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JUST
LIKE WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE and
you just can't fucking spit it out...actually this is nothing
like that. So we are all packed in the bus like a bunch of
sardines for a ride with our pal Matt. Matt has alot of
sex, and the more he has, the more he seems to want it. I
believe he sees the world as a big buffet table and he picks
at the flesh he fancies for that moment.
For this
moment his fancy was demanding a latin man. Not just a guy who
has some branches of the family tree in the mexican soup, we
mean a deep, dark latin...
...And of course, as
always, the guy has to be straight too. So we drive
around a bit in Little Havanna and Matt spots a guy. Now I did
not fucking want to talk with this guy...he was a big,
muscular dude...and the last thing I need is some
tasmanian-cubano punk messing up my pretty go-tee because I
ask him to smoke another man's pole. However, I am a fucking
pushover and Matt knows this...
So we pull right up to
the guy, Antonio. And I will end my tale at this beginning
because you just have to see it for yourself as we answer the
question...what does it take to get a straight man to
get in a bus, and have sex with another man? Continue
here and you will find out...
Cao,
The Nephew
of Uncle Sanchez
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