The moment I stepped onto the Rio streets I could sense the homoerotic energy. The sultry summer heat – the salty air – the brazilian night – all arouse my inner gayness. I could smell their intoxifying cologne – the desire was palpable – as I heard their low whispers, I knew I was in a different and arousing world. I was ready for an unforgettable journey of pure pleasure.
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The pool glowed in the moonlight, throwing a silvery blue sheen all about. I waded to the edge, seeing only shadows in the nighttime image before me. Two of them, muscular figures dripping wet in the frigid air, lusting for something more than a swim. I could feel the desire between them as they embraced in a quick passionate kiss before I dove in.
The warmth of Cape Town was heavenly. It felt like a dream, yet with each step I could feel the energy of the city engulfing me. I allowed it’s pulse to drive me forward as I fantasized about all the hot nights and hot bodies awaiting me. I was already imagining myself being embraced by strong, rippling arms and brushed by the soft lips of passionate lovers. My heart raced with anticipation.