Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 15:15:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Dancer

The Dancer by Coltrane (John O'Connor)  (gay
beginnings) (1 of 1)

Synopsis:  A helping hand moving leads to a new
friendship and later to curiousity and exploration.

The Dancer

Jim Clayton got to head of the stairs and paused,
setting down the heavy box he was carrying.  He ran
his arm across his sweaty brow and took a deep breath
before hoisting the carton and proceeding down the
hall to his new apartment.

The door was left ajar and Jim pushed it open with his
foot.  He entered the living room and gratefully set
the box down on the coffee table.

Standing, he arched his back and groaned.  'All that
time in the gym and on stage and I'm still wiped out,'
he thought.  'I only have six more boxes,' he promised
himself.

Stepping back into the hall and pulling the door back
to it's former position, he saw someone else in the
hall coming towards him.

"Hello, you must be the new neighbor," a smiling young
man said, extending his hand.  "My name is Bill
Brixton, nice to meet you."

Taking his hand in a firm grip, Jim introduced
himself.

"Hey, do you need a hand?" Bill offered.

"No thanks, I only have a few boxes left in the
truck," Jim replied.

Bill shut his door and said, "It's no problem, really.
 I'd be happy to give you a hand."   He followed Jim
down the the dark blue Toyota pickup in the parking
lot.

Soon, they had all the boxes in Jim's place and Jim
got them each a beer from the refrigerator.  They sat
down on the couch and rested quietly for a moment.

As it turned out, they both worked for the same bank
in the city.  Bill worked in the brokerage division at
the main branch of the First National downtown and Jim
worked in the loan department at a nearby neighborhood
branch.

Jim looked around his living room and said, "God, now
comes the hard part.  I hate moving!  Thankfully the
movers got the furniture in quickly."

"If you don't mind me asking, what's in the boxes
that's so heavy?" Bill inquired.

"Books, clothes, junk.  The usual."  Jim smiled, as he
thought about the other things he had in the boxes.
He looked at Bill and decided to tell him.  "You see,
I'm a male stripper.  I started in college to get some
spending money and kept at it the last couple of
years.  Some of those boxes have my costumes and
equipment and that stuff can get kinda heavy."

Bill arched an eyebrow at the admission but didn't
seem to be upset, Jim was happy to note.  He didn't
want to scare off a new friend but he also wanted to
avoid awkward meetings in the hall if he was in one of
his police or hardhat outfits.

Bill looked at his young neighbor.  Jim was just under
six feet tall and in good shape.  He had short light
blond hair and a smiling, open face with deep blue
eyes.  'Girls would fall all over themselves for his
smile,' Bill decided.

"So, you do bachelorette parties?" Bill asked.

"Well, yeah and some private shows among other things.
 You know, you could probably do it too.  You look
good and if you have the moves, the tips can be
great!" Jim said.  And Bill did look good.  Jim saw he
wasn't much older and kept himself in good shape.  The
dark brown hair and soulful brown eyes would make any
audience swoon.

"I couldn't do that.  I have absolutely no ryhthm,"
Bill laughed.  "I'd look like a complete fool trying
to dance."

The two new friends continued to chat as the
conversation turned to the neighborhood and what
amenities were available.  Bill had lived there for
almost four years, since graduating college, and knew
all the restaurants, bars, and clubs, including what
ones to avoid.

Finally, Bill said goodbye and returned to his
apartment.

They quickly became good friends, often going out
together, to catch a show or game, grab a bite, or
just get together for a few drinks.  As time went on,
Bill almost forgot about his friend's sideline.

On Memorial Day Friday, Bill ran into Jim as they both
returned home from work.  As Bill was unlocking the
door of his place he asked Jim, "Hey, do you have any
plans tonight?  I thought we could grab a pizza at
Emilio's and watch the game at the bar next door."

Jim made a face.  "I'd love to but I've got a gig
tonight.  Fridays can be busy nights for me."

"Oh that must be rough!  Hot young chicks shoving
money into your jock!" Bill laughed.  He looked over
his shoulder towards his apartment as the phone
started to ring.

Jim smiled and said, "Well, it's not a bachelorette
party.  I'm dancing at a club."  Jim hesitated then
continued, "The Puma."

Bill just nodded, distracted by his phone.  "Maybe
tomorrow night?" he said as he walked into his
apartment.

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow," Jim said with a trace of
disappointment in his voice.

Reaching the phone before his machine answered, Bill
was irritated to get a telemarketer selling aluminum
siding.  After explaining that he lived in an
apartment building, he finally got the pushy
salesperson off his phone.

Sitting on the couch, Bill thought about what he would
do for the evening.  Pizza and beer by himself didn't
sound too appealling.   He got up and looked for his
telephone directory, thinking 'Maybe I'll go see where
Jim works.  There may be some unattached young ladies
there, too.'

Finding the club's address, he realized it wasn't too
far away.  He could walk and avoid the problems of
driving and parking in the city on a Friday night.
Anyway, it was a warm night, perfect walking weather.

After a quick bite at Burger King, Bill walked to the
club.  It was almost 9 o'clock when he got there.  He
walked up to the bar and ordered a beer.  As he took a
drink, he looked around but saw few women.  The crowd
was growing though.

He decided to stay where he was for the time being as
he had a clear view of the small stage at the back of
the club.

Just after 10 o'clock, the club's sound system kicked
in and a big, tuxedoed man walked out on stage to
emcee the show.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!"  There were a few snickers
from the crowd.  "Tonight the Puma is proud to host
the City Stripper's Contest!"   This was followed by
cheers and wolf whistles.

The emcee continued, "Our first dancer is well known
to many of you.  He's performed at the Go-Go Club, the
Cocktail, and at Bizness, to name a few.  He's a big,
and I do mean big, favorite.  Lash LaRue!"

As the crowd applauded, the spot light centered on the
dancer.  He was dressed like a cowboy in black leather
vest, chaps, boots, and a black leather cowboy hat
pulled low over his face.  He also brandished a whip.
As he began to strut, he cracked the whip a few times.
 The crowd loved it.

Tossing the whip backstage, he gyrated his hips and
leered at the people near the stage as he slowly
pealed off the vest to expose a well-developed torso
that gleamed in the light.

The dancer turned and Bill almost choked on his beer.
The cowboy had nothing on under the chaps!  He was
waving his ass around in front of an obviously pleased
audience.

As the cowboy danced, he whipped off his chaps,
leaving him in just boots, the hat, and a tight
leather g-string.  Wadded dollar bills began to fly up
on the stage.  Lash danced closer and closer to the
audience and the people in the front row began to
stuff cash into the g-string.  Occasionally, an
amourous fan paused to feel the large bulge under the
leather to which Lash responded with a provocative
thrust towards the patron.

Bill suddenly realized that all the patrons at the
stage were men!  These were men groping a male
stripper!  And he finally realized that there were no
women in the place.  Those were cross-dressers!

Bill stood there somewhat in shock as he looked around
before returning his gaze to the stage.  Lash finally
pulled the cowboy hat off and threw it backstage.
When he stood with his hands on his ass as he spun
around, Bill saw that Lash was Jim!

As Jim did a few more gyrations, he smiled at his
admirers and had more money stuffed in his pouch, the
music worked up to a crescendo and so did Jim's moves.
 He spun and jumped and wiggled his ass in time with
the music, collapsing to the stage as the music ended
and the spot went out.

The men in the club applauded and whistled and cheered
loudly as Jim collected the money on the stage before
exiting.  Bill heard a few comments around him about
how hot Lash was and what was under that leather
covering.

As the emcee began to introduce the next dancer, Bill
chugged the rest of his beer and headed for the door.
He had to get out of there and think about what he had
seen.  It was a lot to take in.

While he walked towards the apartment building, his
thoughts were a jumbled mess.  Jim dancing in a gay
club.  Jim obviously enjoying it.  Was Jim gay?  And
what if he was?  Friends with a gay guy?

By the time he got back to home, Bill was so confused,
he stood inside the door for five minutes.  Finally he
sat on the couch in the dark and began to think about
the events of the evening.

Bill looked up when he realized someone was standing
in front of him.  A light came on and he recognized
Jim.  Jim stood there with that wonderful smile of his
in his leather g-string.  Jim slowly began to sway his
hips and thrust the tight pouch forward towards Bill.
Bill sat forward and reached out to touch the
straining leather when he heard a loud noise.

Bill shook his head and looked around his dark living
room.  He had dozed off.  It had been a dream.  And,
from the tightness in his pants, he had been aroused
by the dream!  What was going on?

He got up slowly and walked to the window.  Looking
down in the street, he saw the aftermath of a fender
bender.  That must have been the noise that woke him
up.  Bill wasn't sure whether to be grateful for the
interruption or upset that he couldn't pursue the
dream to a conclusion.

Noticing that the clock on the VCR said it was almost
3:00AM, he decided to call it a night and deal with
all this later in the morning.

Bill began to prepare for bed.  After crawling under
the covers, he found he couldn't sleep.  The image of
Jim's bare ass under the spotlight combined with the
dream image was etched into his memory.

Finally, after tossing and turning for almost an hour,
Bill pulled down his shorts and grabbed his hard dick.
 He began to pump it as images of Jim's bare ass and
leather-covered crotch flashed through his mind.  As
his hand picked up speed, Jim's smiling face  appeared
in Bill's mind.  At that image, he blasted a huge load
all over his chest and stomach.

Even more confused now, he got up and cleaned himself
off.  Returning to bed, Bill rolled over, and finally
managed to drop off to sleep.

Earlier in the evening, Jim tried to forget the
disappointment he felt after he had to turn Bill down
the offer to go out for pizza and a few drinks.

He grabbed a couple of his hottest outfits and headed
for the Puma for the contest.  He was the first dancer
which was fine.  He could get the crowd fired up and
still see what the other guys would do before the
second round.

The cloth-lined leather pouch was snug on his crotch,
almost too snug.  The chaps and the vest would make
him sweat under the lights, but that would make his
skin gleam when exposed, especially on such a warm
night.  He could bear a little discomfort for his job.

Since college, he had never danced under his own name.
 When he wore the cowboy get-up he was Lash LaRue.  In
the construction costume he was Studs Lonnigan.  As
the cop, he was Buster Kowalski.  These were his
favorite outfits.  He joked that he was half of the
Village People.

He liked the cop suit the best.  He thought it was
more erotic with more to remove but the effect of a
man in uniform was lost on a club crowd.  The leather
cowboy, however, always got the crowd going.

As he danced that night, he noticed Bill over by the
bar!  At the realization that his friend was there, he
really began to move.  The audience loved it!  And he
loved the effect he had on the people watching him.
Not to mention the money they threw at him.

As men reached up and felt his ass and crotch, he
tried to keep his eyes on Bill, gauging his reaction.
His friend seemed to be in a daze.  When Jim threw his
hat offstage, he saw the surprise on Bill's face.

Finishing the dance, Jim ran backstage to pull on his
sweats and return to the front.  By the time he got
there, Bill had left.  The ache of disappointment
returned.

Draining a couple of beers before going backstage for
round two, Jim wondered what his friend was thinking.
He knew Bill was straight and from their earlier
conversation, he didn't seem to realize the Puma was a
gay club.  Of course, Bill had been distracted by his
ringing telephone when Jim mentioned the club.

Backstage, Jim donned the construction outfit and got
ready to dance again.  He found Bill on his mind even
as he performed.  From the amount of money thrust into
his jock and scattered on the stage, the audience
didn't seem to realize he had been distracted.

By the time the contest ended at 2 in the morning, he
ended up coming in second in the contest and won
$100.00, combined with the tips he got that put him up
over $450.00 for the night.  If Phil "Dracula" Garber
hadn't used that damned black cape in the second
round, he might've won the $250.00 first prize.
Still, not bad for a night's work, and he didn't even
consider it work.

He stuck around for a few drinks before heading home.

As he walked home, feeling good about the money he had
won, he also thought about what he could say to Bill.
He was worried that maybe they had crossed the line of
their friendship.  He wanted to talk to Bill as soon
as he could, but Bill's apartment was dark when Jim
got to the building.

What Jim didn't realize was that Bill was busy
masturbating in the dark to the images of Jim's face
and body in his mind.

On Saturday, Bill left before Jim woke up.  Jim put on
some lightweight shorts and a t-shirt and crossed the
hall.  He knocked on Bill's door but, of course, got
no answer.  Disappointed again, he returned to his
apartment to grab his laundry and head to the corner
laudromat.

A couple of hours later, Jim walked back into his
building with clean laundry and met Bill in the hall
again.  Bill said hello with downcast eyes.

Jim said, "Bill, can we talk tonight?  I think we need
to clear the air between us."

"Yeah, I agree.  How about I come over later and, uh,
we can talk," Bill said offered distractedly.

"Sure.  Around 8:30?"

"I'll be there," Bill acknowledged as he stepped into
his apartment.

Later that evening, Bill hesitated in front of Jim's
door.  He held a 12-pack of beer and finally supressed
the urge to go back to his place and ignore the
situation.

He knocked and Jim opened the door with that smile on
his face.  Bill immediately felt better and handed him
the beer as Jim let him in.

"Jim..."  "Bill, I..." they both said simultaneously.

"You first," Jim offered as they sat on his couch.

"Yeah, okay.  Uh, I went to the Puma last night.  I,
uh, well, I was a little surprised by the place," Bill
managed to get out.

Jim looked surprised, "You didn't know it was a gay
club?  Wow, that must've been a shock."  Jim laughed
and Bill had to smile at the absurdity of the
situation.

"Yeah, here I've lived here for almost four years and
I don't know the clientele of the area clubs."  Bill
shook his head, still smiling.

"Well, actually, it just changed recently, used to be
a 'old man's' bar" Jim said.  "So, was it your first
time?  At a gay bar, I mean."

"Yeah, I was a virgin to the whole scene," Bill joked.
 "It wasn't what I expected, pretty normal bar scene
until the dancing started, that is.  That was
something else!"

Jim smiled again, "Yeah, that can get intense if
you're not ready for it.  Some places don't allow any
contact with the dancers at all.  Depends on the
management and the dancers.  Also, depends on how far
you strip."

"Well, from what I saw, you didn't seem to mind too
much."

Ignoring the unvoiced question, Jim said, "Bill, you
seem to be okay with this.  That's important to me.  I
like you, you're my friend.  I don't want to lose that
just because I dance at gay clubs."  Jim looked at his
friend hopefully.

"I guess I don't have a problem with it.  It was just
a surprise.  So, are you gay?" Bill asked.

"As much as anybody, I guess."  At Bill's confused
look, he added, "I mean, I think everybody has a
little homosexuality in them.  In me it's a little
more than in, say, you.  I'm bisexual.  I happen to
like both sexes with no real preference one way or the
other.  The original fencesitter, I suppose.  But,
most of my dancing is for gays, they tip better than
girls."

Bill looked at the beer in his hand and said, "I've
been to strip clubs before and had front row seats as
well as lap dances.  Never expected to see guys do
that."

"Yes, I've been to straight strip clubs myself," Jim
said.  "And it isn't all that much different."

"I'm straight, you know?" Bill looked up at Jim as he
nodded.  "But I, uh, I dreamed about you last night.
I, I mean, you were in my dreams.  I mean..."

Jim smiled and reached over and placed his hand on
Bill's shoulder.  He said, "I think I know what you
mean.  It's okay."

Bill shrugged his shoulder, dislodging Jim's hand and
said, "No, you don't!  I, uh, I'm sorry.  This is
still awkward."  He looked down at Jim's hand.

Jim, looking a little sad, said, "I mean, you were
preoccupied by the club and me dancing before you got
home, weren't you?  So, naturally, you dreamed about
it.  I didn't mean to imply anything else."

Bill looked chagrined.  "I'm sorry.  I'm still a
little freaked by this.  And I should be completely
truthful with you...  You are my friend, after all."

"Yes?" prompted a relieved Jim after Bill fell silent.

"Last night, I couldn't go right to sleep.  When that
happens, I, uh, I beat, um, I jerk off."  Bill again
looked down.

"Okay, I do that sometimes myself," Jim offered.

"Yeah, well, I was thinking about you."  The sentence
trailed off to a whisper but Jim heard every word.

"Oh!  Well, now it's my turn to be speechless," Jim
said.

Bill looked at Jim and said, "I just didn't expect
that last night.  Any of it and I'm sort of confused.
But I really want us to stay friends."

"Bill, do you think I'm upset that you masturbated
because of me?  On the contrary, I feel rather
honored!"  Jim reached over and squeezed Bill's hand.
This time Bill didn't resist the contact.

After several moments of silence, Jim asked, "Is
everything cool now?"

Bill looked up, squeezed Jim's hand, and said, "Cool
as can be."  He smiled and Jim knew they were okay.

"So,you willing to go get some grub with a bi dancer?"
Jim joked.

Bill stood up.  "The first beer's on me!  Let's go."

The two friends had fun that night and managed to get
mildly buzzed before heading home.

After saying goodnight in the hall, Jim stood looking
at Bill's door for a minute with a small grin on his
face.  He was intrigued by the apparent interest on
Bill's part.

Sunday, Bill and Jim went to the local pool to catch
some sun and go swimming.  This was the first time Jim
had seen Bill without a shirt or in such tight shorts.
 He liked what he saw.

Like Jim, Bill was in good shape, with a well-defined
torso and a nicely rounded ass.  He also had little
body hair which was a turn-on for Jim as was what
seemed to be a nice package in the front of his
trunks.

After a few hours of fun and horseplay, they headed
back to their building.  Bill found himself constantly
looking at Jim's body when Jim wasn't looking.  There
was less on display than he saw Friday night, but the
swim trunks Jim wore didn't cover much.  Bill was
surprised at himself, but couldn't stop sneaking
glances and wondering.

Jim noticed Bill's sideways glances and decided to
take a chance with Bill that evening.

Back at their building, the two friends decided it was
time for a nap before planning anything for the
evening.  Jim, however, fibbed as he had other plans.

Bill stripped off the damp trunks and pulled on an old
pair of gym shorts before laying down for a brief nap.

Suddenly, he was jolted awake by someone pounding on
his door!  "Who the hell is that?" he asked aloud.

Before opening the door, he asked "Who is it?"

A deep voice said, "The police!  Open the door!"

Completely awake now but shaken, Bill complied with
the demand and opened his door.  A cop walked in with
a boom box and placed it on the coffee table.

"Sit down, Mr. Brixton," the cop said.

As Bill sat down, the officer pushed the play button
and started to move to the heavy bass beat coming from
the speakers.

Bill smiled and asked, "What's this?  A private
performance?"

Tossing the cap away, Jim smiled and nodded.  Then he
proceeded to dance for his neighbor.  As the dance
progressed, Jim pulled the tear-away clothes off a
garment at a time.  The belt came off and he pulled it
back and forth across his tight ass before dropping it
to the floor.  "I don't suppose I'll need my cuffs,
will I, Mr. Brixton?"

Bill shook his head but still sat tensely while he
watched his friend strip for him.

The shirt and tie went net, then he kicked off the
shoes, before finally pulling his pants off.  He was
left in a sky blue g-string that seemed to be
straining from within.

"How about a lap dance?" Jim asked, still moving to
the music.

Bill sat there quietly for a moment then finally
nodded at Jim.

Jim leaned over, grasping the back of the couch as he
placed his knees on either side of Bill's legs.  He
then lowered his body until he was sitting on Bill's
lap.

Jim began to move from side to side, rubbing his
already hard member against the equally excited shaft
in Bill's shorts.  He leaned closer to Bill and Bill
could feel the heat coming off Jim's body.  His
breathing quickened.

Jim, noticing the obvious signs of excitement shown by
his friend, leaned his face close and asked, "How far
do you want to take this?"

Bill looked into Jim's deep blue eyes, and whispered,
"All the way."

Jim smiled and brushed his lips to Bill's.  Bill
pulled back for a moment before leaning forward.  Jim
moved his lips again to Bill's and Bill did not pull
away.

Encouraged, Jim pressed his lips against Bill's and
opened his mouth to prod Bill's lips with his tongue.
Bill opened his mouth to the welcome invader and the
two men shared a long, deep kiss as Jim continued to
rub his crotch against Bill's groin.

Bill's mind was solely filled with the thought that he
was passionately kissing his friend and he loved it.
The sensations Jim created as he licked and tasted
Bill's mouth and as Bill slid his tongue along Jim's
and into his mouth were wonderful.  His mind was
totally consumed with the kiss as he sighed into Jim's
mouth.

Jim pulled back and looked at Bill.  Bill's eyes were
wide and dark with lust.  Jim knew his eyes were just
as lust-filled.  He pressed his open mouth to Bill
again for another long kiss before stepping off the
couch.

Bill moaned as Jim stood, his eyes traveling to the
small blue triangle of cloth.  The hardness within was
pushing the material out and Bill could see the tip of
Jim's dick peeking above the waist band.  He knew his
shorts were tented by his own hard cock and smiled as
Jim's eyes traveled to the front of his now too small
shorts.

"Stand up," Jim commanded.  Bill lifted himself off
the couch, standing very close to Jim.

Jim slid his fingers through Bill's dark hair and
gently grasped the back of his neck, drawing Bill in
for another kiss.  His other hand slid down Bill's
back to cup the tight round ass he found there.
Bill's arms encircled the young blond man he was
kissing and he grabbed the bare ass below the string
that held the cloth patch in place.

Jim pulled back again and looked Bill in the eyes.  "I
think we might be overdressed, don't you?"

"Yes," Bill agreed hoarsely.

Jim yanked the tight gym shorts down and slid his hand
along the underside of Bill's dick.  Bill shuddered in
pleasure and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling
of another man's hand on his cock.

Jim moved his fingers down and cupped Bill's balls
gently, tickling the small area of skin behind them.
Bill giggled but didn't pull back.

Bill, thinking 'Now or never,' grasped Jim's crotch,
feeling the hard shaft within.  "Wow!"  Jim smiled at
his friend's exclamation, thoroughly enjoying the hand
running along the soft cloth covering.

Jim stepped back, releasing Bill, and pulled the last
piece of clothing off.  Then he pushed Bill down onto
the couch and kneeling between his legs.

Jim finally got to take a close look at the tool he
had just been playing with.  It was a beautiful, cut
cock shoving over six inches out from a thatch of
dark, curly hair and hanging over a pair of
walnut-sized balls lightly covered by dark fur.  The
head of his cock glistened with precum.

Jim smiled, leaned over and kissed the tip, tasting
the fluid oozing out of the tiny slit.  He smiled up
at Bill, licking his lips.

Bill lay his head back and closed his eyes as Jim took
the head into his wet, warm mouth.  Jim began to use
his tongue to explore the rigid length of the dick in
his mouth as he cupped and fondle the warm ball sac
below.

Jim began to lick around the crown and then up and
down the shaft, before taking the whole six inches of
cock into his throat.  Bill groaned and held Jim's
head as he felt the orgasm build.

Jim bobbed his head on Bill's dick faster as he felt
his friend's balls contract, knowing Bill was on the
verge of his first gay climax.

Bill threw his head back and cried out "OOOOOHHHHH,
TTHHAAAATTTT'SSSS SSSSOOOO GOOOOOOOD!"

With that, he felt his dick explode in Jim's throat.
He had never had such a powerful orgasm as what seemed
like gallons of cum spewed out.

Jim was happily amazed at the amount of semen flooding
his mouth.  He gulped down as much as he could but
some inevitably leaked out and ran down Bill's shaft.
Jim obligingly lapped up the spillage as Bill rocked
his head back and forth moaning in ecstacy.

Jim again straddled Bill and leaned over to kiss him
and share his cum.  Bill found the taste of his own
cum in Jim's mouth to be delicious.  He had tasted
himself before and didn't think much of it, but this
was wonderful.

"I want to do you," Bill said into Jim's mouth.  Jim
rose up on his knees and offered his cock to his
friend.

Bill looked at the long, thick shaft longingly.  He
had never seen a hard dick before and wanted to
visually drink in all the details before literally
doing so.

The head was swollen and purple with lust and the
shaft was veined and rock hard.  It rose out of a
forest of dark blond curls and the nuts hanging below
were the size of ping-pong balls.  Bill wrapped his
hand around it and pulled the man closer to him.

Jim leaned over and held the back of the couch again
to steady himself as Bill pulled him by the dick
towards his virgin mouth.

Without a second thought, Bill wrapped his lips around
the hot cock in front of him and began to copy the
tachnique he enjoyed so much from Jim.

Jim, already turned on by being Bill's first gay
experience, was already close to coming.  When Bill
began to take long, slow licks along the length of his
member, he dropped his head between his shoulders and
watched his dick being tongued.

Bill concentrated on the ridge and the spongy head as
he lovingly sucked and licked the cock of his friend.
He loved the feel of the cock in his hand and in his
mouth.  He knew he would want to do this again, many
times.  He then ignored everything else except
pleasuring the man leaning over him.

The sight of Bill taking his shaft into his mouth and
sucking on it was all it took for Jim to climax.  He
threw his head back and groaned as his cock shot into
Bill's eagerly waiting mouth.

Bill, as Jim had, tried to swallow as much as he
could.  He loved the taste of Jim's cum too, more than
his own.  Jim collapsed down onto Bill, resting his
head on Bill's shoulder.

Bill looked at Jim and leaned towards him, pushing his
lips against Jim's as Jim opened his mouth to accept
Bill's cum slick tongue.

The two men held each other close as they kissed;
their sweaty bodies pressed hard together.  They
maintained the passionate embrace, it seemed, forever.

Finally Jim rolled off to Bill's side and said, "So,
how was it?"

Bill leaned over and their tongues dueled again before
he said, "Does that answer your question?"

"You sure have the right moves," Jim declared.  "Are
you sure you're not a dancer?"

Getting up and pulling Jim up into his arms, he
whispered, "Maybe you could teach me some more moves."

Jim kissed Bill lightly and the two men walked arm in
arm into the bedroom.