Sun, Sizzle and Sex: Explore Sexy Gay Malta Pride 2024

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A dusky hottie with beautiful brown eyes was caressing my ass, and if anyone at the airport noticed this display of gay horniness, they did not object. 

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Arriving at Malta’s airport, I asked a random worker how to get into the city. He led me outside, his hand gently guiding mine toward the bus stop, where he explained the route. 

I only realized after his helpful instructions that the first Maltese person I talked to was a very handsome man. I thanked him for his help and he smiled sweetly touching the small of my back and sliding down to squeeze my ass.

“It’s entirely my pleasure. Welcome to Malta,” he said with a charming and intriguing accent. In a trance, I found myself touching his slender waist before he pointed at my bus just arriving in the near distance. I rushed to get aboard, only regretting not waiting for a later bus to talk to this sexy and seductive guy after I sat down and the vehicle drove away.

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What’s the weather like during Malta Pride?

My stay on the island nation of 550,000 people coincided with Malta’s Gay Pride 2024 festivities, which took place from September 6 to 16, 2024. Daytime highs usually range from 28°C to 32°C (82°F to 90°F), with nighttime temperatures cooling to around 22°C to 25°C (72°F to 77°F).

Malta is a logical place for gay pride events, where men (and women) can show a little skin and feel sexy as they should during Pride. The previous year, in 2023, Malta hosted Euro Pride, the culmination of Gay Pride celebrations across the continent. Over 25,000 people participated, with 15,000 visiting Malta from other countries to join the party. 

Lots of gays come to Malta during Pride week including these guys around the hotel swimming pool

Where is Malta?

Malta is a small archipelago in the Mediterranean Sea between Sicily and the North African coast. The original inhabitants remain a mystery, though they constructed megalithic temples over 5,000 years ago. All they left were these huge buildings, which predated the Pyramids of Egypt. 

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Since then, the islands have been inhabited and ruled by diverse empires. Most locals speak English, but the national language is Maltese.

What events can you expect during Malta Pride?

The 2024 Malta Pride calendar included the Opening Party, the NaviGay boat party, a gay art exhibit, dances, street fairs, empowerment workshops, the Pride Pool Party, and no Pride is complete without a Pride parade. 

The Pride festival centred around the Triton Fountain in Valletta’s Castille Square. Valletta, a UNESCO heritage site, is a city of only 6,000 people living inside the fortress walls. 

Valletta ended up being my base during my stay in Malta. On my first day in the centre of Valletta, I saw the sights, including St. John’s Cathedral, an incredible church with marble floors and masterpiece paintings by Caravaggio. There was also a “Meet Caravaggio” laser projection show featuring the artist and his works. 

What is impossible to ignore is the daily booming of noon and evening cannons by the Saluting Battery; it’s an exciting display of artillery power and precision, but it can be initially alarming during your first few days. You do get used to it, though. 

When evening set in, I found a gay-friendly place in the heart of town: Café Society, a bar/café where locals and tourists celebrate the nights. 

What made this place even more fantastic was that it hosts The Big Gay Art Show, an exhibit by local queer artists. The paintings, drawings, photographs and sculptures gracing the bar’s brick and stone walls were erotic, verging on pornographic, some of them being very hot and a far cry from the works of Caravaggio. 

For me, the art show’s highlights included drawings of sexy guys sporting impressive cocks, rendered in dynamic lines of ink and pencil, and one group of works that incorporated needlepoint threadwork over drawings of studs in the full bloom of manhood. 

The Big Gay Art Show ran until the end of September, when the café hosted a silent auction with all proceeds going to the artists.

The next day, I went on a sea cruise to tour the other Maltese Island, Gozo and then stopped on tiny Comino Island to snorkel in the Blue Lagoon. 

Snorkelling was a joy in these sheltered, crystal-clear waters, where tiny, colourful fish were among sea-sculpted rock formations jutting over a soft sandy bottom. 

That evening, I searched for another of Valletta’s gay-friendly venues; this one I stumbled upon was Maori, a waterfront bar on the opposite north-facing shore. Finding the place took some time until I got on the right track outside the fortress walls, directly along the shoreline. 

Maori hosted the Pride festival’s launch party. I was welcomed by the bar’s owner, Simone, a charming and gregarious lesbian who invited me to join her on the patio. As the night progressed, a fascinating collection of characters joined Simone at our dockside table: lesbians, gay guys, artists, and fellow travellers. Our conversations were interrupted by the nightly fireworks display from across the bay at the city of Sliema.

The next night, I ventured to St. Julian’s, a scenic half-hour bus ride from Valletta. My destination was Malta’s only gay nightclub, Michelangelo’s. This club would be the venue for Malta Pride’s wrap-up party. 

Set on a sloped laneway called St. Rita’s Steps, along with dozens of nightclubs, bars, and “gentlemen’s clubs,” Michelangelo’s has a podium out front where you buy an entry ticket, which includes a couple of free drinks. 

At first glance, it looked like a tiny place with only a few tables and loud but danceable music. A few men gyrated around the dance floor, celebrating an end to the fun Pride festivities in Malta.

I headed for the bar to get a drink at the exact moment that another guy arrived. I must have been smiling as I looked at his handsome face, delighted to see the hottie I met at the airport, the one who touched my butt as I arrived, my first friend in Malta. I hoped to see him later during the weekend, but I wasn’t sure if it would happen. 

For a moment, I was afraid I’d made a mistake, and it wasn’t him, or else he wouldn’t recognize me. However, a wave of joy shivered through me as he reached over and guided me gently, just as he had done at the airport. 

It felt strange that we didn’t exchange words, but that instant chemistry at the airport and the possible missed connection rectified at this moment made us want to seize the time and make it count.

My Malta man led me up the stairs of Michelangelo’s, where, aside from the bathrooms, there was also a small dark room to get frisky. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, his arms encircling my waist and squeezing my ass.

I pulled his t-shirt up and pants down and started tugging off my shorts. We rubbed each other’s torsos and felt each other’s heat in the darkness. Soon, our hands found each other’s cocks, as our lips opened to slip tongues in and out. 

I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his cock. I could taste and feel drops of pre-cum already dripping from the head of his dick. I lapped it up before opening wide and sucking him down into my mouth, the red helmet of his uncut dick pressed against the back of my throat. I choked and pulled back a little, only to push my mouth back down until my nose was deep into his hairy pubes. I breathed in deep and allowed my tongue and throat to work the shaft and head of his dick.

His fingers played through my hair as I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft. He started to face fuck me, and I did my best to keep up. 

One moment, his thrusts got so intense I had to back off for a moment; I could feel spit and drool dribbling from my mouth as I regained my composure for a second. However, like a trooper, I kept going, and I shoved my mouth back onto the dick, doing my best to keep up with the increasing force, my mouth doing its form of an obstacle course.

It wasn’t much longer until my Malta man started to groan and spasm, and I felt a thick gush of cum in my mouth; I swallowed it all down, relishing the moment, smiling wide with jizz and drool covering my mouth.

I reached down to stroke my throbbing hard-on, instantly firing my load all over the floor. Malta Man pulled me up, getting some of my cum on his jeans in the process. We locked lips, our tongues playfully chasing around in my mouthful of his hot juices. I looked into his eyes, thinking: “We don’t know each others’ names yet.”

However, that soon changed; I discovered his name was Andre. We spent the rest of the night hanging out in the club, kissing and cuddling while ordering drinks and chatting with the other locals and tourists.

Next year’s Malta Pride 2025 will occur from September 5 to September 14. The festival’s centre will again be the Triton Fountain in Castille Square, Valletta. You might see me there.

A typical steeped street in the historic city of Valletta.
The View from Maori bar on a lively night along the harbour.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Andy Oh lives in the ancient rain forest near Vancouver, BC Canada. He frequently travels the world searching for sensual delights to share with his readers. He is Urplaypal on Squirt.org, and you can email him at andy.oh@hotmail.com

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