His selfie pouts out crave. He meets my eyes, lips glossed weeping a sweet wetness that undone me. His tousled hair falls around his face like ivy on a white-washed wall. Every muscle, every vein, every inch of that face stalked my soul, and my mouth watered for a taste. I had to have him.
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The sun beat down on a stretch of sand glimmering in Miami’s matinal heat. My eyes were captivated by the exposed muscled heat of gay bodies laying around me: suntanned, glistening, sweat dripping chest, stomach and thighs. A current of pleasure coursed through me at the sight of all that enticing, sensual maleness. The air was thick with sexuality. Those hard bodies begged to be touched, caressed, explored.