of maximum pleasure, as if we were the only two people on the train. Spectators to an exquisite show, within the hallowed confines of sensual pleasure. This was no ordinary blowjob; it was artistry in its finest form.
It was a humid night and the salty air sent a delicious chill through my body; I was ready for an adventure. Suddenly I saw him – tall, dark and beautiful – and I knew it was time to get busy. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue searching hungrily. Then I felt his mouth on my aroused member and I was soon lost in a sea of pure pleasure.