He felt his blood surging as his lover approached, his body screaming to be touched. His heart raced as their hands and lips collided, skin on skin, until they moved together in a passionate, frenzied fervor of heat, desire and pleasure that built until neither could take it any more, and they burst apart in an explosive pleasure only true gay love can bring.
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He reached for the camera, desperately trying to capture his most private desires. The way his body desired another body beneath the sheets, the way his fingers were meant to explore. Every curve of every moment, burning like a slow fire, lit up into a hot night of selfie-taking that would later burst into flame in his chest.
He looked at the selfie and wanted to lick every inch of him, devour his body with eager, hungry kisses. His swollen lips begging for attention, waiting for their moment to be caressed by mine. His hard muscles like the softest touch, making me feel protected and aroused all at once.
The selfie I took revealed my tight body, bulging in all the right places. I imagined those who saw it would come begging for more. I’d make them wait. When I eventually let loose their craving my body and my words would leave them trembling. I’d whisper a thousand desires while exploring every inch filling them with an intoxicating pleasure they’d never forget.
His throat tightened at the sight of him, a dreamlike figure in the mirror. He was sleek and slender, kissed by the sun with a light sheen of sweat on his smooth, dusky skin…He was the epitome of sensuous temptation and his musky aroma filled the room. His body quivered with anticipation and he longed for the day his twink selfie fantasies would become reality.
He felt my hips thrusting against him, grinding every inch of him deep in until I was ready to burst. His huge cock erupted inside me, delivering a cascading surge of hot, creamy spunk that filled me to capacity. I felt his spasms ringing true with my own as we trembled together in orgasmic rapture.
He held my gaze and his tantalizing selfie seemed to whisper and plead with me through the screen. His deep eyes brought me in, and I eagerly imagined tasting his lips. It felt like I’d already kissed them before. I could feel the hunger growing in me and my desire for him awakening, begging for release.
We embraced tightly in the shower, letting the hot water from the shower head flood us. Our slick upper bodies intertwined and twisted together as his lips explored my skin. He shifted and guided me until I was positioned underneath him, his powerful, hung body ravishing me with pleasure as we enjoyed the intimate, hot water sports.
The sun beat mercilessly on my skin, a blazing reminder that I was halfway across the world and far away from home. I wandered the streets of Tel Aviv looking for a special kind of trouble. The kind that would make my loins burn and my heart race. Everywhere, stout and hung men with broad shoulders and mischievous eyes stared back at me with a desire as urgent as my own. I had come to the right place.
The night was hot and humid in Sitges. My heart pounding as I strolled down the street, eyes seeking out the hung studs who eyed me with raw, undeniable hunger. I felt my body heat up as I breathed in the musky masculinity of the night. His tall frame lingered in the shadows, and I felt my throat go dry as I recalled all the carnal things I’d like him to do to me.