The Hungry Men stalk the streets like predators, stalking tall, strong prey. Eyes darting, tongues licking lips. The urge is fierce; excitement shivers down the spine. A feast of flesh awaits, ready to be devoured with abandon. Passion unleashed and carnal pleasure sought. Tonight, the male meat market is open for business.
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He heatedly caressed her body, exploring it like a map of unknown pleasure. His passionate touch crackled with electricity, igniting her skin with fervent desire. With every kiss and every stroke, her insides melted like hot candle wax under his blazing love.
My eyelids tremble as I drink in the provocative imagery of his bare flesh glimmering in the screen’s light. His openness lets me explore every contour of his body, awakening in me a craving to know more about him. His selfies awaken in me a primitive desire that nothing can tame: raw, unadulterated lust for the man before me.
Their selfies were like a siren song, luring me closer, tempting me with promises of passionate love, physical perfection, and intoxicating pleasure. I could feel the raw, insatiable desire bubbling up within me, ready to be unleashed on that night that I would finally give in to the seduction of the selfies.
He watched as I unbuttoned my jeans to reveal my throbbing hard-on. His eyes glided over me, hungry for every inch of me. He licked his lips as he leaned in closer, taking me in his mouth and caressing me with his tongue. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as I felt my passion intensify. His hands explored me with a touch so gentle, yet so powerful. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I cried out with pleasure.
He entered me in one swift motion, filling me with twelve inches of sheer heaven. His thrusts were passionate and primal, eliciting cries of unimaginable pleasure. Every stroke sent me to the brink, and I surrendered willingly as I yielded to wave after wave of ecstasy. We explored each other until we could no longer keep our eyes open, the ultimate pleasure nestled between us.
The heat of the July afternoon was sweltering; the only relief a glint of sunlight reflecting off a nearby pool. They moved through the crowd, growing closer together. Sweat glistening in the hot humidity, their eyes locked, longing and desire for skin to skin contact radiating off them stripping them of inhibition. This was true, authentic, gay lust.
He was the kind of man that ended songs; the kind of man that walked out of the club with sex in his stride. His midnight eyes could take everything away, and in this dark alley of desire, there was nothing but man-heat after dark.
He moaned, eyes closed and body shuddering, as I took Sean in my mouth. I savored the taste of him, nibbling and teasing, slowly swirling my tongue around the head before pulling him in deep. His hips moved as though an invisible force were guiding them, thrusting and pounding against my cheeks as I devoured him whole.
Jaxson’s hard muscle flames the air, his sweat glistening in the dim light. His sultry eyes, soft lips and bad boy swagger make me want to rip his shirt off and taste every inch of his sinfully tight body. I lick my lips in anticipation, ready to satisfy the hungry desire we both feel.