I pressed against him and felt his strong body heating up beneath mine; his mouth explored and caressed mine as his tongue entered my mouth, pushing aside all inhibitions until all that remained was the deep desire in our bodies. His hands moved up my back and into my hair, tugging me closer as I felt his intention in his kiss, his desire for me radiating off him in waves.
Browsing: #GAY
I saw his selfie and felt an immediate stirring in my pants, as if my body had taken control of me and refused to obey my most basic command: stand still. I couldn’t help myself, a heat radiating from my core and filling me so completely with arousal that I felt as if I would explode if I didn’t touch him. In that moment, I knew I had to have him.
He’s my muse, the one who inspires all my fantasies. I stare into his selfie, eyes tracing his body hungrily and my flesh tingles in anticipation. With each image, my mind wanders into a vivid universe of hedonistic pleasure. His selfies ignite a fiery cascade of desire that electrifies my blood, and I’m overcome with the aching, throbbing longing to make those fantasies real.
A hot boy’s self-taken selfie is like an invitation into his secret stash of saucy fantasies. With a close-up of his perfectly chiseled face and rock-hard body, it’s impossible to resist that irresistible urge to enter the hot boy’s boudoir and experience his heady carnal desire.
Sweat trickled from his flawless youth, his body trembling as he was taken in public. Back on the pool deck, I felt the tension in my chest and my loins burning. His tight body pressed against mine and I thrust into him. I could hear moans coming from his lips, feel him shatter beneath me, pushing me deeper. In that moment, a fire was lit that would never be put out.
The handyman and I collided in a frenzy of heat and lust, our wet skin slipping against each other. His every touch electrified me, his fingers pushing through my hair as our hips crashed in wild, unbridled passion, his rigid shaft ravaging me, driving me to heights of bliss. This affair was no ordinary tryst, for I felt a hunger I had never experienced before, one that I wanted to feed until I was completely satisfied.
My 12-inch journey of pure pleasure began with a warmth radiating from the deepest depths of me. As the big, hard cock tore through me, I let out a silent pleasure moan that was quickly replaced by the intense waves coursing through my body. My pleasure was overwhelming and I could feel my walls quivering around him as he continued to thrust in and out of me. This was pure bliss.
The tropical sun momentarily blinded him as he emerged from the lush foliage onto the beach. Every inch of his body was alive with anticipation, his heart pounding as he spied a sinewy figure reclining in the sand. As he walked closer, he noticed a knowing glimmer in the man’s eyes—awakened lust, ignited by the balmy air, was about to be indulged.
A hot cauldron of fevered bodies and pleasure-soaked skin melted into a maddeningly carnal orgy of gay male bliss. His lips tasted of beer and desire as lewd moans echoed through the humid air and hands feverishly sought pleasure and deeper passion. His touch was electrifying on my skin and I was suddenly filled with a combustible need to explore and be explored.
I grabbed Thomas and pulled him in tight. His lips were on fire as we thrusted in sync, my hands gripping his sleek body. The sound of his moans grew louder and faster, until we both exploded in a violent burst of pleasure. After that night, I knew I’d never forget him or the way he felt, tasted, and smelled.