I stepped out from behind the curtain, my body shaking from anticipation. My heart raced. The lights were blinding and I could feel my favorite audience before me, eagerly awaiting to see my homoerotic performance. I began to follow the motions I was rehearsing in front of the mirror for weeks. As I climaxed, I felt my desire and vulnerability mingle in a way that was new to me–all to the sounds of thunderous applause.
Browsing: Coming Out
Hands flew and tongues teased as sweat dripped down our slick skin. His hips bucked wildly, rhythmically pounding into me as the thrusts grew in intensity, catapulting us ever closer to the edge of sex-fuelled ecstasy. I was no longer simply riding the wave of passionate homosexuality, I was in the midst of an all-consuming ocean, being consumed by desire.