Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2000 23:46:33 -0500 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Arkansas Vacation: Macarena Boy This vignette is a work of fiction. It involves man/teen oral and anal sex. If this isn't to your taste, illegal in your neck of the woods or likely to get you in trouble if somebody catches you reading it please move on. All comments to sidg@compuserve.com Arkansas Vacation: The Macarena Boy By Sid G (c)2000 Dear Marc: I know we've only met a couple of time during my frequent trips to Peckertown but I just have to tell you how much I love the new club Jorgenson Enterprises just opened. When I first entered The Dancing Boys Club I was impressed. It reminded me of the New York City depression era dance clubs my father told me about. Though he talked about a dime a dance, not ten dollars, inflation. It was a Thursday night and there were at least twenty boys of all ages and sizes lining the walls waiting for a customer to hand him a ticket for a dance. After surveying the boys I picked Rommy for my first dance. He stuck the ticket in his garter as I admired the sixteen-year-old's smooth body, firm abs and legs to die for. What was hidden by the mid-thigh length loincloth that all the boys wear didn't even matter, almost. We danced a couple of slow dances and I gave him an extra ticket as a tip. He's definitely one of the best dancers I've been with in a long time. Then it was time for the floor show. All the customers in our tented pants took chairs lining the wall. When the lights came back up twenty-five boys in their g-strings were in five rows of five. They started with the Electric Slide, went into three other numbers which let individual boys showcase their talents and then they formed a circle and the Macarena started playing. I know it's a simple dance but your choreographer had them in perfect unison despite the fact they really couldn't cue of anybody else. But then there was the boy in front of me. Needless to say he was gorgeous. Just thirteen, completely shaved except for hair like your Lion's but with natural white streaks down each side. After a little while I blocked out the rest of the boys and focused on him. At the right points he thrust and ground his hips like he was dancing the Time Warp and not the Macarena. As the pace quickened his sweat coated skin reflected the multi-colored spots. As the sweat poured down his g-string became transparent and I saw his five-inch uncut cock and knew I had to have him. When the music stop I waved him over and lifted his exhausted body onto my lap. "You were wonderful," I said. "Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed our performance." "There were other boys dancing?" I swear he blushed as he giggled. He kissed my lips as I tipped him two tickets. "I've got to go," he said. "Can we get together after you're finished here? I'd like to spend some time with you." "It will cost," he said. "No problem. How soon will you be free and where should I wait for you?" "That was my last show for the night so I just have to check if they need me to keep working or if I can go. Wait here for me." "For however long it takes, but what's your name?" He got off my lap, gyrated his hips, thrust his pelvis almost into my hands. "Elvis of course," he laughed and scampered away. Twenty minutes later he was back, freshly showered and wearing a torn off t-shirt that barely covered his breasts, running shorts and moccasins. He took my hand and after a quick stop at The Big Lick for large double-chocolate cones we walked back to my room at the In Boy Inn. I had him wait till I stripped then I slowly undressed him, lay him on the king sized bed and gently blew him. I've always loved young, white, uncut cock and Elvis' was a fantastic looking and tasting and working example. He was hard before I swallowed him and his precum quickly lubricated my throat and I was deep throating his pulsating organ quickly. He pulled back right before he shot so I could taste this sweetness. I rolled over on my back and stroked his chest. He gently stroked me to erection and then stood walked to his backpack and pulled out a cassette player. Elvis turned it on, jumped back on the bed and stood over me. The Macarena started playing and he started dancing. It started with a slow tempo and I enjoyed the scenery as he rotated around. I knew my nine inches would be penetrating those silky buns at least once that night. When the music picked up he stopped rotating but increased the depth of his knee bends and gyrations. The music slowed and he spread his ass cheeks and lowered himself onto my erect pole. I gasped as I gently slipped inside his tight canal. I didn't expect it but he was quickly sitting on my groin. "Oh shit, you're so fucking hot." "You're cock is so big, I've never had one this big before. It feels so good up my boy pussy." "I've never had a boy here who is as tight as you take me that quickly." I thrust my pulsing cock up into him as he moved down. His boy cock was hard as a rock and leaking onto my stomach as he bounced up and down. My rod rubbing against his prostate was getting both of us harder and more excited. Suddenly Elvis arched his back and shot his second load of the night and when his seed hit my chest and I filled his ass with shot after long shot of my sperm. As for the rest of the night, it was great and I promised Elvis I'd see him on my next trip. As always thanks for everything, Your Friend, Kordell