Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 03:43:30 EDT
From: Thrigger123@aol.com
Subject: That Night at the Club

This is a beginning to a story I want to finish if you like it and want to
read further please email me thrigger123@aol.com.

Disclaimer this is a story with gay situations and if this offends you
please don't read it.

That Night at the Club

"I walked in with almost like a shadow and I saw him standing there. That
is when I turned on my slut mode. The music is loud the drinks are flying
and I'm letting my body shake and spin. I was lost in a sea of people and
my sweat was drowning me. I feel him looking at me so I'm gonna play hard
to get. I dance myself all the way to the other side of the club. I was
getting in to the music like never before just because I know he was
looking at me. It was a super fast techno song. It was turning me on. After
a while I was living the music and everybody was watching me. It was like
an orgasm without arousal. The music was devouring me and that's when he
came up to me and started dancing with me. The crowd that we attracted
started yelling and I just let it fuel me. The DJ played song after song
and they were getting faster. He moved almost as well as I did. I was
getting hot and the sweat was pouring from me in waves. He looked like he
was in the same predicament. I knew he wasn't going to stop until I stopped
so I didn't. Like I said I was going to play hard to get. I was going to
dance till I died and I wasn't going to let on. The music was bouncing and
I was getting tired but that is when the damn DJ dropped it on me. The one
song that I couldn't resist. He started playing that damn song from that
movie "Blade". My pulse was going faster and faster the world beneath me
was gone. I started to dance in a way that I knew I couldn't before what
was happening? My feet were flying and people were cheering. He wasn't
stopping and I wasn't going to lose the battle. I swore at one point that
my body became the music. And I danced and danced and danced. The lights
the music the people they were my battery and it was never going to run out
till he stopped.

"About half-hour before the club closed, he finally gave up and asked me to
follow him. My hair was all wet and I was soaked. The cold air was
refreshing after two hours of nonstop dancing there was no better remedy. I
followed him outside noticing how his hair shined on the streetlights. He
was at least 5'10 140 pounds.  He had tight jeans on you know the deep blue
ones that you turn over at the cuff. He had a tight T-shirt and a very sexy
goatee. His hair shaped his face and it was blond.  I followed him to his
car and he gave me his phone number and address. He told me that he thought
I was cute and that we should go out some time. He left in his bright blue
car and that was the last time I saw him again. And this is the last time
I'm gonna tell you this story."

I looked at my friend Jake as we walked the hallway at Franklin High School
of the Arts.

My name is Freddie, I am seventeen and yes I am gay. I'm 6' feet tall I
have brown hair and glasses.  At school I look like a total nerd but at
night I unleash my real self. We walked into the cafeteria and saw all of
them waiting for us by them I mean my crew. They were dancers, artist,
actors, directors, and fashion designers.  We were the perfect group for
entertainment. I headed over to our table and sat next to my friend
German. We all talked and decide to go to the club that night. The bell
rang and we all headed outside to our cars. I looked around and it was
another Friday in Clinton. Clinton was a small artist town. Everybody was
either an artist an actor or musician. It was great I thought to myself as
I drove to my house. I had a Ford Focus that my parents bought for me when
I turned sixteen. My parents were graphic designers but lately they were
designing furniture and clothing. They were the best parents I thought to
myself.

As I drove I felt the ocean air hit me -- it was wonderful to live right
next to the ocean. I pulled up to my house it was a white two-story home
that I always thought was the perfect size. I had an older brother but he
went to school up North. It was better that way he always got me in
trouble. My cousin lived with us too -- his parents used to abuse him so my
parents adopted him.

I went up to the door and opened it my parents were at their desks doing
something I said hi and walked upstairs to my room. My room was the only
one in the house that faced the beach. I sat down on my bed and turned on
my TV and I saw him -- the guy I danced with that night. A reporter was
broadcasting in Clinton. Tomorrow was the big festival we had every year
and the reporter was talking about a DJ that would play the music at the
festival.

I was so excited that I tripped trying to get to the phone when I finally
managed to grab it I pressed the numbers with almost super hero speed.
Jacky picked up and immediately I said, "Jake he's here. I saw him on
TV. He's playing the festival."

The number he gave me was the wrong phone number and I wanted to make sure
he knew that. I was so excited that I hanged up on him before he said
anything. I ran into my closet and found my party clothes section and threw
them across the bed. I was going to see him again and I wanted to look good
for him.

That night went by quick and before I knew it I was in my element again
dancing and moving to the beat. I was slamming and I felt the music power
me again like that night. I haven't danced like this in months and I had
the sick feeling that he was watching me. I opened my eyes and sure enough
he was there, dancing with me. I started to dance faster and faster and
faster. My muscles ached and my legs started to hurt but again I wasn't
giving up until he did. I remember somebody poured water on me but I kept
on and on. After a while he stopped but I kept on unaware to the fact that
he stopped dancing.

I didn't stop till the music stopped and Jake dragged me outside and said,
"Wow, I never knew you could dance like this, dude. Where did you learn?"

I was too tired to answer and I threw him my keys and asked him to drive me
home. He threw them back at me and said, "Fuck you. I want to see you dance
like that again."

I grabbed the keys and drove my car home.  I was so tired that I dragged
myself upstairs to my room. I opened the door and I found him there -- he
was waiting for me.

"Hey, sorry, but your brother said I could wait in your room."

I thought to myself and realized that he meant my cousin. I smiled and sat
down in front of him.

"So what is your name?" I asked him.

"My name is Anthony."

"So Anthony are you gay."

Anthony smiled at me and said, "Not if you're not."

I smiled back and said, "I am. So do you want to kiss me?"

He leaned in and kissed me. He had thick lips that I just had to have again
so I kissed him back. Then there was a knock on the door and it was Jake he
opened the door quickly and Anthony jumped to the floor.

"Hey, Fred, you want...?"

He looked at me with that suspicious look that you give people when you
know they did something.

"Uh, I'm sorry but you guys want to get something to eat" he said and I
yelled back, "Get out, Jake. Later."

I pushed him out of my room and locked the door and a few seconds later I
was kissing him again.