The bawdy boys of Toronto packed the piss party like sardines, scantily clad in nothing more than skimpy swimsuits. The smell of beer and salty sweat mixed with the pungent smell of hard-on’s and arousal in the air. I could feel the heat of the summer night heat on my skin, and see the eager anticipation in the eyes of the excited revelers as we indulged in forbidden debauchery