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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.