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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Owen’s dark demeanor masked a passionate lover underneath. He carried raw desire in his heart, and it surged through him as we explored each other below. His body was sensual and strong, and his touches skillful and intimate. Every time was a pleasure – a wild journey to a dark, erotic adventure that left me wanting more.
The bar in Bangkok was alive with sweat and sexuality as I leaned in to watch the show. I was lost in my thoughts of desire when a delicate hand lightly touched my leg. We connected in the heat of the moment and soon we were lost in a wave of passion. His lips met mine and I was in a never-ending bliss of wild, wet kisses and sensations I could never forget.
He could feel his heart racing as he inched closer to the bay, walking the deserted streets on a hazy July night. Suddenly, a warm hand reached around his waist and an invigorating whisper filled his ear, “Have I got something for you, handsome.” His eyes widened as if reality was becoming a dream. With a belated nod of his head, the two vanished into the night. It was time for San Fran cocksuckin’.
When I looked at the selfies of this guy, I felt a spark of desire; tall, dark, handsome with a hint of mystery… His electric gaze left me weak in the knees and when our eyes met I could barely control the arousal coursing through my veins. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone before.
He was a golden God with a lean body, toned arms and a sharp jawline that could cut steel. His selfies captivated me. I could not resist fantasizing about how it would feel to touch him, kiss him, and feel his bulging muscles pressed against my body. His selfies spurred my gay desires to new heights, and I longed to explore them.
I could barely contain my excitement as he unfastened the top button of his jeans and my eyes widened at the sight of his huge, hard magnum, begging to be touched. I couldn’t resist as I knelt before him and caressed the smooth shaft and tasted pure perfection.
He pushed his tongue in deep, swirling around in circles and enjoying the taste of his virile hardness. His big balls filled his mouth and he licked them hungrily, reveling in their salty and musky flavor. His moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, filling the room with an irresistible seduction. His large testicles were my ultimate source of pleasure.