Bowing my head, I praised his hard and mighty cock, taking every inch into my hungry mouth. I licked it, savored it, tasted it until I knew every nuance of its flavor. His power filled me with pleasure and I worshipped his manhood with reverence and desire.
Browsing: #eroticart
His eyes were drawn to the curve of the man’s muscled chest, his hand wrapping around the solid swell of the bicep, his fingertip tracing the line of its dip. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he imagined himself exploring the body of this stranger, discovering the hidden power hidden beneath.
He gazed at himself in the Lara. Tears of passion blurring his vision, desire skyrocketting. His shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest, his long fingers intricately tracing his nipples. His deftness coaxing out his pleasure – a deep aching, quivering building in the pit of his stomach. He felt himself on edge, ready to succumb to ecstasy.
He squeezed my biceps as he pulled me closer, and I could feel my muscles tense under his grip. I could smell that delicious musky smell that only a man can produce. His eyes were feasting upon me as if I was a piece of artwork, and I began to melt under his stallion-like gaze. We both knew this was leading somewhere; somewhere beyond just muscle worship.
I wander through the night, my eyes riveted by the sweat-slicked backs of men, the glow of street lights reflecting in the dew of their skin. The erotic curves of Tel Aviv’s homoerotic artistry moves me to dizzying heights as I explore its every nook and cranny. I feel the urge to touch deep, to kiss salacious and taste a level of sexuality rarely seen before. I feel free, alive.
The sun dripped warm, glutinous gold, caressing bare skinned, yearning jocks. Their hot bulging muscles, quivering and humming with erotic energy, taunted and teased, begging for touch and to be unified as one.