His hands, smooth like nothing he’d ever felt before, symbols of the kind of pleasure, the kind of lust, that propelled the night forward. He could practically taste the anticipation, the longing for the warmth of his touch coating the back of his throat like an electric current as his hands made their way down the length of his back. That moment was the beginning something powerful, something belonging solely to them.
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He stroked my skin with tenderness, his fingertips caressing every inch of me as if to memorize my body. His lips were intertwined with mine, and his tongue traced uninhibited circles around my own as we kissed. His palms massaged my chest in familiar circles as his body pressed against mine. The coach’s game was full of tantalizing pleasure.
He moved closer, pressing his hard body against mine as he licked my neck and whispered into my ear. His hands explored my body, igniting a fire between us that seemed unstoppable. His tongue danced and his fingers ran down my back as we tumbled to the ground, lustful and ready to learn more about each other in that back room of the bar.
He knew he wanted it. His heart thumping sharply in his chest. When Christian’s lips met the other man’s, the thrill of the forbidden jolted through him with an electric jolt of pleasure. His first experience of raw, unbridled, gay desire.
It was like a dream, a deliciously naughty gay orgy in San Francisco. Everywhere I looked I saw perfect manly bodies pressed together, sliding and grinding in passionate ecstasy. The intense heat of the night – both literally and figuratively – was overcome by the erotic symphony of sweaty skin, heavy breathing and raw desire. I felt a surge of pleasure so powerful, I knew I’d never forget it.
I find myself hypnotized by selfies of gay men- their toned bodies, musky scent, and eyes that mesmerize. As I admire their images, a fantasy forms in my mind. His skin against mine, his mouth exploring, our bodies entwined in pleasure. In my imagination, I can feel him and I remind myself that this could be more than a dream; these fantasies could be made real.
My heart pounds, my skin glowing, my eyes feast as I take in the image before me. A wild, dark man, his sculpted body raw with perfection, his bewitching gaze willing my exploration. I’m entranced, left breathless and aching as I allow his picture to take me away. I can almost feel his heat, smell his scent, taste his want, as I surrender deep into the intoxicating night of desire.
He heard the waves crash against the sand and felt his passion of the summer night take them away. He removed his shirt and took in the strong sea breeze, as the warmth of salt water bathed his skin. He wanted his lover to feel all of his years of desire as they embraced under an unforgettable sunset.
Under the Ibiza sun, hot gay men roam, barely clothed in Red Lycra shorts and tight t-shirts. Entering the dark club, senses alive – loud music, strobe lights, sweat, and sensual energy from the alluring array of sexy gay bodies. In this environment, the rules of time and space seem to bend, and the (R)evolution of energy is palpable. An invitation is extended: embracing and exploring every inch of skin. A tantalizing journey of sexual exploration awaits.
His hole was so tight and velvety soft, instantly igniting a burning desire in me to consume it fully. I seized his hips fiercely, thrusting into him with unchecked passion until I was able to reach the depths of his being and experience an intense pleasure I could only describe as divine.