I found what I wanted. I grooved into the night. It's what I needed, a good, mindless dance. I popped another pill, when the end of the night seemed further away than I'd like.
The lights were good. The music just fine.
I flirted with a cute Italian boy. Nice smile, kind of wanting, he was on something, to be sure. Beautiful eyes, big and brown. We danced and smiled. He was with a girlfriend. They shared each other's water.
I popped another pill, thinking about him. My eyes bled. My teeth clenched. My head floated to the roof and floated there on a wave of doof, doof, doof. Bobbing. Floating I couldn't see. My teeth ground constantly. My sense of balance faltered from this plane to the next, but in a good way, a funny way, a way that made me laugh, made me feel ten feet tall.
Faces appeared and floated away. The Italian boy asked me something, but the ringing in my ears masked his words. He smiled. I got the sense I was supposed to answer. It seemed funny. That disconnection, half floating on another plane. My eyes bulged as I tried to focus. I laughed. I was smiling. I couldn't stop smiling.
He took my hand and we were rushing through the crowed. Everything changed. His hand felt good in mine, it was all I could feel. Was I collapsing and I just didn't realise? Why would he care? People swayed into view and then out. He was always just passed the next person, just out of sight, but his hand gripped mine tightly.
Cold. The light was suddenly florescent. There were tiles. Everyone was stopped. Milling. It was bright. Hot lights. I shielded my face. I wasn't collapsing, or falling, but my eyes had difficulty opening. Something was funny, deep inside me.
The Italian boy said thanks, to someone. I'm not sure who. Everything rushed if I opened my eyes. Blur.
I was being pushed backwards. It was darker, the brightness was gone. There was a wall behind me.
"I want to blow your mind, handsome man."
My belt was being undone. The buttons on my fly. My legs were suddenly cold.
He took my cock in his mouth. My, already hard, my head spun, dick was suddenly in his mouth. It was warm inside his mouth, as I knew it would be, if I had even thought about it. I was suddenly hot. Sweating. The air was thin. I couldn't breath, but it was okay.
He sucked. My head spun so hard, I thought I was going to puke. His mouth felt good. My last E gushed in my eyes until I thought the top of my head was going to explode onto the ceiling. And so did I explode, heat, hot, fuck, right into his mouth. My kegs were shaking. Suddenly the only thing I knew was his hair in my hands and the top of his head.
He sucked. He swallowed. He sucked until I jumped with every movement of his lips over the tip of my cock.
He stood up and wiped his face. "You look like you needed that. Come on, pull your pants up... so we can go back to the dance floor."
My legs were shaking so violently, I thought I was going to fall. He held me. His arms felt great around my shoulders and around my waist. He smelt of wog boy cologne.
I'd just done my belt up, my boxers were slimed, and it is suddenly light. Italian boy has me by the hand. Fluorescent. Harsh. "Do you want to wash your hands... honey," he said, as he squeezed my hand. Do you always call boys honey? I ran into two people on the way out, they looked at me disapprovingly. I must have looked really...
Sweating, rushing, dizzy, out of body, that's how I felt. Serviced. Done. I saw a couple of distorted faces rush at me and then rush away.
Dark. Cold. Crashing through doors.
Doof. Doof. Doof. Hot. Sweaty. Heat.
He smiled sweetly back at me and the crowd parted. His girl friend was next to him with the water. They both glanced back at me. He smiled.
The lights flashed. The groove came and got me. I needed to dance. My head was spinning.
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