He stares longingly at the images, so fleeting and vivid, exciting and tantalising; his heart and body longing to explore and experience each forbidden desire. Intimate secrets are unearthed and ravished as his fingers wander expertly in search of new pleasures. He feels alive, captivated and overcome by desire.
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The sexual energy was thick and electric as the orgy erupted into a passionate frenzy of raw carnality. Hard muscles and probing hands. Remorseless mouths. Chests heaving in appreciation of forbidden same sex pleasure. Nothing mattered but being lost in a radiant, sensual celebration of gay abandon.
The sweat-soaked, porn-drenched depths of a packed Amsterdam nightclub crawled with horny holidaying boys, all raring for their own filthy fantasies to come true. The thrum of hard bass and dazzling strobes worked like thrall for the night’s crescendoing orgy of shared bodies and hedonistic desires. For me, the night had turned sweetly to lust, pleasure aching in every penetrating gaze.
The salty scent of sea-side Reykjavik filled my nose. The cobblestones beneath my windswept feet held stories of the night before. Wild and passionate encounters with the locals. Ripped, tanned and toned hunks with fearless desire. The sky above, too dark to reveal the secrets we hid, as whispered moans echoed on the breeze. Heat pulsed through my veins as I glanced around for the next adventure.
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.