The sun was setting over San Francisco and I could feel the pulse of the city in my veins. His energy oozed out of me like the muscles that were bulging beneath my tight T-shirt. As I made my way through the streets, my eyes were drawn to those around me; muscular jocks one and all. This was the city of my fantasy, a hotbed of homoerotic desire. I felt alive amongst the men— everything seemed heightened—the smell, the touch, the fantasy of it all. I was in my element.