He felt his body quiver with passion and anticipation as he scrolled through the perfectly posed selfies of the gorgeous man that he was about to meet. His heart raced in anticipation as every pulse of desire synced up with a click of the mouse. His fantasy was about to become reality.
Browsing: homosexual
The air grew thick with pheromones as he eased up behind me, water dripping from his hard, chiseled torso. His hands were everywhere, exploring as my own built up a crescendo of desire. He turned me around and we kissed like we’d never kissed before – our tongues entwined in a passionate embrace. I slid down, exploring his body and tasted what I so desperately longed for. It was a tangy, homosexual rendezvous we never wanted to end.
He had flawless Adonis-like physique, his smooth, olive-toned chest glinting in the sunlight. My eyes lingered on his slender, muscular body with an animalistic thrill. His tight t-shirt and form-fitting shorts left little to the imagination, and I felt my throat go dry as my gaze wandered lower.
It was a wild jaunt, exploring the notorious piss spots of Provincetown. Lost in a labyrinth of alleys, cropping the sensuous sea breeze, dipping into a pocket of pleasure; the aroma of sex thick in the salty air. A gay man’s mecca of depravity, and as I stood dripping in the night air, I could almost taste it.
He was a handsome face, vivid blue eyes and pouty lips. Like a siren call, the image beckoned me and I clicked. As if starring in one of my deepest fantasies, he began to undress in front of me. With anticipation, I watched his clothing fall to the floor and his arousal grow exponentially. I wanted to taste him, touch him, feel his body as I succumbed to my homosexual desires.
The aroma of tropic heat left behind a fruity, floral tantalization as the two men gave in to each other in ways that words couldn’t express. Their skin slick with sweat, lips locked in a blazing kiss as strong muscular arms embraced in a dance of tumultuous desire.
My heart raced as I gently pulled his lips to mine – gay love, yet so foreign to me. His tongue probed mine and for once I forgot my straight identity. The thrill of his body against mine felt like electricity, and with it, I realized that I had only scratched the surface of carnal pleasure.
The lithe body of my Selfie Guy loomed before me, with his hot curves, taut muscles, and intense dark eyes just waiting to be explored and kissed. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his body, and the sweetness of his lips on mine. With a shudder, I knew that I was in for an incredibly sexy erotic adventure.
The neon-lit streets of the city were filled with powerful temptation, and Elijah was no exception. His sizeable package was an invitation for any man to succumb to pleasure. I took the plunge, and found myself in a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction like I’d never imagined. He was in charge as my soft lips wrapped around his huge juicy shaft.
The sweat ran freely down my back as I entered the orgy, the throbbing bodies, the clinging sweat, and the sweet boom of moans and groans filling the air with raunchy ecstasy. Our intertwined bodies moved in perfect harmony, consumed by fiery passion and fuel by our carnal desires.