Copyright 2002 by Glenn Foxx
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******************** DANCING THROUGH LIFE ********************
"Step, kick, kick, turn kick, step! Again! Step, kick, kick, turn kick, step! Right, that connects with turn, turn, right, left, step, step. Let's put the whole combination together, now. Ready? 5, 6, 7, 8!"
Rob surveyed the dancers as they performed the combination he had just taught them. This was the first round of auditions for a regional production of "A Chorus Line" and there were about two hundred dancers to look at.
"OK, first two lines swap with the back two lines. Ready? 5, 6, 7, 8!"
This would be the sixth time Rob had choreographed this show around the country. He could do it in his sleep. He had performed in the Broadway company and two subsequent world tours. It just made sense to work as a choreographer now instead of busting his ass at auditions for Broadway shows that close in a matter of weeks. The last show he danced in didn't even make it to Broadway. It shuttered in Boston. So he decided to accept the offer to choreograph and hadn't been back on stage since.
"Boy in the red tank, girl in the green tights, Carol, Jimmy, and the girl in the zebra top, stage left please. The others, thank you very much." Bob watched as the rejects cleared the stage and a new group came on to perform the same routine again.
"The same routine again," he thought. "I hope this time it's not the same routine again."
During the last job, he had dated a dancer from the show named Jon. It turned out disastrously. Jon invited Rob out for drinks one night. While sitting at the table in the dark, smoky club, he began touching Rob's knee with his own. A cautious flirt, but a flirt nonetheless. It had been months since Rob had dated anyone, much less had sex. He welcomed the advances and a before long they were in the alley behind the bar.
Jon dropped to his knees and slowly unzipped Rob's tight jeans. A tell-tale wet spot had already formed on the crotch and Jon began to suck at it. The head of Rob's cock swelled as Jon slathered his pants even more, the wet spot now covered the entire left side of his crotch. Jon fished Rob's cock out of the pants and marveled at it. It wasn't too long, but it was plenty thick and more than a mouthful. The meaty foreskin neatly peeled back as his cock grew in length. Jon's tongue traced a line from the base up the underside before he placed the plum sized head between his lips. Rob inhaled a sharp breath as Jon began to suck. He was amazing. Jon's mouth felt as if it was lined in velvet. He slid the cock slowly into his mouth, inch by inch, until it reached the back of his throat. Then even more slowly, he pulled back, sucking harder and pulling Rob's foreskin back over the head of his cock. He drew back and gazed at the pucker of foreskin that had formed. His tongue snaked out and flicked it a couple of times, then caught it between his teeth and gently nibbled. Rob was in heaven. He looked down at the sandy haired dancer and hissed, "suck it!"
Jon glanced up. "Say please," he commanded. He was in control and knew it. Sucking cock was his specialty ever since he was twelve years old and first gave his cousin a blowjob.
Rob was silent for a moment. He wasn't used to begging for anything, much less sex. Everyone begged him. Always. He could see that Jon wasn't going to relinquish any control, however.
Rob, eyes closed, moaned, "please. Please suck it."
Jon went back to work on the meaty pole. Within seconds, Rob could feel his orgasm building deep in his balls. Jon had slid his pants down and was kneading his ass. His brushed a finger against his asshole and firmly applied pressure. His finger pushed through into Rob and began to work in and out.
Rob rarely liked his ass touched, but he was in to much pleasure to protest. A whimper escaped his lips. He was close. Too close. There was no way he could last much longer. He grasped the shoulders of his back-alley lover for support as his knee's buckled under him.
Jon dove in for the kill. He sucked Rob's cock down the back of his throat and pushed his finger as far as he could into Rob. He felt the hot cock swell larger as Rob's balls drew up against his chin. They felt warm and wet. He made a mental note to suck them long and hard the next time he was with Rob.
Rob's breathing became great heaving gasps as the cum began to journey up his cock. He bit his lip to keep from screaming as the first spurt broke free and splashed into Jon's mouth. He tensed all his muscles to keep from coming further, but it was of no use. Jon had tasted the first heady drop of cum and went wild on his cock. He forced the cock all the way into his throat and began to swallow. It was a trick he had learned while hustling in Chicago. It always made his tricks spill their loads in seconds. Rob was no different.
Jon pulled back slightly just in time to feel Rob's load spill onto his tongue. He counted five shots that seemed bigger than each one before it and began to worry that he would gag. He swallowed the first large deposit and then milked the remaining semen out of the fleshy tool that was throbbing against his tongue. He slipped off of the still hard cock and stood. They were now face to face. Leaning in, he parted Rob's lips with his tongue and let him taste the last of the cum. They kissed long and hard before Jon pulled back and said, "Time to go. It's getting late."
Rob watched Jon walk away and around the corner. He stood there with his pants around his thighs and felt drained. Summoning his last once of strength he gathered up his pants and followed Jon's path. When he rounded the corner, Jon was sitting in a cab with the door open.
Jon looked at Rob. "Well? Are you coming or not?"
Rob slid into the seat next to the young dancer and they drove off. Not into the sunset, but into what turned out to be a little more like hell.
They finished the run of the show then moved back to Rob's New York apartment.
Rob introduced Jon to his show business friends and within two weeks, Jon had gained a new agent... and also a new lover. Jon moved out without so much of a "Goodbye, thanks for the fuck!"
"Are you ready for the ballet combination?"
"Huh?" stammered Rob.
His assistant, Geoff, asked again, "The ballet combination. Are you ready?"
Rob came out of his daydream and looked at the remaining dancers. "Geoff, let's take a break first."
-end of part one-