The walk back to my hotel from the club was sweet and laced with a naughty thrill. The crisp Reykjavik air was sheer bliss on my sun-kissed skin, and I knew exciting adventures awaited me around each corner. Boys everywhere, all so beautiful, all with eyes that said, “Come play with me.” My heart raced with anticipation, as I knew I was about to explore the city–and its hot gay scene–like never before.
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The gay night was winding down, but we were just getting warmed up. I whispered secrets into your ear and felt my body heat up with anticipation as you pulled me into the dark bedroom. Sparkling P-town moonlight spilling in, we stripped off our clothes and dove into wet, wild pleasure. Hot kisses, lingering caresses and screaming orgasms all night long…
It was the smell of it that got me first, that sweet, aroused pheromone-filled, musky scent of aroused and hung gay men. As we dropped our towels, a chorus of sound rose from around the room; deep baritones, gruff laughs, wild gasps and moans. In that moment, I knew I was welcomed into an exclusive boys club, eager to explore every inch of the hottest sexual playground.
In Berlin, muscle jocks reign supreme. I stumbled upon a sea of beefy men, each more gorgeous than the last. Lust burned in their eyes, calling out to me in delicious whispers. I felt my body heat up and my heart race with the knowledge that these are the nights I will write about for weeks to come.
The party was in full swing when I arrived in Mykonos. The air smelled of salt and sea, sweet wine and stoked desire. The young men were everywhere–theirs eyes smoldering like hot coals, lit with fire, burning with the heat of sun-baked flesh and summer sunsets. I knew then I’d found my paradise.
The heat of Jordan was a freight train that broke through the night. Every kiss, every manly touch sent shockwaves of pleasure, enhancing each experience. His calloused hands exploring my body like an electric current, sent me over the edge as his mouth found its way to those secret places on my body. I was addicted to the thrill of adventure.
My heart raced as I stepped into glory hole heaven; a pleasure palace of wonder and delight. Dark walls and intense, pounding music enveloped me. A passionate call to the depths of my desires and fantasies. My breath grew short and my body felt alive with the promise of unleashed pleasure.
Mykonos – a balmy paradise of humidity and sultry nights. I felt a wild abandon on the blissful beaches, amidst the pounding surf and the pulsing music. I connected with the open-hearted, exotic men and the passionate nights of rainbow-colored sin which erupted all around. Hot gay sex and sweaty nights of transcendent release – forever seared into my memory, amplified against the pale stars of the ancient Greek sky.
The night was smouldering hot, and that’s when it happened. Inky skies cast a silhouette of the two muscular jocks, clinging to each other, sweating and in a feverish dance of passion. The twilight moments of electric desire, the musky scent of their bodies, sticky from the delight of each other’s skin; It was a night full of salacious little secrets that could never be revealed. Hot wet bodies thrusting and exploring, lost in a pleasure so sweet.
Lustful boys of Berlin draw me in like a moth to the flame and every night I venture out to brand new adventures. Fireworks of male orgasm frenzy, the embrace of ripped, tight bodies and the intensity of a city that never sleeps. Welcome to Berlin!