I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Zak Spears at Folsom Street in 2004 and, in addition to being built like a Mack truck, he was incredibly nice in person. It was hot that day in San Francisco and after I introduced myself, he ran his tongue from my chin up to my earlobe and then kissed my cheek and in a flash I could see him, smell him, touch him, and taste him all at once. I was stunned, but managed to tell him how much I liked Solicitor before we had our photo taken together in that bright afternoon sun. (I have, unfortunately, had to shower since then.)
For more photos of this hirsute hunk, check out The Official Zak Spears Worship Site.
