He pulled me close, as if savoring every breath of the moment I waited for. He cupped my chin, and with a low growl he leaned in to touch my lips with his. He tasted sweet, of love and of lust. I sucked eagerly, seduced by the scent of his body and the heat radiating from his body. His hungry kiss revealed his desire and spoke of a future that was both ours. All mine.
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I fumbled for my ticket as I clambered aboard the big dirty bus, and my mouth watered in anticipation. I’d heard these rides should be taken with an open mouth and eager tongue. Oh, did I expect the engine’s roar and throbbing vibrations to arouse me and thrill me beyond my wildest fantasies. Hold tight, I’m about to take you through a carnal journey of gay oral love!
I felt him inside me, deeper than I’d ever felt before. Caught in the throes of passion, we moved as one, waves of pleasure crashing around us under the Miami moonlight. Our lovemaking was like a beautiful symphony, as if the strings of an orchestra were plucked by the inner magic that connected us. We were two wild souls reunited in a moment of intimacy, and I’ll never forget that night.