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<EM>Fire and Ice</EM>
"A Regular Dancin' Fool"
"So I go, `Wanna come back to my place?' And he laughs and
bounces around to the beat. Like, he's still at the bar, not even
on the dance floor and he can't stop movin', and he goes, `What's
the rush, man? These boots need some more stompin' time'.
"Yeah, can you believe it? The man talks like that. But
who cares, right? 'Cus he's hot. I mean h.o.t. HOT. And hung!
Those black 501s are just screamin' to release his hose. I'm
standin' there, drinkin' and noddin' and watchin' his moves and I
almost cream my jeans. No, I mean it! It's true! I almost come
just watchin' him move onto the dance floor, honey! I don't
follow him or nothin', 'cuz what's the use? I'm not that good on
the floor. Stop laughing, you know what I mean.
"Bitch.
"And anyway, he don't know I'm even there when he starts
really movin', so I just prop myself up on the sidelines and
watch. If you stand just right you can move in time to the music
and rub your cock against the stool--
"Of course it's through the denim, asshole! So, anyways
I'm gettin' hotter and hotter and that gorgeous bod is twistin'
and pumpin' out on the floor. He's got his shirt off now and the
strobes are bouncin' off his pecs and his biceps ripple and his
hair-- Did I mention his hair is long in the back and black as
coal, like with blue highlights sometimes, know what I mean? I'm
meltin' inside by this time, my cock oozin' and achin'. I'm
drinkin' a lot, too.
"What? ... Yeah, I know, so what else is new.
"I feel so ... so... disconnected. I just wanna burst, I
want this guy so bad. What can I do? I can't dance worth shit.
No, it's true. Anyway, by this time I'm gettin all woozy, you
know that stage when the lights streak around when you move your
head? So I go to the men's room and prop myself up at the
urinals. It takes a bit of concetnratiuon to get my cock out.
It's swollen and my nuts ache but after a moment I piss a hard
stream. I notice there's a few guys there. Then they're gone.
The music thumps through the floor, inside my head. I'm still
holdin' my dick in one hand, strokin' it a bit, when I see the
guy next to me. It's him. The Dancin' Fool.
"He goes, `Looks like you need a little help with that.'
I don't say nothin'. He drops to the floor and grabs my dick and
next thing I know I'm inside his velvet mouth. Hot damn! He
swallows me and sucks hard, like he's starved for it. Zowie!
"What do I say? Are you nuts? I'm, like, speechless.
All I can do is make noises and gasp and grunt and whinny like a
fuckin' horse. I'm riding the guy's face, hangin' on to the
urinal. We're both bouncin' to the beat, you know, the bass line
thumpin' through us, my meat jammin' in 'n out of his mouth, him
suckin' in time. His face is beet red and his eyes roll up to
look at me, and I see they're brown, deep brown like rich coffee.
He feels I'm about to erupt and pulls out and I come in a great
gush, all over his face. And we're laughing like fools when two
guys come in and stand there lookin' at us. Their eyes are too
bright and I know they want to do something in there that's
unrelated to pissin' and shitin', know what I mean? So I stumble
outside and I'm still tryin' to get my cock out of sight and get
some words together to tell the guy I want more, when I see he's
back on the fuckin' dance floor.
"I sober up real fast. Like, I thought we were goin' to
my place, you know? To keep goin'. But no. He's a dancin'
fool, like I said. So what am I gonna do, eh? I want this dude
but I can't keep his attention. Hell, I don't even know his
fuckin' name! So I get depressed and just walk out.
"Stupid? Yeah. Maybe. But what else could I do?
"Dance lessons? That's what I was thinkin'. It's the
only way, right? And if that doesn't work, maybe I'll meet some
other hot studly guy who likes to do more than the two step. And
there's always the boots."
