The sun gleamed down on the Mediterranean Sea, setting a magical scene as I stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the beach in Tel-Aviv. With eyes of lust, I scoured the golden shoreline until I found them; muscle gods, hot and ready. Like gladiators they commanded the beach, and I knew I had to taste the nectar of a thousand sweaty dreams. Those bronzed and ripped figures seemed like a ticket to pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies. I wanted to be theirs…and so I did.