He stared longingly at the selfie of the handsome young man. His piercing blue eyes seemed to unlock a portal between the real world and a heavenly paradise of uninhibited gay eros. As a rush of desire raced through him, his heart filled with the despair of knowing that this man was an impossible dream. He’d never taste his sweet lips nor feel his velvety skin against his own. He’d never share the ultimate ecstatic expression of his own hidden desires. He was destined to remain dreaming.
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He slid his fingers against mine, as if creating music with our touch. His eyes followed me, dark and alluring. His lips turned up into a sly, sexy smirk as he shifted closer. His scent filled my every breath, until I was lost in pleasure. As we lay together, I felt pure rapture, as if our souls had become one.
He felt the heat from the selfie as he touched it, a twinge of electricity that traveled through him. He knew he wanted whatever that hot guy had to offer. He wanted to feel his body against his, to taste the sweetness of his eager lips and drift away in a wave of infinite pleasure.
I was transfixed by his taut, toned and fit body, his thick hair, and his mysterious eyes. I couldn’t help but to let my imagination soar, imagining what it might feel like to have my hands caress his body, my mouth exploring every inch of his skin, and all the ways we could pleasure each other. I could feel my desire for him spilling out of me, making me almost vibrate with lust.
I watched in awe as my 3 captivating lovers had their way with me. Hot, hard and intense, their thrusts and moans of pleasure were a kaleidoscope of male lust. When finished, they’d given me 6 hot loads that left me shivering with pure, erotic bliss.
His bare skin felt like a furnace against mine as I explored every inch with passionate kisses and daring caresses. His deep moans of pleasure echoed off the walls as my fingertips delicately teased his most sensitive spots, sending shockwaves of aroused pleasure through his whole body.
He could feel his pulse racing as the lights dimmed and the beat surged through him. His heart leaped with joyous anticipation of the night’s pleasure. As the strobes pulsed and the music grew louder, he felt a surge of pleasure through his body. His fingers danced on the phone, mind spinning from the erotic energy of the night. An insatiable hunger grew and he knew it would only be satisfied by the orgiastic pleasure the night held.
He trembled as the masseur’s touch moved from his neck to his lower back. His upturned butt was now sending signals of pleasure and anticipation. He luxuriated in the subtle pressure as the masseur slowly entered his tight hole and unleashed an earth-shattering cascade of pleasure. His anal rapture was exquisite.
I awoke slowly, my mind still lingering in the ether of dreams, sensations of heat and moisture enveloping me like a warm, inviting cocoon. I felt aroused – heavily, urgently – and my hand instinctively reached downwards, wrapping around the substantial length of my aching desire for pleasure. This was going to be a big-dick morning.
He opened my eyes to an entirely new world. His hands moved slowly, teasingly, exploring my body with an almost sacred reverence. My senses tingled with delight as I allowed Isaiah’s lovemaking to envelope me, transporting me to heights I never thought possible. I was initiated then into a realm of sublime pleasure and exquisite yearning.