He couldn’t believe it. There it was again, that loud, deep moan he had heard a fortnight ago. He was in Barcelona, feeling the heat of the night air and tasting its salty tang, when the unmistakable sound ripped through him. He was blindfolded, gagged, and lying on the bed as the wetness of this man’s mouth enveloped him in hot, steamy pleasure. Every inch of him alive with delight, it was a Barcelona B.J. he’d never forget!