The night had just begun, and I stepped out into downtown Toronto in search of a hung hookup. With twinkling eyes and an eager heart, I ventured across the gay quarter, seduced by the smell of sweat and testosterone. I found what I was looking for in the basement of a dive bar. He was tall and buff, with an enticing glint in his eye. This evening I’d find more than just sex; this was going to be an erotic homoerotic journey.
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He looked up and met my gaze, and I could almost feel the heat between us. I stepped closer and reached out to trace the sharp lines of his jaw—he had a face that screamed to be kissed. Heat flooded me and I knew I had to have him. His smirk said he felt it, too. I wanted to explore him, and I was ready for his pleasure.