Walking Gay Sex Salsa Icon

These are the pictures meant to accompany my short story, "Crusing in a Salsa-Stained Shirt". As a frequenter of adult bookstore arcades, I think the idea of a man cruising within the dark, cum-stained, dirty halls and booths of an adult arcade with his shirt covered in wet, dripping spicy salsa is a powerful symbol of gorgeous lust and intense yearning. Just to walk through the maze-like dark halls and look at all the cruisers and masturbators hanging around, standing and waiting to feast their eyes on sweet flesh or to have a warm, throbbing dick in their mouth as they drip salsa all over the floor is so exhilarating. I walk down the halls and sneak into dark jack-off booths, my shirt covered in ruby red, glistening salsa and the men smell my musk and long to have my sweet, hot pepper in their mouth. When I am cruising in my salsa-stained shirt I feel like a walking symbol, an iconoclastic metaphor screaming out my right to fight all my demons, wrestle with them and embrace them, jack another man's cock so hard and so fast, suck on it so lovingly that it grows wings and becomes an angel, sperm flying high in the sky and splatting on a white, puffy silver-lined cloud for the other angels to lick upon. The salsa is my blood, the spices within it are my soul shouting out to share sensual, intimate solitude with another man as we grunt together our mutual salute to a wonderful life.