The sun beat down on a stretch of sand glimmering in Miami’s matinal heat. My eyes were captivated by the exposed muscled heat of gay bodies laying around me: suntanned, glistening, sweat dripping chest, stomach and thighs. A current of pleasure coursed through me at the sight of all that enticing, sensual maleness. The air was thick with sexuality. Those hard bodies begged to be touched, caressed, explored.
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The heat built inside him as his partner leaned in closer, the skin of their chests pressed together. Every nerve ending of his body lit up with anticipation was he ready for what was to come. His partner held his face in strong hands, took their time and kissed him deeply while moaning into each other’s mouths. Then they both climaxed as the warm liquid pleasure of his partner’s cum filled his face. It was a mind-blowing facial, one he craved more of.
He emerged from the shadows, committed and aroused, eyes dancing in anticipation. He’d heard about these wild sessions in the park, and wanted to experience it first-hand. His heart raced as four hidden hands caressed his body in unison, teasing, murmuring in pleasure as the thrilling intensity grew. A chorus of gasps filled the dank night air as their intertwined bodies trembled in heady ecstasy.
He looked at me with smoldering eyes, his lips quirking up in anticipation of our encounter. I felt an electric charge, my heart racing as my desire grew. I felt like a criminal, as his strong arms encircled me and my lips pressed desperately against his. It was like fire, our passion burning achingly and passionately through the night.
He was clearly in charge, pushing my body up the wall, grinding his slim hips against mine. His fingertips traced my chest as his tongue teased my neck. Heat shot through me like an arrow, my cock desperate to be explored. His kiss was hard, electric, and his hands were everywhere. I was consumed, my body begging to be taken, to be fucked by Dylan hard.
He reached out a hand and tenderly cupped her cheek while his other trailed fiery kisses up her body, exploring every inch of her passionate curves. His touch sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her, igniting her hidden desires and kindling a flame of unbearable pleasure.
He felt his shorts slipping off, then his boxers, then the gentle, gloved touch of the doctor’s fingers on his tight, forbidden flesh, as if they were a lover’s caress–teasing, tantalizing. His body burned, overwhelmed with joyous pleasure from this experience, as if he was discovering something precious and new.
In a city of twisted fantasies and hard steel, Leo had wanted more than a soft touch. His rod, slick with need, slid into my rear like a hot knife through butter. His caresses set flame to my soul as I quivered in orgasmic pleasure, my leathered body thrumming with dark, intense pleasure.
Licking his way from the base of his spine, I explore each flavor that lingers in my mouth. My hands on the nape of his neck, I savor him as I make my way up to his lips. Here, I explore further, tasting his warmth and desire. Nothing quite like the sweetness of my lover’s passion.
The sweat-drenched all night Berlin gay clubs were my playground, a place where I could savour in seductive escape and endless ‘acts of pleasure’. I explored passionate trysts – often fleeting strangers – whose perfect lips crept lusciously over my skin, wringing out electric twinges of desire and guilt all the same. Deep guttural moans and steamy sighs echoed within the depths of these dark dens of sin; the touches, pokes and smouldering gazes kept me coming back every night, for more.