The first time I saw him, I melted; he was the forbidden military jock of my dreams. His tight body was irresistible and totally aroused me. I wanted to see and feel every inch of him, to explore the unknown pathways of desire he held within. I wanted to caress him with my touch, deliver a pleasure he could never forget. A journey into infatuation, into that special place only gay love can take us.
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The jock was hot and hung and his selfie was a wild invitation to erotic desire. I felt my heart race and my cock pulsing as I imagined fucking his tight ass until he screamed my name in pure, gay ecstasy. I wanted to sink into his seduction and get lost in his warmth.
He circled around me, hungry eyes flicking over my body, before letting his hands take over, grazing my chest and carving ravines along my stomach. Slowly he explored me, his touch sending lightning through my body, electrifying the air between us. I wanted him with a fire that refused to die.
The night was charged with electricity as we met eyes across the bar. His broad shoulders, toned pecs, and tight buns made me swoon and feel my blood boil. I had to have him. We walked together in silence, my hands intermittently engulfing his body as we made our way upstairs, ready to explore the depths of pleasure that were soon to come.
He pinned me up against the wall, picked me up from the back and lowered me onto his raging member, thrusting into me with a power that left me breathless. I felt every inch of his muscular body against mine, his strong arms holding me tight as his manhood filled me with pleasure. Despite my cries of agony, his unrelenting thrusts eventually brought me to an orgasm that left me begging for more.
He reached out to caress the hard, muscled chest, his fingertips teasing and tormenting the tantalizing pleasure spots as his eyes lit up with delight at the sight of them. Lips parting in blissful anticipation of what was to come, he licked and kissed his way down the firm, heated torso, inhaling the sweet scent of sweat and manly desire, knowing that his own desire was about to be taken to dizzying heights.
He felt the sudden urge to surrender to the pleasure their naked bodies were creating. His hips moved in time with his friend’s as his back arched and his hands eagerly explored every part of him. His friend’s thrusts moved faster and it felt like they were melting into one another’s skin. Soon the room was filled with passionate moans as forbidden pleasure rocked them both.
I can’t help but feel ravenously aroused as I gaze at his selfie – so close, and yet so far away. His well-defined chest and smooth abs might as well be mine as I move my fingers across his body; aching, wanting, needing to feel his sensual, masculine energy caressing me, entering me.
I felt the rush of the warm wind as the penthouse door opened. His smoldering green eyes captivated me and I could feel the electricity between us as he came closer. His strong muscular body pressed into me as he ravished my body and I gave myself over to his passionate and intense raw power. His embrace was intoxicating and I was lost in his love.
His pulse raced as he gazed at the jock selfie, studying the details of his hard abs, smooth broad shoulders and strong biceps. His mind ignited with possibilities as his tongue flicked across his lips. He wanted to explore and discover everything the exquisite image implied. He was ready to begin his Homoerotic Adventure.