He woke up to the warmth of my big dick pressing against his bed sheets. A shiver ran through his body as I slowly and expertly ran my large, soft dick along his lower back, arousing him more and more with each stroke. I kissed down his neck as he moaned in pleasure and I knew this would be a morning he would never forget.
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He was lost in the shadows of night, a brooding mystery to be explored. The darkness of his body begged to be unravelled and I pulled him close, trembling as I felt his big rod press against me. I licked his neck up and down and sucked every inch of his hard flesh until his world came alive in ecstasy.
He couldn’t help but admire the hot boy in the selfie, his beautiful body draped in just the skimpiest clothing. Sweat glistening on his chest and a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. He wanted to explore the boy’s entire body, slowly undressing him and pressing his lips to every bit of exposed skin.
I drool over the big dick selfies I see on social media, dreaming up a night full of naughty fantasies; the feel of his thickness between my legs, penetrating into me and stimulating the fire of pleasure that only true passion could bring. This experience is worth more than any money I could ever earn.
My legs were spread wide as my roommate’s body pressed against me, his hips pushing me further into the mattress as he pounded me harder. I felt my eyes roll back and my head become increasingly light, my screams of ecstasy filling the room as I was taken to new heights of pleasure.
It was a night of extremes; the air thick with a voracious energy–so hot it felt like the sweat running between my shoulders hadn’t evaporated since I arrived in Montreal. I bolted to the night spot with no plan other than getting drenched in this city’s signature Homoerotic Bald Adventure: the “Piss Royale.” Naked men, everywhere. The setting was a sauna and the stakes were high. I soon found myself, fins twirling, beneath the sheets of a cold, white marble bed. Uninhibited and free, my body moved in chaotic harmony with the other strangers’, a ceaseless celebration of our own inner wild.
He feasted his eyes on the intoxicating photos of big, thick, and luscious dick selfies, fully aroused by the sheer glory of the long, inviting curves and the beauty of the smooth, slender shaft. His imagination raced as his mind filled with wild, passionate fantasies about what it would feel like to have that pulsating muscle of pleasure between his hands, or to slide his eager tongue up and down until he erupted in ecstasy.
He was hung like a bull, with huge, dusky scrotal sacs that sagged heavy with pendant arousal. My hands roamed eagerly, my lips brushing gently over each velvety smooth orb, before snaking between his legs to take him in my mouth and feel each bulging swell of these magnificent testicles beneath my tongue.
He felt the urge settle in his groin as he sauntered down the street–an itch he couldn’t scratch. He felt that familiar glow fill his veins like a drug, as he sought out opportunities to fulfill his craving. That night he found himself relieved in the most exquisite of ways by a stranger, across the street, in full view of anyone passing by. His lascivious moans carried in the night air until he finally found his bliss when his body quivered and he fell apart, dousing the wall behind him like a steaming hot, passionate waterfall.
Leonardo’s pelvis thrust into my tight ass as his lethal load overflowed, bursting my tightness with every stroke. His hot steamy semen spilling deep within me as I moaned, knowing it’s forbidden pleasure, yet one I wouldn’t soon forget.