I imagine myself sitting back in my plush armchair, sipping a glass of rich red wine and slipping off my shoes.I glance down and admire my bare, sweaty legs, feeling a sense of excitement building within me.My partner enters the room, his tall, muscular body encased in only a pair of tight black jockstrap, his big brown eyes locked onto mine.I feel my heart race as he approaches me, laying claim over me like a predator would its prey.He takes off his shirt and slides into the chair next to me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me close, our bodies entwined together as we exchange passionfilled kisses.As I struggle to break free from his grasp, he pushes my face closer to his chest, causing my hands to slip past his shirt and find their way to the hard rod straining out of his jockstrap.As I wrap my hand around him tightly, I whisper, Lets get you off, baby.He lets out a low groan of approval as I begin to slowly stroke him, working up a rhythm that seems to both relieve him of the tension within him and send waves of desire pulsating through my own body.He leans over me, biting down onto my neck gently and murmuring, You make me feel so good, baby.As our lips part, my partner takes another step forward, placing a heavy foot upon the floor beside me.He leans forward and presses his hips against me, impaling himself deep into my waiting mouth.With every inch of him I swallow, I feel my own lust growing stronger, as if Im getting drunk off of him, and him off of me.His hands push at my cheeks, forcing me to take him deeper still, until my throat is raw and burning from the intensity of it all.But even as I struggle to breathe, my thirst for him is insatiable.I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him towards me until his body is almost touching mine.Our eyes lock as he leans down to give me a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of us.He pulls away slightly, standing up and walking around the chair, taking off his jockstrap and tossing it aside in a haphazard heap.He steps forward and takes hold of my shirt, ripping it off my body with a forceful tug, before wrapping his hands around me tightly, bringing us back together in a feverish embrace.As his lips crash down on mine again, he starts guiding me towards the edge of the bed, flipping me onto my back and settling on top of me.His thick, uncut member rises above my open mouth as he thrusts himself inside, filling me up with one deep, powerful stroke.It feels so good to be his plaything, to be at his mercy as he makes me cum over and over again.He rides me harder and faster, driving me to the brink and sending me tumbling off the edge like a falling star, my body convulsing wildly as I lose myself in the bliss of it all.As he pulls out and collapses on top of me, panting heavily, we exchange tender glances.The look of satisfaction and happiness on his face is indescribable, and I feel the same.He rolls onto his side, cradling me close in his arms as I drift off to sleep, already anticipating the next time we meet.The memory of our incredible, intense session lingers like a dream in my head, the scent of him still lingering on me long after hes gone, a constant reminder of how passionate, how erotic, and just how fucking amazing sex between two men can be.
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