He felt his nipples perk beneath his shirt as he got on the bus. Surrounded by other riders, he grew aroused knowing that any one of them could slip their wet tongue from his navel to his throat. The thick, salty saliva and warm, supple lips lingered, and suddenly the grinding of brakes was nothing compared to the intensity of his desire.
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It was a night of extremes; the air thick with a voracious energy–so hot it felt like the sweat running between my shoulders hadn’t evaporated since I arrived in Montreal. I bolted to the night spot with no plan other than getting drenched in this city’s signature Homoerotic Bald Adventure: the “Piss Royale.” Naked men, everywhere. The setting was a sauna and the stakes were high. I soon found myself, fins twirling, beneath the sheets of a cold, white marble bed. Uninhibited and free, my body moved in chaotic harmony with the other strangers’, a ceaseless celebration of our own inner wild.
The room was a seething mass of urgent need and want, of muscled hard bodies glistening with sweat in the flickering candlelight. Three mouths met and greedily explored, tongues lapping and seeking. One by one, six loads were spilled until all were spent and sated. An unforgettable night of pure carnal pleasure and unadulterated satisfaction for all who participated.
He quivered as two strong,warm hands firmly grasped his hips, pulling him close into hidden depths of a Carribean alley. Heaven was the heat of wet skin, the taste of masculine secretions, slippery and sweet, turning to raw passion and pleasure in the midnight shadows. Never had he been such a willing submissive to the carnal abandon that hummed in the air.
The night sky in Toronto is a dazzling array of stars, but nothing shines brighter than the boys out and about with their dirty desire for wild and erotic encounters. From mole-lit streets to red-lit bedrooms, I’ve experienced a carnival of gay sex, encounters that quite literally make my heart beat faster and send me into a passionate frenzy that only the night can provide.
He ducked into the side alley, my heart racing with a cocktail of excitement and fear. We embraced in the shadows of the night, my hands quickly undoing the buttons of his fly as he hissed into my ear. His cock pulsed against my palm as the alley echoed with his electric spasms of pleasure, his hot cum spilling in the darkness. A shameless public dick-tating, a testament to our perverted passion.
The taste of Sean’s thick, sweet cock burst onto my tongue like an explosion of honey. Its intensity sent shudders through my body and I tasted pure ecstasy. His moan of pleasure was the soundtrack to a night I’ll never forget.