Saturday Night Out
I went out dancing last night. Popped a pill and went on the hunt for some basic beats.
I found what I wanted. I grooved into the night. It's what I needed, a good, mindless dance. I popped another pill.
The lights were good. The music just fine.
I flirted with a cute Italian boy. Nice smile, kind of wanting. Beautiful eyes, big and brown. We danced and smiled. He was with a girlfriend. They shared each other's water.
“Euw!”
I popped another pill. My eyes bled. My teeth clenched. My head floated to the roof and floated there on a wave. Bobbing. I couldn't see. My teeth ground. My sense of balance faltered from this plane to the next.
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. People swayed into view and then out. He was always just passed the next person, but his hand gripped me tightly.
Cold. The light was suddenly florescent. There were tiles. Everyone was stopped. Milling. It was bright. Hot lights. I shielded my face.
Italian boy said thanks, to someone. 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. I was suddenly hot. Sweating. The air was thin.
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. And so did I, heat, hot, fuck, right into his mouth.
He sucked. He swallowed. He sucked until I jumped.
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.
I'd just done my belt up, my boxers were slimed, and it was suddenly light. Italian boy had me by the hand. Fluorescent. Harsh. “Do you want to wash your hands… honey,” he said, as he squeezed my hand. I ran into two people on the way out.
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.
The Italian Boy smiled sweetly back at me and the crowd parted. His girlfriend was next to him with the water. They both glanced back.
The lights flashed. The groove came and got me. I needed to dance. My head was spinning.
They disappeared into the crowd, both smiling back at me as they got swallowed up.
The music was good, I found my own corner of the dance floor, okay DJ make me melt.
I found what I wanted. I grooved into the night. It's what I needed, a good, mindless dance. I popped another pill.
The lights were good. The music just fine.
I flirted with a cute Italian boy. Nice smile, kind of wanting. Beautiful eyes, big and brown. We danced and smiled. He was with a girlfriend. They shared each other's water.
“Euw!”
I popped another pill. My eyes bled. My teeth clenched. My head floated to the roof and floated there on a wave. Bobbing. I couldn't see. My teeth ground. My sense of balance faltered from this plane to the next.
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. People swayed into view and then out. He was always just passed the next person, but his hand gripped me tightly.
Cold. The light was suddenly florescent. There were tiles. Everyone was stopped. Milling. It was bright. Hot lights. I shielded my face.
Italian boy said thanks, to someone. 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. I was suddenly hot. Sweating. The air was thin.
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. And so did I, heat, hot, fuck, right into his mouth.
He sucked. He swallowed. He sucked until I jumped.
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.
I'd just done my belt up, my boxers were slimed, and it was suddenly light. Italian boy had me by the hand. Fluorescent. Harsh. “Do you want to wash your hands… honey,” he said, as he squeezed my hand. I ran into two people on the way out.
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.
The Italian Boy smiled sweetly back at me and the crowd parted. His girlfriend was next to him with the water. They both glanced back.
The lights flashed. The groove came and got me. I needed to dance. My head was spinning.
They disappeared into the crowd, both smiling back at me as they got swallowed up.
The music was good, I found my own corner of the dance floor, okay DJ make me melt.
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