I felt my head spinning as I spread Sean’s legs wider, extending my tongue ever further into his depths, breathing in the musty, musky scent of his sweaty tightness. I wanted to devour him whole, leaving nothing behind but the echo of my dripping passion, a reminder of our drunken, homoerotic romp.
Browsing: homoerotic
The room was thick with testosterone, eyes darted and lips parted. Precariously placed hands, wandering up and down smooth torsos. Every man working to make each other feel desired and alive. Sweat set the air as our breathing deepened. An eruption of harmony, lust, and friendship melted together as the group indulged in a sumptuous jump into an exquisite freefall.
He lay there motionless, trembling, as I quivered my tongue around his tight little hole. With each thrust, another faint moan escaped his lips before I finally heard a chorus of wet whimpers, desperate for more. I set out to devour him and nothing—not even the gods themselves—could stifle my hunger that evening.
He was my golden prize; his skin slick and gleaming in the sun, his lithe form dripping with sweat from a summer of sinful pleasures. I dragged my tongue over every inch of him, tasting the salty-sweet mix of his desire. My heart pounded as I sucked him and licked him, reveling in our heated exploration of manly delights by the pool.