Heavenly. That’s how I would describe Sean’s hot, musky manhood; a treat for my lips, tongue and teeth. His hard shaft pulsed as I licked every inch of him. I felt consumed by an animalistic hunger for his desire, as if our two bodies were one entity. I could feel his tremors as I explored this carnal wonderland. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered pleasure.
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He was my own personal pretend boyfriend, and I’d write about our night together and commit it to the page. We both shared stories of the passionate encounters we had had and laughed at the silly details that felt so real in the moment; though we hadn’t yet touched, it felt like we already did, thanks to the selfies that I had of him plastered throughout my bedroom.
I saw him from across the room; his eyes as blue as an ocean’s depths. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. As I got closer, I felt my lips tingle with excitement as my gaze fell on his chiseled body and ripped abs. I could almost feel his skin against mine, his musky scent intoxicating me. I watched him take off his briefs and I felt my pulse quickening as I got lost in my own sensual fantasy.
The night was smothered in an old-fashioned heat that made the air around them crackle with electricity as if a thunderous storm was about to break. He could smell the musky scent of his man rising in the air and it felt as if they had discovered a secret passageway to a land of forbidden love, a place only they could access and explore. His heart raced with a desire that he was no longer willing to deny. He let go and let the powerful force of man heat fused them together in a perfect, Homoerotic Romeo & Juliet.
The room was alive with anticipation as the circle formed. Glances were exchanged, and then taken in, until finally we moved closer until our faces were just inches away from each other. The rhythm of moans and exhales created a symphony of sensation as every desire, wish, and fantasy was invited into the passionate paradise. Our desire merged as if one, creating an unforgettable feast of ecstatic pleasure.
The sharp glint of eyes catching eyes sparked a night of wild abandon. Moans filled the air, ignited by deep kisses and tongues meandering along tight abs. Everywhere I looked, pleasure was seducing pleasure. Bodies entangled, as clothes were discarded and forgotten. This was no ordinary gathering; this was a night of Homoerotic passion lingering like the thick scent of desire within our midst.
In Ibiza, my heart raced as I gazed into the handsome eyes of those alluringly beautiful, warm-hearted boys. I found myself wrapped in their strong passions of pure erotic pleasure, exploring my wildest fantasies. The experience was one of utmost seduction and deep, romantic bliss.
My gaze penetrated the darkness, my lust apparent. His muscular frame, tight yet yielding, was set against the virtual moonlight. His bulging crotch, unmistakable, beckoning me. His big hard cock, pure pleasure, ready to plunge me into a maelstrom of ecstasy.
He tasted every part of my body with his velvety tongue; I trembled and gasped with pleasure as he licked my neck and nipples, slowly descending lower and lower until finally his skillful mouth found my shaft, devouring it greedily, sucking and lapping until I moaned and trembled with pleasure – licking up every last drop of my essence.
He felt his breath quickening, as his cock pressed against the tight confines of his jeans. “You ready?” He said, his blue eyes glittering. His hands delicately exploring his companion’s body, slowly and expertly exploring the tangle of limbs and leaving a trail of pure pleasure. There was a gentle moan of anticipation as the cumming began. An moan that grew louder as they moved further up the scale of sexual pleasure. Soon the rhythm had taken them into a world of deep, dizzying pleasure, their bodies shaking with the intensity of the orgasm that followed.