The air was thick, steamy and full of man-heat. The forbidden fantasies were coming to life as we explored each other’s most sensitive areas. I felt his muscles tense and his breath coming in small gasps as I fumbled eagerly with his belt. I prayed the darkness would hide my flushed face and trembling fingers. I knew I wouldn’t regret the pleasure to come.
Browsing: #summer
He ran around the beach, swiftly and methodically inspecting every inch, desperately seeking his summer fling. His eyes shot out laser-like beams of longing and lust, searching out his perfect match. Close to the shoreline he saw the sun’s golden reflection twinkle off a pair of deep blue eyes and an impish, seductive smirk. He knew instantly this was the one.
I was hard with anticipation, my need for wet fun obvious in my tight trunks. On came 4 hung jocks while I stepped into the pool. Water lapping hungrily against me and a mild chlorine scent in the air, we all moved closer, the intensity increasing with each gasp and moan. It was the start of a slippery wild night of splashing fun!
It’s finally summer and the sun is out and that can only mean one thing – Speedo time! Speedo Stare is the alluring act of admiring the bulges of those in the tiniest bikini underwear. Provocative, stimulating and arousing – Speedo Stare is the perfect way to get your heart racing!
His skin was slick with sweat, dripping from neck and chest and back edging down to his lower back, beckoning my fingers and tongue. I felt a surge of desire and passion as I kissed him deeply, indulging in the sensual mischief of our Caribbean tryst.
The desert sun was dry, my skin thirsty, my craving for the hot mesquite air. The shore was alive with boys whose bodies spoke of sun-drenched days and steamy nights. Big and strong, wearing nothing but that irascible grin, they gave me a look of want: my desire an answer to a passionate longing. Each touch revealed an intimacy that burned with desire – and soon lost in it, I realised that Palm Springs was heaven.
The midnight hour blazed with the heat of two lusty men. Clothes scattered in wanton abandon, embraces murmured with desperate moans, skin salty and smooth beneath wanton fingers, sweet promises made between parched lips. It was a night that would become an eternity of carnal pleasure.
His tight briefs were stretched to the brink of breaking, exposing the loaded, bulging shape of his enormous package. His smoldering, bedroom eyes commanded my attention, sending currents of passionate heat through my entire body. I wanted to touch, taste, and feel him in my arms all night.
Words can’t describe the pounding heat my roommate’s body stoked in me, his domineering presence looming as we pushed against each other, each hard thrust pushing us further into a blazing inferno of homoerotic desire.
The beach was sizzling with heat and desire, sun-tanned boys stripped down and danced with abandon as the rough waves rushed in and the coarse sand got stuck beneath their toes. Bodies so tight no cloth could keep them, their eyes and hands wandered without inhibition searching for a love affair only fleeting. The ocean called to those hidden depths, the hot wind caressed every thus far unexplored inch — for a blissful morning, gay loving was allowed and celebrated with a joyous intensity of the heart.