In the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains, Alex and Jordan found themselves alone in the spacious loft apartment. Alex, with his toned athletic build and smooth olive skin, gazed at Jordan, whose muscular frame and chiseled jawline exuded quiet confidence. They had met at a gallery opening earlier that evening, their eyes locking in a silent promise of what was to come. Now, as the clock struck midnight, the air was thick with anticipation.
Jordan stepped closer, his hand gently cupping Alex’s face. Their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss, tasting of the faint sweetness of wine from dinner. Alex’s heart raced as Jordan’s fingers traced the lines of his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the thin shirt. The scent of Jordan’s cologne, a mix of sandalwood and musk, filled Alex’s senses, intoxicating him.
They moved to the bed, shedding clothes with deliberate slowness. Alex admired Jordan’s body in the moonlight: broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his erection already stirring, veins prominent along the shaft, the head flushed a deep purple. Jordan’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in Alex’s form, his own cock twitching in response.
For their first encounter, Jordan positioned himself behind Alex on the bed. He began with tender kisses along Alex’s neck, his breath hot against the skin, eliciting soft moans. The sound of their breathing grew heavier, mingling with the rustle of sheets. Jordan’s hands explored Alex’s ass, fingers gently probing, slick with lube that carried a faint, clean scent.
Alex arched his back, whispering, “Take me slow, Jordan. I want to feel every inch.” Jordan obliged, pressing the swollen head of his cock against Alex’s entrance. The initial push was deliberate, the tight ring of muscle yielding with a wet, slick sound. Alex gasped at the stretch, the heat of Jordan’s shaft filling him inch by inch, friction building as inner walls clenched around him.
As Jordan thrust deeper, the rhythm started slow, each withdrawal and plunge creating a symphony of flesh slapping flesh, accompanied by the squelch of lube. Alex’s senses were overwhelmed: the visual of Jordan’s muscles flexing in the shadows, the touch of sweat-slicked skin, the musky aroma of arousal mixing with sweat. He tasted salt on his lips from biting them in pleasure.
The pace quickened, Jordan’s cock grazing Alex’s prostate with each thrust, sending jolts of ecstasy through him. Alex’s own erection throbbed, pre-cum beading at the tip, its salty tang evident when Jordan reached around to stroke him.
High tide approached; Alex’s breathing turned ragged, his ass beginning to spasm lightly around Jordan’s invading length. Love juices—pre-cum and lube—dripped, heightening the slickness. Then, the peak: Alex’s body convulsed, muscles tensing as his ass clenched like a vice, milking Jordan’s cock. He cried out, a guttural moan echoing, waves of pleasure crashing as semen spurted from his dick, hot and sticky. Jordan followed, his thrusts erratic, flooding Alex’s depths with warm seed, the scent of cum permeating the air.
In the afterglow, they lay entwined, Alex feeling the gentle pulses of Jordan’s softening cock inside him, a warm, sticky union that left them both sated, souls intertwined in quiet bliss.
After a moment of tender whispers and caresses, desire reignited. They shifted to face each other, Alex straddling Jordan in a classic rider position. Foreplay resumed with deep kisses, tongues dancing, tasting the remnants of their passion—salty sweat and faint bitterness of cum.
“Ride me, Alex,” Jordan murmured, his voice husky. Alex positioned himself, guiding Jordan’s re-hardened cock, now slick with their mixed fluids, back into his welcoming heat. The descent was exquisite: the slow engulfing, inner walls parting and hugging every veined inch, the bump against his prostate igniting sparks.
Their rhythm built from languid rocks to fervent bucks, bodies colliding with wet smacks, breaths syncing in pants and groans. Scents intensified—sweat, musk, and semen blending into an erotic haze. Alex’s hands roamed Jordan’s chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat, while Jordan gripped Alex’s hips, thumbs pressing into firm flesh.
Climax loomed again; Alex’s ass quivered, contractions starting subtle then intensifying. His cock bounced, leaking profusely. The pinnacle hit: full-body shudders, ass squeezing rhythmically like a fist, prostate throbbing as he ejaculated in ropes across Jordan’s abs. Jordan’s release mirrored, pumping deep, the overflow trickling out warmly.
Exhausted yet content, they basked in the lingering throbs, bodies slick and connected, a profound satisfaction washing over them.
Needing refreshment, they headed to the bathroom, the steam from the shower enveloping them like a warm embrace. Under the cascading water, they soaped each other, hands gliding over wet skin, the scent of shower gel mixing with their natural aromas.
Passion flared once more against the tiled wall. Jordan pressed Alex from behind, water streaming down their bodies. “One more time,” Alex breathed, voice echoing off the walls.
Foreplay was fervent: licks along necks, nibbles on ears, the taste of clean water and skin. Jordan entered again, the insertion eased by water and residual slickness, his cock sliding deep, hitting that sweet spot with precision.
Thrusts varied—slow grinds to powerful slams, water splashing with each movement, mingled moans and the patter of droplets. Sensations peaked: visual of rivulets tracing muscles, touch of slippery heat, sounds of wet flesh, scents of soap and sex.
The final high: pre-climax tension with fluttering muscles, then explosive release—Alex’s ass clamping down fiercely, body arching in ecstasy, cum shooting against the wall. Jordan’s orgasm followed, filling him anew, the warmth spreading.
As the water cooled, they held each other, the gentle after-pulses fading into a peaceful end, their night of passion concluding in shared whispers and lingering touches.
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