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.
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His shaft felt smooth and electric, as I moved my tongue in long strokes. He trembled with pleasure, as I explored every inch of his tight length. His cock seemed to vibrate in my hands as I licked and teased him to a brilliant orgasm and our bodies created a beautiful symphony of sensual rapture.
Everett, half-clad and trembling, entered the pleasure-den, uncertain of what awaited. But the insistent pulse of the music, the smells, and the languid passion in the eyes of the other revelers made his heart pound with anticipation. What darkness and ecstasy would this night bring?
He slides down, pushing my legs further apart, his breath a whisper in anticipation. His tongue finds its way to the depths of my desire as I let out a soft moan, unable to hide my pleasure as he savors the taste of my derangement.
He felt his blood surging as his lover approached, his body screaming to be touched. His heart raced as their hands and lips collided, skin on skin, until they moved together in a passionate, frenzied fervor of heat, desire and pleasure that built until neither could take it any more, and they burst apart in an explosive pleasure only true gay love can bring.
Sean, a tender mix of vulnerability and strength, touched me like no other man. His moves were precise, calculated, and the roughness of his lips when they met mine slowly awakened my hungry, yearning soul. I descended down deep into his essence, shivers of desire with every breath. His entire being became my sweetest surrender.
Carter’s eyes smoldered with hunger as he stripped me of my clothing, exploring my body and making me shudder. His firm lips meandering down my flesh, stopping at my most sensitive places. His tongue licked, tasted and devoured me, like fuel unleashing the most passionate fire burning deep inside.
He licked a slowly descending trail from his chin to his navel, teasing his way down before taking in the entire length of his man in one passionate, searing kiss. His hands explored. His breathing surged. His hunger to please was uncontainable. Their lovemaking electrified the night.
The bathroom mirror was fogged with my steamy breath as I pulled my tank top off and let my eyes wander over my body. Raising my camera, I let the flash ignite the moment as I embraced my homoerotic desire and captured what was before me. I smiled and basked in the moment, letting my thoughts of desire enmesh me as I took yet another selfie.
The smile of a man holding a large phallus between his hands is orgasmic. He knows it, I know it, and we both know that looking at his big dick selfies fills my mind with a homoerotic journey of erotic pleasure. His power over me, our mutual hunger, our desire to join together in a dance of sex and passion.