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| Here and there were candles, centered on small round tables, their small flames setting a dim glow on faces, motionless men with peering eyes. As Johnny adjusted to the dark, he made out human forms in expanding numbers, all wearing various configurations of black leather. He saw draping chrome chains and tattoos, exposed chests and shaven heads, pierced nostrils, ears and lips. Masculine forms all, sitting behind pitchers of beer; no women, no mouths graced with a smile. Making their way further into the crowded room, another male image near the back wall took form, a dancer of sorts, wearing a pair of black leather chaps, his legs covered and nothing else. Was it a dance, those wild undulations, that semi-flaccid penis whirling like a propeller? The Strange Haunting of Johnny Feelwater Out in August 2008 |
| A moment later his shirt was off. He went for the jeans: the belt unbuckled, the zipper down, his thumbs hooked inside the waistband. He looked up just before pushing them down his legs. Michael was standing near the edge of the water, watching him. Then, with just a hint of reluctance, the jeans came down his long black legs and he kicked them aside. Michael closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. He’s as beautiful as I imagined. “Okay,” he said, opening his eyes. His heart quickened. Justin had decided to let go of some old inhibitions, and in Michael it had awakened some familiar chemistry. “You know I’m gay, so do you mind if I just look at you for a minute?” From A SONG IN THE PARK |