Gay Erotic Stories

Ah, thighs of beauty, thighs of grace! God! I long to feel my face between those columns smooth and fair and hands that tangle in my hair guiding lips so they will find the pleasure centers of your mind that lie within your valley, sweet where I am dying, now, to eat. Curves so tender and sublime that blend smooth thighs to your behind. A view that makes my spirit sing and stiffens out my throbbing thing! Kisses, kisses thereupon I'll lavish there before I've done, and all around your girlish plain that lies within those columns twain. Mound that rises high above the core and center of your love, proud mount of Venus, prominent, guarding safe your precious vent that there, my love, is waiting still for lips and tongue to show their skill. Ah, treasure-cove and slit of joy, make ready for this hungry boy! Ass cheeks firm within my hands I lift, now, up from warm sands and bring to where I may, with ease, mouth your pussy as I please, and deep with tongue inside you reach and taste you as I would a peach. But peach could never hold a light to what I feast upon this night! Your juice and essence I inhale as if they were some vintage ale and press you to me as I lick. Now, on your bum my fingers flick: tickle, tingle, twat and butt, as I feast upon my dear sweet slut and bring you to fulfillment's door with hands and lips and tongue and more! Your mind I play with as we toy with our bodies, girl and boy. We tell each other how we feel with signs and moans and sometimes squeal; And words all nasty, ripe and full: "fuck" and "cunt," and all that bull; there are no words we will not say, such filth just magnifies our play. With words and juices, tongues and eyes we leave no room for surprise by any guise or thought or deed that either of us may feel we need. Inhibitions we toss aside; in intimate frankness we abide to heighten pleasure for this time as we act out our fuckers' mime. That fucking mime we now start, as lips leave pussy and move toward heart and past, to lips, there to share from my lips your musk and hair. And prick finds cunt and slips inside to clasping velvet's rippling tide. And pussy feels the blood-gorged throb where deep within now slides my knob. Flesh in flesh, contact so sweet! Within you buried, now, my meat is quiet for a moment yet before the frenzy, hot and wet, o'ertakes us and moves us in a symphony of lust-filled sin where "Fuck me!" are the words I hear that prompt me faster, drawing near. With all your juices wet me, love! While I within you push and shove and probe and kiss and finger you, and stir your insides like a stew. And you with all your strength now fuck and arch your back and slide and buck beneath me wildly while I ride and grasp your ass to stay inside. My piston spears you like a pole all hard and deep inside your hole. In and out of you I slide, over, around, inside, outside! Through and under and in and out, filing you up until you shout and stiffen and squeeze my prick as I come inside you, rich and thick! In joy and pleasure then, we die! Side by side our corpses lie ... but yet not dead. For, touching still, our fingers with each other fill. Knowing after flesh has rest, we'll start again to do our best to stroke and taste and touch and move and fuck and fuck again, my love. Authored and copyrighted 2000 by Tinman who wants comments and critique and will answer all personally jctinman9@hotmail.com