Sexy GENTLEMEN of Literotica.

IMG_6451.jpgSince there is a sexy women of literotica thread. Just for shits and giggles I thought I’d make one for the guys on here.

Post whatever you’d like just make sure to follow the forum rules

Just wondering if any one posts on here. My curiosity and boredom has taken over.

Please make sure to follow all guidelines of the forum. No dick pics without linking them. Thanks.
 
A poem you may like

The bass thumped low and relentless,
dark swallowing the dance floor whole.
Bodies moved like secrets,
lights stuttering just enough
to blur intention.

He leaned in close,
said if I loved him
I would kiss her
his words slipping between beats,
a challenge disguised as devotion.

So I did.

Neon flashed across her mouth,
sweat and sweetness shining there,
Juicy Fruit breath mingling with mine
as the crowd pressed us closer,
hands, hips, rhythm deciding
what language we spoke.

I tasted choice.
I tasted want.

He watched us move,
eyes tracking every sway,
every glisten caught in passing light.
Juice gathered at the corner of her mouth
evidence the dark couldn’t hide.

Then he kissed her.

Slow even with the music raging,
as if time bent for him alone.
He tasted me without touching me,
paused just long enough
to know.

In the parking lot we laughed it off
but he spun her around against the wall
he pulled up her skirt
I don’t think she wanted it
the parking lot wide and exposed,
headlights cutting sharp truths
through shadow.

There, beneath the hum of engines
and unfinished thoughts,
I understood
desire doesn’t stay where it starts.
Sometimes it dances first,
then follows you out into the open.

And I stayed.
Not because I was told
but because I wanted to watch
to see him thrusting deeper
harder and harder
I was so wet and aroused
remembering my first time.
 
A poem you may like

The bass thumped low and relentless,
dark swallowing the dance floor whole.
Bodies moved like secrets,
lights stuttering just enough
to blur intention.

He leaned in close,
said if I loved him
I would kiss her
his words slipping between beats,
a challenge disguised as devotion.

So I did.

Neon flashed across her mouth,
sweat and sweetness shining there,
Juicy Fruit breath mingling with mine
as the crowd pressed us closer,
hands, hips, rhythm deciding
what language we spoke.

I tasted choice.
I tasted want.

He watched us move,
eyes tracking every sway,
every glisten caught in passing light.
Juice gathered at the corner of her mouth
evidence the dark couldn’t hide.

Then he kissed her.

Slow even with the music raging,
as if time bent for him alone.
He tasted me without touching me,
paused just long enough
to know.

In the parking lot we laughed it off
but he spun her around against the wall
he pulled up her skirt
I don’t think she wanted it
the parking lot wide and exposed,
headlights cutting sharp truths
through shadow.

There, beneath the hum of engines
and unfinished thoughts,
I understood
desire doesn’t stay where it starts.
Sometimes it dances first,
then follows you out into the open.

And I stayed.
Not because I was told
but because I wanted to watch
to see him thrusting deeper
harder and harder
I was so wet and aroused
remembering my first time.
Lovely poem JahJah123
 
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