Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 18:11:00 EST
From: NxtJD@aol.com
Subject: A Dance To Remember

This is my first posting, so I truly hope you enjoy it.  Any remarks or
question, feel free to reply at nxtjd@aol.com.  Thanx DJ


It all began with a cold, lonely day...

	First, I should perhaps give a brief description as to allow you to
get to know me.  My name is Jack.  I am a 22 yr. old college senior, from a
reputable college in the Chicago-land area.  I guess you would call me an
average Joe; meaning I don't see myself as being overly attractive...then
again, who is in today's cruel society.  I am 5'9" with an average body
build, 145lbs.  My hair is mid ear, wavy, and dark brown, and I have been
told that I was blessed with sensuous blue eyes.  My features are confused,
a mutt, with a mix of Irish, Cherokee, German, and English.  I guess, my
biggest play, is that I have the body and looks of your average 17yr high
school student.  Hell, I can barely even grow facial hair, much less the
occasional chest hair that chooses to grace my presence.  But enough about
me, as the story must continue.
	It was a cold night, and my Studio apartment felt more lonely than
usual.  I needed out. Have you ever had the feeling, that no matter how
much you keep yourself busy, you can still feel the walls closing in,
trying to envelope your heart and suck the air from your lungs.  Well this
is how I felt this evening.  Late February as snow covered the ground,
sirens blaring by my window, and only the noise from the television and the
infamous AOL to keep me company; I needed to dance, to party, to talk with
a person face to face; and most of all, I needed a drink.  It took all of
30 minutes to convince myself to wander to the clubs alone.  Of course, it
was another hour before I managed to get ready and actually take that step
out the door, but I did and I was on my way.
	It felt so good, to step into the club and feel alive again.  It
had been a long time since I had allowed myself to have that feeling; yet
that is the past and this is the present.  The club had yet to get busy,
filled mainly with young college boys and a few older men, but at least it
was real.  Long Island Ice-Tea, which was the drink I ordered.  The
bartender must have sensed something, as the first sips almost knocked me
over.  I was good. I didn't need to talk to anyone.  I just wanted to exist
in the atmosphere: drink in hand and smoke in the other.  Then I saw him...
	Across the bar, was one of the most intriguing young men that I had
ever come across.  Tall, at least 6'0, and stocky; mind you not big, but
just enough muscles to exemplify masculinity.  He seemed to have a presence
about himself that dripped of testosterone, and yet he carried the face of
an innocent.  Shivers ran through my body, electric pulses searing through
every nerve, striking utmost pleasures.  I wanted to feel this man, rub my
fingers through his hair, trace his body with mine, allow every contour of
our bodies to merge and join as one...then it happened...soaring pain
screamed through my mind...
	Embarrassed, I notice that I had been staring so intently, that my
cigarette had burnt out and had blistered my finger.  Cursing to myself, I
nurse the wound with ice as well as I can and I return to my ponders of the
young man, but he is gone...  Just my luck...  Noticing that the pain in my
finger wasn't calming the excitement in other areas, I downed my drink and
decided to dance.
	I thought, that once I hit the dance floor I would be fine, but I
was wrong.  The beat enveloped my body; the rhythms caressing my skin like
a thousand beads of water.  My eyes were shut, the club no longer existed,
and this was my world.  Yet, my mind wouldn't let me alone... thoughts of
him were invading.  Every beat, moving my body, muscles tensing, sweat
dripping across my chest, blood boiling, heart racing, he was there.
Scenery can't be described.  It is the place we all go, at the height of
our sexuality.  My body is hot; breathing is stammered, every muscle tight
needing to be stretched...  Every movement perfectly timed, embrace.  His
hands reach to my chest, massaging as they move up to my neck.  Fingers
gracing my throat and yet still moving up as he traces every line as if
pushing the tension out through every blade of hair.  I reach out to his
shirt, desiring to see what hides beneath.  My fingers grasp at the buttons
but slip with every attempt.  Frustration overcomes, and disappointment
flushes through my mind; yet, his eyes catch mine and a smile crosses his
face.  I have no power; my body is limp to his command.  I give freely,
allowing his hands to roam wherever they took him.  Nibbles at my neck, my
heart beating faster, I desired him.  His fingernails scraped down my back
as he slid closer to my ass.  Our chests were gliding together as our sweat
mixed, and all I could do was hold on. My 501's were straining, something
trying to tear free.  Perfect movement, one at a time, he ripped the
buttons from my pants; followed by a quick tug at the loops and my pants
fell to the floor.  There he was, my mystery kneeling before me, such an
innocent faced with the essence of my desires thrust in his face.  With
only one article remaining, it seemed inevitable that I would get to
experience what I so desired.  Yet...LAST CALL...
	The music ended abruptly as the voice screamed over the speakers.
The back of the house was closing, my vision destroyed, my muscles aching
for release, god I really need a drink.