my wife reads mm romance, I tease her alot about it. Today I wrote for her a male male scene. My first I hope you enjoy. Comments welcome.
I liked how he looked at me, the smoldering of ember in his eyes as he watched me dance. I had never been in this club before, to scared to admit the things I desired. The lights, the music, the energy of the bodies that danced around me sent me on a high of sexuality.
I looked at him, then down, my nature shy, and afraid. The one strong thing I had done ever was muster up the courage to come in here, this club, this gentleman’s club. God, I couldn’t even say it. I had final brought myself into this gay club.
The bodies around me ebbed and flowed, the dance music coursing like an untamed river about to burst its banks. I moved with it up letting it flow, hands and bodies touching me as the music played on. A wild ride, the freedom of finally letting go, acceptance of who I was.
Hands found my hips, steadying my movement, not stopping or constraining me just guiding me safely in the oceans of bodies. He never asked if he could, he just did, smoldering eyes looking over my shoulder, my body pushing back into him. How cold a cock feel so good, I ground myself on him, enjoying how the hardness felt for the first time, tucked up against my cheeks, my tight jeans helping to constrain me. I wanted more, for the first time to just be taken, I didn’t know the way. I danced on to the thump, thump, thump, of the bass, my hips sending the message of what I had always desired. My eyes, wild and afraid, a light with desire and innocence looked over my shoulder as I thrust myself back onto him. He was so calm, confident, and his smile melted me, I wanted it all, everything I had dreamed of in the dark, yet denied myself out of guilt and embarrassment. I wanted him and did not know how to ask.
His lips met mine, a perfect balance between care and aggression. His tongue parted my lips as I twisted to give him more of me. No longer did I care who I was, or who saw, this was me and I needed it. I needed to feel loved, wanted desired. Our tongues danced on, The other men disappearing in my mind the more we kissed. I turned chest to chest arms going around his neck, tongue doing the dance for our bodies. I felt him hard against me, my own stiffness rubbing against him. My fingers traced him, excited that I could hold this kind of power over someone, My fingers fought with his zipper, my desire for his manhood, to feel the stiff pulsating organ in my hand was all I could think of. I was lost now in my own desire, on the verge of going further than I ever wanted. His Shaft was hot when I finally let it out, it bobbed stiffly on the dance floor, he urged me, soft moans ended kisses as I stroked it. The slippery drops of precum providing what I needed to build his excitement.
I stroked, back and forth, dancers caught in the music around us, I didn’t care, I just wanted. He pulled back, the shock of the kisses ending, my mind immediately went to what I had done wrong, Maybe he didn’t like how I touched him, was I to fast, to slow, a million questions went through my head in the breath of an empty kiss. He smiled, hands finding my shoulders, a gentle nudge down, then a stronger push. Again my mind reeled, I knew what he wanted, He wanted me on My knees. “Now” his voice was firm and deep. I melted, and was on my knees. I knew my place, where I needed to be, finally someone who got me. I was finally at home with my sexuality, I no longer had to doubt, I just needed to do as I was told. My mouth encircled him, salty sweetness, hard heat, a tentative lick, then he pushed inside my mouth.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/borrp7/one_desire_mm
That was good