The first time I saw him, I melted; he was the forbidden military jock of my dreams. His tight body was irresistible and totally aroused me. I wanted to see and feel every inch of him, to explore the unknown pathways of desire he held within. I wanted to caress him with my touch, deliver a pleasure he could never forget. A journey into infatuation, into that special place only gay love can take us.
Browsing: Straight
His body was taut and lithe, muscles rigid beneath the fabric of his military uniform. His touch was electric, penetrating whatever cloth might be between us, the force of his lean, hard frame on me sending sparks of pleasure through me as my hands ran over his back. He was a beast, a work of perfection, and as he moved to deepen our embrace, I felt a crackle of anticipation for the coming bliss of our bareback joining.
He slid out of his jeans and onto my bed – his hard body against mine. His dusky skin felt like electricity as he grabbed my hips and pinned me down; I felt every inch of him and nothing else mattered in that moment. His lips locked with mine as I submitted to our mutual desire. Aching for that sensation of pleasure, I let out a moan as he drove into me – I’d never felt anything like it. I was his, and he was mine.
My eyes flicked over his body like a tongue lapping at a droplet of nectar, and I was just as aroused by what I saw. My heart raced as I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Come on, let’s do this. Fuck me silly, straight friend!”
He was tall, muscular, and clad in his military uniform; I was enamored. I walked him to my bedroom, where we embraced & kissed ardently. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor & my trousers too. We tumbled into the bed, his tongue probing every inch of my body. It was the moment I’d both longed for & feared. This straight military jock & I – together in a glorious, sexy fulness, & nothing could ever replace that.
He felt like a powderkeg of lust as his eyes locked with mine. His wet lips quivered as I stepped closer. His skin was electric as I cupped his cheeks, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I tasted his fire and my heart raced. His jock exterior melted away as he opened himself to me. I could feel his soul as I kissed away his doubts and feelings of shame. He had finally broken his rules, and it felt so good.
He pushed in, slowly at first, but before long we were bucking in pure pleasure. His hands worked my body as if they were the conductor of an orchestra and I was their cello, his music and rhythm vibrating through me. He said nothing, but our bodies spoke, in perfect harmony, until the crescendo of pleasure before the final, beautiful, blissful strings.
I trembled as I felt his body firmly press against mine. His hands gripped me tightly as our lips met in a passionate embrace. I could feel his hardness against my thigh, and the sensation made my desire intensify. I hesitantly gave in to the pleasure, and he slowly entered me. He moved inside of me, igniting a fire I never knew existed. Every thrust before unimaginable, until finally, I felt completely alive.
He trembled like a nervous kid as I peeled away his boxers. He was rigidly aroused, his swollen shaft blazing against my fingertips. His body ached with uncertainty, but I could see the hunger of emerging desire in his eyes. We embraced in a passionate hurry, and soon my cock brimmed with pleasure within him. There was an instant connection that I could feel between us, as our skin heated together in its own private rapture.
Handsome, strong, he dominated the bed. Entwined, I begged for more. Without thought, we tumbled, naive and raw. His stately will, consuming me. His hard masculine body, dominating the night, his swollen manhood ravishing me again and again. There was no escape, just the sweet pleasure of his flesh.