He arrived with an eager heart and a throbbing desire, excited to be included in such exclusive company. His eyes hungry, scanning the group, reveling in the secrets they shared and swore to keep. That night they sucked and swallowed until their bellies were full and the room was hot with sated sighs.
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He pushed me up against the wall and started devouring me. His tongue slashed across my neck as his hands explored my body. One hand grabbing my butt and squeezing it tight while the other snaked down to the front of me, unzipping my jeans and snaggin my cock. As we kissed his hand masturbated me with a fervent determination. I could not help but moan in pleasure. This was nothing like I have ever experienced before and I never wanted it to end.
The 12-inch beauty was terrifyingly breathtaking. I could feel my heart pounding as I guided it inside of me, filling me completely. I looked deeply into its eyes and I could see the lust and dare I say, love there–the monster wanted me and I surrendered to it, trembling with pleasure and anticipation.
He held me close, caressing my firm body as his eager mouth and lips explored my neck earning me a deep sigh of pleasure. My heart raced when his slippery tongue dove into my mouth, releasing perked desire that culminated in my tight jeans being unbuttoned and my moist cock freed from its confines. A single passionate thought stirred within me as I surrendered to his lips, and in that moment, a queer erotic odyssey commenced.
The taste of his warm tongue as it moves over mine sends shivers through my body. I feel myself swallow as I take in his sweet taste, my hands moving up his body, exploring as I go. His grip is firm, his lips strong. His movements send sparks of pleasure throughout me. This is oral bliss.
My senses were overloaded as soon as I stepped into that hot London sex party. A musky carnal aura filled the air as hundreds of dancing, sweating, passionate bodies moved together as one. Gorgeous hard bodies glistened with sweat as they thrust wildly to the thunderous electronic beat. I was taken by exotic pleasure and unexpected surprise as strong, eager hands caressed me and suddenly I was a part of this endless lustful all-night gay orgy.
He hungrily fumbled with each other’s clothes, desperate to feel their sweaty skin against one another. They kissed wildly, tongues intertwined in an insatiable passion, before eagerly exploring each other’s bodies with eager strokes and tantalising touches. The pleasure was palpable and the intensity palpable. Each second felt like an eternity—nothing but pure sizzling heat and unforgettable bliss.
His wrists were trembling as he touched thescreen, his fingertips like ghostly feathers as they brushed, delicate, over the curves and grooves of the selfie before him. In his mind he imagined himself as that man, kneeling between his legs and satisfying his desires. His fingers continued to quiver, stroking, until finally he allowed his momennts of pleasure to come to fruition.
I’ve taken so many selfies, for some of them I’ve been shirtless and it feels like I’m creating a hot little catalogue of my body–every curve, crevice, and kissable area captured for my eyes only. As I capture these moments of bruisable beauty, I become lost in the emotion of pure gay lust and I’m reminded of why I adore our sexuality.