We were two drunken souls, dancing in our tighty-whiteys, eyes rolling, bodies aching with frustrated desire. He slowed our movements, pushing me closer, anticipation mingling with misery until his lips grazed mine and we succumbed to the inevitable. His hands explored my body as I clung to him, consumed by a raging inferno of pleasure and desire. Minutes, hours, days later, I lay in dizzying bliss, fulfilled and exhausted, my roomie a contented lover in my arms.
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The summer sun exposed the salty surf and our fair, tanned skin as we stumbled out of our clothes and lay in the sand. The warm caress of the ocean breeze ignited our passion, and as each wave washes the shore we were never so close, never so connected, never so in love.
He liked men he could sink his teeth into – not just figuratively, but literally. He prowled the back bars for rough traders, eager for the kind of wild passion that could only be explored in the murkiest corners of the night.. – a muscular stranger kissing his neck and body, the fierceness of hands on skin, and the quivering anticipation of a rough and unforgettable night.
A sultry, lustful tryst within a crowded, frenzied dance club. He brushed lightly against my chest, caressing my nipples in a way that electrified me. Entering his realm of desire, I felt consumed in his explicit seduction. Passionate kisses moved into a uncontrolled realm as I explored the curvatures of his body with want and delight.
He met my knees and worked the length of my cock with his tongue. His muscular hips thrust against my engorged member as I dug into the flesh of his back and felt his sweat trickle down my chest. With a roar, he unleashed his climax into me, his body quaking with pleasure until my own molten lava streamed out. We lay there, breathing hard in the penthouse suite…we’d come together in an explosive, erotic surprise.
He stepped up, close, letting his hard body press against Levi’s. Levi felt guilty as his body flared with lust. The question of “should I” was quickly overpowered by “how loud can I moan.” He felt like a cheap slut, but he felt oh so alive. The heat between them was undeniable and Levi knew tonight he’d be taken hard.
He stayed with me for days. Long nights which seemed to blend together, heated with passion. He touched me like no other. I remember being in awe of his strength, his undeniable desire as we explored eachother’s bodies. His warmth enveloped me and I was in ecstasy. Nothing before or since has ever compared to those wonderful days with Josiah.
He kissed me and I could taste the musky salt on his lips, felt his hard body and fit it to mine like a glove. Then he gifted me with his load, a big thick prize, and I swallowed it all, every salty drop an epiphany of dark seduction.
He spread his legs and opened up, allowing me to slip into his hypnotic grip. His tight, warm walls pressed around my tongue, kissing me with each thrust. Heat filled the air, white-hot with ecstasy, as I tasted his essence and caressed his depths with love. A guttural cry of pleasure echoed in my ears as I unleashed my dark, intense desires…
The city sparkled with lust and possibility as Gabriel and I emerged from the club, our eyes glimmering with desire. Cold air rushing against my skin as I moved towards him, I could feel him staring back, wanting – craving – the same thing I did: the sheer electric energy of a heated, passionate night of gay debauchery.