We spent the day in the scorching sun, enflamed by each other’s barely-hidden lust. Finally, surrounded by crystal clear waters, I let myself go and surrendered to heady pleasure. Our skin sizzled with heat; our mouths, toes and possibilities explored in simmering kisses and long, languorous caresses.
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The pool was a hot, sticky mess of gay man sin – heads thrown back with abandon, shouts punctuating the night air. The sparkling water glistened in the moonlight, reflecting the lust and passion of all our bodies entwined in all-consuming pleasure.
The sun spilled onto pale and toned bodies, clothes lightly soaked in chlorine and suntan lotion. Max’s gaze narrowed, his own nakedness an invitation as his hands began to wander, exploring the contours of Austin’s body like a blind man interpreting tactile poems. With his heart racing, lips brushing and exploring, Max’s body tingled as he succumbed to poolside manlust.
As I stared into his eyes, an electric feeling pulsed through me. He stripped off his swimming trunks and revealed his slender body, smooth and toned. His cock inviting and tantalizing. I pulled him towards me, skin to skin, and pressed my lips firmly against his inviting mouth. I took his hands in mine and guided them over my body as we kissed deeply. My breath quickened as I felt his pulsating desire swell against my thigh. A primal surge of passion swept over us as we moved together in a sea of pleasure and desire.
The sun beat down hard, its warmth caressing our glowing bodies as we moved toward the pool. We fumbled with each other’s clothes, our anticipation spiking as our skin met. We closed our eyes as our tongues sought each other’s desire, our touch intensifying. His body pressed against mine with delicious pressure, pounding my own with pleasure. As our carnal symphony crescendoed, time stood still at the peak of shared passion.