He glided through the pool, his tight speedo showing off his toned body. Every muscle, every ripple, each contour glowing in the water. He dove beneath the surface and felt the power of his thighs against the fabric, the bulge of his manhood pushing eagerly against the thin fabric. He was teasing, and giving a whole new meaning to bulging.
Browsing: #summer
The heat sizzles all around us, our clothes sticking to our salty skin as the sun burns down. Our breaths are hot and humid, the air still and steamy. There is no escape, nowhere to hide from the intensity of our craving for each other’s touch. We move closer, needing to be as close as possible, our bodies melting together in a passionate embrace.
We moved between us, our hungry mouths consuming each other. Our deep sighs rising in blissful unison as our charged desire lit the night on fire. Six loads of bliss and pleasure were shared in that night of intense thrills and wet lips.
My hands exploring every inch of your body, unable to control the fire that courses through me as I latch onto every strand of your hair between my fingers as I kiss you passionately. My soul yearning for more of these sizzling adventures.
The sweet stillness of the summer air was suggestive of silky white sands and ocean waves, but my heart beating with the expectation of something far, far, sweeter. I ventured to Provincetown, eager for a world of queer delights. Although the summer sun was hot, the excitement of forbidden pleasures was hotter still.
It was a wild night, just like him. Salt-spiked ridges of skin glistening in soft moonlight, bodies twined in a passionate embrace, delicious friction of lips, hands, and tongues singing a song of burning desire. He tasted of the sea that surrounded them and his smoldering craving set fire to his soul. The waves of pleasure crashed uselessly against the tide of unbridled, irresistible passion that swept them away.
He slides his hard length inside me, a slick invasion that sends a surge of pleasure crashing through my body. His big cock fills me up, stretching me as he thrusts deep. Each wave of his hips brings me higher and higher until I am ready to scream with pleasure. His power is undeniable, his pleasure undeniable, and I am riding the biggest wave of my life.
The late afternoon sun glistened off my board as I mozied across the waves. As I hopped into the salty invigorating water, I couldn’t help but think of the possibilities for the night. Who was I going to mix up with? The sea of toned, tan bodies made my heart pound and I’m sure this night was gonna be filled with salacious seaside sex.
I was mesmerized, watching as they kissed gently before their clothing hit the beach like a scatter of feathers. Then, passionately, they explored each other’s bodies, their dark skin, oil-slick and smooth, glistening in the lowering sun. The wind carried their moans and whispers far into the sea. What followed was a night of pure, intimate pleasure. A three-way of complete gay lust, where boundaries were lost in the ebbing tide.
The night was electric with excess and liberation. Red neon lights illuminated the beach and its illuminated angelic Adonis’ — temptation like I never knew before. Everywhere flowing teams of muscle bound manhood, quick moist kisses, tender caresses and hungry glances. The air heavy with an erotic nectar. I felt completely enraptured by their beauty and my own desires. I was about to embark on a wild journey to pleasure and adventure.