He could feel the 12 inch monster inside him, stretching him wide, full and utterly consumed by pleasure. He gasped, biting his lip, arching his back and pushing forward even harder. His hands gripped the sheets as the monster buzzed and pulsed with incredible intensity. It was too much, a deep, delicious thrill that had been building for weeks and could not be ignored. It felt like an eruption of ecstasy that rippled through his every inch as his body convulsed and shuddered in delight.
Browsing: dance
Two sweaty, panting men, their bodies intertwined in an erotic waltz, dancing seductively around the computer chair. His hands pinned my hips as his lips caressed my neck. Hot breath tickled my ear, full of sinful promises, as his strong grip kept me close. My skin ablaze from the touch of my lover, I gasped. An unstoppable surge of pleasure ran through me that threatened to drown us both in its depths.
The room was a seething mass of urgent need and want, of muscled hard bodies glistening with sweat in the flickering candlelight. Three mouths met and greedily explored, tongues lapping and seeking. One by one, six loads were spilled until all were spent and sated. An unforgettable night of pure carnal pleasure and unadulterated satisfaction for all who participated.
The club pulsed and throbbed with an electricity of longing and desire as the heady aroma of sweat and musk permeated through every corner. Everywhere bodies intertwined, licked, and caressed as strangers became intimate lovers in a frenzied night of uninhibited gay desire.
The strobe of fluorescent lights illuminated the dimly-lit club while the music thumped and thrummed around us. We gravitated towards one another, two jolts of electricity, charged and ready to strike. I could almost taste his sweat, the unmistakable scent of his desire making my pulse quicken. It was electric and intoxicating, how our lips and tongues met, bodies entwined, heat radiating between us. We were shaken not stirred, and as we spiraled into a sweaty, passionate oblivion, I knew there was no turning back.
His breathing grew shallow as his eyes glided across the images, going from man to man in a trance, his fingers stroking ever faster. Pulsations sent spirals of pleasure through his body as his joystick grown ever harder. He grunted as the crescendo built, until all his senses exploded in a cosmic burst of joy. It was his own personal pleasure dome, and it was as homoerotic as it was heaven.
My head swam with a rushing sensation as our bodies collided; his kiss was unyielding and full of desire as his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed tight. I was trembling as my lips parted, letting him ravish my mouth. “Let’s go,” he said. I was ready to follow him anywhere.
The club was a frenzied hurricane of sweaty muscle, loud music and raw sexuality. As I ventured out on the dark floor, I felt the heat of hungry eyes gazing boldly at me – that overwhelming pulse of energy that only happens under the strobe lights. I held a stranger’s gaze and felt myself trembling as his hands began to caress my body to the beat of the music, an intimate dance in the dark.
My hands moved to the steel of my zipper, finding home beneath its taut, cool texture. I unzipped it, and felt the pulse of life from below, vibrating to the heat of each selfie I pored through. My breathing quickened, each muscle tightening with anticipation as I felt the exquisite pressure in my loins intense, like a burning ember that begged to be stoked. I jerked, surrendering to the searing heat of each divine swell of flesh. All was a blur of beauty, as I moved in time to the beat of Selfie Heat.
We’d arrived at the bar just in time for last call, and the DJ spinning us into a flurry of sweaty excitement. I felt the hungry eyes taking me in from top to bottom and then back up again. I felt that energy and knew, this was going to be a hot gay night.