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Id seen him before, perhaps on the street. He was beautiful, so perfect and young. Perhaps nineteen or twenty. I tried to catch his eye before but he smiled and walked on by. As though I never existed. But I saw him tonight. On the dance floor. An occasional glimpse amidst the sea of faces. Gyrating on the dance floor to the throbbing pulse of the music. Id see his face and then it was gone. I pushed into the crowd of bodies and slowly worked my way towards the face. Nothing. I looked into the faces, searching for a sign. And then I saw him again. I pushed harder and wedged between the bodies, there he was. His body coming into and out of view between the endless bodies. Naked. Slithering to the music. Throwing his hips into the rhythm and spinning his torso with the beat and his hands folded neatly atop his head. Many wore no shirts, both boys and girls. But only a few were so bold or unashamed to be less scantily dressed. I pushed further until I brushed up against his side. I stared into his eyes with the hopes that he would notice but his eyes were glazed, staring into the distance. A constant smile on his lips as he bobbed his head with the music. Dusted. Probably on some party drug. I tried to capture his attention but he danced with no one in particular, just the crowd. I was able to step back for a second and catch a glimpse of his body. His slender body was perfectly tanned and muscled, with the most beautiful smooth legs. I watched as he gyrated, his testicles swinging heavily in the bottom of his hairless scrotum, bouncing from thigh to thigh. His penis had darker skin than his legs and the purplish head was large and protruded from the wrinkled skin. He looked so wonderful. I pressed forward but he was gone. Drifting between the bodies. I danced towards the back of his head and then I was at his rear. I slowly ran my hands down his backside and onto his buttock, circling each check with my hands and then slowly circling upwards onto his chest. He leaned back, his smiling face pointed towards the sky. He continued to gyrate and sway to the music. I stroked his biceps and his head came to rest on my shoulder. Smiling into the sky. I was in heaven! He turned and faced me, but didnt seem to see me with his spaced out eyes. The crowd pushed us together and his genitals were pushed onto my knee as our bodies meet. For a split second his face showed a trace of agony but it was quickly replaced by the slight smile. My hands reached between his crotch and encased his testicles but as quickly as we came together, we were pulled apart by the crowd. His testicles slid through my fingers like giant leathery eggs. I continue to dance with the hopes that I could feel his body again. Others sought the same pleasures and I struggled to mask my jealous rage against them. The songs drifted together and the faces in the crowd melted into one as the evening wore on. Id catch glimpses of the boys face, always moving, always gone. I danced close enough to him to finally catch his left arm and I pulled it to draw him closer. He appeared to be indifferent as I drew him up to my chest. His eyes were closed to almost slits and his head bobbed almost too freely. I swayed with the timing of his body. I reached around and placed my hand on the small of his back and pulled his closer to my body. He grinded to the beat, his genitals scraping across my levis. I reached with my other hand and grabbed the base of his penis and slid my palm along its base. So thick and warm and heavy in my hand. The head of the penis feeling so enormous and smooth to the touch. I stroked it longingly, feeling the music come alive. I wanted to feel its strength in my hand as I caressed it slowly. I backed aware for a second to see my affect. Nothing. His penis continued to sway to the music, swinging flaccidly from thigh to thigh. I wanted him hard. I wanted his penis out of the way. I pressed back to his chest and pulled his body up towards mine. I stared into his smiling face, his eyes drifting across the room. I grabbed his hairless scrotum and circled his heavy testicles with my fore fingers and I pulled his orbs down and away from his body. Nothing. His arms fluttered across his body and danced across his chest. For a brief second they caressed the sides of my arms but then they were gone. I brought my hand to my mouth and discretely spit into my palm. I reached between his legs and felt for the weight of his penis again. The skin felt so satiny and smooth. I worked the head of the penis across the palm of my hand, letting the saliva lubricate the loose skin gathered around the glands. I felt like coming. Nothing. Still soft. His eyes, so dreamy and spacey. The stubble on his chin made his look even younger. Not yet a man. I popped the blade open. We danced between the bodies. A sea of flesh where sounds didnt exist under the beating of the speakers. Our bodies met again and I slowly reached for his genitals. His testicles were hanging so low, like bagged fruit hanging from a tree. I grasped his scrotum firmly in my hand, his penis draped across my wrist. I looked into his face for any sign and he smiled back at no one in return. I brought the blade up and made three quick pulling actions. For a brief second his face contorted into a mask of pain and I thought that he might scream. And then he was free. Still dancing and gyrating to the music. Arms, swaying and floating with the beat. I started to drift back and away. Through the crowd, I saw his thighs, looking even tanner with the scarlet speckles of blood on them. Between them, his penis finally jutted from his body at a sharp angle, fully engorged. What looked like a long, bloody string of sperm strung from the tip of his cock. His penis looked so empty now, standing guard alone between his thighs. I finally stopped dancing when Id reached the edge of the floor. I squeezed my fingers, caressing my treasure. So warm and soft in my hand. My eyes closed in pleasure as I felt the prizes shift inside. I stepped out into the night air and began to walk among the evening crowd. Some looked into my face, probably wondering what stories I had to tell. Continuing to pinch the edges of the skin, I brought my new treasure to my lips and kissed it lightly, as a shocked womans face floated by. I stepped down to the awaiting subway. On the way home, I saw the most beautiful young man with the warmest smile and dazzling eyes |