The salty Mediterranean air was oh-so-hot, and so were the Hung hunks everywhere. We’d explore the city streets, gazing at each others’ bodies in the heat of the night. Everywhere I went all I could think about was his sweaty skin pressed against mine, as we tasted and touched our way to total bliss. Lust and heat were in the air. All of us wanted one night of gay-ing Ibiza up!