He pushed in, slowly at first, but before long we were bucking in pure pleasure. His hands worked my body as if they were the conductor of an orchestra and I was their cello, his music and rhythm vibrating through me. He said nothing, but our bodies spoke, in perfect harmony, until the crescendo of pleasure before the final, beautiful, blissful strings.
Browsing: first time
He was the perfect naive boy – unfamiliar and untainted by the desires of a gay man’s touch. His innocence called to me, begging to be ripped away. Our heated kisses caught fire and soon his tender body was mine to explore. I was his first, and it would always stay that way. His tight embrace took us both to the edge of pleasure, and our unprotected bliss lasted through the night.
I trembled as I felt his body firmly press against mine. His hands gripped me tightly as our lips met in a passionate embrace. I could feel his hardness against my thigh, and the sensation made my desire intensify. I hesitantly gave in to the pleasure, and he slowly entered me. He moved inside of me, igniting a fire I never knew existed. Every thrust before unimaginable, until finally, I felt completely alive.
We silently lingered in the shadows of the alleyway, the electricity between us palpable, a smoldering heat. His lips parted in anticipation, the promise of his hungry mouth drawing me in. I had never felt so alive, nor been so aroused; I wanted to make him mine.
He felt a deep-seated urgency, an insatiable yearning, to let go of all inhibition and let himself be taken – mind, body and soul. His skin, slippery and wet, quivered in anticipation as his desire welcomed a stranger in ever more intimate and tantalizingly taboo ways. Nothing would be offlimits tonight – least of all the forbidden pleasure of giving himself to another man – unbridled, uncontrolled and barebacked.
Axel’s skin was hot and sweaty, his heart pounding with excitement and fear. His cock trembled as I teased it, stroking it ever more lightly. I kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue seeking its entanglement with my own. We explored each other intimately, our lips and hands and bodies intertwined in a passionate and desperate act of love.
It was a tingly night of exploration, the two of us, wandering in and out of each other’s pleasure zones, like kids in a candy store. Henry was hesitant, exploring the world of the flesh with unsure hands. I, achieving the milestones of manhood with little grace, found myself enraptured with each inch of him, caressing and tasting the unfamiliar softness of him.
He knew he wanted it. His heart thumping sharply in his chest. When Christian’s lips met the other man’s, the thrill of the forbidden jolted through him with an electric jolt of pleasure. His first experience of raw, unbridled, gay desire.
My first time was a feast for the senses. His stubble grazing my neck, his strong arms embracing me, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered naughty words in my ear – it all felt so incredibly good. I can still feel it pulsing through me to this day. My bareback erotic journey had begun.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I felt a thrilling heat dive down to where his sweet kisses had visited before. I didn’t know how far he’d take it, but I was ready to let go, to submit to his gentle exploration. He held me in the moment, as I stepped into a different world, filled with passionate secrets. Then I surrendered, as Joseph made love to me for the first time.