The softness of his sun-kissed skin against me was intoxicating. I felt his warmth and muscled physique under the night breeze, letting out a satisfied moan as I ran my hands over his chest. His lips found my neck, kissing and licking my sensitive areas as we both got lost in each other. In that moment there was nothing else, only us, and I felt so alive.
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He had never felt such heat before – waves of it pulsing against his body as he stepped off the shore. He was in Antigua for the promise of pleasure, and today he would experience its ultimate reward – a mind-blowing, fiery romance with a gay man who would make him tremble with desire. He stood on the edge, feeling the sun radiating against his skin, ready to take on the hottest, horniest affair of his life.
He grabbed my face in both his hands and his lips crushed mine, hard. I felt a million volts of electricity sparking through my body. His hands were so strong, so dominating. He pressed his hips against mine and I felt the pop of our cocks, warm and inviting. I would never forget the pleasure of his kiss, of his chest against mine as I gave in to the pleasure and intensity of the moment.
My eyes widened in awe as the partyboat floated off into the night. I’m not quite sure what would follow me on this slippery voyage, only that cum rivers would soon flow. As the boat lurched forward I was filled with a heavy anticipation of scintillating excitement–whatever tonight would bring, I knew it would be explosive.
Thick lips grazed, swelling with desire as we pushed onward, deeper into a car of carnal pleasure; each man taking his turn, all reveling in the gaping maw of group suck – a hoboerotic train of bliss.
His body melded with his partner’s, and the heat of intimate desire burned between them. His hands explored eagerly and tasted hungrily. Together they experienced an unearthly pleasure that hummed through their veins and united them in sweet harmony.
The bars in Berlin pulsated with an energy that seemed to electrify my air, every surface dripping with twirled mustaches and primed Desire. The ripping of shirts joined the thunderous bass and I found myself lost in the pleasure of it all. Each boy I shared my bed with melted in my arms like wax and I was consumed with the relentless passion of my own fiercest lust.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, mesmerized by the waves of desire ebbing and flowing behind his eyes. His hands traced down his torso, exploring each contour and every arch. His mouth agape, he gasped in pleasure as his muscles quivered with anticipation.
Licking my lips, I locked eyes with his voluptuous gaze from the selfie. His mouth so inviting, I craved to feel it quiver in singing joy against mine. My heart raced as I ached to touch his mouth and derive the sensual pleasure it promised as I followed with my tongue. A Homoerotic kind of delight, I knew would be naughty and deliciously tasty.
Ibiza is a magical gay oasis filled with sun, sea and sex. I roamed the beaches, bars and clubs like a heat-seeking missile, entranced by the pulsing rhythms of the music, electric atmosphere, and gorgeous men. I locked glances with strangers, and quickly inviting them back to my hotel, where we explored each other’s bodies with passionate abandon, leaving us both drained with pleasure.