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photo courtesy of Joey Adami
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As it was a little before midnight, the witching hour on All Hallows Eve, I jumped a subway, then hailed a taxi, and hoofed the rest: three different modes of transportation to get downtown. Throngs of costumers filled most of my view. Having to side-wind through all the hoopla on night like this is easy for a New Yorker.
As luck would have it, finding my friends inside the Sin-City Halloween bash was little more than a matter of flashing a VIP bracelet and a wink.
“Fantastic costume!” Grady called out.
“This is outrageous,” I gushed, watching a fire-eater blow flames in the air. A busty brunette walked past us, disclosing nothing more than a pair of sky-high heels and a tray of cocktails, from which she handed me one.
“Ok she is naked!” I stated. From her buttocks to her neck, a faux zipper played mind-tricks about her costume. I downed my drink and, when a second was thrust into my hand, I gulped down more.
“GGB, fellas,” said Will.
In laymen terms, GGB—Gay Boy Bounce—refers to the order and direction one laps around a club or event. With his best guyfriends right behind, the leader of the pack navigates the scene. The leader usually ranks high in hotness for the evening, which is not to say that the others are less then fantastic, but as in any pride, a single one must take the lead. Seeing that Luke has both hands filled with, to his left, a shirtless not so angelic angel, and to his right, a sexy muscled-up devil, I pushed Will forward to get us through the crowd.
Luke got plenty of attention as he caused the pack to disperse. Marc, Grady’s boyfriend, took the stairs to the second floor, and Will got swallowed up by the dance floor. Feeling the effects of a few drinks had put a tailspin on my direction, when a strong hand pulled me.
“Slow down!” I called out, as I was pulled up a jam-packed set of stairs. I could see under his mask just a set of eyes, with his tall frame outlined by the pockets of darkness and flashing orbs as we entered the Funhouse.
“Ok masked man, what gives?”
He put a finger to his lips then smiled. I laughed at the gesture, and played the game of cat and mouse with him, as he held out his arm. I stumbled a bit with a giggle, holding his bicep tightly.
Smoke and mirrors for a guy over thirty are a blessing, but not a dizzying maze of them. I could hardly focus, as bouncing reflections shot back distorted images at every turn. My feet seemed to float above the floor, when I felt him come close.
“Take off your mask” I breathed as he lifted and pinned my body against the wall. Slowly we eased to the floor, with his mouth on mine. Fuck the mask. It didn't matter at this moment. The mirrors magnified every arch of his strong back into my convulsions for him….
Between exhausted breaths and pants I finally saw the face that had been hidden.
It was Daniel……
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