Flashes of red and white in multiple orgasmic pleasure is what Erik felt when
the blond stud thrust his tongue down his throat. The madness...the
world...the life seemed to drain from his limbs yet again in a flash...as if he
were a blip on a gameing screen...as if he were playing another version of
Phantasy Star only this time it was real!
Like watching an old TV not hooked up to cable, Erik catches glimpses of
static and black and white images all of too bizarre to comprehend.
Things come into focus again and he see's things in color but blurry.
A face comes into view and Erik is perplexed because it's been so long.
"Take a deep breath." the face says.
Erik is relieved to feel air moving through his chest and to be looking up at this
guy even though he can't quite place him.
The strangers eyes are full of kindness.
The stranger holds him tight.
"Do you remember me?"
Erik looks up at that prominent brow and those Irish features....That Mohawk is
unmistakable!
"Kyle!"
"Shh...."
Kyle feels the body under him relax.
Erik feels a warmth and a bearlike hug embrace him.
He looks up in confusion and in a state he can't describe....So much has
transpired...and he begins to convulse with imagery.....rubbing against a
handsome blond...taking a drink...waking up dismembered...coming too again
on the dance floor in a state of indescribable
ecstasy...FLASHBACK...Androgynous fun...Flashbacks and snippets.
"That blond?" Erik asks..."Where did she go? He was beginning to get
agitated and he felt Kyle's warm arms embrace him.
"Relax Erik" Kyle shushed!
"Where am I? What's happening?"
"Is it really you Kyle?"
He looked down and smiled with an evil grin that could only be his..."Yes, it's
me."
Erik felt again though radio flashes played across his vision...his groin reacted
to something on the dance floor though he was not physically there...His body
was doing things without him and Kyle seemed to be aware of it all.