Disco Dancer
GAY, TESTICLES
Searching for treasures in the big city filled with young, beautiful men.
I’d 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.
I’d 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 didn’t 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. I’d catch glimpses of the boy’s 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 didn’t 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 I’d 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 woman’s 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 …  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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