In Barcelona, the dance floor was sizzling with gay lust. My eyes connected with his across the room, and as I made my way towards him, I could practically taste his arousal. His eyes glowed like embers of burning coal and I knew he was just as desperate for me as I was for him. He grabbed me and kissed me hungrily, his body pulsating with desire. We embraced, and our homoerotic soap opera began in spectacular fashion.