Male on Male

Our pornographic bodies meet in our secret nakedness. We take off our clothes because we shouldn't take off our clothes. That is the first thrill. I feel an infinity with people who get sexually excited about their bodies. Yes. We are all sex addicts. We want to show each other our naughty bits. We are fixing for our next fix. We swallow down the drug of sex.

Orgasm as great as it is, isn't my goal. Sex is my goal. Sex is opening my whole body. Sex is sensation, and bio-chemical mixing. I await the ripples of pleasure to carry me. I am thrilled when a female pants over my cock. When she runs her tongue over my anus, when she slow licks my balls, when she slobbers the delicacies of my body. Where those blood red nails go, vanishing deep inside me.

I am looking into the bedroom through the keyhole. There are two naked male bodies, and they look beautiful. They are young bodies. They both have erect cocks. They are both sporting beautiful, fresh, juicy, young cocks. I notice a naked female lying on the bed. She is older than the young men. She is relaxed, supported by a stack of pillows, and I notice she is there to watch the young males, as they come together.

They come together intertwining their upper bodies, their juicy erections pressing like urgent lovers against the other's belly. Lip on lip they kiss. The woman on the bed is getting excited and has a finger stroking her juicy labia lips. The males kiss, and climb inside each the other's mouth. Each with his cocky pelvis gyrating in a grounding round against the other's belly. Their smooth toned asses, tense and relax, tense and relax, imploring the entry fullness of a hard, silky cock.

From the other side of the door my body shakes with anticipation, my eye pressing against the keyhole. I am shaking with sex, as the two males take up the 69er position, each instead of a tongue, a mouthful of cock. Heads moving up and down, teeth scraping the sensitive glans, hands tightly gripping the other's ball sac. The female on the bed is masturbating her plump cunt, one finger slipping between her juicy labia lips, as she is getting off on the sight of the two males enjoying each other's body.

The ancient Greeks regarded the foreskin as especially beautiful. The tapered skin extending beyond the mushroom-like glans is peeled back exposing the beauty of the round smooth head. The glans sitting like a crown atop the shaft of the penis. Perfect size for the mouth, the vagina, the anus. The wand of the male penis is lovely for stroking the body, so firmly soft and delicate. But I digress from my spying on the satiric scene before me. The two athletic males have their foreskins bunched beneath the glans and moving thinly up, and over the corolla with each movement of the hungry mouth.

Their spines ripple and undulate beneath the searching hand that journeys to the delicious spice of the buttocks. A finger goes in as if swallowed by a thirsty hole. A finger that caresses the inner moistness and stirs all the senses. The males unbind and stand facing each other skin to skin, their lithe bones sexing their sex. Penis to penis docking their essence, they embrace in a lush embrace. Each feels the bones and flesh of the other, their bodies intent on the erotic feel of the flower, the pleasure bloom to cum inside them.

One male bends over offering his whistle-clean anus to the other. The flower stem is rooted immediately into the hot moistness. The tightness, the slipperiness, the luxury of being inside another. They look magnificent their sexy bodies in rhythmic unison. Every sinew, every muscle is on fire with the forcing sex of the body. The penis sliding in and out the sleek hole. Oh joy!. Oh glorious delight!. How their weighty ball bags hang lusciously low, their eggy testicles loaded felicitously with creamy cum.

God it looked good. The sight of a cock fucking in and out the anus. The male being fucked had one hand on his steely cock and was enticing the cum to come forward, as his begging buttocks are kneaded like bread. I refrain from opening that door and bursting in on the fuckers, and placing my wanton lips on that rectum fucking cock so lubricious.

The room is supercharged with visual cues, physical and psychological, talk about arousing my entire body. Every detail of the sexual sight before me is smeared within my brain. Have you ever seen a cock toying with an anus. The hungry mouth of the anus full of layers of sensation gobbling the animal cries of the penis as it slips in and out, until the cock bursts apart in a heaven of cloudy orgasm deep inside the bowels of the body.

The fucker pulls out. His penis is saturated with cum. He bends over presenting his anus to the male he has been fucking. In goes his glorious penis like a submarine submerging into the depths. Once in, he holds himself there as the male forces his buttocks back and forth, back and forth, in a ride with the straight ruled penis. Hands reach for his nipples, his pink tender nipples pinching them. Then feeling between the rib bones, before falling down, caressing the cum slavered penis hanging there. Cradling the testosterone of the balls.

My penis is out, mimicking the ass fucking going on before me. My hand is racing to catch up to the impending orgasm about to burst inside that beautiful ass. That pink, tight, ass hole. An orgasm lasts maybe ten seconds, but what a body crunching ten seconds of energetic death it can be. The juice of the sexual body ripping through me, tearing me apart. The body has no morality when it comes to sex. It just is sex, through and through.