toward the bar. Rob nods okay and points up to the light above to mark his location. I leave Rob dancing and make my way off the dance floor. Before restocking water, I hit the restroom. The line is long but moving fast. On the way in, I pass Ricky coming out. He smiles and mouths, “Hi.” Before I cansay anything, he’s gone out and I am pushed in the door. Seeing Ricky gets me so hard so I can barely manage to pee.
On my way back to the dance floor, I scan the room for Ricky, even detouring around the main bar just in case. No luck. Maybe he’s dancing. Better find Rob. Not under that light. Oh, there he is toward the center dancing with a cute, tall, built Asian guy I haven’t seen before. I wave and wander over. Rob’s new friend sees me, kisses Rob and skitters away. “Who’s your new friend?”
“Quan. He just floated up. I think you scared him.”
“Too bad. He was cute. Oh well. Water?”
Rob nods a vigorous yes. We both rehydrate. “I think there’s some kind of show tonight. Security keeps kicking people off of the stage.”
I’m about to ask if he’s heard who’s performing, when the DJ announces, “A special appearance by diva superstar recording artist, Robin S.”
Rob looks at me quizzically. I shake my head. Somebody names her hit, which kind of rings a bell. We vaguely turn toward the stage but keep dancing. Who knows when Robin S will finally come out?
While we’re hanging out dancing, waiting for the show, Ricky appears near the stage. He sees us and smiles. Rob smiles back and raises his eyebrows inviting Ricky over. I smile too.
Ricky comes over but before he can say anything Robin S comes out in a cloud of fog surrounded by last week’s backup dancers, singing in full diva voice. Her voice completely drowns out any effort to talk. Rob smiles, points to his ears, shakes his head and gently pulls Ricky to him. Rob drapes his arms around Ricky dancing close with him, back to front as we watch the show. I drape one arm loosely around Rob and bop along. Ricky snuggles back into Rob’s arms looking very happy.
Robin S does a couple of numbers, including her signature song, which results in a collective, “Oh, yeah.”
Then the music stops and Robin S takes a moment to say something to her fans. Okay. Yeah we love you, Robin. Whatever. Ricky turns around kisses Rob and then kisses me and says, “Hi. I’m Ricky,” as if we hadn’t just been groping each other an hour before.
Rob says, “Hi. I’m Rob. And this is Drew.” I tell Ricky we think he’s very cute. Ricky says he thinks we’re very cute too. We all kiss some more. Ricky says, “Can I come home with you?”
Rob grins and says, “That’d be very nice.” We kiss some more, hands grabbing each other and paying no attention to the dance floor or the music that’s back on. Ricky whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here now.”
I shrug an okay. Ricky leads us off the dance floor; I ditch my water. We pause at the door, put our shirts on and then step outside and catch a cab. I climb in first, then Ricky and then Rob. Rob gives the directions and we pick up where we left off on the dance floor.
When we get home, the first thing Ricky says inside the door is, “Boy you guys have a lot of books.”
Rob smiles at me and says, “Why don’t we sit in the living room and have a nightcap. We can get to know each other better.”
I open our deco bar and pour three Cointreaus. Rob and I raise our glasses, and say, “To new friends.”
Ricky unzips our pants. Rob and I gulp our Cointreaus. Ricky ignores his Cointreau and goes down on Rob who lets out a moan of pleasure. So much for the polite conversation part. I undo Ricky’s pants, freeing his gorgeous and very hard dick. I can’t wait to finally taste him. Ricky pushes the coffee table away and gets down on his knees in front of Rob. Ricky’s ass bounds up and down along with his bobbing head. Yum. His ass is everybit as nice as his dick. I hope he likes
On my way back to the dance floor, I scan the room for Ricky, even detouring around the main bar just in case. No luck. Maybe he’s dancing. Better find Rob. Not under that light. Oh, there he is toward the center dancing with a cute, tall, built Asian guy I haven’t seen before. I wave and wander over. Rob’s new friend sees me, kisses Rob and skitters away. “Who’s your new friend?”
“Quan. He just floated up. I think you scared him.”
“Too bad. He was cute. Oh well. Water?”
Rob nods a vigorous yes. We both rehydrate. “I think there’s some kind of show tonight. Security keeps kicking people off of the stage.”
I’m about to ask if he’s heard who’s performing, when the DJ announces, “A special appearance by diva superstar recording artist, Robin S.”
Rob looks at me quizzically. I shake my head. Somebody names her hit, which kind of rings a bell. We vaguely turn toward the stage but keep dancing. Who knows when Robin S will finally come out?
While we’re hanging out dancing, waiting for the show, Ricky appears near the stage. He sees us and smiles. Rob smiles back and raises his eyebrows inviting Ricky over. I smile too.
Ricky comes over but before he can say anything Robin S comes out in a cloud of fog surrounded by last week’s backup dancers, singing in full diva voice. Her voice completely drowns out any effort to talk. Rob smiles, points to his ears, shakes his head and gently pulls Ricky to him. Rob drapes his arms around Ricky dancing close with him, back to front as we watch the show. I drape one arm loosely around Rob and bop along. Ricky snuggles back into Rob’s arms looking very happy.
Robin S does a couple of numbers, including her signature song, which results in a collective, “Oh, yeah.”
Then the music stops and Robin S takes a moment to say something to her fans. Okay. Yeah we love you, Robin. Whatever. Ricky turns around kisses Rob and then kisses me and says, “Hi. I’m Ricky,” as if we hadn’t just been groping each other an hour before.
Rob says, “Hi. I’m Rob. And this is Drew.” I tell Ricky we think he’s very cute. Ricky says he thinks we’re very cute too. We all kiss some more. Ricky says, “Can I come home with you?”
Rob grins and says, “That’d be very nice.” We kiss some more, hands grabbing each other and paying no attention to the dance floor or the music that’s back on. Ricky whispers in my ear, “Let’s get out of here now.”
I shrug an okay. Ricky leads us off the dance floor; I ditch my water. We pause at the door, put our shirts on and then step outside and catch a cab. I climb in first, then Ricky and then Rob. Rob gives the directions and we pick up where we left off on the dance floor.
When we get home, the first thing Ricky says inside the door is, “Boy you guys have a lot of books.”
Rob smiles at me and says, “Why don’t we sit in the living room and have a nightcap. We can get to know each other better.”
I open our deco bar and pour three Cointreaus. Rob and I raise our glasses, and say, “To new friends.”
Ricky unzips our pants. Rob and I gulp our Cointreaus. Ricky ignores his Cointreau and goes down on Rob who lets out a moan of pleasure. So much for the polite conversation part. I undo Ricky’s pants, freeing his gorgeous and very hard dick. I can’t wait to finally taste him. Ricky pushes the coffee table away and gets down on his knees in front of Rob. Ricky’s ass bounds up and down along with his bobbing head. Yum. His ass is everybit as nice as his dick. I hope he likes
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