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