Browsing: Pissing

The night was electric with anticipation. I peered down the dark alley and saw him silhouetted in the moonlight, chest heaving with anticipation. With a mischievous grin, he approached me and without a word, his hand slid low, finding the warmth of my inner thigh as I tasted the sweet raindrops of pleasure that fell from his glistening body and heady scent of musk. An unforgettable night of Montreal pissing pleasures that I’ll never forget.

Roaming the Tel Aviv streets on a hot summer night was like a baptism in a sauna of seduction. I weaved my way through dozens of gayclubs and bars, flirting and finding pleasure in strangers’ eyes and skin. The night was a joyride of inhibitions shattered, and the sweet sound of every drop of piss. It was a kinky gay heaven.

Weaving in and out of the dimly lit Amsterdam streets, I saw men pissing onto each other, blending neon-lit shadows and bodies within each other’s streams. I felt a wave of pleasure surge through me as their hot piss licked my skin. Suddenly, I felt alive – in a fiesta of homoeroticism.