He kicked off his shoes and leapt into the pool fully clothed, laughing uncontrollably as I watched, transfixed, my hard-on tenting my shorts. Instinctively, I stripped down to nothing, and dove in head-first to join him in the cool, blue water. We swam together, arms & legs intertwined, as every sense was heightened by the near-nakedness of a stranger in such a close embrace.
Browsing: pool
The sun was setting as I arrived to the pool party, glimmering off shimmering waters. Cattails waved in the breeze, mingling the musky smell of chlorine with a hint of sweat. I felt the heat, hungry eyes and bodies all around – an insistent invitation that was impossible to resist. The night was full of steamy secrets, my own desires unleashed. As the party wore on, I found myself in the center of it all, ready to let the summer night take me away.
His wet skin glistened in the sun, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way the water droplets trailed down his toned body. He beckoned me closer and I moved instinctively, eagerly, into his embrace. His lips were hot and his tongue even hotter, coaxing me into a passionate kiss before moving down to my neck, then my chest, exploring every inch until I was lost in irresistible pleasure.
As the sun warmed us, our passion grew hotter. Our clothes seemed to evaporate, allowing our heated skin to connect. His lips on mine, his hands on my body, it felt natural and familiar, like being in an oasis of enflamed ecstasy. We explored one another’s depths, teasing and pleasing until our frenzy could only be quenched by our mouths and our naughty bits.
The heat of the July afternoon was sweltering; the only relief a glint of sunlight reflecting off a nearby pool. They moved through the crowd, growing closer together. Sweat glistening in the hot humidity, their eyes locked, longing and desire for skin to skin contact radiating off them stripping them of inhibition. This was true, authentic, gay lust.
He stripped off his trunks and dove into the pool, sending out rippling waves of bliss. When he emerged from the water, he could feel the gentle pressure of his sexual partner’s hands floating along his back, tugging him closer and closer, until their lips met, and the pleasure of their longing engulfed them.
He trembled as the pool of ecstasy beneath him expanded. His body, like a string wrapped around a canvas covered in canvas cloth, enveloped him. Its warmth flooded his senses, until only the pulling sensation of desire remained. The twink felt physical pleasure, as his insides burned with the anticipation of what might come. He gasped, as his body flooded with the bloom of ecstasy.
Sweat trickled from his flawless youth, his body trembling as he was taken in public. Back on the pool deck, I felt the tension in my chest and my loins burning. His tight body pressed against mine and I thrust into him. I could hear moans coming from his lips, feel him shatter beneath me, pushing me deeper. In that moment, a fire was lit that would never be put out.
The pool boy was an impossibly muscled specimen of sweat-soaked satisfaction. His dark eyes were inviting me closer, and his heat-kissed skin begged for me to perform the most salacious of acts. I wanted nothing more than to dive into the depths of his body and explore every inch of his body, tasting and tantalizing him passionately.
The water glistened off his skin, a dewy sheet unrivaled in smoothness. I locked eyes with him as our minds raced towards coming together. I craved his taste, his touch so hard it seemed prison walls were no match. We had a devilish yearning and desire beyond our control, as if our bodies had no choice but to grasp on tight.