Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 08:21:21 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: *And* Hot Pies and Size Queens part 3

Polish Dancer

	Back in the dim reaches of time, before the plague of AIDS, I lived in New
York with my wife and son.  We were not getting along well, and she had
brought up the subject of divorce and seemed to be moving toward making that
decision. I felt the sparkle had long since gone out of our relationship,
and made the decision that I wouldn't oppose the split, if I could keep
visitation rights with my son.  He was 15 years old, and he and I were real
buddies.  Not having him in my life would be the biggest loss from not
having her in my life any longer.  Her absence would be a relief in many
ways.
	I'd moved out of our apartment into the loft apartment of some friends who
were teaching for a year in Africa.  I had the keys to their place, because
I'd volunteered to water the plants and feed their fish.  After about the
third day, I was getting bored and thought that after work on Friday night,
I'd eat some dinner somewhere and take in a movie.  I didn't mind the alone
time, and wasn't interested in calling any of my friends to get together
either.
	When I clocked out Friday evening it was almost seven and I decided to grab
a quick bite at Nathan's Hot dog deli on Times Square, and try to make the
first show of a film I'd been thinking of seeing.  After a couple of hot
dogs and a soft drink, I left for the theater which was across the square,
and uptown about three blocks.  I worked my way through the heavy traffic
across both Seventh Avenue, and Broadway, and finally stepped up to the
theater kiosk to buy a ticket.  The woman in the booth was busy counting
bills, and glanced at me and said the show had already been running for half
an hour.
	I shrugged, and put my billfold away.  I walked up the street, wondering
what I could do for awhile until the next show started.  I looked at stuff
in windows for awhile, and finally noticed a steady stream of guys going and
coming out of a doorway.  I got a little closer, and saw the door opened
into a long flight of stairs.  Several guys were climbing at the time, and
one guy was making his way down.  I  I waited for him to reach the street
level, and asked him what was going on upstairs.
	"It's a live sex show," he snickered, brushing past me and merging into the
crowds on the sidewalk.  I looked around and looked back up the stairs, then
shrugged to myself, and started up the stairs.  I had never seen a live sex
show, not even when I'd been in the Navy and stationed close enough to
Tijuana, Mexico to visit the sleazy bars there on occasion.
	At the top of the stairs, a door opened into a small room with a ticket
window in one wall.  I paid ten bucks and was directed into the theater,
which was behind a heavy black painted fire door.  As I approached it, I
heard the heavy beat and several voices making cat calls.  I pushed through
the door, and walked into a smoke filled room with several rows of beaten up
old  theater seats, most filled with men who were shouting to the people on
the stage.
	I was dumb struck for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the dim theater and
the brightly lighted stage.  On the platform, two men were laying on a cot
type bed, sucking each other's dicks.  Shouts of 'Suck'em, and shoot that
cum!' filled the claustrophobic space.  Fascinated, I found a seat near the
door, and decided to stay for a few minutes.  The scene on stage was
reaching a climax, and both guys, grunted and moaned dramatically, and
grabbing their cocks, stood up facing the audience.  Several men rushed the
stage, and the two actors, stood egging them on, jerking their stiff cocks.
They both stiffened their bodies and started spraying cum on the assembled
men in front of them.
	The pathetic fags trying to catch the flying cum were fighting over the
gobs and sucking it off their fingers when they were lucky enough to latch
onto a slime ball.  I was disgusted.    The two cock suckers, finished,
bounded off the stage, and the music changed to more of a dance tune.  The
cum eaters scrambled for their seats, and the room started to vibrate as the
crowd started stamping their feet to the beat of the music.
	The lights on the stage turned from deep blue to hot red.  The curtain at
the back of the stage parted, and five naked young men  danced onto the
stage,  Their long dicks all twirling around like Chaplin's cane.  They
quickly formed a dance line at the front of the stage and began to grind
their hips and thrusting their cocks at the audience.   The audience went
wild, and I began to get into the antics of the audience.  At first, I
wasn't the least interested in watching the five guys slinging their butts
on the stage, but finally began to notice their lithe young hard bodies, and
began to appreciate the buff muscular beauty dancing on the stage.
	Too soon, the tune came to a thumping, grinding halt, and the five guys
jumped off the stage in a line, and ran into the audience and picked some of
the more enthusiastic audience members and sat in their laps.  Most of the
men who suddenly found a naked dancer in their laps, grabbed cocks, and
started sucking, and licking their glistening sweat covered torsos.   The
dancers didn't allow it to proceed too far, before moving off their laps and
danced to the back of the theater and out the door, followed by the hooting
and screaming of the audience, following their departure hungrily with their
twisted eyes.
	The lights on the stage returned to a deep blue, and an announcer's voice
spoke over the noise of the audience, offering private sessions with the
boys of the Jewel Box Theater.  Anyone wishing to indulge in a private
session was directed to go to the ticket booth and pay an additional twenty
dollar fee, and pick a room from across the hall.  The tickets were first
come first serve, and the boys where waiting, totally nude and all sexed up.
	Four guys got up immediately, and left the theater.  The lights went down,
and a movie screen dropped out of the ceiling, and a grainy black and white
gay porno film began playing across it.  Most of the guys got up and started
filing out the door.  Apparently the show was over for the time being.  I
sat there, watching the gay porn, not having seen anything like it before,
and soon, had the theater pretty much to myself, except for a guy up near
the stage who appeared to be drunk or drugged, and sleeping.
	The door behind me opened, suddenly, slashing the darkened theater with a
stab of bright light.  My eyes were dazzled by the light for a moment, and
suddenly somebody was sliding into my lap.  I put my hands on the body, and
felt it was nude.  One of the dancers my mind flashed, and I leaned back,
trying to avoid the guy's cock.  He leaned over, and put his tongue in my
ear.  I couldn't help the reaction it caused in my body.  I shivered under
him.
	He was whispering something in my ear that I couldn't understand.  It
sounded like Polish, which I'd heard spoken at the wedding of one of my
coworkers who had married into a large Polish family in Brooklyn.   I told
him I didn't understand him, and that I wasn't interested in sex with him
and that he was wasting his time.  I pushed him off my lap, and he stood up
grabbing my hand.  He put my palm over his hard cock, and rubbed it around
fucking it with his rocking hips.  "Free," he whispered.  "Free first time."
	He pulled me through the door into the bright lights of the hall.  I
glanced at the ticket booth, and saw two men inside talking and smoking.
Neither of them even bothered to look at us.  The nude boy, dragged me to
the end of the hall and into a darkened room.  He dropped my hand, and
turned on a small lamp on a table beside a twin size bed.  The room smelled
of disinfectant, and something else, I couldn't quite place.  He picked up
my hand again, and led me to the bed, which he flopped down on, and raised
his legs into the air.  I could see his stiff cock laying up his stomach,
and almost reaching his belly button.  His large balls were rolling in their
sack, and his little butt hole was winking at me.  I stared in fascination,
dumb struck at how I'd ended up in this room with a fag who was obviously
expecting to have some sort of sex with me.
	"Forget it," I said, turning away and trying to open the door.  I found it
was locked.  He waved a key on a band around his wrist at me and laughed.
	"Suck mister?"  He slipped off the bed, and was suddenly on the floor with
his mouth on my cock nipping me with his lips through my slacks.  My old
dick reacted, and thickened up a little.  He felt the change, and looked up
at me with his large liquid eyes.  He smiled, and using his teeth and
tongue, worked my zipper down.  His thin warm hand wormed its way into my
fly and I felt another man touch my stiffening cock for the first time since
the doctor had held it to lop off my foreskin when I was a few minutes old.
	"Nize, so nize" he murmured, and hauled my old pecker out of my trousers.
I was going totally stiff by then, and jerked my hips involuntarily as his
mouth closed over my cock head.  Man!  I hadn't felt a mouth on my dick
since Sally green had blown me in the back seat of my dad's car my senior
year in high school.  This guy was good, and I began to rock my hips,
feeding him a little more dick with each thrust.  It wasn't long before he
had the whole thing down his throat.  He began to take control sucking and
bobbing his head on my dick.  I raised up on my tiptoes, and began to shake
with pleasure I hadn't felt during sex in several years.
	"Fuuuck. . ." I moaned, mumbling the word through rigid lips.   The kid,
who didn't look a day over 18 to me, looked up with my cock buried in his
mouth and then popped off my spit slicked shaft.
	"You fuck me?"  He was grinning, and didn't wait for an answer.  He was
instantly working on my belt buckle, and in a few moments, I was as naked as
he was, and he was rolling a condom down my raging shaft.   He laid down on
the bed on his back, and raised his legs again.  I lost all sense of myself,
and stepped up to him and just put my dick to the entrance to his hole, and
pushed into him.  He wiggled his ass, and began rocking on my cock as I slid
into his hot clutching butt hole.  He had a big smile on his face, and
reached over to turn on a small radio sitting next to the lamp on the table
beside the bed.
	Disco music filled the room with an insistent beat, and he began to rock
his hips in time to the music.  He was twisting and turning on the bed, and
his long slim legs were writhing in the air.  I just stood there buried
balls deep in his butt, while he danced to Donna summer on my cock with his
hole.  I was getting into the scene.  It was the most interesting sex I'd
ever experienced in my life, and I started fucking him in earnest.  In
moments the room was reeling around my head, and my breath was coming in
gasps.  He seemed hardly to notice, and kept up his dance on my cock.
	Suddenly, his ass ring clamped down on my cock, and I opened my eyes, to
see his balls pulled up tight to the base of his long stiff dick.  He was
about to shoot.  He froze on my shaft for a moment, gasped for a breath of
air, and squeezed my shaft tighter with his sphincter, and started shooting
his cum.  The first gob. flew across his shoulder, and splatted against the
red painted wall.  I watched it begin to slide down slowly, and I felt him
tighten up again and a second gob flew to join the first.  There was a third
and forth and after a moment, a fifth.  He let out a long hiss of air,  and
his cock began to ooze a thick sticky puddle of cum onto his golden skin.
	I hadn't cum yet, but wasn't too far from it, so I started fucking him
harder.  He kept tightening and loosening his sphincter on my cock, and the
sensations were incredible.  He suddenly reached under, and squeezed my nuts
gently, and used his free hand to begin to tweak my nipples.  Before I knew
what was happening to me, I was delirious with sexual heat, and over the
top.  I poured my nuts into the condom, and shivered through a long
exquisite climax the like of which I'd never experienced with any woman.
	The experience of his tight hole wrapped around my cock was without doubt
the best fuck of my life.  Without thinking, I pulled my softening cock out
of his body, and laid down across his chest, and kissed him with my tongue.
He returned the kiss passionately, and put his arms around me and hugged me
tightly to his nakedness.  I stayed with him cuddling for several more
minutes, before he pushed me away and sat up.  He looked suddenly sad, and
took my hand in his, and examined my wedding ring.
	With large eyes misting over, he looked into my eyes, and put my hand with
the ring next to his cheek and rubbed it over his slightly stubble covered
skin.  I sat up, and looked at him in silence.  He laid his head on my
chest, and I heard a small sob.  I raised his face to look into it, and he
had real tears in his eyes.  I lowered my lips to his and kissed him
tenderly on the eye lids.  He sobbed again.
	"What's the matter son?"  I wondered at his tears.
	"I alone." he whispered.  I didn't understand at first.  Then it hit me.
	"You're lonely. . ."
	"Yes," he said with passion kissing my chest and neck.  "Lonely."
	"Don't you have anyone here?"
	"I Polack," his eyes were watery with passion.
	"You mean Polish.  You're Polish."  I stroked his hair to comfort him.
	"Yes.  I am Polish alone in America.  My Papa send me to school, but my
English no good.  They don't like me."
	I thought about his words for a moment, and said nothing.  After a minute,
someone pounded on the door.  He sat up quickly and wiped the tears off his
face, sniffling his runny nose.  He looked very young at that moment, and I
hugged him tightly to my body, with fleeting thoughts of my son.
	"I dance again," he sighed sadly, and stood next to the bed.  With a sad
look, he unlocked the door and stood in the opening briefly looking back at
me still sitting nude on the bed.  The soft glow of the dim lamp colored his
skin with red tones, and the harsh bright light from the hall, raked across
his features from the opposite direction throwing his handsome face into
beautiful relief.  Then he was gone.
	I dressed, and made myself presentable again, combing my hair in a small
flaking mirror on the back of the door.  I stepped into the glaring hall and
stood letting my eyes adjust to the brightness.  I saw men paying and going
into the theater.  Another show was in progress if the pounding beat coming
through the door each time it opened to allow a man to enter.  I turned and
started for the stairs.
	two or three steps down, I stopped, and went back up.  I stepped to the
theater door, but before I could open it, the guy in the ticket booth
shouted that I needed to pay again if I was going into the show.  I passed
him a ten dollar bill, and walked quickly into the darkened theater.  He was
on the stage again this time alone, and dancing with a slow grinding beat,
pulling on his thick cock for the men in the audience.  I watched him for a
moment before I realized he had his eyes closed, and the expression on his
face was too sad to contemplate.  He spun around to the music and spread his
legs, and began rocking his hips in the fucking motion I'd so recently
experienced for real.  When he turned to face the audience again, his eyes
were open and he saw me standing at the back of the theater.
	Just then, the door opened behind me and I must have been suddenly
silhouetted by the hall light.   He raised his hand to block the light, and
I saw him smile as he recognized me.  His dance picked up a little, and he
was getting into his groove, obviously, all for me.  Somehow I was touched
and felt my heart flutter at this charming Polish dancer's smile.  I took a
seat in the back, and watched as he danced for me and me alone even though
the room was filled with shouting and groaning men.  Before I knew it the
song ended and he was gone.  The lights changed again, and the two men who
I'd seen sucking each other earlier took the stage.
	I was about to get up and leave, when the door behind me opened again, and
I was attacked in my seat by the beautiful kid.  This time he was dressed in
Levis and a white tshirt.  His loafers were pulled on without socks.  I
kissed him, and he kissed me.
	"I quit," he squealed in a happy boyish voice.  "No dancing here no more."
	"What will you do now?"
	"I go with you.  You an' me together; yes?"
	My mind reeled at the suggestion, and I found myself wondering what it
would be like to explore a gay lifestyle with this beautiful lithe dancer.
I pushed him off my lap, and stood up.  I took his hand, and we pushed
through the theater door together.  Down on the street, I looked both ways
feeling suddenly lost and cut loose from all I knew to be me.  I looked down
at him, a full head shorter than my six foot four frame.  We stood there
breathing the night air of Time Square with its myriad smells of garbage and
food and human hunger all around us.  I took his hand again and pulled him
to me quickly and kissed him on the mouth.  He melted into me and kissed me
back.
	Two men walking by at that moment, muttered "Oh Mary.  Look they're so in
love."    A male and female couple glared at us as they passed, and I heard
the hissed word 'Faggots' directed at me for the first time.  I cringed at
the word, but didn't break off the kiss.  The boy needed me to be there for
him, to love him and be stable for him.  When the kiss broke for lack of
air, I took his hand and led him into the square South toward the subway
entrance.
	On the train to SoHo, we held hands, and he looked at me with his big
limpid eyes.  I felt him grasp my hand in an ever tightening grip.  He was
having fears I couldn't imagine, and who knew what thoughts were flying
around in his head.  A woman sitting across from us looked disgustedly at
us, muttering under her breath.  The boy closed his eyes, and laid his head
on my shoulder.  I felt numb with what I was doing.  Just an hour before,
I'd been on her side seeing something like the picture the boy and I were
presenting.
	At my stop, I pulled him up and we got off the train.  The woman said
something negative which I only understood by her body language.  On the
street again out of the subway tunnel, we were a block away from the loft
where I was temporarily staying.  He leaned against me the whole way, and we
got several black stares from couples walking along the street.  I felt I
was making a bigger change in my life than I knew by the time we reached my
building.   I was acting to become a fag, a fag by choice, because deep down
I realized I wanted this boy in my life.  The rest of the heterosexual world
could go fuck itself.  I realized I didn't care what others thought.  I'd
made my choice, so rapidly, my head was swimming.
	Marek,  the boy's name, I discovered, was happy to the point of tears.  His
passion floated right on the surface of his psyche.  Within days, we had
fitted ourselves together as one, and were working to improve his English,
to get him enrolled in school.  He sang with a beautiful voice, and danced
to the music in my friend's collection.   He loved all music, and it filled
the loft first thing in the morning after he awoke, and he danced through
breakfast, eating his toast and drinking his coffee in motion.  I was head
over heals in love with him, and it had happened so easily.  The boy turned
me on like I'd never been before.  He made me know with every moment we were
together that he was as deeply in love with me as I was with him.
	I'd like to say we lived happily ever after, but it was not to be.  His
mother wrote that his father was dying, and was asking for him.  He was
torn, but I told him he had to go.  We saw each other last at Kennedy
Airport and he walked onto a plane bound for Warsaw.
	He wrote half a dozen letters, in his better English, but then they
stopped.  His last to me said he had lost his father, and had to take over
the family tailor shop to help support his mother in her old age.   A sad
end to our relationship, but I still treasure the fleeting two years I had
with my Polish dancer.  They were the best years of my life.

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