The sweet stillness of the summer air was suggestive of silky white sands and ocean waves, but my heart beating with the expectation of something far, far, sweeter. I ventured to Provincetown, eager for a world of queer delights. Although the summer sun was hot, the excitement of forbidden pleasures was hotter still.
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My friends and I melted into the hot night, three reckless boys frolicking in the salty waves. I felt electric desire course through my veins as our eyes locked, our bodies peeling off our clothes before our mouths seamlessly collided. The waves of desire increased as we explored each other’s nooks and crannies; intense desire burning a path straight to our crescendo.
He pressed his body against me; I felt an intoxicating rush of desire. I could smell the chlorine from the pool on his skin, and feel his heart hammering against mine. All the air between us seemed electrified; our mouths moving closer and closer. I wanted more; my body throbbed for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he plunged me into the deep end.
The sun shone fiercely, casting a rosy, masculine glow over the park. I felt the heat of his body first, followed by his pulsing, hard cock pressed against my body. He grinned, and I knew there was nowhere left to hide– I was his, and I could feel a sizzle inside me I’d never known before. We were about to have the hottest, wildest summer night I’d ever experienced.
Clenching my teeth, I felt the swell of the big balls surge through me like electricity and knew I could take no more pleasure. But I wanted more and braced myself for the erotic tour de force of pleasure I was about to embark on.
Under the summer sun our bodies, slick with sweat and pool water, writhed against one another. Tongues, mouths, hands, exploring as our hips surged in a synchronous rhythm. I felt my heart pound as I gasped with pleasure, every movement a rush to an explosive conclusion.
The pool was a hot, sticky mess of gay man sin – heads thrown back with abandon, shouts punctuating the night air. The sparkling water glistened in the moonlight, reflecting the lust and passion of all our bodies entwined in all-consuming pleasure.
The sun beat down on a stretch of sand glimmering in Miami’s matinal heat. My eyes were captivated by the exposed muscled heat of gay bodies laying around me: suntanned, glistening, sweat dripping chest, stomach and thighs. A current of pleasure coursed through me at the sight of all that enticing, sensual maleness. The air was thick with sexuality. Those hard bodies begged to be touched, caressed, explored.