The air was thick with sweat and sounds of moaning, gasps of pleasure and wild groans echoing through the dark well-known back alleys of Amsterdam. I moved through the bodies, countless hands touching me, eager and desperate tongues, searching for explosions of bliss. The night was an orgy of epic proportions, a passionate theater of gay love, and I had become its star.
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I was in Montreal for business and pleasure. In the city’s hidden gay bars I found that all of the locals had You-Know-What’s that were beyond big in size. We didn’t speak the same language but we knew what each other wanted. I can’t erase the heat of those pulsating moments, exploring every inch of each other and giving into the forbidden desire.
He liked the way ‘Miles’ moved; full of sinuous grace and raw hunger. He nibbled his neck, lapping and savoring the ripest parts. Miles tasted like sweat and lust, reaching places deep in their souls. Traversing that distance, they explored each other’s fantasies and created their own.
He was just the type I’d like to go south on. His smooth, wide-set hips curved around him like a raver’s wet dream. His body was begging for claws to sink into it, begging to be explored and beloved. And when I went down on him, I could sense the heat of his desire radiating off of him like a summer’s day. He was the kind of man I’d give up everything for just to lay in his arms afterwards.
The night air was heavy with a fragrant scent of masculinity, earthy and exotic. In the inky darkness of my Antiguan hideaway I felt desire as palpable as the sultry air and tasted the eagerness of anticipation on my lips. It was intoxicating, thrilling and dominating, as if time had stopped and I, by some mysterious force, was the only one capable of claiming it.
The sights of Mykonos sparked a fire in me. I craved the muscled bodies of the islanders, their pectorals begging to be tasted. I laid eyes on a particularly handsome god, and my tongue licked my lips at the sight. His sapphire blue eyes and sculpted biceps lured me in, and soon my desire for him was satisfied. My pulse raced as, in his embrace, I explored the secret caves of Mykonos.
As I strolled along the cobblestone roads of Amsterdam, I was taken aback by the sheer size of the dicks I saw on the street. Everywhere I went there were big, hard cocks bouncing in the breeze and tight nipples tempting me from inside silky shirts. In the shadows of the night, I knew these Dutch delights were waiting to be explored and tasted. I was ready!
The licentious London night sky beckoned me like a siren’s song, a sultry, heady mix of hard-earned pleasures, piss-drenched back alleys, and heatedly homoerotic desire. I’d found my way to the gayest corners of the city, and made friends with men who were ready to explore all of its night-time secrets with me. It was a wild, decadent, and deeply satisfying discovery.
I was lost in a dreamy night of pleasure, from sweet gentlemanly encounters in the street, to rough and sexy escapades in the dark shadows of the alley. Eventually I was led to a strange kind of sanctuary, where opium, piss, and delights lay ready to be explored and enjoyed. I couldn’t resist the call of this strange place and stayed until the break of dawn, my body and soul anointed with pleasure.
I savored the sensation of every hard inch as I engulfed his length with my tongue and lips. The taste of his arousal was intoxicating, and took me to heights of pleasure I never imagined. Each thrust of his hips and moan of satisfaction drew me in deeper and sealed me to him in a passionate embrace. And so I explored every corner of his masculinity with my mouth, until I reached my climax of pleasure.