The licentious London night sky beckoned me like a siren’s song, a sultry, heady mix of hard-earned pleasures, piss-drenched back alleys, and heatedly homoerotic desire. I’d found my way to the gayest corners of the city, and made friends with men who were ready to explore all of its night-time secrets with me. It was a wild, decadent, and deeply satisfying discovery.
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They met near the dance floor and caught each other’s eye. His gaze trailed down the length of the stranger’s body, taking in the firm contours of the man’s athletic frame. The music seemed to slow as their gaze met and he wanted nothing more than to take that man in his arms and explore all night. He was about to fulfill his deepest desires and discover a new kind of pleasure. This was going to be a historic night.
He had been in Lincoln before and he had a feeling that he’d be back again soon. The hard on he’d been carrying for days now wouldn’t let up — he could feel it pulse deep, a wanting, a craving. It just wanted to dive into the deepest of rivers and never come out. Never let up, never stop. No wonder it was called Lincoln’s Hard On.
He raised his lips to my ear, whispered, “I’m ready for you,” and grabbed my hand, leading me to the darkness of the last car. His kiss was heady with the promise of pleasure as my tongue explored his. Our secret rendezvous had begun, and soon our full length embrace fastened two bodies together amidst the clacking of wheels.
The universe suddenly came into focus when he felt Alexander’s full lips against his own. The fire of Alexander’s kiss flared and spread, and all his dreams and fantasies were suddenly realised in that single moment. The smell of Alexander’s cologne, the taste of his tongue, and his hands exploring down south, left an imprint that would remain for months to come. Alexander was gently pushing him down, taking him into unexplored depths, but all he wanted to do was get closer, nose to the North, mouth to the South.