We entered the secluded chalet in the hills of Mykonos, with the night air as our accomplice. Anticipating the wild orgy of piss and pleasure that was to come, my skin shuddered with pleasure as the smell of salty sweat and arousal filled the room. The invisible thing that connected us all that night was the free-flow of pee, a holy river of pleasure to baptize us all.
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The night swelled with feverish heat as countless hands frantically roamed every inch of flesh, nipples stiffening to the touch, tongues tangling in wicked pleasure, sweat dripping down skin as a chorus of shocking moans echoed through the air. It was a wild night of group suck–hedonistic debauchery and strangely beautiful.
Strobes of electric blue and scarlet bounced off sweaty, shirtless, dancing bodies, bringing a frenzy of sensation that made one giant pulse in the club. As the wildness and heat grew, men peeled away to find their own pleasure, making a private night of gay erotica.
The electric air in the night club aroused all our senses. Sweaty, gyrating bodies moved in time to the pumping music. I had never experienced a sexual energy so intoxicating. It was intoxicating. We shared passionate kisses before satisfying each other’s desires with wild, uninhibited pleasure. I felt lost in the intensity of it all. It was a night of pure, unrestrained pleasure, a gay orgy I won’t ever forget.
The air was thick with sweet, sticky piss as I kneeled before him. His eyes sparkled in the neon lights coming from the window, and I felt myself hardening with anticipation. He grabbed my ass with one hand as his cock moved closer to my face. With a fevered passion, I was soon devouring his pleasure, and as his warm stream of pleasure poured into my mouth I felt an unquenchable desire to take him to a realm of bliss that few dare venture.