Gabriel felt it bursting inside him like a bomb of pleasure. He gasped as hot liquid flooded his throat. His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back. It tasted like heaven. His lips sealed around the thick shaft and it all melted away. He felt alive. The waves of need came flooding out until he was trembling from the power of it all. His head lifted and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips. Gabriel had experienced the ultimate satisfaction. His “Big Load” was down the hatch.
Browsing: fun
I was lost in a dreamy night of pleasure, from sweet gentlemanly encounters in the street, to rough and sexy escapades in the dark shadows of the alley. Eventually I was led to a strange kind of sanctuary, where opium, piss, and delights lay ready to be explored and enjoyed. I couldn’t resist the call of this strange place and stayed until the break of dawn, my body and soul anointed with pleasure.
The sun was setting behind us as the waves lapped the shore where our forbidden passions lay waiting. Fingers tenderly intertwining, skin so warm and inviting, kisses so deep we melted into each other. We were 3 boys lost in a blissful haze of desire, the perfect bliss of fleeting pleasure we had dared to explore.
The heat, the salty air, the smell of a manly body…it all beckoned me to the docks. Soon enough, the sink-your-teeth-in sexiness of the muscle jocks called to me, making me ache with desire for their hard bodies. Cotton knickers may have been half down, but their passion for each other went all the way up. I was happy to just stand and watch as they explored each other deeply.
My heart pounded in my chest as I watched his big balls, glistening and wobbling with every bounce, each powerful thrust sending them skyward, only to come crashing back towards his body with every powerful plunge. I wanted to feel them slapping against my skin, and that longing was so inviting.
Under the stars, we slipped into the clammy sand and bodies entangled. Tangeled together under the glistening moonlight, we tasted saltwater kisses and indulged in exquisite embrace. We wandered like this until all that was left was raw passion, allure and craving.
The bus of bliss stopped for him for the third time that night. While the rest of the passengers disembarked, he stayed in his seat. His stop was going to be special. His destination? The manhe desired’s waiting lips. His journey of pleasure was filled with moans and sighs inviting his passenger into depths of oral passion.
Wild and wet! I felt alive as I surrendered to the rain that night. He pushed me down, my jeans and boxers around my ankles, exposing my desperate readiness. We were lost in our passions, his mouth pleasingly wicked, as his golden streams cascaded onto my body. Unleashed and drenched, we begged for more.
He knew that a single photo was worth a thousand words, a thought that aroused his deepest instincts. The miā¸¤croseconds of pleasure in every thumbnail shot of selfie perfection sent a wave of arousal through his body. His mouth salivated, his heart beat faster, and he felt a tingle between his legs. He was captivated by the sexual potential, and the wild imaginings of skin on skin adventures that such a tantalizing selfie could bring.
The bawdy boys of Toronto packed the piss party like sardines, scantily clad in nothing more than skimpy swimsuits. The smell of beer and salty sweat mixed with the pungent smell of hard-on’s and arousal in the air. I could feel the heat of the summer night heat on my skin, and see the eager anticipation in the eyes of the excited revelers as we indulged in forbidden debauchery