He stands tall in the moonlight, muscled and gleaming. His tight, white tank top reveals the contours of his chest, and his ripped jeans hug his pert derriere. His eyes are hungry and lustful, and his lips beg to be kissed. He is hung hard and ready to take what he desires.
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He was a Greek god of an Adonis, with burning blue eyes and a body that begged for my touch. As I ran my hands down his warm, chiseled chest and stomach, I felt a deep hunger within us both. I could taste his lips, and feel the insatiable desire in every kiss that we shared. His power was undeniable, and I willingly let him take control of this hot, hung encounter.
I let my tongue slide along his hard chest as my hands roamed up and down his taut body, exploring every inch. My lips worked down to the waistband of his shorts, hungering for a taste of his male flesh. I could feel the heat and strength radiating from him, like a sizzling invitation just for me.
We descended into a gay orgy of pleasure and hunger. Our bodies intertwined in a dizzying dance of ecstatic release. Pleasure buzzed through us like a thousand volts of electricity, and the air around us was thick with whispered moans and sighs, feel-good friction and hot, wet kisses. We each tasted a different kind of euphoria, a wild elixir of sweaty skin, slick bodies and male passion.
The Hungry Men stalk the streets like predators, stalking tall, strong prey. Eyes darting, tongues licking lips. The urge is fierce; excitement shivers down the spine. A feast of flesh awaits, ready to be devoured with abandon. Passion unleashed and carnal pleasure sought. Tonight, the male meat market is open for business.