He was the typical older man; muscular, tanned, and devastatingly handsome. And my friend’s dad was no less intimidating than any other man of his age: well-groomed, exquisitely tailored. He seemed ridiculously out of my league, yet there was something inside me that urged me to take a chance. He was my first experience of an erotic, older man.
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He licked my neck ever so slowly, exploring every contour with his tongue and lips. His hands were all over me – gentle yet firm, as his strong body pressed against me. His scent was intoxicating – a raw mix of sweat, leather and man that aroused me in ways I never imagined. I’d never been so aroused in my wildest dreams.
We met beneath a pink and purple neon glow, our faces lit up with heat and anticipation. Our hands eagerly reaching and exploring every inch of each other. Unbridled lust in that dim cramped back-alley as the pheromones left our bodies drenched and trembling in pure, homoerotic pleasure.
He stepped into the backroom and felt a rush of desire go through him. All his senses were immediately alive with the smell of sweat, the heat from the bodies pressed and rocking against each other, and the seduction of skin on skin. He was eager for the promise of pleasure and surrender that lay ahead in an evening of uninhibited, wild, and passionate, deathly silent backroom sex.
Lust surged through me like a wild fever as I knelt before Jacob’s rigid member, a nasty hunk of smooth flesh that quivered and growled with expectation. My mouth flooded with saliva as my tongue lapped sensuously at the most intimate crevices like a starving animal, consuming and devouring, never once doubting the intensity of pleasure ahead.
Jace moaned as that thick, hot man-juice filled his stomach. It was an exquisite torture, his throat closing against the invading mass, but feeling the intensity of the pleasure as it rushed down into his depths. The man above him gave the last shudder of fulfilment and Jace licked his lips, savoring just one more taste of the pleasure he’d taken.
The door opened. My heart raced as I saw his bulky frame take up the whole room. He took my hand firmly and led me to the bed. I sat. All the air was gone. He stared. His beautiful eyes looking into my soul. When his lips pressed against mine I melted into him, then I felt it.. His big, hard cock. I opened my lips wide and welcomed him in with a hungry kiss.
He pressed his lips hard against mine, tasting of salty desire. His fingertips explored the contours of my body with a fire that filled me with exquisite pleasure. I felt him grow hard against me, his steamy breath sending flashes of pleasure through my veins. He whispered in my ear, his boldness making my heart race. We were sizzling, and I knew this was going to be something deliciously intense.
The buzzing lights of London’s night sizzled against my skin, causing shivers of desire to wash over my body. I felt alive and looking for something special. Fast-paced action, deliverance of pleasure, and a hot masculine lover. I’d found what I was searching for in an exciting and breathtaking night of London Lust, and the memories will remain forever etched in my mind.
I was in Montreal for business and pleasure. In the city’s hidden gay bars I found that all of the locals had You-Know-What’s that were beyond big in size. We didn’t speak the same language but we knew what each other wanted. I can’t erase the heat of those pulsating moments, exploring every inch of each other and giving into the forbidden desire.