He watched as I licked my lips, my fingers deftly finding the contour of his body as we embraced in the dark secret corners of Barcelona. His scent was sweet and musky, the warmth of his body sending vibrant shocks through mine as he explored me back with a low frenzy of desire. I touched his innermost parts, feeling him swell with a pleasure only we two could know. His lips pressed against mine and I was lost.
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I was so excited when I saw his big dick, bobbing and swaying as he walked in my direction. His heavy balls hung low between my legs, and with every step he made, his big dick seemed to be calling for me. Once we were together, there was no denying it; it was time for me to surrender to his desires.
His cheeks flushed like a ripe peach in the sweltering heat of the humid summer night. He thirsted for the boy in the selfie. His toned teenage body was what sinful dreams were made of. Hands tingled with desire. He wanted to hold the photo tight and never let it go.
My Toronto affair was exquisite–muscular bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, exploring each other with hands and lips, discovering every curve and contour, every crevice and movement. Sweat-slicked skin, sighs of pleasure, and the smell of masculine desire in the air — a kaleidoscope of gay male pleasure.