He tapped my thigh and my skin lit up with fire. I knew I was on the edge of something I’d never felt before – something forbidden and exciting. I felt his kiss on my neck and felt his hands wandering around my body. I wanted to be consumed and he did just that – until I was trembling and lost in pleasure.
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Christian kneeled before him, eyes locked open in wonderment. He knew this would be no ordinary night. Slowly, he pushed him back against the bed, his lips on Christian as he explored every part of his body. His hands moved up and down his body, each stroke gaining in intensity as Christian shivered with pleasure. His tongue slipped into the wetness and he felt Christian shudder. He kissed harder, his hands tight around Christian’s body, as the heat built. He licked and teased until Christian exploded in a wave of orgasmic energy. They lay still, embracing the storm of pleasure they’d just weathered.
His hand trembled as he opened the door. His heart raced and his eyes widened; there was Isaac. His thick member glowed, illuminated from the moonlight streaming through the window. He felt his stomach flutter and his legs tremble as Isaac slowly advanced towards him. This was the moment they’d both been waiting for their entire lives.
The Tel Aviv nights were wild and insanely erotic. I’d walk the city and pick up dapper young locals, taking them back to my hotel and letting them have their way with me. The experience of a lifetime; feverish kisses, sweaty bodies straining in passion and our moans ringing throughout the night.
He stepped into the backroom and felt a rush of desire go through him. All his senses were immediately alive with the smell of sweat, the heat from the bodies pressed and rocking against each other, and the seduction of skin on skin. He was eager for the promise of pleasure and surrender that lay ahead in an evening of uninhibited, wild, and passionate, deathly silent backroom sex.
He was all sleek muscle and raw power packed into an unbelievably tight package; a walking, talking masculinity sanctuary. His cock, huge and hard, throbbed for attention, just begging for a touch to unlock exquisite pleasure. His passion was my reward and I melted beneath his expert hands, discovering a carnal intensity beyond my wildest dreams.
Icy Reykjavik was like a hot hell of pleasure. I felt lost and found in a wild orgy of passion, surrounded by sleek sweaty bodies and tantalizing tongues. I was thrust in and out of pleasure so intensely, it was a wild and erotic surprise. Out of Breath, yet still gasping for more, I surrendered to the night and let my senses take me away.
He pressed his burning lips to my body and I felt a heat that ran through my veins. His hands glided down the curve of my back and he tasted my flesh with sweet assurance. His tongue moved in circles around my eager flesh and I moaned as he filled me with a flaming lust.
The pool party was a blur of man-on-man pandemonium. The mass of hard-bodied, scantily-clad bodies converged in far-reaching expressions of passionate ardor fueled by the hot air of raging hormones. The smell of chlorine and the sound of desire filled the air. These men weren’t just here to swim, they were here to fulfill their deepest sexual fantasies.
Hands shaking with anticipation, he slipped quickly into the backseat, with me following immediately after. We swallowed each other with kisses that were as fierce as a summer storm and the brusque dance of the city streets. Our skin touching in the darkness, all inhibitions forgotten, we feverishly explored each other’s bodies as the night drew on.