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QColumn: A Gay In The Life: Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go

Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
By Steve Prince
“Are you coming?”
Cody looked at me.
“Huh?” I looked at him over my pasta.
“Are you coming on Saturday?” Cody asked shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. I don’t understand how someone with a body that ripped can eat so much crap and still look good.
“Cody is dancing at MJ’s on Saturday,” Alex said with his usual air of excitement. And in usual Alex fashion, he added an “Ooooohhh!” while gingerly poking Cody’s side.
“Sugar, I didn’t know you still danced,” I said. It was just months ago that Cody had told me that he was giving up dancing.
“I’m too old for it,” he told me with a soft wave of his palm. This was so not the reality. Cody is gorgeous, and he was only thirty-three. Anytime he raised his shirt, I felt that statues in Venice would be jealous of his sturdy, defined stomach. Cody looks like a man. He has a small waist, but in no way would I describe him as skinny. Although, he really isn’t beefy either. Honestly, his body just looks perfect—if there is such a thing. Still the weird part is, I don’t see Cody as that sexual. Don’t get me wrong, Cody is very erotic, but I’m just not attracted to him. He’s my friend.
It makes me wonder about the porn stars that I enjoy so much: Colby Keller, Leo Giamani, Blake Harper, Alan Gregory—I kind of forget these people are… well, people. I forget that they go to the grocery store, they have good days and bad, they have to pay their bills just like I do. Even now as I write this, my mind is wandering to a vision of Coby Keller lying on a bed while Leo Giamani rims his ass. Ha! That’s what they do in their spare time… isn’t it? No, of course not… right?
Sex sells, no one can deny that. And it seemed that Cody knew exactly which club offered the best sale. A week later, Alex, Omar, and I wound our way through the crowd at MJ’s, a trendy bar in Silverlake. The theme of the night was RIM JOB and it seemed that the dancers took this to heart; their asses were completely exposed. Through the haze of fog and lights, I looked at a dancer to my right, his arms entangled in leather straps and his groin covered in some type of chain-linked material which let his dick bounce like a marionette. I stopped and gawked transfixed on his cum gutters. A thought swam into my head before I could sensor it, What if I just licked his stomach?

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