He wiped his hands on a tattered cloth and eyed me, from boots to beanie. I moved closer, pulled his shaggy hair and kissed him. Fuel and sweat. Greased and ground. There were no survival tips or warning lights- just desire. A primal fire consumed us, wrenching and grinding until my scream of rapture…
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He was easy to spot- tall, broad shouldered with a huge bulge in his jeans. His skin was tanned and glistening with sweat, and the musky scent of his cologne, mixed with the smells of the crowded club, was intoxicating. My breath quickened when he smiled at me, and I knew I was his for the night.
Caleb was the kind of guy I’d only seen in movies. Dark, dangerous, and even something of an outlaw. His eyes deep, something stirred inside me the moment we met, and I knew my days of innocence were through. His lips promised me things that night that I could never forget.
The music raged around us, pounding through my veins like liquid fire, pushing away inhibitions and roaring in my head. His big hands were firm and sure on my body, exploring every curve and plane of me so expertly- he knew exactly where to touch for maximum pleasure. His hard dick pressed against me, slick with sweat, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through every inch of me as I gasped in pleasure and anticipation.
He slid out of his jeans and onto my bed – his hard body against mine. His dusky skin felt like electricity as he grabbed my hips and pinned me down; I felt every inch of him and nothing else mattered in that moment. His lips locked with mine as I submitted to our mutual desire. Aching for that sensation of pleasure, I let out a moan as he drove into me – I’d never felt anything like it. I was his, and he was mine.
The engine was ready, his fists greased and slick with oil. As he ran his hands along the handles of the wrench, my heart raced. He stepped closer and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the whispers of lust in the air. His lips parted and he looked deep into my eyes, that was all the invitation I needed. We were free to express our longing, hidden by the rumbles of the garage. My oil-covered heart plunged head first into an all-consuming passion.
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.
He pressed me against the wall, our bodies burning as our mouths sought each other’s. His hands explored my body, my heat responding to their touch. We stripped each other, no names spoken, only the sounds of passion filling the room. We surrendered, giving into our carnal desires, exploring every sinful pleasure that lay before us.
He stepped into the alley, heart racing, his gaze demolishing the darkness as it searched for his mystery man. As his eyes adjusted, he spotted the figure in the shadows. His body sang with the rush of adrenaline. In the cover of night, it was time to get it on—time to live out the ultimate homoerotic fantasy.
I saw his new selfie and couldn’t take my eyes off it. His ripped body, highlighted by the afternoon sun, his full luscious lips, and his intense gaze. When I finally met him, I was overcome with an irrepressible urge to feel his skin against mine. We kissed passionately and then went to his bedroom where I was completely seduced by him and our night of passionate ecstasy.