I lay on my stomach, trembling in anticipation, as His rough, calloused hands began to massage my buttocks, slowly kneading my flesh as my arousal throbbed against the bedsheet. His fingertips traced circles ever closer to my tightest chamber of pleasure, tantalizingly teasing until, finally, his slick digits pushed inside and I gasped with pleasure.
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He moaned in pleasure as my fingertips moved around his inner sanctum. I was awe-struck by the tightness of his inner walls, and soon my head was filled with pleasure as he opened up more and more to me. I allowed my touch to linger and explored every inch of him until his body was trembling with delight. His body quivered with pleasure as I moved up and down his body, and I continued until his orgasm exploded out of him. It was a beautiful experience, one I’ll never forget.
He stepped forward, pressing me into the mirror. Our eyes met in its reflection, and what it revealed was both a beautiful secret and an undeniable hunger. He caressed my neck, trailing down my body, his touch electrifying my skin and awakening a longing so fierce I could scarcely breathe. His lips found my own, and in that moment I knew I’d be his willing captive for the rest of the night.
He glided his fingers down his muscular body, his fingertips grazing the elasticity of his tight skin. His entire body ignited in a carnal desire as his mind envisioned the raunchy interlude to come –unleashing the raw passion within him and priming his cock until it could barely contain itself. He craved for the evening’s erotic adventure.
I saw him from across the room; his eyes as blue as an ocean’s depths. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. As I got closer, I felt my lips tingle with excitement as my gaze fell on his chiseled body and ripped abs. I could almost feel his skin against mine, his musky scent intoxicating me. I watched him take off his briefs and I felt my pulse quickening as I got lost in my own sensual fantasy.
He walked through Rio’s lush rainforest, his heart pounding and his skin swept with desire. His breath caught when he saw the handsome local. Sparks flew as their eyes met, and all of the forest’s secrets were unlocked. Soon, an unforgettable, passionate night amidst the trees and cascading waterfall was to envy.
The Coach’s muscled frame pressed against mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. But his hands moved lower, sweeping along my body, top to bottom, the sensation electric. Our eyes locked, and I knew right then that the night’s touchdown was going to be a hell of a lot sweeter than I thought.
We were homeboys but no longer the innocent boys of summer. Our rendezvous in Provincetown was now in full throttle as we both finally succumbed to our imaginations. Our hands found each other as the need to touch something muscly, something hard to grip, moved us to dive beneath the waves of desire and drown in excitement.
“We met out on the field one afternoon, our eyes locked like magnets. I could see pent up desire in his gaze, a want for something more. And I knew I had to have him.”
The night air was alluring and the moonlight illuminated the park. His silhouette strode up with confident steps and I felt a twinge of desire in my loins. As he grabbed me in his arms, I felt his hard cock grinding against mine. I was alive; our hearts racing faster than the speed of love.