The drumbeat was loud and incessant, and after a few counts, I sprang into action. I leaped into the middle of the room, eyes closed, launching myself...into a frenzied twirl and then a shameless dance with the pulsing rhythm. The whooping and cat-calls began immediately, and I wanted to laugh with them, but I struggled to maintain my gameface, even as I brazenly paraded and parodied that art form most ridiculous to my heart, "dirty dancing."I writhed and thrusted my pelvis, shimmied my. You’re desperate to get my cock into your mouth but my hands grab the sides of your face before your mouth can reach it. Unsure of why I stopped you, you look up at me. “Slow down, don’t rush it”, I reply. Seeing me standing there, shirt open and pants down, my hips tilted back, you simply gaze at the sight of my cock angled up at full attention. My hands still holding the sides of your head, I lift up and drag the underside of my cock down your over your nose and cheeks. You reach the tip of. I must tell you it felt really good and awesome. I told him to massage once more my legs as I had pain in legs. So he did that but this time slowly and knowingly I felt he tried to touch the side of my dick. It made me hard on and I tried to side my towel a bit so that my dick is visible. He saw my dick erect and out, but he covered them up. Then I went for a steam bath.Once I came out he wiped my entire body . He was so close to me I felt I wanted him badly making love to me. He was wiping my. He was fucked.Poor bastard. I had never seen him this way before. I visited him at his folk's place up in Redwater, the shit hole little town we grew up in. He was like a zombie, his usually short brown hair now long and curly. His skin was pale and his face overgrown with a thick beard. He looked like shit, but even in this state he was a far more attractive man than I. His deep brown eyes seemed to stare at nothing. His white teeth hidden behind unsmiling lips. His muscular body slouched over.