The glittering sea shone down on us as I delved into his body, claiming him as my own. The heat of the sun was nothing compared to the heat of his passionate touch, pushing me faster and further until we reached an ecstatic, sweaty climax together. Just us, and the beautiful island of Antigua.
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He was walking shirtless along the pristine, white sands of the Caribbean Sea, the vista of sparklinng, blue waters stretching as far as the eye could see. The tropical sun bathed his muscular body in its glorious heat, the air so thick with saliva-inducing humidity that it felt like palpable curtains of sensuality he could rip through. He felt a blissful warmth rising in him as he walked towards his ultimate destination: Paradise for gay men.
I felt the warmth of his sandy skin as I embraced him on the beach. His blissful moans filled the air around us, as our bodies intertwined in a passionate rhythm like waves crashing against the shore. His orgasmic whispers sent chills through my spine, and I could feel the energy radiating from his body as he reached euphoria. I’d never felt a connection so strong and electric. It was pure, orgasmic sin in the sands of Sitges.
He awoke to a warm breeze tickling his body, to dizzy sheets and the faint smell of coconuts in the air. The sun cast its golden hue through his curtains, beckoning him to an adventure of hot, steamy sex. He felt a thrill of excitement, a stirring down below. The games had started and it was time to play.
Passions ran high in the sultry nights of Palm Springs, as smooth tanned bodies were entwined in sweaty bliss. Big dicks thrust against tight buns, making loud claps of thunder that echoed throughout the chambers of pleasure. Twisted arms and sweat-soaked sheets were the testament to our insatiable desires for one another. My heart flushed with a burst of yearning for what could never be mine ever again.
The salty Aegean air carried the scent of debauchery as I picnicked on the beach with my Grecian Gods. Our lips, tasting of sea spray and Ouzo, colliding in passionate fits. Our bronzed, glistening bodies entwined atop the sun-bleached sand, until the night embraced us. Our Grecian gods were my definition of perfection… and the hot Greek night welcomed my embracing of them.
I ran my eyes from his toes, up his toned and taught legs, feeling pleasure surging through my veins as I did. With every muscle chiseled to perfection, I could almost smell the rosy scent of his freshly shaven skin. I ran my hands along his curves as I imagined his salty sweet taste on my tongue. Jerking off to him was like a little slice of paradise.
He slowly parted my lips, tasting his way down my throat like a winding desert river. His tongue danced against my own, teasing and tasting every bit of my desire that grew with each stroke. His lips devoured me, sucking down an eden of desire.
The sun beat down on his silken skin as the salt-sea breeze caressed him, his desire growing ever more intense as the waves lapped against his toes. His heart pounded as his eyes met his partner’s, pleasure and heat radiating from their gazes, until the passionate pulse of desire surged through them both. Ecstasy on the beach was theirs.
We entered the secluded chalet in the hills of Mykonos, with the night air as our accomplice. Anticipating the wild orgy of piss and pleasure that was to come, my skin shuddered with pleasure as the smell of salty sweat and arousal filled the room. The invisible thing that connected us all that night was the free-flow of pee, a holy river of pleasure to baptize us all.