He took me to the bedroom and I could feel the heat of anticipation radiating off his muscled body. He sucked in my skin, my quivering body pushing against him as his powerful thrusts drove me higher and higher until I was screaming in pure pleasure. He was my jock, and I his cock… and oh, what a pleasure-filled ride!
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The steamy summer night air was electric with possibility. I knew that on the other side of the river lay a playground for the homoerotic—the underground clubs and bars of Berlin’s gay neighbourhood. I crossed the bridge and stepped into a world of tight abs, hot mouths and hard cocks. Hung boys, blowing kisses and out for play, were everywhere. I quickly found my own piece of paradise and was taken to a place of pleasure I had never experienced before.
He felt a tingle of anticipation as he at last opened the door to the meat market cum bucket. A heady mix of salt and musk filled his nostrils and he was pushed back against the wall as a thrust of heat enveloped him. Sticky cum bubbled up around him, its warmth sticky and scintillating against his skin as he indulged in its pleasurable cascade.
We entered the backroom and the air was hot with animosity… and erotica. The layered musk of male desire and the clink of whisky glasses intrusive to the brown pounding of the music. Sweat infused and shirt-less chests and bodies intertwined as partners sought the pleasure of what man has known since antiquity. It was pure heat and pleasure in full homoerotic glory.
He leaned in close, his lips just centimeters away from mine, and whispered “selfies were made for this.” His breath warmed my ear as he kissed my neck, my heart beating faster as I felt his hand slide down my back. We kissed, passionately, our tongues sliding together in a tantalizing dance of desire and seduction.
The bed groaned as Colton and I went at it with abandon and intensity. His body was on fire, his hands explored my every inch of me as we pounded together with unbridled pleasure. Every thrust sent me to an alternate universe of pleasure, until I felt a new level of pleasure take over, until I finally exploded and came.
Beached on the baking sand of Key West, I tumbled into a night of lust and liquor. Bodies pressed close, writhing in the surf, stinging with sunscreen and seawater, reeking of tequila and piss. Probing tongues, eager hands, raw desire blossoming with every stolen kiss. I’d discovered the sweetest nectar in paradise.
He was tall and ripped with an intensity that felt like a thunderstorm was brewing as his hungry lips grazed my skin. I wanted him in my bed, his body like the summer heat, so I invited him over. Our passionate kisses lead to a wild night of raw, uninhibited desire, and when the sun finally rose, we had created a forbidden memory that neither of us would ever forget.
He walked in the room, scanning the crowd while I discretely admired his toned body. He caught me taking a selfie of him with my phone and he smirked a knowing smile. His devilish grin made my heart race and my body grow weak with desire. Our eyes locked and the heat of the moment was on. Jock selfies had never felt this good.
I faced the sweaty Adonis – his perfectly sculpted torso glistening with desire – and my heart raced. His hungry hands traced a burning trail down my back, stopping just in time at my belt buckle. I gasped as he tore my shirt off revealing my own sweet sculpture and his mouth ate me alive. Our bodies now a dance, our passions intertwined, we became one in a wild romp of ecstasy.