Gay Seduction In The Burrito Line

"Oh yeah, the one on the south side is much better," I told the beautiful blonde. "The burritos here up north are pretty good, but the one down there is run by a real Mexican who carefully prepares the beans and uses all the right spices." I was sizing him up and started getting wood. I saw him smile as he noticed my erection protruding from beneath my bright red boxer trunks. I was thinking of this guy's dick and tasty burritos and looking at his feet the whole time, remembering all the other encounters I'd had, all the other beach guys I had seduced by talking about their feet in relation to burritos. This guy would be no different and soon he'd be putty in my hands. "Yeah," I continued, "this burrito stand is run by a bunch of stupid white folks who make burritos from store bought ingredients just because they think it makes them cool. I tell you what, let's get a few burritos here and then we'll walk down to the south side and have a taste test! I'll even buy!"

"And you are?" the man said, his eyebrow raised at my boldness.

"My name's Taco," I said, "Taco Gaywolf".

"Gaywolf?" he said. "Oh, that must explain the werewolf mask you have on?"

"Yeah, "I said, "that's got a little something to do with it." Then I continued, "Yeah, the best thing about the burritos on the south side of the beach is that they are real BIG." I then started staring down at his feet and went for my patented line: "They have burritos as big as your feet!"