Hundreds of sweating bodies grind one another while I stand in a corner, watching and waiting for someone to catch my eye. Girls, most I’m sure got inside with a fake ID, smile and blow kisses my way. The same with many of the young men.nextI hear an all too familiar pick up like being spoken as I turn around just in time to see Joey sweet talking a few women. If only they knew what was to become of them. Chris ran off to the bathroom to score some hits, Lance is talking on his cell phone, and JC is sitting by himself at a small table drinking a cosmopolitan. At least it’s not chardonnay.
Memories of last week sweep my mind. He barged into my room before we left the city, fucked me and then left me. We haven’t spoken or fucked since. That was last week… eight days ago. I miss him already.
“How much?” A man in his early thirties holds out a large wad of money.
Never taking my eyes off of JC, “Depends on what you want. Hundred for a fuck, seventy-five for a blow, fifty to get jacked off.”
“Jesus, you’re expensive.”
“Take it or get the fuck out of my face.”
“And what a nice face that is.”
Oh great, it’s the return of Casanova. JC looks up at me from the rim of his glass. He disapprovingly shakes his head at me, gives me the finger and walks out. Aw, I think he might be jealous. I look over at the guy. He’s not ugly… but he’s not cute either. He’s holding seventy-five dollars, urging me to take the money. I pocket the money and lead him towards the back room.
I play with my jaw -- opening and closing it -- to warm it up. I push open the bathroom door and find Chris passed out in the corner while his bodyguard hovers over him trying to wake him up. “What was it this time?
Arnie looks up at me, “GHB.”
“Date rape.”
“You all are fucked up. All five of you.” He pours a glass of water on Chris’ face trying to wake up the addict.
“Maybe you’re the one with issues.” I glare at him as I pull the thirty-something in the empty stall with me.
He looks at me with confusion, “What was that all about?”
“Fuck you. Just take your dick out.” I get on my knees and soon after, a rather small limp dick is shoved in my mouth. I hate this part.
I hear a familiar voice enter the bathroom but I continue to roll my tongue over the guy’s head. I take it in deeper and deeper but the voice is just too loud.
“Fuck! Chris is out again?…. Move fucking nigger, I gotta take a piss…. Hey Arnie, how’s that fine white girlfriend you got? She like your big, black dick?”
I pull away from the guy and scream at the deep voice, “Lance, just shut the hell up!”
“Just keep sucking Jew-boy. Fucking fags are all the same.”
I return to sucking the guy but faster just to hurry it up. After a few minutes, he shoots in my mouth and claims that was amazing and great. I exit the stall and spit the cum into the sink. Lance looks over at me, “You disgust me, fucking faggot Jew.” He walks out of the bathroom and back onto the dance floor.
I’m not a fag.