The tight fabric of his Speedo contours to his bulge—every ridge and grove of his impressive flesh testifying to the power of this erotic display. I feel an instant thrill, my mouth watering to taste the pleasures hidden beneath his Speedo. He lures me in, the promise of endless pleasure wrapped up in a tightly-stretched Speedo.
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The streets were alive with adventure. Twinkling with desire and anticipation of the hot San Francisco boys I craved. My heart raced as I felt the raw passion of each encounter; passionate embraces, lingering kisses and steamy pulsing sex. A night of carnal gratification that I’d never forget.
It started with a glance from across the room at a Miami hotspot. I felt my heart beating faster and my pulse quickening like a volcano erupting. His body was a sculpture, more muscular than I had ever seen before. Our passion grew more intense as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and our bodies embraced in a fiery dance of love.
The mirror captured the perfection of my desire. His eyes met mine through the lens, a come hither look inviting me to explore the taut muscles beneath his smooth skin. I longed to trace the curves of his body with my trembling fingertips, for just a fleeting moment of sexual ecstasy with the man in the selfie.
He closed his eyes, savoring the image that had aroused him; the soft curves of his perfect ass on the tiny sliver of fabric, enticing eyes looking over his shoulder seductively as he posed for the selfie. His tongue traced a path of desire, following the shape of the outline of the taut muscles, his hands hot and longing to touch. He wanted him, knowing it was wrong yet so tantalizingly right, and it was then his heart truly awoke to the intensity of what could only be called homoerotic love.
He was tall and powerfully built, his arms and chest flexing with each move he made. I felt my skin warm as I watched him, my desire rising as I imagined exploring his broad body with my hands and mouth. Bigger is certainly better.
My heart fluttered as he looked my way with such intensity. A look of burning desire – the kind only a gay twink can wield so craftily – pierced my soul and I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine, his body against mine, and our hearts racing in time with one another.
He was a monstrously desirable creature, with his tight muscles, angular jaw, and glittering eyes, seducing me as he suavely poured drinks at the bar. I felt my desire darken and swell as I watched him, and my fingertips itched to trace the curves and slants of his shape. I felt like I needed to hold onto him, as if I’d be lost without a passionate release.
The whorls of their smooth, sweaty skin glistened with anticipation, and the throbbing bulges of their excited arousal quivered beneath the heat of their unhinged desires. The act of forbidden lust left them both giddy and trembling with pleasure.
Their muscled bodies glistening in the summer sun, their toned torsos promising extreme pleasure. Tight briefs clinging to every contour, revealing the raging passion they hold so dear. Deliciously provocative, Jocks are a feast for the eyes – an alluring temptation to be savoured.