He slid out of his jeans and onto my bed – his hard body against mine. His dusky skin felt like electricity as he grabbed my hips and pinned me down; I felt every inch of him and nothing else mattered in that moment. His lips locked with mine as I submitted to our mutual desire. Aching for that sensation of pleasure, I let out a moan as he drove into me – I’d never felt anything like it. I was his, and he was mine.
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The club pulsed and throbbed with an electricity of longing and desire as the heady aroma of sweat and musk permeated through every corner. Everywhere bodies intertwined, licked, and caressed as strangers became intimate lovers in a frenzied night of uninhibited gay desire.
Heaving panting, the group collectively undid their belts and let their pants drop to the ground. Together, they were a beautiful sight of wanton ready flesh, primed for pleasure. His eyes roamed hungrily over their jutting manhoods before his hand found his own, ready to start the race they’d come to the park for.
It was midnight in the gutter of vice and desire, as Jonathan let out a deep sigh of pleasure while I swallowed his hot, thick load, savoring every last drop of his love. We were lost in the dark pleasure of the night, each savoring the taste of the other and each desperate to experience every last bit of bliss that the moment had to offer.
He spread his legs wider, revealing himself–this was the moment Jameson had been waiting for. His tongue darted out, exploring the depths of the man before him. He explored his taste and every inch of skin until he reached the man’s most exquisite pleasure points. His hands squeezed and caressed, exploring beyond his lover’s wildest dreams until he reached his climax. Jameson had given himself fully in the art of going down.
He quivered as two strong,warm hands firmly grasped his hips, pulling him close into hidden depths of a Carribean alley. Heaven was the heat of wet skin, the taste of masculine secretions, slippery and sweet, turning to raw passion and pleasure in the midnight shadows. Never had he been such a willing submissive to the carnal abandon that hummed in the air.
He felt his body and soul awaken as he lay in the sea of euphoria and passion of the group sex menagerie. His body trembling as hands stroked him and mouths kissed him. His senses alive with desire, pleasure and sensation as he was taken to new heights of pleasure. The only thing he could think about now was how to survive the night in this wild and sensual playground.
He felt his breath quickening, as his cock pressed against the tight confines of his jeans. “You ready?” He said, his blue eyes glittering. His hands delicately exploring his companion’s body, slowly and expertly exploring the tangle of limbs and leaving a trail of pure pleasure. There was a gentle moan of anticipation as the cumming began. An moan that grew louder as they moved further up the scale of sexual pleasure. Soon the rhythm had taken them into a world of deep, dizzying pleasure, their bodies shaking with the intensity of the orgasm that followed.
He wanted to see me, but I was scared. I’d only had one sexual experience, and I had no idea what I was in for. But Dylan wouldn’t take no for an answer. He showed me a wild and exciting night – both beautiful and sordid – that left me forever changed. I’d discovered my true self and the fire of a true gay man inside me.
He wanted more. He wanted all of it. The sweat-slick skin sliding over his own, his partner’s ragged moan as their hips moved together in a steady and passionate rhythm. Exploring the wild side of love was an exquisite thrill, one that neither man would soon forget.