The sweet stillness of the summer air was suggestive of silky white sands and ocean waves, but my heart beating with the expectation of something far, far, sweeter. I ventured to Provincetown, eager for a world of queer delights. Although the summer sun was hot, the excitement of forbidden pleasures was hotter still.
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The music pulsed as I watched men shed their shirts and shorts, underwear flying off like confetti in the night. Fists pumped, bodies glistened with sweat, and I saw leather-clad bottoms and hard, sculpted chests flash before my eyes. This was Ibiza and I could smell the hot, gay desire in the air.
The sun shone down the backs of two nubile brown-bodied studs as they lay upon the shore, their salty skin glistening with a sheen of ocean spray. The waves provided a rhythm for the reckless celebration, and soon both boys ravished in the bliss of their hard bodies, desperately searching for their release. The musky scent of beach sand mixed with salty kisses, and the clandestine atmosphere created a perfect storm of passion and unbridled need.
The hot sun burned his skin. But as he stripped off his clothes, all he felt was an ocean of arousal. Perspiration dripped as they touched each other. With every passing moment, each one of them became bolder, hungrier and raw with desire. Life was a thousand feet away, and here, all that mattered was pleasure. Their bodies twisted in waves of bliss as they devoured each other by the edge of the sea.
The heat, the salty air, the smell of a manly body…it all beckoned me to the docks. Soon enough, the sink-your-teeth-in sexiness of the muscle jocks called to me, making me ache with desire for their hard bodies. Cotton knickers may have been half down, but their passion for each other went all the way up. I was happy to just stand and watch as they explored each other deeply.
He lapped hungrily at my neck as I gasped with pleasure, our steamy suntanned bodies rolling in a tormented tongue-tangle, like a beach-born tango. His lips then surged slowly southwards, searing a path of pure electric pleasure as they explored, tasted, and devoured every inch of my sun-glistening skin.
The sweltering heat of Sitges seeped into my bones, making the air feel heavy, stagnant. Tasting salt on my lips, my heart raced as I soon found myself in the bedroom of a handsome local. Our skin slick, our passionate embrace stealing away the evening, I found in his embrace a new kind of bliss. Sweat and salt, heavy breathing and shivers – that night is a quenching pleasure I’ll never forget.
The salty aroma of the ocean filled the hot, heady air between us as our lips locked together in a kiss that was pure bliss. His hands moved down my body, exploring my skin with a deliciously passionate intensity. I could feel my naked skin aflame beneath his touch, like the evening sun setting on a perfect summer day.
The sun bathed my skin as I rubbed away the sea salt and sand. Turning, I was suddenly lost in his gaze, my body melting beneath its heated intensity. We moved in slowly as the sweet smell of jasmine and gaiety filled the air. His lips on mine, our souls entwining with the gentle caress of the sea breeze. In that moment I knew I’d never forget this night of hot gay sex and sand in Mykonos.
The waves caressed the boys’ bodies as they proudly stood, naked and aroused, saluting their newfound freedom with hungry, lustful eyes. Soon, lips locked and hands explored as they each let out soft yet passionate moans of pleasure, kicking off a night of wild abandon and blissful exploration of their bodies.