He wanted to take me there, to a place where mouths that lusted after each other eagerly in order to get as close as possible to such an assful of envy-filled delight. His passionate desire for me was palpable and as he sunk deeper into me, I could feel the intense heat of our carnal connection fill the room.
Browsing: comedy
We pulled into a lay-by just before sunrise, intent on making use of the all-too-brief moments of near-darkness before any other motorists appeared. As the fog of sleep settled on us, our bodies intertwined, his big dick pressing against my ass. I take the morning air into my lungs as he thrusts against me. Ecstasy races through me as I surrender to hours of grinding bliss.
The sun was setting over the emerald-green lake, when Sean walked in. The golden-haired Adonis carried with him a cock of epic proportions, so big it was almost mythical. It was a sight to behold, thick, long and ripe for pleasure. My heart raced as I felt myself come alive. What magical nights lay ahead?
In Barcelona, the dance floor was sizzling with gay lust. My eyes connected with his across the room, and as I made my way towards him, I could practically taste his arousal. His eyes glowed like embers of burning coal and I knew he was just as desperate for me as I was for him. He grabbed me and kissed me hungrily, his body pulsating with desire. We embraced, and our homoerotic soap opera began in spectacular fashion.
I could feel the heat radiating off Leo’s rod as he pushed it against my tight ass. I welcomed the fear as well as the pleasure, knowing this would give me the wildest and hottest ride yet. I loved being filled up by Leo’s rod and the fire that it brought me every single time.
Two twinks, strangers just hours before, met on a train carriage, consumed with heat-borne desires. The touches that started timidly soon exploded into fiercely passionate kisses and intertwining limbs as hands roamed, exploring and discovering curves and hard muscled shapes beneath clothes. Visibly aroused, the lustful pair were sucked in by the magnetic force of their mounting arousal.
He grabbed my shoulders and roughly dragged me into the bedroom. His body on top of mine, that deep voice in my ear speaking dark promise. I felt his cock pulse against my throat and I knew my night would end in his big bang.
Logan lay before me, his body an erotic feast. His tight, corded abs and broad chest begged to be licked, and his manhood, long and hard, filled me with insatiable desire. I let my tongue explore every inch of his body – tasting, teasing, savoring – until I finally reached the delicious source of my hunger, and feasted on Logan’s manhood.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off me. As soon as I walked through the door I felt the heat of his hungry gaze as his eyes lingered over my body. All I could think was one thing: ‘Get ready to fly, Hotshot Hawk’.
The salty air, the salty boys- these were the common threads that bound my carnal adventures in Provincetown. Hot nights filled with wild desires and passionate rendezvous that left me satisfied, but always longing for more. It was all thrilling, deliciously depraved and deliciously gay.