He was a mystery, a contradiction, and in those selfies, he left just enough to the imagination that I wanted to know more. We arranged a meeting, and I knew just where he’d take me: a place that could never contain us. We were alone, and in that first embrace I felt our desire swell beneath our skin. His touch, so confident yet coy, released a wave of hunger that only one night could satisfy.
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We stripped. His body was white as marble, his grip firm as he pressed the length of him against me, slick skin against slick skin. Without a word, we moved to the water, and floated, entwined and exploring each other beneath the surface. I felt his teeth against my neck, his sighs as I trailed my fingers over his hips. One moment of infinite pleasure. Twinks in love, for that one golden moment.
Under a full, inky night sky, I wandered Miami’s alleyways, eyes darting, seeking the promise of forbidden pleasure. The heat, the electricity of the night spurred me on until I came upon my destination: a throbbing gay nightclub that promised nothing less than a night of lustful abandon.
He stepped out of the water and onto the warm sand. He lay down, and I straddled him, feeling his hard, salty skin pressed against me and against the soft sand. I licked his chest, savouring the salty taste, heat radiating off of him. As he moved, and I moved with him, I felt our sweat mingle into one as pleasure overtook us. Sand on our skin, heat filling us up, we moved together in an unstoppable frenzy. An explosion of pleasure that burned its way deep into us and left us wanting more.
He was big, real big. His massive 12-inch member pulsed with raw desire as I felt its power in my mouth. His moans of pleasure were so intense they shook our bunks. My own passion was so great, he seemed to shrink it in comparison. I was lost in revelation and pleasure as his mammoth cock filled me deep.
The white sands of the beach caressed my body as I watched the bronzed, toned bodies of the boys congregate around me. I could smell the salty breeze, and the electric current of desire between them. I felt like I was in an ocean of hunger waiting to crash and spill over me. I wanted to explore, to swim deep and explore every inch of what they had to offer. I was ready to let that wave take me wherever it was going.
The sweat-drenched all night Berlin gay clubs were my playground, a place where I could savour in seductive escape and endless ‘acts of pleasure’. I explored passionate trysts – often fleeting strangers – whose perfect lips crept lusciously over my skin, wringing out electric twinges of desire and guilt all the same. Deep guttural moans and steamy sighs echoed within the depths of these dark dens of sin; the touches, pokes and smouldering gazes kept me coming back every night, for more.
He stood there, smiling in his selfie, calling out to me from the phone screen, daring me to make it all real. To take his image, his beauty, his seductive form and turn it into an orgasmic embrace. His photo was the key to unlocking a passionate rendezvous, an intimate and lustful escapade of wild gay sex. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his body against mine. I wanted it so badly and I could almost taste him on my tongue.
With warm salty ocean air intertwining around us, our bodies entwined and our hands eager to explore each other’s desires. I finally tasted his passion as his tongue explored mine. He tasted of the sea and the stars as his lips moved down my body, barely grazing the line of my trunks as I melted in his arms. His lips a sizzling temptation as they explored my length.