He stood before me, bulging with muscle, veins tracing wide across each limb. His pecs, his biceps, his thighs, just begging to be touched and caressed. I wanted to feel the hard, sculpted body beneath my fingertips, to surrender to his strength, to ignite passion as his body pressed into me. I felt his desire burning through us both and knew I had to have him.
Browsing: Boys
I never knew men could be so beautiful until I found myself surrounded by the salacious Provincetown boys, their bronzed hair and tanned skin twinkling in the sun’s golden rays. I wanted to know each one better, to feel the strength of their arms and the softness of their lips, and make them moan with pleasure. Ah, these daring and delightfully delectable young men!
I stretched on the beach, allowing the burning sun to caress me. Around me, tan male bodies glimmered and beckoned. I chose one and kissed his lips, under the hot sun. His hands roved, our bikinis cast aside. This was my paradise. Bliss.
I moved to Barcelona with my friend, eager to explore. But what I didn’t expect was the boys; the seductive bodies, brown skinned beauty, and sultry eyes. With them I found a side of me that I’d only heard stories about; raw desire, feral passion, and a wildness that Seeems to tug on my heart strings as I’m drawn in deeper and deeper, their passionate embrace never quite letting me go.
The moonlight bathed the shore as the waves lapped the sand. I watched and waited in the shadows. Three boys eagerly removed their clothing – sinews flexing, breath intensifying – and moved together towards the roaring sea. The allure of their nakedness was overpowering. I watched, enraptured, until I too shed my clothes and joined them in that night’s wild, passionate sea rendezvous.
The summer air was a heady mixture of sweat, lust, and hard liquor. Waves of desire cascading in our bodies, our three young bodies intertwining on two beach towels, exploring one another, creating aching need and wet musky heat. It was a blistering night neither of us could forget.