It was electric. Sweaty, hard bodies, bare skin grazing, rubbing, grinding together in the tangled sheets. He tasted salty as I swallowed him whole, the sensation of three thick cocks pushing forward, coupled with slick heat and hard moans, all combined into a symphony of night-long ecstasy. Three of us, six loads, nothing could have felt more alive.
Browsing: dance
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.
He began to rub his swollen member as his eyes grazed over the ripped muscle and rounded pecs of the selfie he was fixated on. His breath quickened as he felt his pleasure begin to build, causing his fingertips to run a little faster until sparks of electric pleasure shot through his body. And he closed his eyes to savor the moment of his own brand of homoerotic adventure.
He had no idea the night he walked into the throbbing heart of the disco would lead him to such pleasures. His eyes had just settled on the tribal throb of the dance floor when an age-old hunger swept through him: the dreamy promise of a passionate encounter, under the neon pulsing, or, more likely, at the nights end – the thrill of raw, erotic exploration.
The men were gorgeous, crowded on the dance floor of the darkly lit venue, their sweat-slicked skin calling out to me. The smell of sex and piss was strong and only heightened my arousal as I saw two gorgeous men lost in each other’s embrace, their innocent kiss growing more passionate and daring. The night was full of heat and sexual promise as I found myself surrounded by an atmosphere of sticky desire.
The tango of their tongues began in slow intimate circles, each one mesmerized by the hot primal sensation of the other. As the kiss deepened, a wave of arousal moved through their bodies. It was a passionate interlude of warm exploring lips as hands moved beneath shirts, feeling the tight muscles and lost in a wild, fiery carnal dance.
The big balls hung heavy, swaying sensually with each gentle movement. I ran my hand over them, feeling the heat of raw pleasure emanating from the thick, fleshy orbs. I could barely contain my excitement when my tongue explored the delicious surfaces, tasting the sweet salty mix of our shared ecstasy.