The sun was setting, but sweat was dripping from my body, making my skin glow like a heated pearl. I felt like I was the only gay man in the world as I entered the room where the other guests were in various states of undress and arousal. I snatched a bottle of piss, then feasted on the sexy swirling aroma of manly secretions mingling in the air. I was about to experience something special.
Browsing: #PissedOff
The city of sin had brought out a different side of me. I wandered its bejeweled streets, growing more thirsty, more aroused. I could sense new desires growing, burning in my loins. Then I saw him. Dark and mysterious, a bad boy, ready for adventure. That’s all it took. One glance and I was ready to let go, for a night of wild passion and pissy mosaic exploring.
The streets of Montreal sighed with the waves of its nocturnal inhabitants, all of them searching for an experience that only a night of homoerotic passion can provide. My fingers entwined with his, our hips locked, my ardor rising with a heat daring the frigid air to take notice. His lips tasted of bourbon and sin, and we kissed until our souls were on fire.